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.”

[Letta]

The dull impact made Laxia squeeze her eyes shut. Sheila’s ankles slipped from her grasp, and the woman toppled to one side. Her counter had worked. Drawing her arms back, Laxia let out a breath and felt some of the tightness in her chest ease. But the moment she moved, pain flared through her abdomen. “Nnngh...” She curled forward, one hand pressed to her stomach. Knocking Sheila down had done nothing to make her own pain disappear. Springing up to launch a follow-up, unfortunately, remained wishful thinking.

Then she noticed the red spreading beneath Sheila’s nose. The sight briefly tempered her relief with concern for her opponent. She had an uneasy feeling that the match was about to turn uglier. But her aching abdomen, the table smashed beyond recognition, and the memory of her chest being crushed beneath the chair soon chased that hesitation away. If she held back now, she might end up looking considerably worse herself.

Wait... had she just laughed..?

Laxia’s brows drew together at the faint chuckle. Not a groan. Not a curse. A laugh. What, exactly, was so amusing about hitting the steel steps face-first? She did not like it. Not at all. But she could not afford to waste time puzzling over it. Once Sheila was back on her feet, this opening would be gone. Laxia lowered her hand from her stomach to the floor and dragged herself toward her opponent, breathing in short, uneven bursts. A faint, cold smile touched her lips as she drew alongside Sheila.

“Laugh while you can..”

She seized one of Sheila’s arms and a handful of her mane. Ordinarily, she would have considered hair-pulling beneath her. But remembering how her own hair had been yanked around earlier made her grip tighten. Perhaps the match was stirring her own catfighting instincts. Either way, there was a certain satisfaction in being the one doing the dragging for a change. Laxia rose to her feet, hauling Sheila up with her. She dragged her a few steps toward the apron and, without releasing her grip on Sheila’s hair, slammed her face down against the canvas on the apron again and again. Each impact produced a dull thud.

“Does it hurt...!? A little dizzy??”

A faint red smear marked the canvas. If Sheila’s upper body remained draped over the apron, Laxia would slip into the ring beneath the bottom rope. She settled on the edge with her legs extended outside, then turned Sheila to face the crowd and drew her head back between her shapely thighs. This time, it was her turn to deny her opponent a chance to breathe. Raising both arms, she gripped the middle rope for support and squeezed her thighs together, attempting to lock Sheila into a tight headscissors...!

[BlackAkuma]

It really was busted, too. Sheila had taken more than enough busted and broken noses to know the difference with clinical precision. Specifically, a broken nose hurt so much more, you could feel all the little bones shifting on your face with every breath. This was just a flesh wound. It would make breathing and smelling a little difficult for a couple of hours, but she would be fine.

Still, it was first blood, and if you told Sheila an hour ago that some pampered princess would be getting that on her in what was essentially a hardcore match, she would’ve punched you for the insult.

So, yeah. Yeah, it was funny.

Laxia didn’t seem to get the joke, though, if her words were anything to go by. Sheila was just about to explain it to her when the woman came over and seized her by the arm and hair, roughly hauling her up. Getting her hair yanked in a match was another experience that the Wild One was more than used to, couldn't remember the last time that it hadn't happened in a match, but even so, this sort of aggression was new from Laxia. Wilder, more dangerous. She liked it.

She came along for the ride as she was dragged back to the ring, and Sheila fully expected to be thrown in under the bottom rope. Instead, Laxia had something a little more direct in mind - namely, ramming her skull into the ring multiple times, over and over, filling the Wild One’s vision with fog and stars. By the time she was done, Sheila was a disheveled mess - more than usual - and all she could do was lay on the apron, struggling to stand.

Laxia, ironically, made that a lot easier when she came around and wrapped those legs around Sheila’s head, clamping tight with a headscissors that kept her anchored to the ring. She thrashed about in the hold, squirming and kicking like an animal caught in a trap - which wasn’t too far from the truth of things, really. Aside from the crushing pressure, oxygen was rapidly coming at a high premium, and her body was running on a short supply…