[Humiliation Hardcore Match] Nerissa Labong vs. Sheila Morgan - Wild And Free (Apex Qualifier Match)

[BlackAkuma]

It was brief, but Sheila truly treasured the touch, as she pressed against her lover and enjoyed the taste of her skin. Try as she might, it was impossible to erase the feelings she’d built up from their night together - it was too wild, too vibrant, too fresh of a memory to suppress. It might’ve been overwhelming for some, and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t feel some of that. Nerissa was an easy woman to get lost in - you could just lay back and let her have her way, let her work you over with that dangerous, serpentine mind of hers.

But that didn’t have to be a bad thing. Sheila just had to learn to use her desire as fuel - think about all the things she could do if she won, the ways she could enjoy Nerissa in this ring, all the naughtiness they could get up to. Her mind was overflowing with ideas, and she was eager to share them with the world. With her.

But first, she had to win, and she felt she was on a decent path to doing that. She’d only landed a handful of moves on her opponent since she escaped the hold - a headbutt, a senton, and a punch - so she was far from dominating in this match, but it was a decent start to building up for something much more substantial, especially with all the creativity and freedom a hardcore match allowed. After the next blow, she fully intended to bring this match to floor and start laying on the offense, maybe even see if she could bring out a table.

All she had to do was connect with this next attack to get the ball rolling. 3, 2, 1, and…

Boot.

It came out of nowhere at the last second. Nerissa was close all of the sudden, closer than Sheila anticipated her to be, and she was bringing her leg up. There was no time to block, no time to dodge, no time to do anything but realize how much this was going to suck, as she ran headlong into her opponent’s heel, connecting clean on the chin with a blow that sent spittle flying. Her wild mane whip backed in a full arc and her body toppled soon after, crumpling to the mat when her jelly-legs refused to work.

The momentum from her run carried over and sent her rolling after she flopped, turning her fall into a tumble that took her out of the ring. She slid off the apron and came down hard on her back, hitting with an impact that sent shocks down her spin. Sheila pushed up to her feet in a desperate attempt to stand again, but she’d only gone a couple of steps before her legs gave out again, and she wound up flopping over the announcer’s desk for support, laying there with her knees wobbling and her back to the ring.

In short, her world had been thoroughly rocked. It was amazing how a little thing like bad timing could fuck up your entire day.

[skip-stop]

Much better than the Echidna expected. During a fight, it's damn difficult to take into account absolutely all the nuances. Every match of hers, including this one, was proof of that. Even when you are sure that everything is going according to plan, at one moment everything can literally turn upside down. Now the advantage is in your hands, and in a second your affairs are so bad that even the perspective of dying will seem more rosy to you.

Therefore, Nerissa could not afford to count on one hundred percent success. She has already managed to understand to some extent what her rival has made of and what she is capable of. Even despite the speed with which Sheila was moving, it was impossible to exclude the possibility that she would have had time to react to the Echidna's attempt to equalize the scales. Therefore, the Native American woman decided to just act, regardless of the results.

But this time the results were more than satisfactory. Moving towards her rival, the Echidna decided to meet her with a simple but extremely powerful kick. And it paid off in full. She could have sworn she saw the realization in Sheila's eyes that she couldn't avoid it. The Echidna's foot crashed into the blonde's face like a meteorite into a herd of dinosaurs.

The speed of the Australian woman was a major factor in what happened next. Because of the kick, her body leaned back, but inertia continued to pull her forward. Sheila literally flew out of the ring like a cork from a bottle of champagne. Collapsing on the concrete floor, she, to the surprise of absolutely everyone present in the arena, quickly jumped to her feet. Two short steps forward, and then she collapsed a second time, ending up on the commentators' table.

"Wow..." Nerissa said, unable to contain her surprise.

