POW Match: Bomber Kishima vs Monami Shagura

Kishima had done this once already. But if the effort of powering the bearess all the way up to hit the Alabama Slam while simultaneously enduring the crushing force of her headscissor had been a herculean task before, it only felt doubly so now. She was even more tired now than she had been last time. Her body ached more than it had then. The pressure bearing on her head was so great that simply focusing enough to maintain her equilibrium seemed to take just as much effort as lifting the larger woman off her feet! Even so, the Bomber kept going, one inch at a time!

This time, however, it seemed Monami wouldn’t be content to wait and see if Kishima could pull off her daring feat of strength. After lifting her rival only a handful of inches off the ground, an abrupt shift from Monami brought her back down to her feet while bringing the former Angel right back down with her. Kishima had no time to be frustrated with her predicament. Right at that moment, she felt the bearess’ hands latch on the back of her thighs, and then she was promptly lifted upside down while being folded up! There was a camera in just the perfect position to catch the surprise that suddenly flared in Kishima’s expression. She clearly knew she’d fucked up, and Monami emphatically confirmed as much by spiking the Bomber right down on the top of her head with the brutal Package Piledriver!

The moment her head hit the mat, the lights had gone out. The crowd, on the other hand, only screamed and shouted even louder at what they were seeing, and shouted along as the ref moved in to count the pin.

“ONE…!”

Kishima hadn’t stirred. That piledriver had extinguished her fiery resistance like a cold bucket of water. Only seconds ago she had been fighting back with everything she had, now she was completely still except for the steady rising and falling of her chest as she breathed.

“TWO…!”

The crowd watched in suspense. In her very first match here in Friction, Monami Shagura was now just one second away from not only defeating a former Wrestle Angels World Champion, but claiming her as a POW!

Monami was holding onto her opponent with a vice grip as she became incredibly anxious for the pin count! The bomber had proven herself to be as tough as they come. So Monami couldn’t help but fear that Eri could kick out. The count itself was fast as the ref slid down and started shouting. However, it still seemed far too grueling for the she beast to ‘bear’ (LOL - Bear Humor).

And yet, it was worth it in the end. The referee girl shouted out "THREE!" and Monami felt like she’d been hit by lightning. In an instant she felt both exhausted from their epic match, and at the same time bursting with the excitement of victory! The she bear collapsed to the side after the bell rang. Her body was just too tired to carry out Eri in her arms like a princess. Even if she really wanted to take Eri back home, this would take some time.

“...Hey...Eri...” was all that Monami could breathe out to try catching the laid out bomber’s attention. Too busy panting to speak more, the victorious Amazon just started poking Eri’s cheek a few times to rouse the muscular woman. “...Told you I’d win~...” Monami finally said with a weary smirk as her breathing became manageable. She couldn’t help herself from teasing the woman a little while recovering enough to move around.

"But seriously...Good Match, Bomber~" Monami said as she reached for Eri's hand and tried to raise it up in the air with her own. Regardless of who won and who lost, Monami made sure they both got the respect they deserved for the effort they put into their match. It would've looked better if they weren't still laid out. But Monami didn't really care. She'd come out on top. That's all that mattered. Although, considering her opponent, if the 'bearess' had ended up on the bottom...well that was still good enough to be a reward in her book. "Hey...I know the winner usually does the carrying...buuuuttt...any chance you wanna do the lifting?" Monami said, doing her best attempt to 'puppy dog eye' Eri into compliance.

For several seconds every sight and sound was a collection of incoherent blurs. That piledriver had knocked her for a serious loop, and all the time she’d spent nearly having her head crushed by Monami’s thighs had probably only made that worse. It took awhile for her senses to fully come back. And when they did, beyond the painful aches that plagued her from head to toe, she heard the crowd cheering and applauding, as well as music. Monami’s music.

Kishima had lost…

Coming into this match, she had tried not to think about the fact that this was Monami’s debut here. But that knowledge had lingered in the back of her mind. And with all of the Bomber’s years of experience in the ring, and the battles she’d had with veterans and legends of the wrestling world, she had come back fully expecting to win. Never in her wildest dreams did Bomber Kishima think she would be not just defeated by a debuting rookie, but claimed by one as a prisoner. Yet here she was. When the realization set in, she closed her eyes, frustration coming over her for a moment… But then Monami started poking and teasing her. It wasn’t harsh or degrading. It was just playful, the exact kind of thing Kishima would have done with a good friend. And then she even raised the Bomber’s arm in a genuine commendation of her efforts.

Between Monami’s friendly attitude and good sportsmanship, it quickly became impossible for Kishima to be mad at her situation. Knowing she was now this rookie’s slave for the night was a thought that would take time to fully wrap her head around, but thankfully Monami was making the situation a lot easier to accept. Kishima even managed a small laugh at her rival’s “I told you so.”

“Heh… Thanks, you too…” she replied between panting breaths, before turning to look incredulously at Monami with a raised brow after hearing her request. Kishima wasn’t in any better shape right now than the bearess. If anything she was probably worse off, yet Monami was asking the Bomber to carry her out. She started to open her mouth to offer a witty retort, but stopped. This was a POW match, and Monami had won. So for the rest of the night, as Monami’s prisoner, Kishima had to do whatever her “mistress” asked or commanded. This was Kishima’s first time experiencing this kind of dynamic before, but… Rules were rules. She lost, and her mistress had given her first request. There was no choice but to obey.

“Alright, but only ‘cause you’re so damn cute,” Kishima replied half jokingly, before taking one of Monami’s wrists in her hand. She rolled over and pulled the bearess’ arm over her shoulder, then reached back to secure one of her legs as well. Kishima pulled them under the bottom rope together and eased herself to stand on the floor at ringside, while setting Monami up to sit on the apron. Then she leaned back into her while wrapping both arms around her mistress’ legs, taking a moment to appreciate their beauty and power, and remembering how they had nearly crushed her only moments ago. Then she leaned forward, and with a grunt pulled Monami onto her piggy-back style. Her body was still quite weak after that intense battle, and carrying the larger woman on her back was no easy task. But, determined to follow the command she had been given, Kishima trekked back up the ramp one grueling step at a time, miraculously managing to avoid collapsing all the while until at last they disappeared through the curtain.

This was going to be an interesting night, she could already tell…

Winner via pinfall: Monami Shagura