[Humiliation Hardcore Match] Nerissa Labong vs. Sheila Morgan - Wild And Free (Apex Qualifier Match)

[BlackAkuma]

Match Type
Hardcore Humiliation
Victory Conditions
Pinfall, Submission or KO. Anything Goes.
Victory Rewards
The winner will be able to do whatever they want with the loser for an unspecified amount of time.

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Continued from here...


”Holy fuck, I’ve never been more horny in my goddamn life. Jesus.”

It was a little weird for Sheila to say that out loud, even more weird for her to do that in the gorilla position before a match, but she couldn't help it. Those thoughts had been in her head all week, and she just had to offload them somewhere.

It had been a few days since she met Nerissa, and she was still feeling the aftereffects of what could possibly be the best fuck of her entire life. The woman was sweltering hot, off the charts, and the two of them had hooked up at the best of places - a BDSM bar. It had been a random choice on Sheila’s part, just looking for a place to park her ass for a few hours, but it was there that she stumbled on the snakewoman, and damn, she was still feeling the aftereffects.

It was hard to even put it all into words. The two of them fit so well, had this wild connection that drew them together, and it had led to some of the craziest sex. It was hard to even remember it all - this wild blur of sweat and skin, moaning and whining, skin slapping and hair pulling so hard that she could still feel it on her scalp. They were both close to inexhaustible, but that had pushed her limits all the same, feeling more like a fight than a fuck at times. It was insane, it was primal, it was madness, and thinking about it even now, as she prepared for her match, was enough to make her tingle. She stood next to one of the storage crates in the back, elbows planted on the sides of it, legs jiggling and hip swiveling, gaining all kinds of weird looks from the passerbys.

But fuck it, she couldn't help it. Not after an encounter like that, and not when she was about to fight that same woman in a match like this. Hardcore? Yes. Humiliation? Yes, yes. The idea of not only going all out with Nerissa, but having her way with the serpentess after the match was just too tempting to pass up. She’d spent the past few days dreaming about all the things she could do to her in the center of that ring, and she had a mental list ready to go. This would mark her first time having sex with someone she’d just beaten in a fight, and she couldn't even imagine what that would do for her drive. A good thing, then, that she wouldn’t have to imagine it in a few minutes.

”Ms. Morgan, excuse me.” One of the stagehands came her way. ”Your match is about to start, if you’ll just-”]

Sheila broke into a run and dashed her way out of the backstage area, rushing through the curtains so fast that she was nearly halfway down the ramp before her music started.

96 Quite Bitter Beings by CKY

Main Outfit

She popped into the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and going to her feet in a run, then dashed across the ring to the announcer. ”Hey, hey!” She waved her way. ”Tell them to cut my music, bring my opponent out! Come on, get it going, hurry up!”

Feeling like a kid on Christmas morning - or what she imagined that was like, most of her Christmases had been straight shite. Whatever the case, she wasn’t in a mood to wait any longer than she had to. Eager, bubbling over with energy, she made her way to the corner and leaned against it, hungry for the match to start proper.

[skip-stop]

"At this rate, you and the others will soon not need a manager," Victoria said, adjusting her glasses.

Nerissa grinned, but didn't answer right away, deciding to finish her warm-up first. She understood what Victoria was talking about. This was the second time Nerissa had found a match for herself. And about the same thing Astrid did recently. For Victoria, it was a blow to pride, although the Englishwoman tried not to show it. When she finished stretching her leg muscles, Nerissa straightened up to her full height and turned to her manager.

"I was just lucky," she said, after which she smiled, and this smile was not the same as usual, Victoria noticed it. "So you have nothing to worry about."

Victoria raised her left eyebrow slightly. She had never seen Nerissa like this before. Yes, usually this Native American woman was always in a good mood before the match. But now something in her seemed to have changed. The Englishwoman found this strange, especially considering the recent events in Nerissa's career. She chose Nerissa for the PPV match. And after this match, the morale of the native American woman was not the best. But now she seemed to shine.

