Bunny Bomber vs. Bomber Kishima ~Bombs Away!~

As the crowd anticipated a response to the Bomber's open challenge, rather ominous music began to play over the arena. A few people knew what it heralded, but most of the crowd remained silent in anticipation.

Out from the back curtain toddled a very large girl with childish ringlets in her hair. She was dressed in a light blue and frilly wrestling outfit. It had maid elements to it, complete with headdress, but it looked more childish than anything.As she toddled down the ramp with a bright grin on her face, she swung her arms to and fro, with one hand holding tightly onto a stuffed teddy bear.

She shyly grinned at the crowd and sheepishly waved until she was at the ring. She hadn't even seemed pay attention to Kishima yet and even as she stepped over the top rope, she only just focused on them and as her eyes rested upon the stout angel, she lifted up her teddy bear and covered her face.

"Caaaan Mi-tan pwaaay?" The voice of Migiri was deeper than normal as she wiggled the bear in front of her in an attempt to do some very poor ventriloquism. "Or is Ki-tan too sewious to have some fun?"

Kishima had been curious if there was anyone who would actually come out in objection to the things she’d just said. She imagined there were likely more than a few girls in the back not happy about another ex-Angel jumping ship. And that’s exactly what Kishima expected to see when an ominous, eerie song began to play, and she grinned a bit while climbing down from the middle rope and looking out toward the entranceway. But wait... Something about this music sounded oddly familiar...

Everything quickly became clear though, as yet another blast from the past came out from the curtain. And all in the span of about a second, anyone watching Kishima could see her expression turn from one of curiosity, to one of alarm. It had been quite a while since Kishima had seen this woman, but she remembered her well. More specifically she vividly remembered a particular match in which this girl absolutely demolished Chisato Sakurai, one of the most popular and skilled wrestlers around at the time, sending her to the hospital with nearly career ending injuries.

“Migiri...” she said aloud to herself. Never in a million years would she have guessed that of all the people who might’ve confronted her after her long awaited AFW debut, it would be Migiri Oozora. Yet here she was, climbing over the ropes and entering the ring, accompanied only by the teddy bear in her hand.

As Migiri used her teddy bear to childishly ask Kishima to “pway,” most of the crowd saw an abnormally large child in the ring. But the violet haired ex-Angel knew the dangers that lurked beneath the mask of Migiri’s apparent innocence. She only remembered the monster that had dismantled Chisato once upon a time. And despite how childish the large woman appeared right now, Kishima felt genuinely intimidated, something that was quite rare for her. She could try leaving the ring now, and living to fight another day. But how foolish would she look if she so confidently dared anyone to come fight her, only to run from that fight? No, there was only one acceptable course of action she could think to take...

“You wanna play, Migiri?” Kishima asked, forcing a grin while trying to muster her confidence back as well. “Alright then. LETS PLAY!!” she said, and ran right at Migiri! Once she was close, she’d try to swat Migiri’s teddy bear away with her left hand, then fire her right forearm at the girl’s face with as much strength as she could get behind it!

"Guaaahhh!"

Migiri was surprised as Kishima batted aside Ringo and left her exposed to the forearm. She stumbled backwards and flopped against the ropes. She held her face and with her uncovered eye, stared at the Bomber as tears welled up in her eyes and she threw her head back.

"WAAAAAAHHHHH!"

A piercing wail echoed through the arena as Migiri began crying and sniffling. Still covering her nose, tears dripped freely from the corners of her eyes and she pressed Ringo into her face to wipe them away.

"Waaahaaaa.... Ki-tan is a meaaaniiiieeee waaaahhh!"

Kishima’s forearm crashed right into Migiri’s unprotected face with an explosive impact, sending her reeling back into the ropes! She couldn’t have hit it any better, and now she was feeling much more confident about her chances. But what Migiri did next left Kishima...perplexed, to say the least.

This was the same giant who had been such a dangerous force with the Angels, wasn’t it? And she was...crying? Kishima had no idea how to react. A part of her said to stay cautious, while another part of her felt guilty for what she’d done, as if she’d actually just slugged a little kid! Just from what she was seeing, it seemed maybe Migiri really wasn’t interested in fighting after all.

She awkwardly looked a Migiri for a moment as the girl hid behind her bear, then stepped toward her. “Oi, Migiri. This might not be the best place for you to play. Why don’t you head backstage and find someone else to play with?” Kishima said, gently reaching a hand out to Migiri’s shoulder.

Migiri blinked as Kishima slipped towards her and lowered her arm. She let Ringo drop to the canvas as she tilted her head and looked at Kishima as if contemplating her words. "Find someone ewse to pway with?" She asked.

