Lena Knoxx vs. Sheila Morgan - Number One with a Bullet

[BlackAkuma]

Match Type: Hardcore Hentai
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Submission, or Knockout, but only after making your opponent orgasm at least once. No Disqualifications, No Countouts

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”Ms. Morgan! Get up!”

”I’m good. Just five more minutes.”

”What?”

”Taking a quick nap. Five minutes and I’m good.”

”What? No! No, five minutes, the match is right now! Your music is playing!”

Sheila Morgan, who had been lying on a couch in the gorilla position while she waited for her match to start, finally bothered to open her eyes and look up at the stagehand who was accosting her, this mousy-looking little chick who bore a striking and annoying resemblance to a woman she used to date back home. Sure enough, she could hear

playing outside, heralding her arrival for an eager crowd. They were ready to go, the referee was in the ring. The only thing missing was her.

Sheila wouldn’t have any problems going out there, but the hangover she was nursing had other ideas. In the weeks since she got her head caved in by Hazel in their championship match, the Wild One had been making a habit of ending her nights getting drunk in bars around Tokyo - which was always her habit, really. Still, she’d gotten to doing it with a higher frequency than usual.

The fight hadn't depressed her, not exactly - she put up a good fight, Hazel was strong as fuck, she didn’t have anything to be ashamed of. But now that her title shot was over and she was back on the bottom, she was feeling aimless. Adrift. A boat going downstream without a paddle. She’d made her way to the mountaintop, gotten kicked off, and she was contemplating whether she should try climbing back up or just find a new one to climb.

Thought-provoking stuff. Challenging. But for another time. For now, she had a job to do. ”Fuck it, I’m getting up.”

A few moments later, Sheila was making her way out of the curtain, right around the time her theme song was ending its second verse. The crowd had started to die down, confused by her absence, but they came back to life the moment they saw her making her way down the ramp,

with her signature jacket flowing behind her. While she was still groggy and it felt like someone was trying to jackhammer their way out of her skull, the roar of the crowd was a good wake-up call, and a few quick slaps on the cheek helped wake her all the way up. She was good for this.

”Fuckin’ A! Let’s go!” Sheila smacked the top of the metal stairs with both hands, making a raucous racket, before she skipped her way up them, vaulted over the top rope and came down for a hard landing on the canvas. She staggered for a second, a little woozy, but got it together as she made her way over to her corner. She leaped up on the middle rope, faced the audience, threw her hair back and let out a war cry, her shriek carrying over the booming crowd.

”Ready for combat, let’s go.” Sheila leaped off the ropes, spun about in mid-air and dropped back to the canvas with her legs crossed. A wolfish grin came over her face as she leaned against the corner and caught her breath, while her focus centered on the curtains. Her music was dying down, so she wouldn’t have to wait long for tonight’s victim to come out.