"I can't understand what has changed in you," Victoria confessed, taking off her glasses. "Can't say that the changes are drastic, but I still see them."

This time Nerissa smiled with her wide smile. The Native American woman headed to the locker in order to take her Pride Flag. In fact, the manager's words came as a surprise to her, because she did not think about how she looked from the outside. But even if Victoria noticed some changes, it means something really changed. What exactly? After meeting Sheila, she couldn't get her out of her mind. Although she would be lying if she said she tried hard to do it.

"You know, I love sex," Nerissa said, tying the Pride Flag around her neck.
"Wow, that's news," Victoria replied sarcastically. "Lunara would certainly approve."

Somewhere in another area of Tokyo, Lunara sneezed. However, after Victoria's words, Nerissa shook her head slightly, finding this sarcasm unnecessary. This Englishwoman has always had problems with humor, although Nerissa has already managed to get used to it to some extent.

"But most of the time, sex is just sex," she continued. "Yes, hot, but still just sex. Yet... with her..." Nerissa closed her eyes, remembering the most passionate moments of the night she spent with Sheila. "My mouth fills with saliva when I remember how our bodies intertwined together, goosebumps run down my back when I remember how we turned over the furniture in my apartment." Nerissa ran her fingers over her lips. "I can still feel the taste of her juices that flowed out of her when I licked her pussy."

Victoria blushed like a tomato. Such conversations were not what she was used to. She hurried to put her glasses back on, then cleared her throat. Well, now the reason was clearer. Someone might think that Nerissa just had a very good time. But Victoria knew this Native American woman. And she knew that for Nerissa, the night spent with Sheila was something much more than just good sex.

"Then I hope it opens a new chapter in your career," the manager said, trying to make the conversation more serious. "This is your last qualifying match, so don't screw up."
"Pf," Nerissa chuckled. "Have you done what I asked?"
"I don't even want to know what was in it..." Victoria sighed. "But, yes, I've done everything, it's already there."

The Native American woman smiled, then left the locker room. She headed down a long corridor. Without noticing it, Nerissa smiled once again. She actually asked her manager to prepare something. It is not a fact that she will need it, because it is difficult to take into account all possible scenarios. But if the case would be really suitable, then...

Nerissa entered the waiting room and stopped in front of the curtains. Her opponent has already arrived at the arena. Well, if you could call it that. Sheila was in such a hurry to get to the ring that her music started when she was already in the middle of the ramp. The Native American woman barely restrained herself from laughing at the moment when Sheila got into the ring and demanded to finish her entry in order for Nerissa to arrive in the ring faster. The Echidna licked her thin lips.

"I'm going to take everything I want!" she said to herself.

Entrance Music

Attire

Every light source in the arena went out, everything was plunged into pitch darkness. And then three deafening chords shook the walls and the souls of everyone present. At the same time, three flashes of spotlights momentarily illuminated the figure of the woman wrapped in the Pride Flag and standing with her back to the audience. A few moments of darkness and silence, and then three more flashes of light made it possible to see that the woman turned over her shoulder with a wide smile from ear to ear. A few moments of darkness and silence, and then three flashes of light illuminated Nerissa, who turned to face the ring and the audience. A few moments of darkness and silence, and then three flashes of light made it possible to see how she raised her hands, accepting the deafening greetings of the audience.

Accompanied by three beams of spotlights, the Echidna began to descend the ramp. She moved calmly and confidently. Keeping a smile on her face, she seemed not to pay attention to the audience and fans. She wasn't going to show these emotions ahead of time, but in fact she liked this attention. Despite several very big failures, Nerissa has won a place in the hearts of real wrestling fans.

As she approached the ring, the light left the arena completely again. The spotlights returned a few moments later. Nerissa was squatting on the top turnbuckle. Her eyes were fixed on her rival. For a few seconds, the Native American woman looked at Sheila like a hawk looks at its prey.

