Bomber Kishima vs Migiri Oozora II - Last Woman Standing

Thanks to Migiri holding onto her by the fabric of her top, Kishima was held firmly in place despite her body’s longing to roll around in reaction to the pain inflicted on her. And the giantess’ words that followed only indicated there was only more to come. Unfortunately, that interpretation proved to be all too true.

“AGH!!!!” Kishima screamed out as Migiri’s fist smashed down right over her knee! That leg immediately jolted in toward her while the other kicked about wildly. She cringed and her hands went right to the knee to cover it instinctively, as if that would magically make the pain stop. Nice as that’d be, it didn’t happen. She was still stuck there on the table, collecting bruises and wounds while Migiri had her fun playing doctor with the trapped bomber!

Migiri giggled as Kishima writhed in pain. "Ki-tan!" Migiri said. "I don't know if I can give you a cwean biww of heawth!"

Mgiri shrugged and then grabbed Kishima's throat with her free hand. She lifted up Kishima and then dropped forward to put Kishima through the table, dropping on her knees.

Kishima clearly wasn’t having nearly as much fun as Migiri at the moment. Even still, things were about to get a lot worse really quick! The bomber was hoisted up from the table, only to be driven down right through it!

“GAHH!!!!” she cried out as her body crashed through the wood, while the crowd gasped and cringed in awe! The ref was on standby, waiting to see if Migiri would stand back and let the count start or continue to “play” with the battered ex-Angel. Either way, things were looking bad for Kishima...

Once Kishima was down, Migiri leaned over and waved down at Kishima. "Goodnight, Ki-taaan~" She chirped. "I had a weaaaawwy fun time! Wet's pway again soon!"

Migiri chuckled and then turned her back. "Oooooh, Riiingooo!" She called out, suddenly more interested in finding her bear than seeing if Kishima would get up. She doubted the bomber could even manage to stand after a minute, let alone ten seconds.

Kishima remained motionless on top of the broken wood of the table as Migiri stood over her and spoke as if the match had ended. It seemed that very well might be the case too. As the giantess turned to look for her bear, the ref started counting, and still there was no movement from the floored bomber.

Only after the ref reached five did Kishima finally stir. Slowly and shakily she sat up, reaching a hand out to grab the hum of Migiri’s skirt, and used it to start pulling herself up. “Not... done...!” Kishima grunted out as she pulled herself up to stand on shaky legs just barely in time to beat the ten count!

"Eh?"

Migiri turned around when Kishima grabbed the hem of her skirt and began to pull herself up. Migiri was quite confused and looked at Kishima with shock on her face. Migiri then roughly grabbed Kishima's hair and tugged the bomber's head roughly so that Kishima's ear was pressed right against Migiri's lips.

"Stay. Down." Growled Migiri in a tone that was nothing like her usual baby speak. It was the growl of a full bodied, mature woman, deep and menacing and probably something quite foreign if anyone else would have heard it. Migiri then shoved Kishima, expecting that a shove alone might be enough to make the bomber topple back down to the round.

It might’ve felt like divine intervention had allowed Kishima to beat the ref’s count, but it certainly didn’t look like it had saved her from further harm. Quite the contrary, in fact. The bomber hissed and cringed as her hair was yanked to bring her closer so Migiri could whisper in her ear.

The words that came from the giantess sent a chill down Kishima’s spine. And then the violet haired Angel was pushed backward. One foot landed on a broken off piece of the table, which slipped out under her and sent her collapsing onto her back. “Ugh!” she grunted at the impact, before rolling onto her hands and knees. She crawled toward the ring and reached for the apron to pull herself back up.

Regardless of what Migiri had commanded, Kishima had no intention of staying down so long as she could help it.

Migiri watched as once again Kishima tried to pull herself up. She was amazed and impressed beyond words that the bomber was even able to move at all, let alone beat a count. Still, as impressed as she was, she knew the match was over. "Boooooooooored!" Migiri chirped as Kishima began to pull herself up using the apron. Even as the crowd cheered, Migiri fake yawned.

She then walked over to Kishima, lifted up an elbow and drove it hard into Kishima's back to put her back down. "Ki-tan, this isn't fun anymowe. Wet's go have a tea pawty! That sounds so much mowe fun!"

“Gah!” Kishima cried out as the point of Migiri’s elbow slammed down hard onto her back, driving the bomber back to a knee while her face cringed up to reflect the pain surging through her. But that didn’t extinguish the competitive fire burning within her!

In response to Migiri’s suggestion, Kishima merely fired back to her feet and roared out while throwing her arm forth, aiming to blast the giant in her jaw with as heavy an elbow strike as she could muster!

Migiri stared down at Kishima as the bomber was back down on the ground. She stared down at Kishima as the girl struggled with a bored look on her face. She loved Kishima, but she didn't understand when enough was enough. So, when the fierce elbow came hurtling towards her, she was almost completely unprepared.

"Guuuuhhh!"

The crowd was shocked as Migiri stumbled backwards, holding onto her jaw, bent over and beginning to cry once more. "Waaaaahhh!"