Do Not Disturb: Elinor Klügmann vs. Sheila Morgan II

[BlackAkuma]

And here was the second part of Sheila’s grand strategy - targeting the arms. Granted, that hadn't been the reason she went into a Koppu Kick, she’d been purely working off instinct, but going after this woman’s limbs was something she wanted to focus on, and it made some sense. Elinor was a strong bitch, and strong bitches needed strong arms to lift things. The more she worked over that arm, the less power she would have. Taking away the German’s tools.

She’d never tried something like this is in a match before, however, so she wasn’t sure if she could pull it off. She was eager to see the results, though, as she came off the roll and flopped over to her back, just in time to see…

Elinor. Sitting in a chair.

This was going to be a long match, wasn’t it?

As much as she wanted to express her exasperation with a curse, she could tell she lacked the time for it. Elinor was already getting back up, and that muderer’s glare was all the warning she needed. Ignoring the protests from her back, Sheila pushed on the floor and forced her way up, grabbing hold of a broken table leg and using it like a makeshift cane. She looked on her opponent grabbed the chair and proceeded to lift it up, making it all too obvious what her next move would be - but knowing what was coming and avoiding it were two different things. There was limited space to move, no time to dodge to the side at this range. Sheila could only see one way to go at the moment - straight ahead.

Elinor chucked the chair - a solid piece that had to weigh at least hafl as much as she did - towards Sheila like it was a football, hurling it at high speed and getting some good height, too. So much, in fact, that the Wild One was able to dash forward, duck, and throw her body into a gator roll underneath it, letting the momentum spin her about as she tumble underneath the flying object. It wouldn’t get her within striking range, but that was the great thing about these kinds of matches: There was always a way to hurt your opponent, no matter where you stood.

Sheila rolled up to her a single knee a couple of yards away from Elinor and flung the broken table leg at her opponent’s face, hurling it at her face like it was a ninja star.

[Baddie]

Had Elinor's arm been at full strength, then there would have been nothing stopping her from throwing that chair with enough power and precision to rival a heatseeking missile. But the fact of the matter was that she had been caught off guard by the kick, and no matter how well she may have played it off, her accuracy was going to suffer because of it.

A more accurate Elinor would have aimed the chair at Sheila's waist: Too low to duck, too high to jump, and too wide to evade. But in a mix of frustration and pain, Elinor ended up tossing the chair so that it would soar right into that bitch's face. It would have been a pretty sight if it had landed, but in reality, it only made it easier for Sheila to avoid.

The chair cracked and shattered against the opposing walls, bit and pieces of tropical wood joining the rest of the defragmented furniture that now littered the room's floor. The effort had been more taxing than Elinor realized, causing her to wince as the heavy projectile left her arms which now tensed up where Sheila had hit her. The added distraction was the last thing she needed, considering the blonde was making a beeline straight for her.

Elinor spread out her arms and tightened her core, fully expecting her opponent to pop out from the roll into a full out charge where she'd be ready to meet her like a brick wall. Instead Sheila unsheathed something hidden in her hand... a piece of wood, now sent hurdling in her direction.

Her eyes barely had time to widen in realization before the thick wood made contact with her face, striking her just across her left eye socket. "Aah!...Fuck! You bitch!" Elinore swore, both hands covering the side of her face as she stumbled backwards. As relentless as she was, even Elinor couldn't overcome the effects of being temporarily blinded, causing her to stagger aimlessly against the wall.

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila thanked her stars that Elinor left herself open for that. It looked like she’d been expecting Sheila to charge in and take the fight straight to her, and she’d be lying if she said that wasn’t tempting, but she was doing her best to not go as hogwild as she’d done in the last match. Facing Elinor head on was just a losing game. Sheila was faster than her, but the two of them were about even in terms of toughness, with the German winning clear in terms of brute strength. Mix in the limited space - no ring to slide out of, no crowd to fall into, nowhere to really catch a breath - and things could go bad in a hurry if she wasn’t careful.