Suddenly, the Echidna jumped forward. The Pride Flag rustled in the gusts of air. The light fully returned to the arena only at the moment when Nerissa landed and straightened up to her full height. To deafening applause, she untied the Pride Flag on her neck and raised it high above her head. Nerissa made a lap of honor, showing everyone an attribute that was one of the main symbols of freedom.

Leaving the flag in the corner, she returned her gaze to her opponent. Nerissa moved forward. Stopping in the center of the ring, she gave the blonde a lustful smile, then raised her right hand, showing Sheila a sign of horns. Nerissa's music ended with the last shouts and applause from the audience. Usually at such moments Nerissa was calm, because in any match her main goal was to win. But now, looking at Sheila, she felt her heart begin to beat faster.

"The Wild One," Nerissa said in a slightly hissing voice. "It was very hard for me to wait for this day."

There was nothing to hide here and Nerissa wasn't going to do it. A hardcore match was waiting for her and Sheila ahead. And at the end of this match, one of them will be punished for losing. Right here. In front of thousands of spectators. The very thought of it drove the Native American woman into ecstasy. She beckoned Sheila to her, urging her to come to the center of the ring so that they could start the match. She wanted to see what this woman was capable of in the ring. Because if she fights at least half as well as she fucks, then this match will surely go down in history.

[BlackAkuma]

”And her tongue is amazing. Like, I don’t know if it’s genetic or if she had some work done on it, but it’s longer than most people, and fuck, she knows how to use. Just kisses you and goes crazy. And when she went on me? Phew. Never had better. I’m not much of a screamer, you know? I make noise, but I try to keep from going all out. But with her, I was fucking shrieking. Banshee-level. Had to get one of those throat thingies when I left her place, the Halls, downed a full pack of them to get the soreness down. And even then…”

The referee had made the mistake of asking Sheila why she was so happy.

Thanks to a mix of protocol and the system being stubborn, they couldn't cut her music early and had to run a certain of it before they could move on, which meant Sheila had a longer time than usual pacing around the ring. She struck up a quick conversation with the referee while she waited, that question came up, and she’d gone into rambling mode while she laid it all out. Honestly, she just wanted to tell someone about it and pounced on the opportunity - when you stumble on something amazing, you want to share it with the whole world. Plus, it was a good way to pass the time while CKY faded out.

The referee, on the other hand, looked like she wanted to be anywhere but in this ring while Sheila detailed her sex life, and while she couldn't see her reaction when the lights went off and Sheila abruptly stopped, she could’ve sworn she heard the woman sigh in relief. Eh, prude.

That was the last thought on Sheila’s mind now, as she brought her full focus to the ramp and gazed down it, even coming out of her corner to lean on the ropes and get a better look at her lover’s entrance. The music choice was on point - wild, aggressive, furious music that tore through your chest like a fire, hyping Sheila up for the moment when the woman herself appeared. The lights lit up, and sure enough, there was Echidna, standing proud with the most appropriate flag.

Just seeing her there was enough to make Sheila’s blood rush, and she chewed on her lip without even thinking. There was something regal about the way Nerissa carried herself. She’d heard muttering in the back about her win record, and knew she wasn’t on a roll, but you wouldn’t have known that to look at her - the crowd loved her, and she could see why. It was all about the way she carried herself, the strength in her steps, the kind of sensual confidence that had drawn Sheila in when they first met. Some people just oozed with charisma, and Nerissa had that in spades.

The lights went out again, and Nerissa was up on the turnbuckle when they returned, making Sheila jump away from the ropes at the sudden change. She hopped away and walked backward to her corner, never letting her opponent leave her sight, and watched as she made her lap around the ring. The crowd fully accepted who she was, but even if they didn’t, she knew that wouldn’t change a thing in the way Nerissa presented herself. There was a bold, defiant energy to her, putting herself out for all the world to see.

