Kuroi Kamikaze vs. Sheila Morgan III: WAR!

[BlackAkuma]

Bullseye. Sort of.

Hitting Kuroi in the face would’ve been better, enough to do some real damage to the bitch, but hitting her in that chest of hers was a good consolation prize. After the start she’d kicked off with, Sheila wasn’t about to be picky with her targets. She needed to wrack up as much damage as she could, any way she could, and it felt like she was on her way to doing that for the first time in this fight.

”What was that, dumbass?” Sheila called out to her opponent as she writhed on the floor, laid out by her surprise attack. ”Gotta speak up!”

Despite the taunting, she heard what Kuroi said well enough to be pissed off by it. Ape-hands? Those ape-hands had done a good enough job wiping the floor with her in two matches so far, despite all her karate/MMA/kung-fu bullshit. Sheila was never all that big on pride, but she’d be fucked if she let a psycho bitch like this look down on her after the hell they’d put each other through.

Sheila grabbed the cage for support and leaned on it as she rose back to her feet, only stumbling once in the effort. She made her way over to Kuroi, picking up steam with every step, until she had enough energy to reach down and grab her hair with both hands, sneering down her way as she yanked Kuroi back up. ”You got something on your face, KK.” She eyed the cage, hinting her intent for a flash of a second, then brought her focus back to her foe. ”I’ll help you get it off.”

Her method of doing that was a simple one: She attempted to ram Kuroi’s face into the cage and rake it back and forth on the metal a few times. The perfect way to get the foam off. Maybe a little skin, too.

[PuroQueen]

Damn, that thing was heavier than she expected. Kuroi was even a little impressed Sheila was able to toss it as quickly and far as she did. But then again, the red-head never did anticipate what it would be like to have a can of chemicals thrown at her before this match. Though, Kuroi had a growing feeling that she was going to be acquainted with a whole assortment of weaponry she never considered could be used in a fight, all courtesy of Sheila and these brutish match conditions. They should call this shit Monkeys in a Cage...

But the purist martial artist had a much more pressing matter: the pain radiating through her chest, numbing her rack with cold, steely agony. She pushed it aside, though. It was a minor inconvenience compared to what was sure to follow. Kuroi grumbled as she attempted to get to her feet, only to find a pair of hands providing her with some unwanted assistance. She growled as Sheila pulled her up by her hair, the woman's taunts still ringing in her ear. Kuroi was more than happy to repeat her previous insult back at the dumb bimbo, but at the moment, her voice was too busy snarling and gasping as her opponent thrust her up so that they were face to face.

Kuroi followed Sheila's gaze through the cage as opposed to it, a glimmer of confusion on her face as she failed to process what her opponent was implying. After all, it wasn't like they could venture to the outside and repeat their antics on the announcer's table. It wasn't until Sheila slammed her face first into the cell wall that it all of a sudden became crystal clear. She was slammed, pinned against the metal like a bug on a windshield. Her attacker was ruthless, dragging her face back and forth against the steel, as if trying to erase her features from existence. Kuroi could feel the grated metal digging into her skin, every thrust opening minuscule cuts, which in turn, leaked with hot blood trickling down her cheeks. Funnily enough, Sheila had actually managed to wipe some of the white stuff off her, but the scattering of red certainly wasn't a welcome replacement. She tried to howl, but her voice was muffled by the rattling metal. All she could do was gasp for breath, struggling to keep her head above the rising tide of pain and anger.

Shaken, but far from shattered, Kuroi grounded her feet into the ground below. Sheila's hands were preoccupied with making every drag and swipe of her face along the metal as painful as possible, but in return, it left all of Kuroi's limbs completely free. Regaining some semblance of control, Kuroi attempted to throw her elbow back, repeating a move Sheila was probably all too familiar with by now in the form of three repeated elbow strikes to her ribcage!

If she was successful in disorienting her opponent enough to loosen her grip, then Kuroi wouldn't let the opportunity slide. Instead, she would try to maneuver herself behind Sheila, pivoting off of one foot until their positions were pretty much reversed. If Kuroi had secured that much, she would then latch onto Sheila's arm from behind with lightning fast reflexes, shoving it up the length of her back before thrusting her opponent's body against the cell in a hammerlock! Her other hand would grip at her rival's blonde mane, completing the sleek reversal by also grating Sheila's face against the steel!

"This is what we real fighters call positional control," Kuroi lectured into Sheila's ear. "In other words, next time you wanna scrape a bitch's face off, make sure she's cuffed first!" Kuroi boasted, emphasizing her point by elevating the hammerlock further up Sheila's back, while still thrashing her opponent against the cage.