That line of thinking paid off, too, as a little out-of-the-box thinking paid off, reminding her of the last time she’d thrown foreign objects at this woman’s face. It wasn’t as effective - or fun - as pelting her with tools, but the end result was good enough, leaving her rival stunned and staggering with her back against the wall.

A momentary opening. Finally.

Sheila’s first impulse was to look for weapons, but nothing was within hand’s reach. She would have, at best, a couple of seconds before this woman recovered and came at her again, and then she’d end up like that shattered chair behind her. She needed in, and she needed in right-the-fuck now.

Seeing her chance, she scrambled back up to her feet and close the rest of the gap between her and Elinor. Instead of going straight to the bigger woman, she leaped up to her side and grabbed the German’s head in a front facelock, capturing her in the telltale position for one of wrestling’s most common moves. For this, though, she had some special sauce ready to heat it up.

Instead of simple falling back, Sheila brought her feet up and kicked off the wall, using it to give her extra force as she fell back and tried to spike Elinor’s skull onto the carpeted floor, looking to drill her with a DDT.

[Baddie]

The change of venue did little to alter the now familiar pacing of Elinor's bouts with her rival. Despite Elinor's overwhelming strength and resilience, Sheila always found a way to be a nuisance, to pester her with a culmination of annoyances that chipped away at Elinor's otherwise rational fighting sense. The projectile to the face was just the latest addition to that list.

She moved her hand away from her face, blinking harshly to restore her blurry vision back into it's bloodthirsty gaze. The German turned her head back to Sheila, knowing all too well that she wouldn't hesitate one second to take advantage of the distracted woman. Sure enough Sheila leaped forward, wrapping Elinor's head between her arms in a front facelock.

Elinor tried to fight back at first, bucking about as she curled her fingers into a rock hard fist, ready to pound into Sheila's side at the first available opportunity. But that chance would never come, as Sheila acted with a surprising amount of speed an agility. Her pushback against the wall added even more strength to what was already a powerful move. Despite knowing exactly what her opponent had planned for her, Elinor was powerless to stop it as her head crashed into the floor.

"GAGH!" Elinor yelped, the carpeted surface doing little to cushion the blow. She hissed through her teeth, the blow once again sending her vision into a daze. She tried to get onto her arms and knees, one palm pressed flat against her aching forehead. This was bad. The girls were now just about even in terms of how many power moves they had landed on each other: A far cry from the one-sided beatdown Elinor had been gunning for ever since the start of the match.

She tried to recover as quickly as she could, knowing full well that the aftermath of a ddt would easily allow her opponent to take advantage of her even further. Knowing Sheila, her best bet was to get close and tight, to deny the woman the room needed to execute anything potentially even more dangerous. If only she could muster the strength to move...

With a loud grunt, Elinor shifted her weight into a sideways rolls, hoping to keep Sheila down on the ground before she could get up from the ddt. It was far from a refined maneuver as she haphazardly launched herself at Sheila, initiating an intense grapple for the top position. Her head was still pounding, and her wits still hadn't entirely returned, but Elinor's tenacity was more than enough to make up the difference as she attempted to pin Sheila to the carpet, her legs climbing and scouring in an effort to surmount and straddle her opponent's side.

[BlackAkuma]

It was a DDT. Just a DDT. The simplest, easiest, most barebones move you could use this side of a snapmare. Sheila had done a billion of them, even in her short career.

But on Elinor, it felt as monumental as a goddamn Burning Hammer. Everything was ten times as difficult with this woman.

Sheila let out a bestial cry as she jerked back into the DDT, with her push on the wall turning out to be the smart addition. It gave her just the boost she needed to pull the move through - she was convinced that without it, the German would’ve had enough strength to power and reverse the move. But her leg strength came through and Elinor was brought to the ground, finally hammered with something that might keep her there for a few seconds.

Sheila let herself breath in full for the first time since the match - no, the brawl started, and sat up as her hardcore instincts forced her to started searching for weapons. She had a second to breathe, to think, and she was eager to use it now that the tide was in her favor, even if it would only be for a few, scant seconds.

It turned out to be even less time than that.

