It may very well be Toni Time

Despite the Aussie’s fervent disrespect, Io was in a lot of pain and couldn’t quite rally yet. After the whipping and posing, Toni had bent down and grabbed Io by the hair, dragging her to her feet and landing a snap suplex, dumping her right back down. “Count!” Toni shouts as she rolls over and covers Io somewhat cockily, clearly not going for a full cover.

“1…2…Kickout!” Io manages to raise a shoulder off the mat to Toni’s clear frustration…and somewhat amusement, holding up two fingers questioning it to the ref, who confirms that Io had actually kicked out.

“Alright, you asked for more then,” Toni says, shrugging and standing up, stomping down harshly at Io’s injured midsection a few times, making her cough from the pain. Toni quickly then grabs her leg and rolls her over, before sitting back for a half crab. “Tap out! Come on, give up!” Toni shouts, bouncing up and down once, using her weight and big behind to deal more damage to Io’s back, before deeply sitting back.

“Tap out and pucker up, the title, and this whole brand, are mine!” The blonde Aussie shouts, Shirai screaming in pain underneath her, but refusing to quit to the egotistical Storm’s demands. She starts slowly crawling towards the ropes, making slow progress because of Toni’s size advantage, but as the Genius of the Sky gets inches away, Toni stands up and lets go, a cocky grin on her face, masking her clear frustration.

“You just don’t get it, do you Io? You are barely a speck on my boots, you have never belonged in a ring with me, you can never beat me. Last match was a fluke, and now look at you, nearly naked, and about to be defeated,” Toni says, having gripped Io underneath the chin so she could look into her eyes, before spitting right in her face, showing further disrespect for the Joshi Judas. While she was reeling from that, Toni had quickly put her head between her thicc thighs and hooked her arms, quickly picking her up and landing Storm Zero, Toni was done with this.

“Count it, now.” Toni demands, her legs draped over Io’s arms and shoulders after her finisher, while the crowd boos loudly. It seemed like Toni was three seconds away from becoming champion and becoming even more insufferable.

“1!”

“2!”

“3…NO!”

Somehow, Io had managed to barely get an arm off the mat, just before the ref could hit the mat a third time, saving her title. And completely frustrating and infuriating Toni Storm.

“WHAT?!!” Toni shrieks, having fallen back onto the mat with her eyes widened, shaking her head desperately and looking at the ref, completely stunned that Io had somehow survived her signature move. “No…No…NO! That was three! THREE!” Toni screams, glaring at the referee and sitting up, getting right in his face as he tries to explain how the count went. “Do your job and count faster next time!” Toni demands, still in disbelief after the kick out. “Learn to count to three!”

Finally, after her minor meltdown, Toni looks back and sees Io still motionless, she had kicked out, but it looked like that may have been the last of her energy. “You know what, okay, that’s fine. Because I know how to end this.” Storm declares, smirking evilly as she climbs to the top rope, her back to Io. She then giggles and looks back, crossing her arms, before looking to land her opponent’s own signature Moonsault, in a move which would surely end the match!