[BlackAkuma]

”That’s right, eat it!” Sheila couldn't help laughing as she paintbrushed Kuroi’s face across the harsh metal. ”Take it in, have a good fucking taste!”

Weird as it might have sounded, there was some technique to this, more than just ramming someone’s face against the metal and going to town. As someone who’d been on the taking and giving end of this before, she knew the best way to maximize her effort. You wanted to go for the quick, rapid strokes instead of the long rakes, making sure to build up some friction on the skin. Made it hurt that much more, dug deeper gashes instead of long ones and gave you a better result overall.

It wasn’t exactly a devastating move, Sheila didn’t think for one moment that she could be able to beat Kuroi by opening up some cuts on her face. But it was fun. Funny. After getting jumped and pinned in less than one minute, it was more than a little satisfying to turn the tables back on her opponent, even in this small way. She would’ve been content to do it for a while, too, except…

28:20

Yeah, that. Sheila looked up to the clock with a groan, remembering the time limit. Despite being in all kinds of matches, this was the first where a clock had been a problem. In Outback Wrestling, they’d always been about outlasting each other, fighting through the pain, with the winner most often being the one who could take the most damage and stay conscious. Here, she had to think smarter than that, especially since she was behind on points right out of the gate. She had to get Kuroi back in the ring, maybe hit her with the stunner, and then-

Sheila’s plans, thin as they were, came to an end when she took an elbow into the side, one that drove the wind clean out of her. More came soon after, driving deep, stunning her long enough for Kuroi to flip things up. Her arm was seized in an instant, and she suddenly found herself up against the cage, getting the same treatment she’d just been dishing out.

And with Kuroi whispering in her ear, of course. Couldn't forget that touch. But with her so close, and in that position, it did give Sheila an idea.

”Cuffs. Right.” She endured this position for a few seconds more, before she planted her feet and surged backwards, making space between them and the cage. It wasn’t much, but she only needed a couple of feet - just enough for her to jump up, catch Kuroi’s head with a three-quarter facelock, and bring it crashing down with her when she dropped into a sit, looking to hit her with her finishing move - the Kitchen Sink.

[PuroQueen]

Kuroi was scratched up alright. No major gashes or cuts, but there were enough little openings on her face to irritate her for the rest of the match. Luckily, she was in a position to return the favor, attempting to drag and swipe Sheila's face across the cell in much the same manner. But for once, Kuroi seemed to be attacking with less finesse than her opponent. If cage-bashing was an art, then Sheila was a maestro, because Kuroi wasn't inflicting quite as much damage as her opponent had done to her. But that didn't bother Kuroi too much. Dragging this bitch's face against the metal was just plain fun.

Until it wasn't any more. Kuroi was seconds away from transitioning into something she was a little more skilled in applying, but Sheila's continued resistance made things harder than they should have been. In fact, Kuroi should have taken her own advice. She only had one of Sheila's arms properly pinned, and both her legs were still free to maneuver. Her opponent made full use of this mobility, grounded herself in much the same manner Kuroi had before pushing off the cell.

Kuroi stumbled back, the brunt force of Sheila's weight enough to force her grip to wither. Whatever, that shit was getting boring anyways. But Sheila had no intentions of just merely breaking free. What came next was oddly familiar - Sheila's arms wrapped around Kuroi's head, dragging the martial artist's chin against the woman's shoulder. She could feel the brawler's fingers digging into her neck, like an anchor tied around her throat, trying to leave her with no direction to go but down. This bitch was attempting her finisher... the usual one.

Training. It had been the one small comfort in Kuroi's life ever since her encounters with Sheila. Rigorous, systematic, never-ending training. Learning how to attack with practiced precision, studying how to anticipate an opponent's move at the slightest twitch of their muscles. Every time Kuroi shared the mat with an opponent, she learned from them, learned about them, noted their techniques and arsenal. The Australian was no different, and as quick as she was, speed wouldn't save her from all the time Kuroi had spent learning how to counter this very move, among others.

As soon as Sheila's arms tried wrapping around her head, Kuroi's hands acted on instinct and pushed between them, attempting to stop the woman's hands from properly latching on. Kuroi's own limbs would weave into position behind Sheila's neck, attempting to force the woman's upper half into a full nelson! If she was successful, then there would only be one thing left to do - arc her leg out in front of her, swing it back, and attempt to ram Kuroi's skull into solid ground with a leg-sweep facebuster!