Sheila returned the devil horns with her own, sticking her tongue out through the fingers for added effect. She was itching to go, hungry for it, and she could tell the feeling was mutual. Just a few more seconds, just a few more seconds…

She finally remembered that she was still wearing her coat, slipped it off, and tossed it straight out of the ring before she marched out of the corner at Nerissa’s beckoning. Sheila was in the center of the ring with Nerissa a scant few seconds later with her toes tapping on the canvas, and she was so hyped up that she kept shifting about like a woman possessed, as if her body had excess energy and was just looking for ways to spend it.

”Love the way you say my name.” Sheila looked Nerissa up and down, then ran her tongue along her canine, indulging in one of her favorite ticks. ”Think I’ll make you scream it a few times when I’m done picking up this win.”

And there were the battle lines. Not that they needed any reminders of what was at stake, here, but it never hurt to drill the point home.

The referee looked between them, shrugged, then threw her hands up and called for the bell.

DING DING DING

The bell had only rang twice before Sheila launched herself forward, coming straight at Nerissa. She wasn’t the type for slow, plodding starts in a match most of the time, and today of all days wasn’t going to be the exception - no, she kicked things off by going from zero to sixty in record time, throwing herself forward and come at her opponent with a heavy right hook towards her face, wanting to kick this hardcore match off with a brawl.

[skip-stop]

Oh. Even just seeing this woman again was a pleasure. It would not be an exaggeration to say that Nerissa liked absolutely everything about Sheila. From the heels to the top of the head. The appearance of this woman was truly unique, and her temper certainly complemented the picture perfectly. Nerissa licked her lips at the moment when the blonde responded with her own sign of horns, while adding a demonstration of her tongue.

While the Australian woman was approaching the Echidna, Nerissa took advantage of these seconds to once again run her eyes over her rival. When they enjoyed each other's bodies in the dark, they relied on tactile sensations. But now the Native American woman has the opportunity to use her eyes for that.

And, as it was easy to guess, she liked what she saw. Sheila's wrestling attire left almost no room for fantasy. This attire definitely emphasized the blonde's alias. Although in fact Nerissa's attention was focused on other things. These curves. These muscles. Excellent athletic training, no less impressive than Nerissa's. This match will definitely be exciting, because both women were almost identical to each other. And when the fighters are equal in almost all respects, the outcome of the match most often depends on skills.

"How sexy," she said in response to the words that Sheila would make Nerissa shout her name several times, after which lightning seemed to run through her eyes. "As for me... I'm not going to let you scream."

What exactly did she mean? Well, if Nerissa wins, then at the end of this match Sheila will find out the meaning of these words. In the meantime, the Echidna had to make some efforts not to pounce on her rival before the bell rang. Why? The answer was extremely simple. Who can resist this canine? Even just looking at Sheila, Nerissa felt hungry. It had been a long time since she had felt this way about another woman. She wanted to fight her. She wanted to fuck her.

Unable to wait any longer, the Native American woman took a few steps back, creating some free space between them. Sheila did the same. It seems they both wanted to start as soon as possible. The stakes were high, yes. And it was definitely motivation, because the conditions of the match were as wild as the alias of the Australian woman. But who says it's bad? Clenching her fists, the Echidna raised them to the level of her chin. It's fucking time.

Ding-Ding-Ding.

The bell rang and the arena was filled with the screams of the audience. At the same moment, Sheila seemed to break loose, rushing towards Nerissa. It seems that this blonde did not have the habit of playing the second number. There was only one problem. Nerissa wasn't used to it either. Baring her teeth for a moment, she pushed off the mat and rushed towards her rival.

A match of lightweights is always a fascinating sight, unless we are talking about a woman from the top of the roster, because in this case the statistics make the result so predictable that you can go to a bookmaker and put your apartment on the line. When Nerissa and Sheila rushed at each other, the audience created a wave of noise, anticipating the dynamic development of events.

And it seems the Australian woman decided to live up to their expectations by abruptly throwing her right arm forward while simultaneously turning her torso to the left. Most boxers would not risk starting an attack with a hook, because it was far from the fastest punch to start a combination. But apparently the blonde had too much fire inside.

