Bodies in the Sand: Sheila Morgan, the "Wild One" vs. "Bloodied" Yuna Bennett

[Crossedes]

Bedroom, lights down, something rhythmic playing in the background, some straps and cuffs involved, a few slaps and drinks already exchanged, and Yuna could have made this work. She didn't know the meaning of submission, but she had times when giving fit in her vocabulary. Sheila had earned that. But she had all intents to fuck the woman's feeble mind out of her pretty head before this match ended, so passively taking breasts to the face wouldn't do. The rattling breaths she could hear from the woman's chests - and the complaints - told her that her punches had sent the proper message even if her words hadn't.

She wisened up - or not. "You and your shit-stained, cock-eating hair-pulling!" she roared, leaving none in the beachside arena wondering about her thoughts on the matter. After the last match, the medics had pulled enough hair caked into her cuts as pieces of sugar glass, and Yuna had found a few more in her boots, stuck to her ass, and washed down the drain during a painful shower once her arms had decided to function again. She wouldn't have the shitty little bitch leaving her black mane in the sand. "Get a new idea!"

Except her attempt to raise her arms to unwind her fingers from her locks ended with her decked in the side of a face by a bony elbow. "Agh!" It knocked her head to the side, and rocked, the bloodied one rolled off and needed a couple of seconds to regain her focus and check to see if she still possessed the nearby row of teeth.

[BlackAkuma]

Yeah, the hairpulling was a little cheap, Sheila would allow that. Could she be blamed? Yuna had the fucking stuff all over the place, it was all in her face, just begging to be grabbed and yanked and tugged. She didn’t think much about doing it; she just kind of…did. A natural reflex.

Besides, it ticked Yuna off. That was quickly becoming one of her favorite pastimes. ”I’ll stop doing it when it stops working!”

And it did work like a charm. The blow knocked Yuna off and sent her flopping to the side, leaving her stunned for a few seconds. Sheila deemed that enough time to do something substantial, and she went into action, rolling in the opposite direction, a path that took her out onto the ring apron.

She grabbed the middle rope and pulled up to her feet, clutching her side. What she had in mind was going to suck for her midsection, as she was still dealing with the pain from that bearhug. But fuck it. They’d already paid the medics to stand by for this match, right? Might as well make sure they get their money’s worth.

Sheila gripped the ropes, pulled back, and then threw herself into the ring with a slingshot, flying toward the downed Yuna. She flipped as she flew, doing a full rotation, attempting to crash onto her with a senton.

[Crossedes]

Times like these, Yuna thought about cutting all of her mane off. She had come close a dozen times but backed off at the last second. Much as combat kept her fulfilled, entertained, she liked looking fucking hot, too, and she looked better with it long. And her mum had always told her never to cut it off or it would never grow back right. Considering the woman had been one of the few highlights of her youth, Yuna had heeded those warnings. But after Sheila got done with her, she wouldn't end up with any hair anyway. Or teeth. Fuck looking sexy.

Where the fuck had the bitch gone, anyway? Yuna shook her head to get the remaining cobwebs out and turned her head, but Sheila had given her the smoke bomb. "Already decide you had enough!?" the big bitch called, but she answered her own question finding the other Aussie at the top of the ropes. She had only the time to acknowledge... fuck, yeah, she would be the right size of chick to enjoy the flying shit before the woman lept at her, and though Yuna had the thought to roll, she didn't make it before Sheila landed on her.

A roaring, throaty sound like a bark got shoved out of her flattened stomach and right up through her throat, and after every appendage had taken a turn flopping, she rolled to curl against her stomach.

[BlackAkuma]

From a strategic standpoint, this was probably the wrong idea. She’d only been wrestling Yuna a little while, had only clocked her with an elbow to the face, not much in the way of damage. High-risk moves were always, well, high-risk, but even Sheila typically liked to wear down her opponents a bit before she started throwing herself around with the ropes. There was reckless and then there was straight-up stupid, and she tried to veer towards the former.

Most days. Today wasn’t ‘most days’. Today, she was in the mood to throw everything at the wall and see what stuck. Today, she wanted to fuck Yuna, and she’d do whatever it took to make that a reality.

Even it meant fucking up her back. Which it very much did.