Spoiler

[BlackAkuma]

Something was wrong with the move. Sheila could sense it.

Ever since her first match in LAW, the Wild One had worked tirelessly to perfect the Kitchen Sink, wanting to put herself in a position where she could use her best move at just about any time, from any direction, at any opportunity. It wasn’t perfect, not quite yet, but it was about as good as someone like her could ever expect, and the results had shown in her matches. She could do the move by reflex now, requiring the bare minimum of thought, and she figured that would be enough to get the jump on Kuroi.

And it had been. Last time, and the time before that. This time, however, when she reached up and prepard for the plunge, she could tell that there was something different about the way her opponent was reacting. Most times, people went limp when she was about to hit this move, too surprised by the suddenness of it to mount a proper defense. With Kuroi, though, she didn’t feel that going through her body. She was tense, like a trap getting ready to spring, and the warning klaxons were going off in Sheila’s head. She needed to stop the move and back off.

But it was too late for that. Far too late. Arms shot around her shoulder, her leg was tripped, and she found herself falling forward at high velocity, with no way to stop her skull from getting crushed on the mat at its finale.

It was about as fun as taking a baseball bat to the face. A full explosion of pain, one that cascaded through her brain, and turned her whole world white for a few seconds. She was silent for a couple of seconds, as the pain took its time registering, but when it came, it came like an avalanche, washing over her all at once. If her nose wasn’t broken, it was well on its way, as the scent of blood dominated her nostrils, and all she could do was curl up and groan.

[PuroQueen]

The whole transition transpired in just a few seconds, but every moment of it was a thing of beauty as Kuroi effortlessly thwarted Sheila's jaw-shattering finisher. The redhead couldn't contain her exultation as she picked herself up with a bloodthirsty roar of triumph. This was a move that had repeatedly been her undoing, but today she had reversed it flawlessly, leaving Sheila much worse off because of it. This was a moment worth relishing in.

But not for too long. If there was anything Kuroi had learned about her opponent over the past few encounters, it was that this girl had a scary knack for recovery. Partly why Kuroi had agreed to such a match in the first place, she supposed. She needed an excuse to go all out, to put this bitch down for good. And Kuroi wasn't going to let up now. She pounded her fist against her chest one last time before bending down to grab Sheila by her golden mane. She yanked her face a few feet above the ground, just enough for Kuroi to crouch down in front of her and meet her at eye level.

"Lesson number two. Versatility. Always keep your opponent guessing as to what's coming next," Kuroi continued to taunt, her eyes dancing around the face of her rival. "Let me break that down for you, dipshit. You're boring. You're predictable. And me... well, I'm me!" Kuroi wouldn't offer much more of an explanation beyond that, other than to deliver on her promise of surprise. Without any warning, she thrust her face forward, matching Sheila's lips in another kiss of passionate despair. She tasted blood on her tongue, a flavor that only heightened her hunger for victory. She yanked on Sheila's hair, pulling her head in closer, leaving her no room to escape as her tongue encroached deeper and deeper into Sheila's mouth, no doubt expecting to encounter some resistance along the way.

Once her fill had been temporarily satiated, Kuroi would pull out with a wet slurp, before using her grip on her opponent's hair to yank them both up to their feet. She would then attempt to drag Sheila to the edge of the ring and slam her head against the apron for good measure, before thrusting her body between the bottom ropes and back into the ring.

She wouldn't do anything too special from there. Glancing at the clock, Kuroi realized she still had plenty of time to get experimental on this bitch. But for now, all the mad martial artist did was slide into place on top of her opponent, snatching up a leg and hooking it upwards in the process. The pinfall position would leave her head looming right over Sheila's, in the perfect spot to supplement the women's pain with gentle kisses to her forehead and lips, mixed chillingly with sloppier licks to her cheeks and nose as the referee began his count!

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila was in a lot of pain right now, dealing with the shock of what just happened and suffering from the counter. The blows that you didn’t see coming were always the worst to take, and that one had taken her totally off guard. She’d thought the move was a lock, that she would nail Kuroi with it easily, but no, the bitch just had to go and be good at fighting. Figured.

But as much as it sucked, it wasn’t the worst of it. No, that would be what Sheila knew was coming next, having gotten a pretty good understanding of the way her opponent’s mind worked. It was never enough for Kuroi to just get one up on her - no, the bitch had to make sure she was 100% aware of it. Had to rub some salt in the wound.

