Drop Your Glass: Sheila Morgan, the "Wild One" vs. "Bloodied" Yuna Bennett

[Crossedes]

Yuna wanted to smack herself for the shitty chop. While it was not a matter of willpower and aggression, but mechanics, she still hated it. Sometimes, a girl needed to rip out her own spine and put a new one in, but Yuna didn't have the time. She slapped her hand roughly against the top of the bar instead and started to march Sheila's way for another scheme entirely, but the smaller Aussie walked back into Yuna's space first. Good. It saved Yuna the couple of steps she needed to wield her frustration and tear into her.

No, Sheila didn't merely walk back over - she asked for it. Asked for the violence. Yuna's lips slowly wormed into something between a scowl and a smile. People didn't make the mistake of asking Yuna to hurt them. While Yuna would typically give some bluster, some warning, some intimidation tactic, chest smashing back against chest, to warn the dummy provoking her what would happen if her wish was granted, Yuna knew Sheila wouldn't care. And Yuna never cared - she usually followed up her bluster by tearing those bold bitches in half anyway.

A beat after Sheila finished her goading, the scowl-smirking Aussie did not raise her hand for a chop. She threw her shoulders down, rammed them into Sheila's chest, and wrapped her arms around the smaller woman's midriff. "Careful what you wish for!" she said through a roar, and though it took more effort than it normally might, she hefted Sheila into a belly-to-belly and tried to dump her onto the top of the bar.

[BlackAkuma]

Most women would’ve had the good sense to keep a woman like Yuna out of arms’ reach, to play it smart with her, to try and beat her with technique or speed or just throw things at the big bitch until she fell. Sheila had been called many things in her life, a few of them in different languages, but smart? That was never one of them. She more or less just did whatever came to mind in the moment, whatever vague fancy struck her as the right thing, and right now? That meant getting in Yuna’s face and poking the bear as hard as it took to get a good reaction out of her.

And she got it, too. Oh, fuck, did she get it.

Her eyes widened as Sheila plowed into her and wrapped her up with the tree trunks she called arms, pulling her in tight and lifting her easily. She could guess what was about to happen, but there was a fucking thing to be done at this point - she was going flying. ”Ah, fuck-”

Up and over, she went, chucked like an overstuffed bag of trash. She soared about Yuna’s head in a perfect arch, a trip that only ended with her back coming down on the bar, folding her in half on top of it. Her legs hung off the bar on one side while her head and arms draped off the other, giving her upside-down view of her opponent.

Painful, needless to say. Sheila wasn’t able to do much more than limply flail about for the moment - that, and chuckle through her groans. ”Eh, that’s a little better.” She tried to sit up, only to flop back when her ribs protested. ”What else you got?”

[Crossedes]

She didn't need their approval, but Yuna liked hearing the miniature crowd gasp. Missed it while falling through the table earlier.

But also, fucking ow.

Watching over her head as the bar stopped Sheila's momentum by splitting her in half, Yuna knew that her smaller mirror's ow had been much more fucking than her own, but the Australian did have to expend all the goodwill she had gained with her back and bash her own shoulder against the bar to execute. Nonetheless, after a groan and a rub of her shoulder, she grinned and pulled herself to her full height to find Sheila spread like the main course, those pretty abs on display. "Feel free to beg for more," she taunted, running her nails along her opponent's stomach and stopping just short of digging in with a claw - only because Sheila did exactly what she had urged.

"Never say I ain't a giver," she told her. Knowing her back wouldn't allow for two of those suplexes in a row, the Australian did claw down on Sheila's stomach, but only as a momentary distraction. With her other hand, she cupped Sheila underneath the jaw and pulled on her until the back of her head was tucked against Yuna's breasts and cupped her cheeks almost tenderly - bit of pleasure. Once she had her sufficiently propped in place, the hand that had clawed came rocking down on Sheila's chest as a fist... once, twice, a third time, beating her chest like a drum. Pain to go with that pleasure.

Sheila still owed her that shirt.

[BlackAkuma]

The good news? Sheila wasn’t paralyzed. It just kind of felt like it, what with the spinal damage. But she could still wiggles fingers and toes, so that was a good sign.

Yuna coming in to follow up was not a good sign. Nope, that was a bad one. Very bad.

Though not as bad as she thought, at least not at first. The fingers on her stomach were sweet, a gentleness that made her shiver. She tensed up at the claw, jolting as the pain shot through her abs, but she eased up quickly enough, and she was given the reward of an awesome pillow - she was more than happy to lay her head against Yuna’s tits. She even tipped her head to the side and gave one of them a few licks. Just stealing a taste.