The corners of Nerissa's lips lifted slightly, and then she dived down, pushing off the mat with her right foot. If Sheila intended to compete in boxing, then she would be happy to give her such an opportunity. The Echidna intended to make a pendulum movement, allowing Sheila's fist to pass over her head. And then, straightening up to her full height again, Nerissa was going to repeat her opponent's attack. The only difference was that after dodging, she would be from the side of her opponent, thereby greatly complicating the possibility of defense for the blonde. Therefore, turning to the right on her toes, Nerissa intended to send her own left hook into her opponent's right cheek!

[BlackAkuma]

‘Not going to let her scream’. Oh, Sheila liked the sound of that. Nerissa knew how big of a task that would be, too - when the Wild One wanted to get loud, people in the next state could hear her roar. Maybe she would bring out of those ball things with the strap around them, what did you call them? Ball gags? Yeah, maybe Nerissa would pop one of those in her mouth. Or she could stuff her mouth with panties or something, really improvise. Or maaaaaaaaaaybe she could use that hair of hers like a horse’s bit and fit in between her teeth, and…damn it, Sheila wished she had a pen and paper so she could make notes.

Whatever, she would store it for now. Besides, that would only be happening if she lost this match, which she had no intention of doing. Not only was this a match with the steamiest sinner she’d ever come across, not only did the stakes appeal to the dominant side of Sheila that Nerissa woke up a few nights back, but it was a hardcore match, her bread and butter. She was taking this. It would suck for Nerissa’s WLD, sure, but she had ideas on how to make it up to her.

No more waiting, then.

Sheila came charging out, and she was surprised to see Nerissa had about the same idea. Though, really, she shouldn’t have been. Most of her opponents were taken off guard by the direct approach, expecting her to start slow and feel things out at the beginning. Nerissa wasn’t ‘most opponents’ - she was a firecracker in a balled fist, ready to explode, and the two were on a high speed collision course.

Sheila blow was fast, but clumsy, a brawler’s strike, and Nerissa dodged under it with the sort of deft movements that only came from rigid practice. The Wild One let her annoyance out with a hiss as she lurched forward, but she corrected fast enough, and turned around, just in time to find herself looking at Nerissa’s knuckles. ”Oi-”

The blow rocked her cheek and spun Sheila to the side, whipping her hair about as she stumbled. She might have even fell clean over if she hadn't stomped her foot down and hardened her base. She shook it off and put her opponent back into focus. Good shot, there, and she was determined to give it right back.

Sheila surged forward, trying to close in on Nerissa again with a mad charge. This time she juked to the right as she came in, extended her arm, and swung it full forward towards her opponent’s chest, coming at her with her stiffest lariat.

[skip-stop]

Nerissa definitely liked this beginning. The energy coming from Sheila was the best sign that the pace of this match would be high. Many fighters preferred to start the match much more smoothly, offering a test of strength or something similar. Of course, it cannot be said that there is anything wrong with testing the opponent's skills at a calm pace. But this was clearly not Nerissa's style. And not the style of the Australian woman who rushed forward like a steam locomotive in an attempt to crush the Echidna.

Perhaps Sheila's punch lacked some of the grace that was inherent in professional boxers. But even though the blonde's fist passed over the Echidna's head, she still felt the power that her rival put into this punch. It seems Sheila wasn't going to hold back. Her desire to win was as clear as the sky above the head on a summer day. She wanted to get Nerissa at the end of this match. And it was impossible to deny that the Echidna had the same desire for the blonde. The only question is, whose desire will be stronger?

Successfully dodging Sheila's attack, Nerissa straightened to her full height, and then used her whole body to gain additional momentum. The hook is a very powerful punch because of the wide swing distance, but if you add to this a body turn, then such a punch acquires a truly wild power.

The Australian woman felt it. After her unsuccessful attack, she found herself in a bad position and the moment she turned her head to look at Nerissa, it was already too late. The Echidna's fist slammed into her opponent's cheek. Oh, this feeling was hard to compare with anything. The Native American woman's knuckles were filled with pain, but it was a pleasant pain. This pain meant that her attack had found the target. The force that Nerissa put into the punch was enough for Sheila's head to jerk to the side, and the Australian woman herself staggered back a few steps.