Yuna’s tits made for a soft landed spot, but not so soft that they could absorb all the impact for her aching ribs. She croaked at the crash and rolled away, clutching her sides as her opponent did much the same. It wouldn’t be the last time they had some mutually assured destruction, she was sure of that.

This time, though, she was the one to come out better for it. She shook off the pain as she rose and crawling her way over to Yuna, dragging herself along the mat. She reached out, grabbed her head, and pulled her into a tight headlock, using that to keep her under control and force her to stand along with her as she rose.

As soon as they were up on two feet, Sheila glanced behind her, pulled Yuna’s arm over her shoulder, then kicked her leg, jerked up, and tried to hurl the bigger woman towards the corner with a snap suplex, trying to get her into position for something bigger and wear her down at the same time.

[Crossedes]

No bars to split Sheila across this time, but Yuna wished she had one on hand. That had worked well enough last time to discourage the woman's reckless antics for a time. Having taken a sturdy body to the torso, the bloodied one's battle wounds from their last go-around tried to open up again, a dull throbbing in her back that reminded her that fully functioning again didn't equate to good health, and she scuffed her hands along the sand-gritty canvas to sit up and stretch those aches back out. Sheila awarded her success by grabbing her again, though fortunately not by the hair. Just by the head. Almost as annoying.

"Fuckin'-" she growled, knowing she shouldn't bother to find a better insult because they bounced right off her fellow Aussie - as they should. Instead, Yuna took straight to fistfighting again as Sheila jabbed her face beneath her arm and pulled at her neck until she had to stand or lose everything from her vertebrae up. She struck at the small of Sheila's back with her forearms and went so far as to throw a slap right into those precariously perched breasts of hers, but the smaller woman continued to haul her.

And the vitriol eventually dripped from her lips nonetheless. "You need more hugs!? Just say it!", she bellowed, but the only answer she got was feeling Sheila lift her feet off the mat. Yuna should have remembered this horeshit from last time. The bitch had some strength to her, and before she could try to power down, squirt to escape, the other Aussie flung her back with enough momentum to send the bleachers careening across her vision before she landed on her back and her feet fell onto the bottom rope. "Aaaagh!" Speak of those God-forsaken battle scars....

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila muscled Yuna up, but as with everything where this woman was concerned, she paid for it. She winced as heavy, thudding blows crashed into her back, reverberating through her chest, and rattling her like a drum. Her back was still aching from that bearhug - probably would be feeling that for the next week - and getting hammered like that was almost enough to make her drop the whole idea. But she held firm, powered through, and what was her reward?

Yuna went flying. ”What was that about hugs?” Sheila stayed on her back and put a hand to her ear. ”Couldn’t make it out, too busy kicking your arse!”

And she would continue to do so, too, as long as she could get away with it. Sheila sat up, pushed to her feet, and moved over to capitalize on her momentum, doing her best to ignore the lingering damage as she moved in. ”Got a present for you, bitch.” She grabbed her by the arm and dragged her a couple of feet to the turnbuckle, where she put Yuna’s back up against the turnbuckle to keep her sitting straight. ”Just need to make the right preparations. Like…”

Sheila grabbed the ropes and threw a quick flurry of stomps into Yuna’s chest, ensuring her bare heel landed on both breasts for the best damage. Shame she had to damage her nation’s treasures like that, but it was the cost of doing business.

[Crossedes]

Least Sheila hadn't dropped her through a table or onto a relentless wooden floor. Where one of those landings could shatter her into fucked-up nothing in the last match - and still bothered her three weeks later - this one had her hissing and arching but not needing to wonder how much of herself she needed to scrape off the mat before the match ended. She might need to start counting later, but for the time being, she could deal with good old-fashioned shooting pains and keep running her mouth as Sheila tugged on her arm.

"I'm gonna... string you..." The woman propped her back up to the turnbuckle like she was a doll on display. Cute. Yuna scowled at her, trying to get the strength back in her arms to deck the bitch halfway back to the League arena. "...to my ass and drag you-" Her tirade became moot as Sheila's foot pounded into her chest the first time, giving Yuna's new top a good test, and she grunted out with each subsequent impact. Each one knocked more and more breath out of her lungs, but for once, she was glad she had the padding.