”What-“ Sheila blurted out a syllable of surprise as Elinor came scrambling on top of her, making a mad move for position. It was more mad fumbling than anything, and with someone closer to Sheila’s size, she wouldn’t have worried too much about it, easy enough to worm her way out of. But the German had the strength and will to make even this dangerous - when she came barreling forward, there was little the Wild One could do to resist her. She was going to be on top, no way around it.

That didn’t have to be a bad thing, though.

If Elinor wanted to ride, she’d get a ride. They were going to be in this position sooner or later, anyway, so Sheila would make the most of it. As her opponent came on top, she stopped pushing and started pulling, wrapping her arm around the woman’s brawny neck and using it to hold her close and tight. She put her other arm to work and unloaded a flurry of fast, piercing punches into her opponent’s side, making sure to target the ribs with every punishing strike.

For the final touch, she brought their lips together and scored what would be the first of many rough, intimate contacts for the night - a fierce, forceful kiss, mashing their mouths together and letting her feral scream roll down Elinor’s throat, coming at her with a taste of the same domination she’d used in the latter half of their last match.

There was plenty more where that came from, too.

[Baddie]

The floor was her playground. This was just as true on the carpets of a hotel suite as it was the canvas of a ring. Elinor had been waiting for the moment the two of them would end up on the ground. It sucked that Sheila had to be the one to initiate it, leaving her head ringing in the process, but hey, they were here, and by the looks of things, Elinor seemed only seconds away from securing the coveted top position for herself.

A combination of surprise and brute force was enough for Elinor to overpower the blonde, keeping Sheila down while her leg swung over her toned body before coming in again to completely encompass the woman in an overtop mount. Elinor was just itching to pound the girl's face in from here, which from this position, and in this match, might have gone on for quite some time completely unanswered. What she hadn't expected was for Sheila to pull her in even closer.

Elinor wanted to be wrapped in nice and tight, yes, but on her own terms, and Sheila's arm around her neck was certainty detracting from her ability to do just that. For a moment, Elinor was left to wander what the brawler was thinking closing the gap between them like this. The neckhold didn't necessarily choke or even hurt, it just temporarily restrained. Elinor could easily push out of it if she tried hard enough, and already her head began bucking it's way out of the hold. Unfortunately Sheila was swiftly able to put a stop to that with a few well placed fists to her side.

The first one caught Elinor completely unaware, a shocked gasp being driven out of her lungs as Sheila's fists dug through flesh and into bone. Her body tensed up on instinct alone, preparing her for the second blow which Elinor had to grit her teeth to avoid groaning from. She couldn't quite muster the same strength for the third one however, and a loud piercing cry escaped her lips with each subsequent blow to follow.

She was reminded of the several blows she stabbed into Sheila's own ribcage the last time they had met in the ring. It was enough to cause some serious damage if she remembered correctly. Man that had felt good.

This on the other had, most certainly did not. For a few seconds, she felt limp and tender in Sheila's embrace, unable to answer the sequence of bodyshots aimed her way. But she had to respond, and fast, lest one of those punches find it's way to her liver. A move like that could very well be enough to leave her at Sheila's mercy for the rest of the match. She made a mental note to designate that as region of interest on Sheila's body for later. But for now, Elinor clenched her teeth and bore through the assault, steadily transforming her pained grunts into a fierce war cry, forcing her muscles to adapt to to each strike that pounded into them.

But that wasn't all that Sheila had planned for in this position. Elinor was slowly regaining her senses despite the assault, but that progress was immediately put to a halt as the blonde moved in for a rough kiss. Elinor's mixed cries of pain and anger clashed with the feral scrams of her opponent, producing a throaty roar of passion that resonated between their now connected lips.

The kiss was like a switch for Elinor, reminding her that this was supposed to be her match to dominate. And yet here Sheila was, attempting to subdue and seduce Elinor, from the bottom position no less. She was stupid to think that would work. Elinor was stupid to even let her try.

The German's fingers soon curled outwards, revealing the hardened heel of her palm. She swiveled her arm backwards, gearing her limb up with tremendous force before sending it crashing into Sheila's temple with a open-handed palm strike! But it was only the first of many, as Elinor would quickly retract her arm to deliver another, and another. The attack was a direct counter to Sheila's, the meaty slap of her wrist into the side of Sheila's face in unison with the thwap of fists into her torso. All the while, a symphony of groans and moans raged in their mouths, with Elinor relying on her head pounding strikes to weaken the woman and sway the kiss in her favor.

