Bomber Kishima vs Migiri Oozora

Kishima felt her body shaking in the air as Migiri struggled through the barrage of punches to keep her up. Come on! Just a little more...! she thought to herself, knowing she was close to falling to relative safety. However, Migiri had other plans.

“GAHH!!” Kishima shrieked out as she was hurled forward and sent crashing right into the apron! Her body immediately dropped to the ground after the brutal impact, and the bomber could only writhe about in agony on the floor.

The crowd recoiled in horror, but Migiri seemed to smile through it. She rubbed her head while Kishima writhed in front of her, furrowing her brow at the face punches. "Ki-tan is not nice!" She said and lifted up her boot to mash it against the downed bomber's face, grinding it harshly.

"It's not nice to hit a pwetty lady's face!" She chirped and then scrubbed her boot along Kishima's face and bent over to heft the girl up and roll her into the ring. The count had not gone unnoticed by Migiri and it seemed that Kishima was quite out of it. Migiri hopped up onto the apron and stepped over the top rope once more. She smiled cruelly down at Kishima and then began harshly kicking her towards the center of the ring like the girl was a soccerball. "Is pway time over, Ki-taaan?" She asked in her childish tone.

Kishima was so focused on the intense pain rocking her body she didn’t immediately notice Migiri looming right over her. The sound of the giant’s childish voice drew her attention, just in time for her to see the sole of the boot that pressed down on her face. “Mmmngh!” the bomber grunted as Migiri ground her foot over her face, awkwardly contorting her features. True, punching someone in the face isn’t nice. But neither was using their face as a common doormat!

Her hands grabbed at Migiri’s ankle and tried to pull the foot off of her, but to no avail. Fortunately she wasn’t subjected to the humiliating and dominant display much longer. One final scrub of the boot over her face, and then she was picked up and rolled into the ring. Panting, Kishima tried to start pushing herself up to her hands and knees, only for a sudden kick to blast into her and drop her right back down. “Aghh!!” she shouted out, and each kick that followed brought another cry of pain from her lips while making her roll more and more toward the center of the ring.

She heard Migiri’s question. And even as she continued to cringe in pain, Kishima shook her head defiantly. “Hell..no!” she said, then slowly tried to drag herself up to her feet again. The punishment she’d endured thus far certainly wasn’t doing her any favors, but she wasn’t giving this battle up while she still had fight left in her!

"Oooh?"

Migiri looked down as Kishima began to try and stir once more. "Yaaaay! Ki-tan! You're so fun! No one else wuvs pwaying as much as you!" She chirped giddily and reached forward, putting her arms underneath Kishima's armpits to help her up. However, the titan toddler was not being courteous in the least. She would try and pull Kishima into a powerfully crushing bearhug.

Kishima could probably give a good guess or two as to why no one seemed to like “playing” with Migiri this much. After enduring this much pain, many sane people would’ve just stayed down and given up, just begging for a swift end. But Kishima wouldn’t have been able to live with herself if she’d done that, especially after the bold proclamation she’d made following her successful debut here.

She was then suddenly “assisted” back to her feet by the larger girl, only to then be wrapped up in possibly the most painful bearhug Kishima had ever been trapped in. “GAHH!!” she shouted out while squirming helplessly in Migiri’s arms. On top of the fact that she’d come into this match still feeling the effects of the giant’s assault a week ago, much of the titan toddler’s offense tonight had been directed at Kishima’s midsection too. All in all, none of that was doing her any favors right now, to say the absolute least.

When the ref asked if she wanted to submit, Kishima didn’t immediately respond. Her mind was torn. Part of her wanted to put an end to this suffering by tapping out, but her stubborn mind just wouldn’t let her. So instead she brought both arms up, and began to repeatedly smash them together against the sides of Migiri’s head! “Let...go..of me!” she grunted out through her rebellious attack, desperately trying to free herself from the hold and momentarily stun her foe.

Migiri playfully nuzzled Kishima's cheek like she was giving butterfly kisses to her favorite dolly. She paid no mind to the bomber's words and struggling until she suddenly found herself getting boxed pretty hard in the face.

She shrieked and tried to move her head around to avoid the strikes, but somehow there was no angle to defend. Eventually she decided to give the bluenette what she wanted and heaved Kishima off her and began to clutch her head.

"BAD!" She growled and stomped her foot. A little disoriented from the slaps, she heaved a powerful slap at Kishima to try and punish her for being naughty.

A huge gasp left Kishima’s lips the moment Migiri’s arms released her, and she stumbled back a few steps away from the giant. That was one hell of a close call. She wasn’t sure how long she could’ve lasted in that deadly vice, though right now she was just thankful for the fresh air she was able to breathe in.

The sudden growl from Migiri sent a chill down the bomber’s spine. The titan toddler was dangerous enough when she wasn’t pissed off. But if Kishima wasn’t already in serious trouble, she was certainly about to be if Migiri got her hands on her.

Fortunately Kishima was able to duck down under the oncoming hand to avoid the wild slap. She let Migiri’s momentum turn her a bit. Then once she was by her foe’s back Kishima put one arm around one of the larger woman’s legs and another around her neck. Kishima had pulled off some amazing feats of strength in her days as a Wrestle Angel, but this might even top any of those if she pulled it off. With an intense fire in her eyes, the bomber strained with everything she had and roared out at the top of her lungs as she tried to hoist Migiri’s big body up and across her broad shoulders to put her in a torture rack!

Migiri's slap cut through the air, sending a breeze past the ducking bomber. The titan toddler's eyes widened as she stumbled forward, nearly losing her balance as Kishima scampered past her.

before she could tumble to the ground or even regain her balance, she felt Kishima crank her neck and pull her backwards. The bomber grabbed her leg as well and Migiri felt herself lifted up into the air. She was still wide eyed and disoriented as she squirmed and struggled. The audience who gasped at the site now cheered for the bomber to pull of the amazing feat of strength.

Kishima’s expression did absolutely nothing to hide just how incredibly difficult this was for her. And Migiri’s squirming certainly wasn’t helping matters by any stretch. But she managed to get the giant on her shoulders and piled on the pressure with the torture rack! “GIVE...UP!!” she shouted through grit teeth as she strained to keep the hold in.

However, the bomber’s legs were growing weaker and weaker by the second under Migiri’s weight. She knew she wouldn’t be able to hold the titan toddler up for much longer. But if she could force a submission out of her before then, none of that would matter. Her legs started to shake, her knees started to bend, and her back was in pure agony. Still she held on with all her might, inwardly praying this would be enough as the ref was on standby checking to see if Migiri wanted to give up.

Migiri bucked and flailed as she was hoisted up into the torture rack. She was as perplexed as the crowd was that she was the one being powered into that position by the much smaller girl. She couldn't help but shriek a bit as her body was initially bent and the crowd seemed to be giving Kishima strength as Migiri's writhing did nothing.

Unfortunately for Kishima, though, Migiri was not in the rack for very long. Migir felt the hold loosen and Kishima's straining to keep it locked. She smiled rather cruelly and the hand that dangled in front of Kishima curled inwardly. She clasped the palm of her hand tightly on the bomber's face and squeezed with all of her strength, drilling her thumb and fingers into Kishima's head while she tried to make it as hard as possible for Kishima to breath through either her nose or mouth.