Sure enough, her hair was yanked up and she found herself staring face to face with her bragging foe, lording the moment over her like the match was sealed. Sheila would’ve loved to spit in her face - actually, she would’ve loved to slap her and shut down that rant half way, but spit was all she had energy for at this point. She was getting ready to let fly with it, too, wanting to launch it straight in her face, when her mouth was suddenly occupied with more pressing matters.

A kiss. Another kiss. It said a lot for their history that Sheila’s first reaction was an angered growl and not a shocked yelp, so accustomed to this sort of thing that she would’ve been more surprised if Kuroi didn’t seize on the opportunity. She wasn’t even mad about the kiss itself - orgasms were on the table here, after all. She was just ticked off that she’d been beaten to the punch.

That thought kept her seething as she was hauled up to her feet and marched towards the ring, even when her skull was battered on the apron, knocking the daylights out of her. It stayed with her, even as she was thrown in under the ropes, and when Kuroi draped over her for the pin, it gave her no small amount of rage, augmented when her face was licked and lapped and suckled by her opponent.

Sheila bucked up, just as the referee’s hand was coming down for the final count, saving her at the last second. ”Go fuck yourself!” She wrenched her head free and jerked it forward, trying to knock their skulls together for a weak, spiteful headbutt. Not much, but anything that caused Kuroi pain was worth it at this point.

[PuroQueen]

If only pinfalls could have come this easily to Kuroi in their past encounters. A premature thought considering there was still a couple of seconds left in the count, but with Sheila barely breathing beneath her, and Kuroi's tongue lapping away at the girl's face like a hunk of meat, there was no doubt in the martial artist's mind that this one was a lock. Until, in typical Wild One fashion, Sheila surprised her.

"OW-Gaagh!" Kuroi yelped as Sheila's skull crashed into her with a loud thunk. Kuroi broke the pin, more out of instinct than actual intent, her hands immediately shooting to sooth her aching forehead. But with a groan she quickly shook it off, shooting both her opponent and the referee a seething glare. Not exactly the boy's fault, but she couldn't resist giving him a silent reminder to count faster next time.

She returned her attention back to Sheila, the woman still writhing on the mat despite her lucky escape. It wasn't the hardest headbutt the two had shared, but given the long shower of pain Kuroi had already immersed her opponent in, it was no wonder that the reel of mutual head bashing had left the girl's already battered face stinging more than usual.

"Oh I have been," Kuroi finally responded, her voice trailing off as she crawled away from her opponent and towards the edge of the ring. "Every night since our last fight, I've been fucking myself dry just thinking about how I'm gonna tear you to pieces" She continued, briefly pausing to roll beneath the bottom ropes and land clumsily on the outside. "But that's not what tonight's about bitch. Tonight is about me fucking you!" Kuroi cackled, raising her voice to be heard above the loud commotion of her arms rummaging beneath the apron. Her finger's spotted all the same things Sheila had before, eliciting an eye roll from the martial artist as she dismissed the brutish objects as soon as she touched them. She didn't know exactly what she was looking for, but she would ignore crude weaponry if she could avoid it. She wanted something refined, something familiar in the palms of her hands... ah, there was something.

From beneath the apron emerged a single kendo stick, a bundle of bamboo wrapped with surprising craftsmanship. Kuroi took a while to admire the weapon in her hands, grasping the leather bound handle like the hilt of a katana, one fist placed gently overtop of the other. Kuroi giggled, giving the kendo stick a test blow against the cage.

Satisfied with her choice of weaponry, Kuroi finally remerged within the ring, greeted with the sight of her stirring opponent as she gradually came to loom overtop of her. "So whaddya think Sheila? Big enough to shove up that loose pussy of yours?" Kuroi taunted with a sick smile, cruelly jabbing the end of the stick between Sheila's legs. "Or would you rather I just beat you to death with it?" The words left Kuroi's lips with an odd tone of reverence, accompanied by the sight of her slowly raising the weapon high above her head with both hands. Leaving just a second for the kendo stick to linger in the air, Kuroi would then send it hurdling through space, aiming to smack the powerful weapon right into Sheila's side!

[BlackAkuma]

Ah, that was satisfying. It kind of sucked, what with cracking her skull against Kuroi’s, but everything aside from the pain? The look on her opponent’s face, the noise she made after it hit, and breaking up the pin? Oh, that was all good stuff.