After the kick, she ended up on her ass due to the fact that she could not keep her balance, which was not surprising, because she was still slightly dizzy. But this had its advantages, because thanks to this she saw in all its glory how Elvis has left the building. Because of this unusual and fascinating sight, the Echidna did not even immediately realize that now was not the time to sit on her ass.

Nerissa looked at the ropes. Yes, in another situation, she would probably have used them for a very long jump without hesitation. However, the Native American woman wasn't sure she could do it. If, due to the residual dizziness, she is unable to make a good jump, then it will be the same as if she jumped into a canyon. Perhaps it would be fascinating, but still a very stupid action. A smile appeared on Nerissa's face, because another idea came to her head.

Leaning back, the Echidna lay down on the ring, and then rolled out of it. As soon as her feet were on the concrete floor, she immediately went to her opponent. The Echidna tilted her head to the side and there was a crunch of several cartilages. She stopped in front of the commentators' table and without any remorse put her palm on Sheila's left buttock.

At first, she lightly squeezed this juicy flesh, and then her palm began to rise up. Having passed the entire back of the blonde, Nerissa's palm finally stopped on the back of Sheila's head. She grabbed her opponent's hair and then pulled her up and back, thereby lifting her upper body above the table and causing her neck to arch. Nerissa was going to look into the eyes of the Australian woman if they were open. And at that moment, her smile would have widened. With her free hand, she was going to take the microphone lying on the table.

"Say hello to our viewers, love," she said before quickly running her long tongue over Sheila's lips.

Putting the microphone on the table, she intended to abruptly move Sheila's head down so that her forehead landed right on it. Yes, she wasn't going to deny that she was vindictive. She did not forget the headbutt, after which her head seemed to split in two. And she did not forget that little bite Sheila had given her. In a sense, she was just returning the favor. Although, of course, she also no less strongly wanted to weaken her rival even more.

[BlackAkuma]

Some jackass in the crowd was laughing. Maybe a couple of jackasses. As much as Sheila wanted to be ticked off by that, she couldn't - if she were in the audience, there was a high likelihood that she’d be that jackass.

On the outside, it might’ve looked a little funny. She took the hit and went flying out the ring like she’d got shot by a cannon, and now she was barely standing with this glassy look in her eyes, as if she was taken out of it. While she wouldn’t say she was dominating the match before, she had been in control, and the bout wasn’t even that old. They’d been wrestling for, what? Three minutes? Five, at the most. Maybe too early for her to be acting like she was blown up.

But, sometimes, all it took was one good shot at the right time to ruin your day. Who was it that said something about everyone having a plan until they got knocked in the mouth?

Well, Sheila’s plan was on the floor now, and it was almost laying beside one of her knocked out teeth. Damn.

It had probably been a combination of her running so fast and getting hit so hard that made the boot so painful, and she was feeling it now, reeling from the effects as she picked herself up. She tried to clear the fog as fast as she could, knowing that Echidna would be on her soon enough. Maybe with a suicide dive, or maybe she’d rush out of the ring and just start battering her. She could even go for a weapon, bring this match into hardcore mode. She just had to be ready when she came, and…

Oh.

Sheila gasped as a familiar hand touched her in a familiar spot. Nerissa had a way of touching you, where it was hard and soft at the same time. She wasn’t sure if it was a natural talent or a skill she got from domming, but she could drive you insane with the littlest things. The feel of a hand running up your back, fingers gripping your hair, piercing eyes staring into your soul. Then came the tongue, running over her mouth. She gasped and shivered as she sucked in her lover’s taste and ignited fresh memories.

It was enough to drive her insane, and more importantly, it meant she didn’t see what came next: her head getting rammed against the microphone and the table, hammering into them with stunning force. The blow left her rocked, and if not for Nerissa’s grip on her hair, she would’ve fallen flat. Instead, she stayed standing on her weak legs, hands pressed on the announcer’s table, while she blinked and shook her head - needless to say, this wasn’t helping her regain her senses.

