Laxia von Roswell vs. Sheila Morgan - Lightning in a Bottle

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila’s plan with the steel steps was fairly simple. She was going to plan them in a good spot, then grab Laxia, lifted her up, maybe put her into a piledriver or something like that, and then ram her fucking skull into the metal and knock her out. It wouldn’t matter if Laxia was too tough to pin if she was unconscious.

Of course, that was a little more difficult than she’d bargained for. While Laxia took the brunt of the damage from their crash, Sheila wasn’t unscathed. That hit had wreaked havoc on her, her back especially, so dragging the steel over was no small feet, but she managed after a few grueling seconds. It wasn’t as if there was too big of a rush, Laxia wasn’t going anywhere.

She had just gotten the steps into position when she felt a tug on her ankles, drawing her attention downwards. Before she could even properly process what was going on, it was too late - her legs were being pulled out from under her; she was falling forward, and her face rammed hard into the dense metal, her skull hitting with a sickening crack.

The Wild One couldn’t get her hands up in time, and her face took the full force of the impact, a blow that rippled across her noggin. She flopped off and fell to the side, landing on her back, as this strange, familiar coppery scent took over her senses.

Blood. Her nose was bleeding, maybe busted. Laxia had actually gotten first blood on her.

”Heh.”