"A point for me," Nerissa thought with delight.

Not wanting to slow down the pace of events, the Echidna immediately took a step forward, approaching her rival. The blonde's balance after the punch was not the best and Nerissa wanted to use this to continue the offensive. But at the moment when the Native American woman was about to take the second step, her rival not only sharply regained her balance, but also rushed to her.

This counterattack came as a surprise to Nerissa. She saw the blonde's clenched fist again and prepared to defend herself, throwing her hands up, waiting for another punch attempt. However, this time Sheila acted less straightforwardly, shifting to the right at the last moment. Nerissa had no chance to react to this, especially considering that instead of sending the fist to the Echidna's head, her opponent stretched out her left arm to the side.

"Gah!" Nerissa gave a strangled cry at the moment when Sheila's arm crashed into her chest.

This knocked the ground out from under the Echidna's feet. The upper part of her body abruptly leaned back and she had no chance to stand on her feet. Nerissa collapsed onto the mat, involuntarily covering her chest with her hands. She immediately felt breathing problems, not to mention back pain due to the fall.

"So you really fight no worse than you fuck," Nerissa concluded mentally.

Clenching her teeth and holding her breath in order to suppress the pain, Nerissa intended to turn sharply on her left side. Pushing her left arm forward, she intended to use her forearm as a fulcrum. Sheila has demonstrated that she is capable of a sudden counterattack even though she missed a hard hit. But she wasn't the only one in this ring who was capable of it. The Echidna was going to demonstrate this by swinging her right leg. She intended to make a quick arc and point her foot at Sheila's knee joint in an attempt to hit her with a sudden round kick from the ground!

[BlackAkuma]

The match had only just started and you could already tell some key difference between the two wrestlers. It was the tale of two hooks - Sheila’s was more raw, unrefined, brutish, the hallmark of someone who learned through watching Rocky movies, while Nerissa threw hers like someone who’d been trained to do it in real life. Not that Sheila’s was the worst, but most of her experience came from wrestling in trailer parks and makeshift rings, and it showed. She swung with just her arms, while Nerissa put her entire body into the move, recruiting muscles from head to toe for a more complete, punishing punch.

To say nothing of the way Nerissa had managed to dodge her first punch, while Sheila wound up eating a mouthful. She couldn't shake the feeling that wasn’t going to be the first time she came up bad in an exchange.

But that was okay. Perfect, really. Sheila took pride in her ability to take damage and keep on coming, and if Echidna could pile it on, so much the better. She wanted to show this woman what she could do, who she was, and she couldn't think of a more fitting way than getting wrecked.

Sheila tanked the blow and surged on Nerissa, coming wide with a classic from the world of wrestling, and this blow found its target, crashing into her opponent’s chest with a burst of velocity. Echidna wasn’t dodging this one - it hit her bang on and dropped like a sack of potatoes. Sexy potatoes.

”Nailed it!”

She came to a skidding stop after the blow and took half a second to admire her handiwork. Nerissa might have landed the first blow, but she’d just scored the first knockdown, and that was a good consolation prize. It had felt like a solid hit, and judging by the way Nerissa was covering her chest, it had done the job.

She was eager to move in for the follow up. Maybe too eager, because she wound up walking straight into Nerissa’s next strike, taking a kick from the ground to her leg, one that cracked her right in the side of her knee, forcing her leg to bend in a way it was never designed to.

”Ah, Christ!” Sheila hopped up one leg as the pain shot through her joints. Nothing too serious, far from the point of permanent damage, but oh, would she be feeling that one for a while. To make matters worse, she was forced to hop on one leg, and was already in the process of toppling over. She’d never had the best balance.

Sheila was going to fall. But she remembered Hardcore Wrestling Rule #20: If you have to fall, fall on someone.