[skip-stop]

Was it cruel? Yes, perhaps. Even Nerissa, despite all her addiction to hardcore, experienced some contradictory feelings at the moment when she sent Sheila's head to meet the microphone and the surface of the table. If any other rival had been in the place of the blonde, she would have done it without the slightest remorse. But in the case of the Australian woman... the Echidna felt a faint prick in her heart.

On the other hand... it was simply impossible to deny that she liked it. Yes, she didn't believe in fate and such absurd things. But for some reason, she knew it was inevitable. From the very first second when she met Sheila, she knew that they would inevitably meet in the ring in order to find out which of them was better both as a fighter and a lover. And the fact that today they fought not only for the sake of victory, but also for the sake of a damn hot fuck, only further inflamed the passion in the air.

After the Echidna smashed her opponent's head into the microphone and the table, Sheila's legs trembled. Nerissa even had to strain her right arm because she felt that if she hadn't done it, then most likely the blonde would have collapsed on the floor. But thanks to the fact that she was still holding her hair, as well as the fact that Sheila put her hands on the table, the Australian woman was able to stay upright. Although, judging by the mist in her eyes, the state of her affairs was rapidly approaching Nerissa's after a series of attacks by the blonde.

"You know..." Nerissa said, taking a step to the side.

Once behind her rival's back, she intended to press her pelvis tightly against the blonde's ass. Considering how short Sheila's shorts and Nerissa's sports panties were, some areas of their skin touched. Letting go of the blonde's hair, she intended to lean forward slightly, so that her breasts pressed into the back of her rival. But her goal was different.

"After I kick your ass..." Nerissa said, placing her palms on the inside of Sheila's thighs. "I will fuck you so hard..." Her palms began to slide up, connecting on the crotch of the Australian woman. "That our last night will seem like a Sunday worship to you..."

With that, her arms would up a little higher, wrapping around Sheila's waist. The Echidna intended to lift her opponent off the floor, and then abruptly lean back in order to use a German suplex to send the head and the entire upper body of the blonde to a tough meeting with the concrete floor!

And only an attentive person would immediately notice that, if successful, Nerissa was not going to let go of her rival's waist. But why ? There was no condition in the match that victory could be obtained outside the ring. But who said she needed a pin? Nerissa intended to roll to the side in order to roll over on her stomach and force Sheila to do the same. Yes, now her intentions became more pure. Lifting Sheila off the floor again, she intended to lean back once more and this time, with the help of a second German suplex, send the Wild One straight to the commentator's table!

[BlackAkuma]

If there was one thing Sheila could count on when it came to her fighting abilities, it was her way of taking a hit and pushing through it, fighting the pain and persisting despite all the damage. She’d spent years in a fighting pit of her own creation, fighting through violence on a level that most wrestlers couldn't even manage, and she always kept coming back, time after time, like some kind of Australian Wolverine. She wasn’t a prideful woman, but that was always something she could brag about.

But it didn’t feel that way. Not today, not with Nerissa, and damn sure not right now, as she leaned on the announcer’s table like she was on the rails of a sinking Titanic. The match was still fairly young, but she was already starting to see the problem here: Nerissa was one tough bitch, too, but she seemed to have the edge when it came to technique, showing the kind of refinement that Sheila had never been able to master. It was a gap that wouldn’t be shrinking before this match ended.

It also didn’t help that Sheila was incredibly fucking horny. But she wouldn’t exactly call that a ‘problem’.

”Ah, fuck…” Sheila’s back arched as Nerissa pressed against her, as if her body had an automatic response to the familiar flesh pressed against it. She thrusted back without even thinking about it, and the two of them did a lover’s dance for a moment. Hips swaying, this way and that, sliding along Echidna's lap, closing her eyes as a soft breasts caressed her back. She could’ve stayed here all night, really.