[BlackAkuma]

This wasn’t Sheila’s first fuckfight. She actually had more experience with them than Elinor probably realized.

She’d tried to get some going in the latter days of Outback Wrestling, before her promotion went belly up and she headed out for Japan. The main deal holding her back was the law, with Australia being a bit prudish with some things, more than you might expect from a place with such a wild reputation. While she’d never gotten the green to make an official hentai match work, she’d done a few unofficial bouts with some of her old crew, private bouts when the cameras were off and the lights were down, and, well…

She wouldn’t be challenging for the hentai belt anytime soon, but she was far from avirgin in that area, in any sense of the term. She could mix sex and violence just fine.

Sheila was determined to make Elinor realize that, too, in the most violent, abrupt way possible, and if the body shots were anything to go by, she was making good progress in that direction. She might’ve not had the raw power that the German did, but she was far from weak, with no small amount of power in strikes. She was no boxer, but at this range, she didn’t need to be - she had power, she had stamina, and she had hate, and that was enough to make up for whatever she was lacking. Each shot went deep into Elinor’s body, as if she was trying to punch through the bitch, and the pained expression and cries of anguish showed just how much of an effect it was having.

But that was just the sideshow. The real entertainment was the hot and heavy kiss that Sheila planted on Elinor’s lips, invading her mouth and retaking some of the territory she’d lost in their last match. Her tongue forced its way in and slapped about her mouth, as if challenging her opponent’s to a duel. The punches continued with one hand, while the other clenched tighter, forcing their mouths together with such force that teeth clashed. The unmistakable taste of blood with slipping in, but Sheila couldn't tell where it was from or who it even belonged to.

Wild kissing. Cavewoman kissing. Sheila was sure she could come out on top here.

That notion was challenged when Elinor brought her open palm hammering into the side of Sheila’s skull.

The blow came in like a piston, ramming right into her head and rattling her brain. The first shot wasn’t enough to make her back off, and she soldiered through the hit and kept returning fire…but then came another. And another. Each one as vicious as the last, maybe even worse. As much damage as she was doing to Elinor’s midsection, there was only so much head trauma anyone could take, and the effects were starting to show. Her blow grew weaker, lost its bite as her opponent kept pummeling. Her dominating kiss lost more of its vigor, grew even sloppier, as Elinor raged on and took control.

After a few moments of brutal battering, Sheila’s body gave in and went limp, flopping away as her opponent took the reins. Sheila was still aware of the world around her, but everything was spinning and fuzzy, leaving her stunned in the German’s clutches, a ragdoll to be played with.

[Baddie]

Maintaining the top position while simultaneously enduring Sheila's punches and dishing out a few of her own was proving to be an extraordinarily difficult task, compounded further by the even more intense battle raging on between their lips. There was no doubt Sheila had the upper hand at first, probing deep into Elinor's mouth, slapping the walls of her cheeks and battering down her unprepared tongue. But this was her fight to win, and the slow dying down of her opponent's assault proved it.

The palm strikes left them mutually unsteady, with Elinor having to balancing her kissing amidst the rocking and thrashing that came with each collision of her hand into Sheila's undefended faces. But as Elinor's blows strengthened, the blonde's steadily weakened until her fists had devolved into petty slaps into her midsection. The region still felt raw and tender, but at least now it would be afforded a moment to recover. Sheila's face on the other hand, not so much.

Elinor continued to repeatedly ram her palm into Sheila's cheek, well after the punches had ceased. It was only after the German was 100% confident she had tamed the girl orally would her strikes finally transform into a tight grip on Sheila's scalp instead. Her tongue became reanimated from it's weakened position underneath Sheila's, now leading the charge into the other girl's mouth and giving it a similar treatment. She used her grip on the woman's hair to push their faces even closer, allowing her tongue to dig even faster and greedier, limited in depth only by the confines of their gnashing teeth.