Sheila couldn't help but laugh, even as she wallowed in pain on the canvas and tried to bring her world back in focus. Headbutting someone after you’d just had your skull slammed on the floor turned out to be a unhealthy thing, surprise surprise, and she felt reasonably confident in saying that she was flirting with a concussion. The nausea was there, some dizzy, and it felt like someone was taking a pickaxe to her brain, and she had enough firsthand experience to add up all the symptoms. Not a good thing for her longevity.

Not that she cared. If Sheila had been looking to live a long, healthy life, she wouldn’t have gone anywhere near a wrestling ring. Hell, she wouldn’t have stepped out of her house, the way life in her old hometown was like. She was here to take risks, and she wasn’t anywhere near done with proving that to Kuroi.

First, though, she needed to get back on her feet, which wasn’t the easiest thing at this point. With her bell thoroughly rung, she was still trying to sort out the world, not to mention dealing with the revelation about her opponent’s nightly habits. Not the most comforting thought, though she wasn’t in the best position to judge - she might have squeaked one or two out herself after their last match, getting a little mileage of the moment where Kuroi had her in the chokehold and went to town. Not exactly something she was proud of, and not something she was keen to share, dead cert.

Right now, she did her best to push it out of her mind, as she rolled over to her chest and tried to crawl towards the ropes, hoping to slip out to the floor and get a new weapon. She didn’t get too far, though, before her opponent returned, and she hadn't come back empty handed.

”Ah, fuck’s sakes-”

Sheila gritted her teeth at the poke to her pussy and braced herself for the hit to come, given plenty of time since Kuroi had to make a show of it, but that could only do so much. The blow still landed hard, slicing into her back with a sickening crack that reverberated through the arena. She arched her back, cried out, then sagged again, as she seethed.

Couldn't hit Kuroi back physically at the moment. Might as well go for the emotions. ”That was it? That was weak.” She chuckled through her groans and made another attempt to push her way up. ”Put your back into it. Harder, bitch.”

[PuroQueen]

Kuroi had taken her sweet time getting that kendo stick out of the ring, displaying it the crowds, cameras and her opponent alike. Yeah, her head may have been a little bit groggy from the headbutt, but Sheila certainty wasn't better off for it either. Besides, the tool to finally end this bitch was firmly in the palm of her hands, and that deserved a few seconds of flaunting. Four thick sheaves of the finest Japanese bamboo, soaked, wrapped, and cured to give that signature sleek and sturdy shine. Kuroi's eyes weren't exaggerating in the slightest as they danced along the length of the weapon. This was the kind of shit she would be proud to hang up in her place. What the hell it was doing underneath the ring with all that other junk was a mystery to her, but in any case, that kendo stick was in safe hands now. Her hands.

If the way she held the weapon didn't given any sort of indication as to her mastery of it, then the way Kuroi wielded it certainly should have. If it were a sword, she would have cut through steel. If it were a hammer, she would have dented titanium. But beneath her blade lay a much softer target, that of the sweet and supple flesh of her opponent.

The thwack of stick on skin was music to Kuroi's hears, a meaty slap that was accompanied by a shrill scream. Kuroi giggled, confident that her opponent's fire had already been extinguished. But as Sheila continued to move, the martial artist quickly realized this wasn't the case. Kuroi already had the weapon raised above her head for more punishment when her opponent suddenly opened her mouth, dismissing her previous attack with that stupid accent of hers.

"Weak...?" Kuroi quietly repeated, her arms hesitating above her head as her opponent continued to stir at her feet. Sure it wasn't the most refined of blows, Kuroi had been aiming more for power than technique, but the one thing that it most certainly was not was weak. For a miniscule second, Kuroi actually appeared to be offended, if not completely lost for words. The feeling was fleeting however, as Kuroi shook off her bewildered expression and quickly replaced it with a menacing glare.

Funnily enough, she also took Sheila's advice. She grounded her feet in the canvas, straightened out her back, and gave her neck a quick adjustment.

"HOOAAAGH!" Kuroi roared, the kendo stick slicing downward with renewed vigor. It would find it's way smack dab in the center of Sheila's back, but this time Kuroi wouldn't give her opponent time to issue her critique. Another strike would follow soon after, this one aimed at the tip of the girl's spine. Her pace would increase in tandem with her fury as she rained down blow after blow, giving little thought to specific targets anymore. So long as the stick sought open flesh, Kuroi was happy to continue hacking and slashing the weapon wherever her opponent's head, neck, torso, thighs and legs presented themselves. "HOW THIS FOR HARDER BITCH!" Kuroi spat, throwing in a stiff kick to Sheila's face before attempting to resume her brutal barrage!