Black Dragon vs Sheila Morgan

[MacbookAir]

Black Dragon's brutish act had cost her. By the time she had planned to slam Sheila's back into the mat, she instead found her own face being the first thing to hit the canvas. Needless to say, her response was a sharp grunt of pain and the immediate clutching of her own face, body initially lying face down on the mat.

"Fuck me..."

[BlackAkuma]

”That’s the plan.”

Said fucking wasn’t going to come about immediately, though - first, Sheila needed to even the score. While she wasn’t embarrassed about having her top ripped off, she was a little miffed. After all, that strictly wasn’t even her top - it was one that her friends had sent out for her to use. Black Dragon had destroyed a gift, which meant that she was of the mind to get some payback.

She crawled over onto her foe’s back, spun around, and grabbed hold of Black Dragon’s hair, yanking it hard to bring her upper body higher. Once she’d pulled her back far enough, she reached around her chest, gripped her top tight, and proceeded to pull it against the woman’s neck, using it like a garrote to squeeze the breath out of her.

[MacbookAir]

Black Dragon's top was a finely made piece, designed to show off plenty and survive plenty of abuse, as expected in this field. It was that latter attribute that would hurt Black Dragon the most, as the top would begin to choke her out, the Dragon grunting and gagging as her face began to turn red, the beast struggling to escape her hold. The sharp pulling of her hair was almost nothing by comparison, this humiliation proving far more horrid.

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila wasn’t much of an expert when it came to close - most of the time, she just wore whatever she could find and stumbled out of the house. But she had to say, Black Dragon had done a bang-up job with the material on her top. Strong quality, sturdy, wasn’t going anywhere.

It made an excellent choker, but it was clear that wasn’t going to get the job done all by itself. To hammer the point home and amp things up, she let go of the top, grabbed her by the head, and rammed her face into the canvas a few times, driving it down hard and fast with each hit.

[MacbookAir]

Black Dragon could only grit and take the beatdown Sheila was giving her for now. Each time her face slammed into the mat, she could see a few more stars, almost feeling like she had seen a whole galaxy by the time Sheila finally finished. Black Dragon was bruised, but she was far from out of it. With a sudden, almost feral roar, she would rouse herself from her position, getting up and off the mat if she could, Sheila's own position on top of her be damned. The Dragon was wounded, but she was far from done, and she would once again try to play to her strengths.