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

[Crossedes]

"Fuck off!" Yuna bit back as she started tucking Sheila into the full nelson, reminding herself to put an end to that running mouth again before the match ended - if only to hear Sheila's muffled moans again. She had enjoyed those. Fuck if she didn't sound hot, and fuck if Yuna didn't take every damn chance she had to talk over the bitch and get her own word in. People told her it was a character flaw. Fuck them, too. "You were enough of a dumb fuck to rip the strings out of a guitar and wear 'em like you're a dumbass running a fashion show." Yuna was running short on comparisons for the tiny strings, but she would keep rattling them off as they came to her.

Yuna realized, as she hauled Sheila high, that she should hire someone to run a camera for her - and just for her. As someone who didn't give a fuck about much of anything but wrestling and drinking and only spent her time in between matches getting drunk, seeking highs, and thinking about her next match, she could use the footage for entertainment purposes. Sheila was putting on a show from behind with her squirming and wriggling - rarely did a person have nice enough shoulders that they could draw Yuna's eyes - but how much better was the show from the front?

To that end, Yuna waited, having planned on driving her down to the mat as soon as she had snagged her but holding back because Sheila could be so entertaining when she tried to escape. She leaned down, whispering into her ear. "You best be ready to have yourself tied up in that swimsuit and-" A stomp of her bare foot brought her sweet talk to a sudden stop in favor of a yowl, and Yuna stumbled back, dragging Sheila along in the way. The bitch's hard head straight to the nose put an end to that, too, and Yuna staggered back, holding her throbbing nose.

"Fuckin' shitty... pointy skull!"

[BlackAkuma]

Dozens of iPhones went in the air as Sheila struggled in Yuna’s grip, thrashing about, her breasts flopping wildly. You’d have thought the bastards never saw tits before - not that she particularly cared about them getting an eyeful. She’d never been shy about showing her body off, even before she came to LAW. She wasn’t an exhibitionist, didn’t care if they got off on it. Let them, didn’t take any skin off her nose.

Now, the only person she cared to impress was the one holding her up and yanking her back, the same burly bitch who ripped her outfit in the first damn place. Judging from the comments she’d gotten so far? She’d call it a success.

Her escape attempt was another one, as she was gifted with the sweet sound of skull cracking against skull - in her opinion, a match didn’t start until two heads banged up against each other. She would’ve loved to score it earlier, but this worked, too, and her unique position even gave her a fun option.

Sheila fell to her knees after Yuna released her, then scrambled forward, almost running on all fours like a true wild woman. She popped up to her feet near the edge of the ring, leaped up, then planted her barefeet on the middle rope and used it to propel herself back towards her opponent. She looked over her shoulder as she flew, getting the time just right, then grabbed the Bloodied One’s head at the exact right moment with a three-quarter facelock.

From there, it was just a matter of letting gravity do the rest, as she brought Yuna’s head crashing down on her shoulder with a springboard variation of her finisher: The Kitchen Sink.

[Crossedes]

"You and your damn head," Yuna continued, doubling down on her noggin-related insults. For all Yuna's love of violence, she hated that a knock to the head could force her to miss out on all the nuances, the experiences of two bodies doing battle. As she tried to get her nose to a point that she didn't question whether it might scrape against the front of her brain, she all but ignored the soreness in her foot. By the time she had rubbed around her nasal cavity enough to leave divots in her skin, she looked through watery eyes from where the blow had dinged her tear ducts to find Sheila again.

The woman was propelling that tight little body toward her. This was happening a lot, and Yuna started to gripe. She wouldn't get the chance, and as a last-ditch effort to stop the smaller bitch's flight, she threw her arms up. That just left her even more open than she would have been. The sound she made amounted to something between a retch and an exclamation of pain as Sheila nabbed her. Yuna bit everything inside of her mouth as she hit the woman's shoulder, and the impact rocked all the same aches and pains that the blow to the nose had triggered.

The bloodied one almost bounced, stumbled on her feet as she propelled away from Sheila, and finally collapsed onto her back, too dazed to even reach her hands up to nurse her aching head. Every single part of her face, her skull, her ears - it all hurt, and fuck if she had the wherewithal to even realize how badly it all hurt. She only noticed the taste of blood in her mouth in time to groan about it.

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila couldn't have planned a more perfect moment if she'd written it out in a script. She flew backward, tits flopping about as she soared, grabbed Yuna at the right moment, and brought her down, with that climatic move. Ever since she’d gotten stomped by Eleanor in her debut match, the Wild One had been doing her best to get that move, that one move, down to a science, and she was proud to say it paid dividends - she could hit her finisher from just about any angle, any time, any place. Against a tank with tits like Yuna that came in handy.