Nerissa had other plans, though. Plans that involved wrapping her arms around the Wild One’s waist, the obvious precursor to a wrestling classic. ”Ah, fuck, waitwaitwait-”

Sheila made a mad scramble forward as she was lifted up, but it was far too late for that. She brought through the air in an arc, one that ended with her coming down on her head and shoulders on the hard floor for a devastating impact. It left her vision blurred and her consciousness wrecked, putting her in a painful haze…

…but she wasn’t so far gone that she didn’t notice the arms still around her waist after the impact, and what that probably meant. ”Ugh, come on…”

Yup, she was going up again, all right. This time she was brought down on the announcer’s table with a resounding crash, one that obliterated the poorly made furniture on impact and sent monitors and papers flying in every direction. The ironic thing was that it was actually a vast improvement on getting slammed into the bare floor, way less painful, but you wouldn’t have known that to look at Sheila now.

She laid there, arms and legs akimbo, with her eyes shut tight and her mouth set in a grimace, prone and unmoving amidst the destruction.

[skip-stop]

Hell yeah. When Nerissa wrapped her opponent's waist and leaned back, the arena was filled with the screams of the audience. To hear and feel it was a real pleasure for the Native American woman. Of course, you can get such a reaction in any match. But hardcore always opens new boundaries. Because even if you've never crashed your back and the back of your head into a concrete floor, you most likely know that it's much more painful than crashing into a mat.

That's why they liked hardcore. That's why she liked hardcore. Here you have to put everything you have on the line and fight for it. From the first to the last second. Nerissa has never looked for a golden mean. But she never liked it when things went too badly for her. And she never liked it when her own things went too well. Most of all, she liked it when she and her opponent were about equal. This is where the fun begins.

The noise became even louder when, instead of letting go of Sheila, Nerissa turned them over and got back to her feet. The second time the blonde was in the air. And then the crackling of wood filled the arena. The body of the Australian woman passed through the table, which caused wood chips to fly in different directions.

This time, the Echidna let go of her rival and got to her feet. Sheila was lying among the wreckage of the table, monitors and microphones. Nerissa spread her arms a little theatrically to the sides when she looked at the commentators, who were experiencing far from the most pleasant emotions because of their destroyed workplace.

Despite the fact that there were large drops of sweat on Nerissa's body, and there were bruises here and there on her skin, she didn't seem to notice it now. In a way, she was encouraged that she was finally able to feel in her element. When she looked at Sheila, a lot of different thoughts came to her head. And every one of them was lewd. The Echidna once again regretted that she was not smart enough to add a condition to this match that hentai is allowed.

On the other hand, the fact that she couldn't release her current desires made her sexual arousal grow exponentially. It was not difficult to guess what this could lead to as a result. But in any case, before that can possibly happen, she has to win. That was exactly what she was going to do right now.

"What a mess..." she said, stepping on the wreckage of the table.

Sheila probably needed some rest right now. But if she hoped that Nerissa would give her this, then she was very wrong with the choice of a rival. Because right now, the Echidna had only one intention. Beat the shit out of the Australian woman, and then fully enjoy her body in every possible sense.

She intended to grab her opponent's arm and pull her up. As soon as Sheila was in at least a partially vertical position, the Echidna intended to bend down and press her shoulders to the blonde's front side. Using another arm to wrap the Australian woman's leg, Nerissa was going to straighten up to her full height in order to put Sheila on her shoulders in a fireman's carry position.

The noise began to grow. Again. And Nerissa knew why. Those who followed her matches with at least one eye knew some of her preferences. Yes, she was a lightweight. And from a lightweight, they usually expect fairly simple, but fast movements. Nerissa was different from most. She did not have too outstanding physical strength, but nevertheless she very often preferred heavy movements, which were more typical of middleweights and heavyweights. And if someone was ready to say that it didn't look spectacular, then she would gladly hit such a person in the face. And right now she was going to show Sheila why she was challenging her to a hardcore match without a blink.