For a moment, Elinor was sure she had just knocked her opponent out. Sheila's mouth lifeless in hers, an empty cavern without the means to defend itself. Her tongue curled back into her own mouth, her lips slowly separating from Sheila's with a wet slurch, leaving only a few millimeters to separate them now. Elinor pressed her forehead tight against her rival's, the tip of her nose pressed up against hers, The German's loud warm breath basking over Sheila's features.

"You're mine now, Bitch" Elinor murmured, looking into the half open, but very aware eyes of her opponent. Good, she wasn't unconscious. The confirmation encouraged Elinor to dive back in for more, her lips pressing down into Sheila's once again and prying them open for a second helping.

This time though, it would be Elinor's turn to add a twist to her kiss. Her body took advantage of Sheila's weak grasp, easily allowing Elinor to slide into a prone position overtop her opponent's body. She lay perfectly flat on top of her, thighs over thighs, belly over belly, breasts over breasts. The added pressure was meant to keep Sheila down long enough for her to transition into something a little more practical.

Her lower section reached even further downwards as she attempted to snake her legs underneath Sheila's thighs, using her feet to curl around her opponent's calves before locking them in at the ankles. Elinor tugged at Sheila's hair and tightened her kiss in order to further dampen any resistance to the maneuver. If all went well, that Elinor would have her opponent trapped in a grapevine stretch, one that would slowly see Sheila's legs spread further and wider against their natural form!

But that was only the foundation of her assault. Her other hand traversed the length of Sheila's body, her fingertips trailing against the woman's smooth skin in a cruel façade of affection. They slipped their way between their tight-pressed bodies, seeking the border of Sheila's bra. Once she had found it, her fingers would slip underneath that as well until they had found purchase on Sheila's fleshy breasts.

Once tender fingers turned into ravenous claws as Elinor's dug into the woman's breasts, ruthlessly groping and squeezing the voluptuous mounds. Her nipple would not be sparred from the assault as Elinor attempted to control the bulbous nub between her thumb and forefinger, pulling and tugging it high against the skin. Elinor's goal was simple: To subdue Sheila with far more pain than pleasure, to channel her screams into the German's wanting mouth.

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila wasn’t sure if the blows were coming harder or if she just wasn’t able to absorb them as well, but either way, she was falling further down the rabbit hole with each crushing strike, as Elinor brought her palm down with a force worthy of shattering walls. She managed to hold onto consciousness, but it was a fleeting thing, with her vision growing hazier by the second and her eyes fogging over. She was nearing the edge, drawing closer to the point of no return, and there was a moment when she thought the blows would never stop - knocking her out wouldn’t win her the match, but there was always the chance that the German would just forget that and pummel her into oblivion.

But Elinor did stop. It took her a few agonizing moments, but she did stop, if only so she could twist the knife with her words and stare into her hazy, half-lidded eyes.

Just like that, they were back to this again. On the bottom, while Elinor plowed into her, ravaged her body, and took control. Sheila didn’t know it was possible to hate and love something so much at the same time.

She was in this same place with their last match, too, the sure sign of a recurring theme. As any of her exes would tell you, Sheila loved nothing more than a hard fuck, and her bedroom would often look like a warzone after a typical night of sex - moreso than it did by default, anyway. She went as wild in the bedroom as she did, applying the same sort of philosophy to fucking as fighting. All in or nothing at all, primal and feral, borderline barbaric, tongue lashings and teeth markings. If she didn’t have at least the slight taste of blood in her mouth afterwards, chances were she’d done something wrong.

But what Elinor brought was different, a kind of brutal carnality she couldn't have imagined before Japan. The German slid over her and let her weight do the work of pinning her down, flattening her body to the floor with iron muscle, sandwiching her between the carpet. Legs like steel girders slid around her own, trapping them and stretching her out, pulling her limbs to the limit. Further and further, almost to the breaking point…

She would’ve screamed if she could, if there wasn’t a kiss in her way. Her protests were lost in Elinor’s mouth, devoured, even as a fiendish hand forced them to grow louder. Her claws tore into Sheila tits, digging into the flesh and ripping at the tissue within, a violent grope that was sure to leave marks. There was pleasure to it, but it was buried under an overwhelming agony - which was the point, most likely.