”Gotcha again, bitch!” Sheila let her triumphant cry fly as she flopped forward after the hit, arms high, cheering along with the crowd. She landed on her chest and winced as she pushed her way up, her back still aching from getting Boston Crabbed, but it was nothing she couldn't put up with - there was still a lot of work to be done, here. She’d wallow in pain later. For now…

”Mine!” She pounced on Yuna’s lap, slamming her naked crotch on top of the Bloodied Bitch’s clothed one with a satisfying smack. She could feel the electricity sparking between them, and she knew what she wanted to do…but business came first. She grabbed her opponent’s breasts with both hands, sunk her claws in deep, and leaned forward to both pin her and get right in her face.

”Oi, Yuuuuuuuuuuuuna.” She ran her tongue along her foe’s lips and gave her a quick peck on the lips, as the referee slid over to start the count. ”Guess what comes next?”

The referee slapped the mat, starting up the count. ”1…!”

[Crossedes]

Yuna couldn't remember the last time her head had been filled with so much pain. Not one part hurt any less than any of the rest of it, and her neck had gotten involved in the action, too. Throbbing jaw, throbbing chin, throbbing skull, searing pain in her mouth and nose from the bite and her sinuses getting rearranged like a child had stuck its grubby fingers up in there. And she couldn't remember having pained eye sockets before. It took Yuna a second to even understand what Sheila had pulled on her, but she sure as fuck had gotten all of it.

Sadly for the bloodied one, she realized it all after she heard people yelling two. She picked up on her predicament one step at a time. Someone - Sheila - had taken a handful of tit-meat which explained why her chest hurt, too. That was naturally the bitch spouting some saucy nonsense, too, and brushing around her mouth. Yuna tensed up, managed to get a hand up to swat at the bitch as if at a fly. "Ungh... shut up..." Oh... shit. That meant that the two had come from the referee.

It only dawned on Yuna by the time the ref was calling for three, and it took her almost another full second until she could do so much as throw out her arm to get a shoulder off of the sandy canvas. The bell was already ringing to signal a fall, and for a second, Yuna forgot that the match wasn't over because of the fall and rolled far enough to punch the canvas with enough force to break a jaw. "Shit on-" It hit her just before she leveled another punch at the canvas, and as it did, the frustrated adrenaline died off faster than it had any business dying off. The Aussie sprawled again, though on her stomach this time around.

"Damn you."

[BlackAkuma]

And three. Got it.

Sheila’s smile grew, just a tad, when the referee’s hand hit the mat. Sure, she was only halfway there, but being the first to score a fall in this match had some meaning to it. Yuna was one of the toughest women she’d ever come across, maybe the strongest, getting anything in on her was like banging up against a wall…but she wasn’t invincible, and it was starting to feel like the Wild One had her number. Maybe she could keep this up. Maybe she could make this a blowout. Fuck, she’d tease Yuna about that until the day she died.

It was all background noise at the moment, though, as she focused on the task at hand - namely, driving the woman beneath her moment, who was going wild as the count came down. Sheila rolled off as Yuna found her strength too late, flopping over after the final count had come down. She sat nearby, watching as the woman rolled over and flopped over to her magnificent chest. It was tempting to just rub her half-win in her opponent’s face, but she wasn’t sure how her fellow Aussie was taking it. Dejected? A little pissed? She didn’t want to ruin the mood.

Instead of going back on the attack, Sheila crawled to Yuna’s side, leaned in, and planted kisses along her back, working her way up to the shoulders, before burying her face in the tangled jungle she called hair. ”Don’t tell me you’re done yet.” She nibbled at Yuna’s neck, gnawing on her neck with her canines. ”You made a promises to fuck some sense into me, right? I’m still waiting on that.”

[Crossedes]

If Yuna hadn't wanted to beat Sheila senseless for getting one over on her, she might have acknowledged how the smaller bitch continued to impress her. Most people who tried to play the raven-haired beauty's game ended up flat, unconscious, beaten to all hell. The technicians, the tricksters could get one over on her, yeah. Yuna couldn't do much with a bitch who could bend her in fifteen directions when she was too drunk to figure out all those directions. But Sheila had twice left her on the brink of unconsciousness with a style just as reckless as her own. Hell, moreso. Yuna at least through some bending and squeezing shit in there every once in a while.

Didn't merit thinking about it, though. She slapped the fuck out of the mat one last time to make her frustration clear. She started trying to rise, the scowl she wore scary enough to scare a little girl in the first row, but her head tried to tell her it planned to roll off of her neck and shoulders if she did too much of that. She settled down again, giving it another round. And oh, here was the woman of the hour, trying to pepper the bloodied one with kisses after all that. Damn that everything she did felt good enough to ease the pain.