Shame, but she wasn’t allowed to enjoy it for too long before Yuna’s meaty fist crashed into her chest. One strike, then another, and a final one of that, with her body jerking up after each thump and a hoarse cry to go along with it. It felt her chest was on the verge of caving in, and the worst thing was that she couldn't muster the energy to give a good reply.

Didn’t stop her from trying, though. She swung her arm up, throwing a couple of weak punches in Yuna’s face. Not much, but better than nothing.

[Crossedes]

Sheila would be one sad... sheila if she thought she could earn herself to Yuna's taking it easier on her. Even with her mind set on further violence, Yuna didn't fail to notice the rough sensation of a tongue across the bare flesh of one tit. There was some skill to the tongue, too. Another reason to leave the girls as wild and free as allowed without her getting arrested. But the hentai match could happen later, and judging by the other Australian's taste for violence, Yuna couldn't imagine the licking served as a pleading tactic.

Good thing. Three blows in, and Yuna only stopped because she didn't want the smaller woman's breasts too bruised for the big reveal. She also knew someone
with a fractured rib and a subsequently collapsed lung didn't have much fight in her, and Yuna was far from satisfied with this skirmish of theirs to try and end the fun with an ambulance. She ceased her beating and leaned back, still cupping Sheila's face, to give her arm a swing and work the kinks out in her shoulder blade from the swinging. "Feel nice?" she asked, before turning back into a punch that gave her a good enough knock on the cheek for her to rub at the spot with her tongue and hand alike. She only barely evaded the second one.

A girl didn't find this sort of spunk anywhere.

"Calm down, missy," she ordered. Her back still hurt, but she never let any pain stop her before. And she had a plan for this demanding wildcat. She ducked down and tried to stuff her arms beneath Sheila's, hoping to drag her off the bar and pull her upright into a full nelson position. "Gonna take you somewhere nice and comfy."

[BlackAkuma]

Yeah, that punch worked as well as Sheila thought it would - which is to say, it didn't do shite. More of a symbolic punch than anything, making sure she didn't take anything from Yuna without giving at least a little back.

Not much, but it was all she could do at the moment. The feeling was returning to her body, and she’d be good to fight if she had a minute, maybe even half that. But when you were dealing with someone who hit this hard, one minute was a fucking age.

”Yeah, I’ll calm down, I’ll down when I-” Sheila braced herself for stiff retaliation, figuring Yuna would punish her for the punch. Instead, she was given soft words and arms snaking around her shoulder. ”Oi! Oi!” She went into a struggling fit as Yuna hauled her off the bar and dragged her along the floor, holding her like an unruly child in the supermarket.

She didn’t know what the woman was talking about with going to a place ‘nice and comfy’, but she wasn’t sure she liked the implications. ”Put me down! Fuck, let go!” She threw her body all around in a wild effort to get free, but she would’ve been hard-pressed to escape Yuna’s grip if she’d been 100%, and she was way below that. Still, you could bet that she wasn’t going to go wherever they were going quietly. ”Whatever, enjoy it while lasts, cheeky bitch. ‘Cause when I get out of this…”

[Crossedes]

"Oi... what?" Yuna rhetorically asked, pausing to grunt and heft Sheila more tightly against her. Even dragging someone Sheila's size along with her still-sore back proved challenging, but she tugged her along well enough, dodging the shattered table. 'You've done nothing but ask for more! You gonna start complainin' now?" To discourage that complaining, she followed Sheila's example earlier and delivered a decent knee mid-journey to the smaller woman's lower spine. A bit half-hearted, given she wanted the woman alert for what would come, but enough to remind her who was in charge for the time being.

She only stopped once she came up on the booths, and she glanced over her shoulder, gauging distance. Looked about right. "You're the one running your cheeky mouth," she retorted. "And I've got a right mind to shut it up." Setting her jaw, the bigger Aussie swung around, let momentum carry Sheila until she only held her in a half-nelson, and drove the woman's back down toward the booth with that half-nelson grip. Sure, the seat was padded, but a wrestling canvas had give, too. She thought it might do enough for next step in her plan to have some fun before she sent this wildly attractive countrywoman of hers through the window.