"B-But..." She said and let her pouty lip quiver as she looked at the Bomber. "I wanna pway with you."

Her voice remained childish until the last word, which came out in a low, guttural tone as she lunged at Kishima and wrapped both of her big hands around Kishima's throat and squeezed. Once she established her grip, she used her powerful muscles to lift until she was holding Kishima above her, off the ground, by the throat.

This entire situation was nothing short of bizarre and confusing for Kishima, who had absolutely no idea what in the world to expect as she approached the childish giant. But Migiri had dropped her bear, and was no longer hiding behind it. Maybe that was a good sign...?

Wishful thinking, unfortunately. And the sudden change in Migiri’s tone sent a chill through Kishima’s spine. And before she even knew what was coming, a pair of large hands grabbed onto Kishima throat and began choking the life out of her! Immediately her eyes shot wide open with panic as she was then lifted off the ground in an amazing feat of strength! It was only moments ago that Kishima had been putting her impressive power on display against Bunny Bomber, but this seemed to be on another level entirely!

“Mi...gi...!!” Kishima started to speak while her hands moved in a likely futile effort to pry the powerful hands off of her, but she couldn’t force her voice out any further beyond that, and then the only noises coming from her lips were choked cries. With her air cut off, she could already feel her vision starting to fade. But still she thrashed and writhed as much as she could will her body to in the dominating chokehold, praying she could find a way to slip out of it by some miracle. Still already heavily worn down from the match she’d just competed in, there seemed to be little else Kishima could do...

"It's Mi-tan!"

Migiri chirped the words as her face brightened up and she smiled childishly as she seemed to effortlessly choke the life out of Kirishima. The crowd booed even though they were awed at the display of power. "Hehe, see, I can pway with Ki-tan!" Migiri giggled before.

"We can pway superhewoes! My power is supew stwength and youws is... fwight!"

Migiri pulled Kishima down enough so she could bring her into position to take a running start and heave her up and over the top ropes by the throat.

The crowd clearly sympathized with Kishima, but that didn’t do anything to help her. Migiri seemed oblivious to their booing, and her face had even regained its cheerful, playful expression the large girl had entered the ring with. Kishima struggled with all her might to try to squirm out of the strangling vice, but it was almost literally child’s play for Migiri to keep her suspended and in her clutches.

Then after Migiri’s playful words Kishima was lowered slightly, with her feet still just dangling over the mat, before suddenly being rushed across the ring. And before she even knew what was happening, the violate haired warrior found herself flying through the air, only to then abruptly smack down hard onto the floor at ringside. She’d known Migiri was strong, but never in her entire career had anyone been able to just pick her up and toss her around with that kind of ease! It was just...insane!

Pain surged through Kishima’s body as she reached out and grabbed the ring apron, then slowly and shakily started to pull herself up. What could she hope to do against Migiri in her condition? She didn’t know. Did she even have the strength to try running away? Probably not. But she felt like she couldn’t just lay there and hope Migiri was finished “playing.” She had to do something. Anything!

Come on...! Get up! she thought to herself, grunting through grit teeth and straining with each inch her aching body moved.

Migiri watched as she heaved Kishima out of the ring and when she landed, the toddler titan hopped up and down and clapped her hands, grinning brightly. "Yaaaay! Ki-tan fwew so faww! Wheeee!"

Migiri extended her arms and began doing laps in the ring, pretending she was flying too. However she stopped when she saw Kishima was not only getting up, but trying to climb back into the ring. "Oh?" She said and stopped and looked at Kishima. "Ki-tan isn't finished pwaying?" She asked, grinning widely.

"Yaaaaay!" She jumped and clapped some more and took a few big strides to clear the fdistance. She would then lean over the ropes to try and grab the Bomber by the hair and "help" her back into the ring.

The moment Migiri’s eyes detected Kishima attempting to pick herself back up, the crowd tried to shout and call out to the Bomber to warn her. But their efforts were in vain. All of Kishima’s focus was centered on the aching pain throughout her body, and her struggle to get to a vertical base, and the crowd was almost completely tuned out.

But she did notice a shadow suddenly looming over her, and looked up just in time to see Migiri’s hands descending and grabbing onto her hair. “Agh! Let...go!” she shouted while the giant pulled her up to bring her back in the ring, though she knew the chances of Migiri actually releasing her were likely minuscule at best.

Kishima desperately grabbed at Migiri’s wrists to try to pry them away from her. But with the little amount of strength she was able to muster right now, she felt just as helpless now as when Migiri had been choking her only moments ago.