After a second of wobbling, Sheila jumped off her good leg, turned her body around in mid-air, and tried to come down on Nerissa, attempting to nail her with a senton before she could get away.

[skip-stop]

It was hardly possible to say that this exchange of blows definitely ended in favor of one of the women. On the one hand, the Echidna's punch was quite powerful due to the fact that she knew how to use her body in order to strengthen it. But on the other hand, the Wild One not only rammed the chest of the native American woman, but also sent her to a meeting with a mat. Perhaps it could be said that they equalized the score after that.

However, Nerissa did not expect anything else from her rival. Self-confidence is a trait inherent in a very large number of fighters, especially when it comes to LAW. But when Sheila accepted her challenge, she realized even then that it wasn't because of overconfidence. Sheila had skills and she knew how to use them. How did Nerissa feel about this?

The Echidna hated easy matches. It cannot be said that there were a lot of such matches in her life, but still. When her opponent has practically nothing to oppose her, the match loses all its charm. She hated it. There was no pleasure in it. Adrenaline. Pain. Tension. All this can be felt only by fighting a strong opponent. Sheila was not only strong, but also beautiful. Nerissa didn't need more than that, it was more than enough.

Realizing that she should not give her opponent freedom of action, Nerissa, despite the pain in her back and chest, turned sharply to the left. In a sense, she repeated the actions of her rival again, because her main goal was to catch the blonde by surprise with an unexpected counterattack. The Echidna's right leg made an arc, gaining speed, and then her foot crashed into the Australian woman's knee joint.

With a pained cry, Sheila began trying to keep her balance by standing on one leg. However, the kick turned out to be quite powerful and unexpected, as a result of which the blonde's body tilted too much to the side. Her fall was inevitable. But what was the Echidna's surprise when her opponent jerked to the side in order not just to fall on the mat, but to fall directly on Nerissa.

"Move!" Nerissa literally screamed at herself mentally.

Acting almost automatically, the Native American woman pushed off from the mat with her left hand and left foot. If she had hesitated even for one second, she would most likely have been crushed by Sheila's body right now. But thanks to the combination of reflexes and instincts, she left the line of the Wild One's attack, making a roll to the side. Sheila collapsed onto the mat, accompanied by a crash.

"And now..." Nerissa hissed, quickly turning over on her stomach, and then taking a low start position.

Her only intention was to seize the initiative. Right now. And so the Echidna was going to push off from the mat with force. The low start position was necessary for her because the distance between her and her opponent was not too great. Using each of the three steps available to her, the Native American woman was going to fill her body with speed. But why did she need this speed?

Finding herself right in front of her opponent, Nerissa intended to direct the force into her legs in order to make the jump. Not forward, but upward. Leaning back, she was about to make a moonsault while pulling her knees up to her chest. Yes, that's right. In order to get the initiative, she was going to fall right on Sheila, crushing her bare stomach with a standing moonsault double knee drop!

[BlackAkuma]

Echidna was fast.

You would expect that from a woman named after a snake, with snakes tattoos, a snake haircut, and who had a sexy-as-fuck habit of hissing her words out, but now, facing her for the first time, Sheila was getting an appreciation for just how nimble her foe was. She always thought she was quick on her feet, but the way that kick came out was like a whip, slicing into her knee at mach speed. The technique was there, but she had the swiftness to make it deadly.

Sheila would still wager on herself being the faster one between them, but with their similar body sizes and physiques, it would be near impossible to find out for sure. So she wasn’t edgeing her out in that department, this would be one of the rare times where she couldn't rely on being the quickest one in a fight. So what would be her ace?

The element of surprise, maybe. Always a decent thing to fall back on. A lot of Sheila’s success back home came from her doing batshite crazy things that her opponents either didn’t see coming or didn’t think she was nuts enough to even try. That was her thinking when she flipped forward off her good look, trying to plant Nerissa with the senton - she wouldn’t expect, and by the time she knew what was happening, it would be too late.