Holding her opponent by the neck and leg, the Echidna intended to start running forward, bypassing both the wreckage of the table and the commentators. Damn, she couldn't deny that moving like that with Sheila's weight on her shoulders wasn't the easiest task. But the anticipation of the result became her fuel. So what was she up to? There were only spectators in front of her and Sheila. Nope. Not only. There was also a metal barricade.

At the last step, Nerissa intended to push Sheila's leg up and forward in order to turn the blonde over so that she was across the Echidna's stomach. Wrapping her arms around the torso of the Australian woman, Nerissa intended to fall forward in order to not only slam Sheila's back to the top of the metal barricade with the help of a running fireman's carry powerslam, but also to strengthen this whole mass of sensations with her own weight!

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila was smiling.

It would’ve been hard to tell, given her current state. Laid out, wrecked, her long hair masked part of her face, and attention would’ve been drawn to just about everything else. The crowd was too busy looking on in awe as Nerissa continued her path of destruction, far more focused on the way she was annihilating her opponent. But those with sharper eyes would see the hint of a grin trying to work its way through her pained grimace, and wonder if the Wild One had some kind of plan in mind. Maybe a trump card she was preparing to play.

She didn’t. Sheila was just loving this. Here, amidst the wreckage, she was transported back to Australia. She was back in the pit, she was fighting in the wild, brawling outside the ring and doing copious amounts of property damage. A match that stayed in the ring wasn’t a match. She smiled because, as far as she was concerned, the match only really started the moment she went through the table.

It felt good. Bad for her body, but good in other ways, and it only got better when she opened her eyes and saw Nerissa standing there, looming over her, ready to continue the beating. ”More.”

Pressing your opponent to keep the pain coming wasn’t the wisest strategy, but it was what Sheila wanted. Asked and received. Nerissa reached down, seized her arm, and hauled her up. Despite the two women being close in size, Nerissa seemed to be the stronger one between them, possessing a bit more muscle overall, and she displayed that strength when she hefted the Aussie Ace up on her shoulders. It wasn’t good news for her aspirations of winning the match, but at least the view was nice.

Also, it gave Sheila the chance to grope Nerissa’s ass a little, an opportunity she happily took.

She wasn’t able to enjoy the touch for long, however, as her opponent was back on the move in short order, hurtling forward at an alarming pace. Sheila tried to squirm her way out of Nerissa’s grip, but there was just no stopping it at this point - she was moving forward, and there was only one way to go: right into the barricade.

Sheila hit like a battering ram, smashed with enough force to move the metal dividers and shove some of the fans back. She fell to the floor and flopped about like she’d touched a live wire, jerking about and grabbing her aching spine while she hissed through her teeth. It was a bad spot to be in, and she knew it wasn’t likely to get much better, but she was determined to keep pushing through.

”Don’t hold back much, do you?” Sheila warily tried to push her way up to her knees. ”Keep it coming, keep it coming…”

[skip-stop]

There was definitely something strange about it. Despite the fact that things were happening fast enough, Nerissa managed to notice a smile on her rival's face. This is absolutely not what you usually expect from a person, who crashed first into a concrete floor, and then into a wooden table. Of course, Nerissa also knew how to enjoy the match, but even she found the blonde's behavior a little strange.

However, it was no reason to stop for her. Besides, what the Echidna was up to was a good way to check if the smile would disappear from her rival's face. Lifting Sheila onto her shoulders, she headed for the metal barricade. She felt the fingers of the Australian woman squeezed her butt, which once again gave Nerissa a reminder of why she liked this blonde so much.

And although at first it seemed that Sheila did not care much about the current situation, after a few moments she began to resist in an attempt to leave the Echidna's shoulders. But it was already too late.

Throwing the blonde forward, Nerissa used all her own weight to slam Sheila into the metal barricade. Accompanied by the screams of the audience, the metal structure collapsed to the floor, just like both women. Sheila twitched convulsively several times, it seems her spine was clearly not happy about what had just happened.