"Fuck you," she grumbled. "Gonna chew on your clit with dentures after your shitty offense..." The Australian was too dinged to even know where she was going with that comment, so she let it die on her tongue. That didn't stop her hand from reaching back over her shoulder to grab a handful of Sheila's hair. Her attentions weren't unwelcome, but the big bitch wasn't in the mood after that pinfall to just lie there and take whatever she was giving, pleasant or not. She tugged, trying to just drag the woman onto the canvas beside her. Big move, that. She would get the rest sorted out in a few more seconds.

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila had been making a snack out of Yuna’s back when the woman threatened to do…well, that. Threatening to eat someone out with false teeth was a new threat for her, but the Bloodied Bitch kind of made it work, and it got a hot laugh out of her. Probably fucked up her head too much to make solid comebacks. She’d be fine once her brain got sorted out, just needed a few seconds.

”Don’t tell me you’re seriously pouting about me getting the first fall.” She reached down and gave Yuna’s ‘lumpy’ ass a good smack, before letting her hand settle and get a good grope on, properly inspecting it with probing fingers. She even started sliding between the legs for a little oil check. ”Never figured you for a spoiled sport,love. We’re not even done with-”

It seemed like Yuna was in no mood for the soft talk. That was the vibe that Sheila got when her strands were yanked and she found herself dragged down to the mat beside her opponent, shrieking all the way. ”Turnabout, huh?”

She liked it rough, they would do it rough, no problem with her. She might have had her by the hair, but the rest of her body was free, and she used it to throw a few wild punches at Yuna’s chest, trying to give her some incentive to let go before she lost a clump.

[Crossedes]

No doubt Sheila grasping at Yuna below the belt would have struck more of a chord with the Aussie if her head would stop hurting long enough for her to think. Still felt good, but not good enough for the bloodied one to react with more than an exasperated moan. "I'm the worst loser you'll ever fuckin' meet." Not remotely true - Yuna only cared about the fight itself. If it satisfied, she could take a loss better than most people. If it didn't, she would be pissed. If the bitch cheated, Yuna would break her fifteen different ways after the match if she hadn't already done it mid-match. But after Sheila had bashed her skull in and left her flailing around like a fish on the beach, thankfulness didn't entice her.

And fuck right, turnabout. She had pulled on Yuna's hair enough that the bigger bitch thought it high time to repay her. Though she had no desire to see this proper match turn into a catfight, she didn't have the energy for much more than skull torture. Any dummy - like Sheila - could yank a woman around by her hair. Judging by the sounds she made, Sheila didn't enjoy it too much, either. Good. No obsessive kink - not that many would have had a kink for having their hair pulled as roughly as the raven-haired Aussie pulled Sheilas - and Yuna enjoyed petty victories more than most.

But her grip faltered when the first of Sheila's blows hit her in the chest. Yuna still gripped, pulled, but without the same vitriol. At least, until the second blow hit, sending her tit almost halfway out of her tenuously secure top. Then another, then another, each one pulling a meaty oof, ahh, or growl from the Australian's chest. Finally, she chose to abandon the hair and wheeled back, and her fist tightened with each hit like Sheila was winding her. She finally struck out, going for the space right between Sheila's breasts. "Stop your shit!"

[BlackAkuma]

No, Sheila - like most organic beings with pain receptors - didn’t particularly enjoy getting her hair yanked. She didn’t enjoy getting punched in the face, either, but that certainly never stopped her from doing it to others. It was just another tool in the arsenal, and in her defense, she would point out that Yuna’s mane was all over the damn place. She might as well have had ‘Pull Me’ tattooed to her lower back. How was she not not supposed to give it a good tug?

Granted, her wild strands weren’t too much better, a fact that the Bloodied Bitch seemed to key on as she dragged her down to the same level. So yeah, fair play. Didn’t mean that Sheila was going to go down quietly. She didn’t do anything without a fight.

”Don’t blame me ‘cause your shoulders hit the mat!” She growled out in between her wild shots, brimming with energy while half the crowd cheered her on and the other got behind Yuna. Seemed like an even divide. ”Better get used to be laying back and taking it when I’m-”

Her raucous rant was cut short when Yuna reeled back and let loose with a wrecking ball of a punch, one that equaled and surpassed all of the potshots Sheila had fired out. It landed in the Wild One’s chest with a resonating thud, one that echoed through her entire body, and her eyes shot wide as the impact sent tremors through her sternum. She gasped, a hoarse noise, then rolled away to clutch her chest and kick her feet about, hissing at the pain.

The two of them were so similar in so many ways, Sheila kind of forgot about the important differences - namely, how Yuna was a fuckton stronger than she was. She damn well remembered it now, though. Bloody hell.