It wasn’t too late. Nerissa had just enough time to slither out of the way, avoiding the crash by a fraction of a second and giving Sheila nothing but empty canvas to crash into. She came down for a splat, right on her spine, making her body arch up at the pain.

”Gah…yeah, that sucked.” The LAW rings weren’t as hard as the El Cheapo ones she made back home, but still far from the most pleasant thing to happen to her bones. But it was nothing she couldn't get back up from. Just needed three seconds.

The problem was, Nerissa only needed two for her rebuttal. Sheila had only begun sitting up when she saw her opponent flipping backwards, coming through the air with a slick moonsault, her long braid streaming the air as she flew. It made for a lovely image, but one that Sheila didn’t have the time to appreciate - instead, she made an attempt to roll out of the way, and succeeded.

Sort of.

Not really.

She only managed to turn halfway before Sheila’s moonsault connected, meaning she took the knees on her arm and ribs instead of her stomach. She wasn’t sure if that would’ve been worse than the stomach, but she doubted it - the blow still knocked the wind out of her and left her aching, holding her shoulder as a numb pain went through it. The first exchange went to Nerissa, looked like. ”Ah, you got me. Bloody hell...”

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It is almost impossible to resist the temptation to gain an advantage. After she dodged her rival's fall, Nerissa saw an opportunity. At such moments, her temperament was most evident. The Native American woman has always sought to get what she wanted, whatever it was. Now she wanted to get the lead in the match.

Not having the habit of resisting her desires, the Echidna ran to her rival with a smile on her face, and then pushed off from the mat, making a jump. Flexibility and speed were an integral part of her style. And if someone forgot about it, then her graceful moonsault should have reminded them of it. Acting as quickly as possible, Nerissa planned to ram Sheila's bare stomach and thereby deprive the blonde of any opportunity to breathe normally in the near future.

But the Australian woman has again shown that she doesn't intend to make things too easy. Jerking to the side, she tried to roll in order to prevent Nerissa's knees from crashing into her stomach. Fortunately for the Echidna, her opponent reacted a little later than she should have, which is why her attack was not completely failed. The Echidna's knees slammed into Sheila's side, grazing her arm and several ribs.

It was impossible to keep her balance in this position, which is why Nerissa involuntarily leaned back and landed on her ass near her rival. The blonde stayed on the mat, holding her arm. She managed to avoid a huge amount of damage, but even that was enough to slow her down slightly. Although, of course, Nerissa's attack was very far from perfect.

Nerissa smiled in response to her rival's words. But at the same time, she understood that her options were very limited now. If she had knocked the air out of Sheila, she could use some spectacular and effective movement. But the pain in the ribs and arm was clearly not enough to count on Sheila allowing the Echidna to lift her to her feet unhindered and make a throw or something like that.

"I don't like to slow the pace, but for you..." Nerissa thought.

If it was a choice between a powerful throw or a submission hold, Nerissa would always choose the first. But in order to move on to heavier movements, she still needed to weaken her opponent. It only remained to decide exactly how she could take advantage of the current situation. Fortunately, the Echidna had a plan. The Native American woman intended to lean forward and put both palms on the mat.

Nerissa was going to push off the mat with her palms and feet, jumping forward like a frog. Yes, she intended to jump straight on Sheila in order to sit on her lower abdomen, thereby pressing her to the mat. If she succeeded, the legs of the Echidna would instantly slip down in order to wrap around the legs of the blonde and spread them apart. She still remembered how hungry Sheila looked at her breasts when they first met. And now Nerissa wanted to remind the Australian woman how good her breasts were.

She intended to entwine their fingers and then press Sheila's palms right over her head. The audience would start making noise, finally realizing what the Echidna was preparing for. She would look into the blonde's eyes with a lustful look, and then she would go down, forcing their naked bellies to press tightly against each other. But the main thing was that she was going to put Sheila's head between her lush breasts. A combination of a grapevine hold and breast smother. Yes, that was what Nerissa loved so much. She needed to weaken the Australian woman. She knew about Sheila's weakness in front of her breasts and she intended to take advantage of it.