Nerissa let go of her opponent and got up on one knee. As a result of her actions, they ended up in the fan zone and now they were surrounded by people. However, that wasn't the most important thing. The important thing was that Sheila started moving, trying to get up on her knees. And at the same time, she did not miss the moment to comment on Nerissa's efforts. The words of the Australian woman made Nerissa raise her left eyebrow for a moment.

In a way, it was like the scene of some classic American action movie. The main character tells the villain to hit him. Then again and again. Despite all the efforts that the villain makes, these blows don't seem to work. And at a certain point, the main character says "now it's my turn", after which he knocks all the shit from the villain. Did Sheila really expect it to be like this? Did she really think she could absorb so much pain and then just pretend she was okay? Yes, that would be very cool. The only problem was that life is not an American action movie.

"No problem, love," Nerissa said.

Turning to one of the audience, who was standing nearby and clearly enjoying the fact that the show was right in front of him, the Echidna stretched out her hand to him. And only an absolute idiot wouldn't have guessed what exactly she wanted from him. Realizing that Nerissa would unlikely to be happy with the refusal, he handed her his half-empty bottle of beer.

Nerissa intended to defiantly take a big sip, while making a sound of true pleasure. Yes, she really liked beer, although not to the same extent as good whiskey. A sip of this drink refreshed her. And that was good. Because she was going to flip the glass bottle in one motion, and then smash it on her rival's head. Ask, and it shall be given to you. Sheila asked. And Nerissa saw no reason to refuse her.

[BlackAkuma]

With the fight spilling into the audience, LAW staff moved in high gear, following their protocols for this exact situation. It was all too for a fan to get mixed up in these brawls, either by accident or on purpose, and then you were dealing with injuries and lawsuits out the ass. It was something Sheila never had to deal with in her mini-promotion, one of the benefits of having an audience composed mostly of your neighbors, but this was a different place where people had different attitudes about getting their heads kicked in.

The audience was pushed back as much as anyone could’ve hoped for, giving the two combatants more ample room to fight. Of the two fighters, Sheila was the one who needed it more. She was hardly able to stand at the moment, her back still wrecked from that hellish crash. Bruises were forming, and her outfit, not put together all that well in the first, was getting tattered, with one of the straps ripped off and half of her breasts exposed.

Sheila made no moves to correct it, though, since nip slips were the absolute least of her worries at the moment. She was far more concerned with the dark-skinned Amazon baring down on her, coming at her with a confident air, so unbothered that she could even pause for a quick stolen beer. She had every right to be, too - the match was firmly in her hands at this point, driving things forward at her own pace, and the crowd could feel it. More and more cheers were coming her way, egging her on as she moved in.

But Sheila wasn’t done. Not just yet.

The showboating gave her some time to recover, which she’d need, as her opponent came her with the glasses bottle. She had a good idea what was coming, but knowing it and stopping it were two different things - she couldn't move fast enough to block or dodge the blow as it came in, crashing against her face, hitting with such a loud, crashing impact that it left her ears ringing. Her forehead was cut open, creating a gash that would be pouring in a few moments, and she rocked back on her stumbling heels, as her wet, sweaty hair covered her face in a matted mask.

She was still awake, though. She was still alive. She still had enough sense to know how this was going, and realize that, if she didn’t mount some offense, she was going to be Nerissa’s chewtoy for the rest of the match. Which, being honest, wouldn’t have been the worst thing, but it wasn’t what she was here for. She was here to fight, and more than anything, she was here to impress the woman in front of her.

Sheila faltered, almost fell to her knee, but she planted her feet at the last second and kept standing, albeit wearily. The Aussie Ace gritted her teeth and lunged forward, throwing a wild, desperate haymaker from below. It was sloppy, even by her standards, but she wasn’t looking to make it pretty - she just wanted the damn thing to hit.