Sufficiently robbed of her fight and her bluster, she threw her arms up onto the bottom rope to stay upright and coughed up her sternum-rattling pains. Fuck her and her actually knowing how to fight. "Shitter..."

[BlackAkuma]

You know what Sheila liked about Yuna?

Aside from the tits, the ass, the things, the way she talked, the way she looked at her, the fact that she was meaner than a cut snake and twice as dangerous, and the way she absolutely didn’t give a single flying fuck about any damn thing?

It would have to be the insults. This woman just did not stop talking shit, even when she was the one getting dragged around the ring. Many folks would’ve found that irritating - Sheila would know, they got ticked off when she did it. Being on the receiving end was a new experience but one she loved.

”Yeah, yeah, keep talking.” She spat out as she hammered the blows home, driving her heel in, deep and hard. She needed Yuna docile for what came next - as much as anyone could hope to get the bitch. When she finished, she leaned over and gave the big bruiser a tweak on the nose, ensuring she had a good view of her gleaming smile. ”Gotta even the score, love. Be right back.”

If Yuna wondered what she meant, she wouldn’t have to wonder for long, as Sheila dashed to the opposite side of ring, spun about, and slammed into the pads hard enough to make the ring. She came bursting back a moment later, tearing ass across the ring in a wild sprint that only ended when she leaped up, kicked her legs out, and rammed her crotch into Yuna’s face for a bronco buster.

That would only be the beginning of it, too - after the impact, she grabbed the ropes, held on tight, and thrust in the Bloodied One’s face at a frenetic pace, humping away and not doing anything to hide her lustful moans.

[Crossedes]

If Yuna hadn't expected half her chest to fall off after the stomps, she would have given Sheila the one-two with each fist for tapping her nose and giving her that shit-eating smile. And the smile she liked, though the ferocity that crossed her features couldn't have revealed that to the other Aussie. She would just ensure she shoved her soon-to-be bruised tits into the bitch's face - the hard way - when the angry fucking started. "The only thing I'm going to even out..." She trailed off as the woman rushed back across the ring. "Youuu bitch." Good thing she looked good enough to eat from behind in that outfit.

As she came running, Yuna figured she had a clue what the smaller woman planned. Running knee, running kick, one of those stupid ass-bombs to the face all the wrestlers thick enough to shop at BloomChic loved to use. Yuna grunted, stretched out her neck, stuck out her chest to get limbered up as best she could while she impassively stared the onrushing bitch down during the whole journey. She liked her chances to pull off a last-second dodge and pull the overeager bitch off the turnbuckle when she splatted there.

Except there was no knee, no kick, not even any ass. Just legs flying up, preventing Yuna's attempt to dodge as her head bonked against a toned thigh, and a barely-covered pussy slamming into her face hard enough to make her wail. And it kept slamming again and again and again, not remaining nearly long enough for the big bitch to make any suitable use of it or even do so much as lick a damn thigh. She scowled and threw her head to the left and right, trying to find respite from the onslaught. "Give me... something to... taste or... fuck off!"

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila threw her head back and laugh as she continued to ram her hips into Yuna’s face, loving her smack, every thrust, every moment of pouding pleasure. She’d never used this move before, never had a good chance to, but the Bloodied one nearly smothered out with her fulsome arse, she’d made a mental note to return the favor at her earliest convenience, and she couldn't think of a better way to get it done.

The audience agreed, too, as they whooped and hollered with every smack, already getting into the spirt of things. The only person who didn’t seem 100% down with it was Yuna, and not even for the reason you would’ve guessed.

She wanted slower? She would get it slower. After a few climatic thrusts, Sheila gripped the ropes, held on tight, and shifted gears from pulsing pounding into gradual grinding. ”Since you asked so fucking nicely.” She slid her crotch along Yuna’s face, taking care to get everything from the nose to the chin, before slipping back and repeating the process. She didn’t quite have the size to completely cover her while she moved like this, so it wouldn’t work too well as a smother, but…screw it. The sensations struck like lightning through her loins, hot as hell, that was all she cared about.

”That better?” She popped her hips forward and gave her a quick smack in the face, before she went back to their regularly scheduled humping. ”Go on, get that tongue out. I got the right outfit for it, you’ve got easy access.”