Black Dragon wasn't entirely sure why they booked her against this particular opponent. To say it was a blatant mismatch was something of an understatement, as the Luchadora stood a head over the opponent, at least going off of their official size. It almost left the Dragon, who wanted to show herself off against a more worthy challenger, a bit disappointed.
Almost.
As she entered the ring, she sported her trademark, wicked grin, her movements sensual yet clearly holding in a lot of strength that was just itching to be used. The crowd was unsure what to make of her, her movements and outfit as villainous as could be, but her look was quite mesmerizing. Her thong left nothing to the imagination, and her top seemed to constantly tease the idea that it would sooner or later be misplaced by accident rather than by any deliberate moves on her opponent's part. Beach/Hentai Attire
She roared into the crowd once she was in the ring, hyping herself up one last time as she waited for her opponent to arrive.
Sheila was looking forward to this. She was actually looking forward to it quite a lot.
That might’ve sounded like a strange thing to say, given the situation. She’d never met Black Dragon before - hell, never even heard of her. Not a knock against her opponent; she just tended not to pay attention to many things that didn’t directly involve her, barely having the patience for things in her own life, so keeping up with her competition was just too much effort, far more than she wanted to spend on anything.
Truth was, though, that she’d gone too long without getting laid. Far too long, in her estimation. As hot as that match with Nerissa had been, she couldn't wrestle the woman every damn day, so she needed something to keep her tided over between now and the next time they had a fuckfest. So, when management propositioned a match for her, she was all ears.
Hardcore? Yes.
Hentai? Yes
Hardcore Hentai? Oh, fuck yes.
Sheila was more than happy to whip out her hentai attire, and she didn’t even bother to look up who her opponent would be. She wanted to be surprised, like an early Christmas gift. She just hopped the woman wasn’t a pussy - she needed someone with a real edge to get her going.
Eager, fired up, overflowing with energy, Sheila Morgan came through the curtains and quickly made her way down the ramp as her
blared, stomping towards the ring with a devilish grin across her face. She could get a better look at Black Dragon as she approache, and she liked what she saw. Sheila Fuckin’ Morgan
She slid in the ring, popped to her feet, and promptly approached Black Dragon, totally unfazed by the clear height difference. ”Fuck me, look at you. Tall ass drink of water.” She got close, even daring to bump chests, though the size mismatch made it awkward. ”Love the outfit. Shame I gotta rip all this shit off you, but that’s how it goes.”
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"I see the appetizer, but where's the main course?"
Black Dragon looked at Sheila with a mixture of amusement and lust. She was absolutely beautiful, there was no doubt about that, but Dragon was extremely hard pressed to view her as anything even resembling a challenge.
No, that was unfair, she realized as she ogled the Australian more. Her body was rock solid and clearly tempered by exercise and fighting. She was definitely someone who could put some work in, but ultimately she would fall to the Dragon tonight, that she was sure of.
"Don't mind the outfit, mind your own body, once I finish ravishing it in front of this crowd."
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Appetizer, huh? That was a new one. Sheila didn’t hate it, though.
She had a full laugh and stepped back, wiping her nose as she gave the big woman a look over. She wasn’t just tall, there was a lot of muscle under those curves. Big, strong, tough. She might’ve been the biggest woman Sheila had ever taken on, come to think of it. She’d fought bigger guys, but most of the women were around her own size and weight. She was going in with one of the biggest disadvantages she’d ever faced in a fuckfight.
Not that this was a problem, natch. Just meant that Black Dragon would make a lot more noise than usual when Sheila dropped her. Speaking of which…
”Well, fuck, don’t threaten me with a good time.” She smacked her lips. ”Let’s dance, then.”
The referee was just about to call for the bell, but Sheila’s patience was already gone - she burst into action straightaway, leaping towards Black Dragon and throwing a hard elbow straight into the woman’s face, coming 100% right out of the gate.
Black Dragon was taken slightly aback by the burst of energy displayed by the Australian. The blow connected rather nicely, smashing itself against Dragon's face and eliciting a grunt from the larger woman. More worryingly however, it didn't seem to change her stance much, the Dragon grinning a split second after the hit. Her own response was a straight jab at Sheila, intent on showing off her own strength and size overmatch over the Aussie.
Sheila’s first blow landed nice and clean, and she couldn't express in words how satisfying it was to get the first hit in on a big bitch like this. She’d fought enough giants to know what the approach was. Yeah, Black Dragon could hit hard, but it wouldn’t matter if the Wild One swarmed her. She had every intention of landing two punches for every single one that she took, and she had no problems putting that strategy to the test.
Black Dragon was eager to help out, too, as she returned fire with a sharp jab that landed clean on Sheila’s face. It was a good hit, and it made her stagger…but fall down? No. She kept her feet steady, wiped her mouth clean, and smiled back at her foe. ”Yeah,” She spat off to the side. ”That’s the good shit.”
Sheila took a step back, then launched herself forward, leaped up, and shot her legs straight out at her opponent’s chest, attemping to nail her with a dropkick and send her back a bit.
Black Dragon was genuinely taken aback by the sheer level of spunk this tiny little bitch had. Most women her size would fold and crumple once you put the slightest hint of hurt on them, but here, Sheila was grinning and immediately sprinting towards the Dragon without any fear. She didn't have enough time to dodge the incoming dropkick, all of the little aussie's force landing right on her tits and sending her staggering back into the ropes in the process.
This might actually take a lot of strength on her part, and that alone made Black Dragon's pained expression turn into a grin.
The moment Sheila’s body hit the canvas after the dropkick, she pushed up to her feet and took off in a run, dashing hard to the other side of the ring, she hit the ropes and came running back, seeing the fruit of her labors as she’d approached - Black Dragon was stunned, up against the ropes, and wide open. A better chance than this wouldn’t be coming her way too often. She needed to seize it.
She moved in on her opponent, then leaped up and swung her arm at the woman’s chest, throwing her entire bodyweight into a lariat, a wild attempt to knock the bigger woman over the ropes and dump her on the floor.
To Sheila's credit, the swing hurt like absolute hell.
All of that force slammed right into Black Dragon 's chest, squishing her bosom and immediately bringing a sharp pain that likely wouldn't go away for a while. Her feet lifted off the ground, her body was carried along by Sheila's momentum. Her body lurched and her back pressed down on the top rope, pushing it further down as she threatened to finally topple over....
And yet, the Dragon's feet ultimately landed back down on the mat. It was far from painless, as she almost immediately fell to her knees, her mask only barely concealing the visible pain on her face, one hand planting itself to the mat to steady herself. But it was a testament to the sheer strength and stature of the Dragon compared to her foe, even in a weakened state such as this.
[color=#ff800]”Plenty more where that came from!”[/color]
Okay, that didn’t go quite the way Sheila wanted. Her goal had been to knock Black Dragon over the rope, but in hindsight, maybe that was a little optimistic. This chick was pretty damn big, with breasts larger than her head, so she needed to take that into account. Lesson learned.
As her opponent reeled, Sheila stepped in, grabbed her by the wrist, pulled her in and tried to send her foe running to the far side of the ring with an Irish Whip, putting her full body weight into the maneuver to launch her. As soon as she sent her off, the Wild One took chase and followed right after her, so she could leap up and hit her with a knee to the chest when she came running back.