[skip-stop]

Just in time. Because of the commotion, Nerissa did not have time to realize that the security guards and other staff began to clear the area around the women. It seems that everything depended on what kind of arena the action was taking place in. Some time ago, she fought in her hometown, San Jose. And although she found herself in about the same situation, at that time few people were in a hurry to fence her and Sienna from the fans surrounding them.

Therefore, the Native American woman managed to pick up a bottle of beer from the nearest spectator in time, because after a few seconds the security guards forced him and many others to step aside. However, Nerissa wasn't going to object, she had other concerns.

And although showing off was not part of her plans, the Echidna found that the sip of beer she took gave Sheila a little time, which turned out to be enough for the blonde to get to her feet. Now she looked far from as fresh as at the beginning of the match. Not only because of the bruises, but also because her suit was torn in some places.
Nevertheless, she stubbornly continued to get to her feet. Her willpower was commendable. But this did not become a reason for Nerissa to stop, on the contrary. With a wave of her hand, she hit the glass bottle on the top of her rival's head.

There was a loud sound of broken glass and with it the fragments flew in different directions. Somewhere in the area of the Australian woman's forehead, a wound appeared, from which blood began to ooze at the same second. Yes, perhaps it was much more cruel than throwing on a metal barricade. But they both knew what they were doing when they agreed to this match. They both wanted to test each other. And Nerissa believed that if she held back, it would be disrespectful to her rival.

And since Nerissa respected both Sheila's abilities and her fortitude, she wasn't going to hold back. The blonde staggered so much that her fall seemed inevitable. The Echidna took a step towards her opponent, intending not to let her fall and instead continue the offensive with a new attack.

This second seemed to last forever. Suddenly Sheila found her balance. But not only. Her fist went diagonally from the bottom up straight into the face of the Native American woman. It was fast. It was unexpected. The Echidna's brain didn't have time to send an impulse in time. Her eyes widened at the realization that she couldn't protect herself. Sheila's fist smashed right into her nose.

"Guuuhhhh!!!!"

The force of the punch was more than enough for Nerissa to be thrown back. A white flash appeared in front of her eyes, and her head was filled with pain in the blink of an eye. Only now she threw her hands up, but only to cover her nose. Her legs trembled and it looked like it was her turn to fall. But Sheila wasn't the only one with great willpower. Nerissa literally forced herself to put her right foot back a step in order to stop and find balance.

The pain in the center of her face made her lean forward. She felt that she could not breathe through her nose and that was a good reason. Removing her hands from her nose, she discovered that her green gloves had turned red. Blood was flowing from both of her nostrils. First on the lips, then on the chin, and then right on the concrete floor. Only by a miracle her nose wasn't broken. And while the audience was screaming, clearly impressed by this course of events, Nerissa began to tremble.

Surely everyone who was looking at her now had different thoughts about this. Someone probably thought that this punch was just too strong and that her thoughts are confused now. Someone probably thought that she was scared, because even after all, her opponent was capable of such effective attacks. Someone probably thought that she was sure that everything was under her control and that she did not expect such a turn.

Due to the fact that the Native American woman's head was lowered, no one saw her face. But she wasn't the type who liked long-term intrigues, so she soon raised her head. From right to left ear, there was a bloody smile on her face. She looked at Sheila with fire in her eyes. She wasn't trembling because she was afraid or because she was in too much pain. She was trembling because of excitement.

"Now that's a fucking match, love..." she said in a hissing voice.

Pushing off from the concrete floor, she rushed straight to her opponent. Yes, now she finally felt what she loved so much. Not when she's being thrown around the ring like a doll. Not when she's beating a helpless opponent. But when both she and her opponent are knocking the shit out of each other until only one of them is left standing at the end.

Taking as much speed as possible in the current situation, she intended to push off the concrete floor once more. This time in order to leap forward and up. At the same second, the Echidna was going to bend her right leg at the knee and pull this knee up to her chest in order to ram Sheila's chin with a running single leg high knee! This hardcore match has just begun. And Nerissa intended to go all out against this woman because fuck damn it, Sheila deserved it!