[BlackAkuma]

Apparently, Sheila wasn’t getting out of this hold until Yuna let her out, so the smart thing would’ve been to just shut up and enjoy the ride. But if she only ever did the ‘smart thing’, she wouldn’t have allowed herself to be in a match against a bigger version of herself which involved getting thrown through a damn window, so there wasn’t much point in following common sense now. If she was going to get dragged along like a stuffed animal, she was going to make it as hard a time as she could for the person doing the dragging.

It wasn’t getting her anywhere. In fact, all it did was earn her a knee in the spine, which hit right on the bone and royally sucked, enough to knock the fight out of her for a few seconds. She was mostly pacified when they made it to the booth, save for the occasional defiant twist. Easy picking for what came next.

Sheila cried out as her back was slammed into the booth, hitting with enough force to make the room tremble. She stayed there momentarily, with her legs hanging off and her hands rubbing her temple. ”Kiss my arse, drongo. Just try and shut me up, see what happens.”

That being said, Sheila was still lucid enough to realize the position she was in, and note that Yuna had put a good effort into getting her here. She could speculate on the reason, and, well…

She started taking deep breaths.

[Crossedes]

Yuna looked at her good work, her fellow Aussie buried in the booth, and paused on her elbow long enough to give her back one last stretch and scratch before she elected to ignore it for the rest of the match. Didn't mean it wouldn't still hurt, but she could choose to stop giving a damn. "Maybe later," she said, quickly clipping Sheila right back about kissing her ass. Yuna didn't think herself a good ass-kissing here and there on her terms. She planned to make sure Sheila couldn't manage to enforce it on her terms. "But wrong on the second bit, girlie."

She gave Sheila one pulled blow to the stomach, just to keep her tame. The back of the booth made the motion awkward, but the bigger woman promptly shuffled her way until she could plop down on Sheila's chest, a knee on each side of the woman's chest, her smile down at her fellow Aussie betraying her scheme. She had never been much of the "sit on a girl's face" type. It could be fun with the right person, the right face, but the sitter had to stay patient to get the full benefits. Yuna didn't pride herself on any amount of patience. She did happen to consider Sheila the right face, though, and nothing served as a better way of slowing down that chatty, bold mouth of hers.

With all the sexual pretense and subtlety of an anvil, Yuna flopped her hips forward until she had everything covered but those pretty eyes. Sweet sensations shot up to her core, and the bloodied one licked her lips. "Mmm... there. If you can reach my ass, you can give it a kiss."

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila shot up at the blow to her stomach, knocking out what little wind she’d accumulated in the interim and ruining her chances of taking a full breath. It probably wasn’t as hard as Yuna could’ve struck, but it hardly mattered much - everything this woman did felt like getting hit by a goddamn truck. To make matters worse, it looked more and more like she’d shrugged off the damage that Sheila had gone to the trouble of building up, pushing her way closer to square one than she wanted to be. Momentum was swinging away from her way too fast.

But those were the least of her problems. No, right now, her main focus was the thick Australian barbarian who’d just sat on her chest. Who was sliding forward. Who was smiling down on her with that evil little shite-eating grin. Whose crotch was getting close to her face…

”Oh, you fucking-”

Yup, mark the date and time. Sheila had managed to go her entire wrestling career - short as it was - without this happening, but she’d figured it was only a matter of time before it happened when she got into LAW, and here she was - on her back, looking up between Yuna’s legs, with the woman’s pussy planted on her face and only a thin layer of material to separate their lips. Facesat. At least the ass she was under was one of the better ones she’d come across in the promotion.

Sheila’s muffled growl reverberated through her Yuna’s hips and she scowled up at the woman while her hands came up to futily push at her thighs, but that was about all she could do. The bitch wasn’t super heavy, but you didn’t really need a lot of weight to keep someone pinned like this. She had the position, she had the leverage, and Sheila wasn’t going anywhere.

Not right now, anyway. She had an idea, but she needed to save energy for it. That meant she needed to calm Yuna down, keep her from getting aggressive and starting up more rough stuff. Luckily, she was in an excellent position to do that.

After a few moments, the hands that had been pushing switched to something softer, rubbing Yuna’s thighs with a gentle caress. She closed her eyes and gave her the treatment she’d suggested, pressing her lips against her muscled glute, even slipping out her tongue for the occasional lick. Her nose got into the action as well, rubbing against Yuna’s pussy for some light stimulation while her angered groans turned into passionate moans.

All the while, she inched down on the seat, bit by bit, until she could plant her feet firmly on the floor.