And all through it, Sheila was helpless. The worst she could do was alternate between closing her eyes and glaring at Elinor as the magnate had her way, once more turning titillation into torture.

Just hold on. She just had to hold on.

[Baddie]

By most people's definition, foreplay would be far too light a word to describe what Elinor was doing to her opponent. Yet to the German brute, no word could be more accurate. All of that carnal kissing, tit torture, hair pulling, face bashing - all merely a prelude to the main assault. The one that would shame her opponent far beyond any mean words or spiteful punches.

With that left to linger in her head, Elinor's tongue pulled out from within Sheila's mouth, extracting with it a thin string of saliva that was left to dangle between their lips. A large inwards breath slurped most of it back into her hungry mouth, leaving her with a final but lasting taste of her opponent's sweetness. Her fingers continued to pluck at Sheila's breast, abusing and stretching the erect nipple with enough force to break skin. But as ruthless as the assault was, it wouldn't be enough to enact the sheer level of salacious intent she had in mind.

Elinor staked her claim on Sheila's breast with one last final pulsating squeeze of her fingertips, before finally slipping them out between their pressed forms. She wanted to be tighter, to be closer to the woman she was going to claim for herself, and her ravenous fingers would only get in the way. Instead, both hands sought her opponent's wrist, and upon finding them, began the relatively easy task of pinning Sheila's lifeless arms to the carpet above their heads.

The full body grapevine stretch allowed Elinor to feel her opponent like no move before ever had. The ridges of their abs molded nicely together, while their amalgamated breasts allowed for the silver-haired vixen to feel the beating pulse of her prey. She pressed her cheek up against Sheila's, her tongue trailing along the woman's jawline before giving way to gentle lips, which nibbled with teeming desire on her opponent's earlobe. But if Sheila thought that Elinor's growing lust had somehow tamed her, than she was thoroughly mistaken.

The first thrust sent unexpected waves of pleasure all throughout Elinor's nerves. Her pussy, like the rest of her body, pressed down deep into her opponent's counterpart, but only after the harsh grind did she begin to feel it's true intimate potential. Her body swiped forward once again, the thin confines of their panties doing little to quell the heat shared between their womanhood. Elinor started slow and gentle at first, but that would hardly last.

Her humping steadily grew more rough and instinctual as she sought pleasure in it's most primal form. Her body was at war with her opponent's, rubbing up and down in short, sporadic bursts. Sheila's body heat emanated into Elinor's core, emboldened by the friction induced by her abrasive grind. Elinor expanded the grapevine stretch as far as Sheila's legs were physically capable of, keeping the Aussie's pussy spread out and vulnerable while leaving her hip joints on the brink of breakage. Sheila's pink folds lay exposed through the thin string that composed her bottom attire, ripe for plunder by Elinor's ramming sex.

Soon the warmth was too much for even Elinor to contain. She waited for the moment her opponent would release an audible indication of her pleasure before freeing one of her own. A soft moan, one that would have been drowned out by the wet thwaps of her battering pussy had it not been left to echo in the nearby chamber of her opponent's ear.

The assault left Elinor in danger of climax herself, but luckily she had the wits to resist such an impulse. She reveled in the warm sensation of the rubdown, while leaving the folly of orgasm solely to her opponent. The grinding was steadily transforming into an all out assault, one that required every body part to work in tandem with one another. Elinor's breasts mashed into Sheila's, the already tormented flesh now mushrooming out underneath the bludgeoning pressure. Her hips elevated from their attack only for a second before descending with rhythmic crashes that collided pussy with pussy, again and again in a press and release pattern that forced pleasure in unmitigated waves.

The humping grew stronger and louder, with dry smacks turning into wet thwaps as their connected crotches became stained with desire. As to who in particular was leaking the most was anybody's guess, but as Elinor continued to ferociously rub and hump her opponent, all that mattered was that she simply outlast her rival, no matter how much of her own arousal she expelled in the process.