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

[BlackAkuma]

”Stupid, fucking, god damn-” One step. ”Got to be fucking kidding me…” Another step. ”Falls count anywhere, who ever heard…”

Sheila supposed she couldn't be mad at anyone other than herself, but that didn’t change the fact that she was kind of ticked off at the moment. It just seemed so inconvenient - if they could fight anywhere, why couldn't she win anywhere? Why make things more complicated than they had to be? God, she was liking Japan for the most part so far, but their focus on rules could be grating. She made a mental note to check things better from now on and insist that any match she had wasn’t limited to just winning between the ropes.

Whatever. Whatever. She had a job to do.

And it wasn’t an easy one, either. As much as she would’ve liked to just hoist Echidna up on her shoulders and march her down to the ring like she was a caveman bringing home a carcass for dinner, the sad fact was that she simply did not have the energy for that kind of action. Not even close. So, while she knew it would suck, this was just about the only way to get her down to the ring, short of dragging her by her legs or hair, which would definitely have sucked a great deal more. Even still, it was far from easy, with Nerissa not exactly doing her part to keep things up.

Every step was harder than the last, every movement seemed to draw and demand more energy, and she could tell it wasn’t the most pleasant thing for her opponent, either. ”I’m planning on it, okay?” She growled back through gritted teeth, as she had to shove a particularly zealous fan out of their way. ”Not a walk in the park for me, either, dead cert.”

They weren’t too far off, managing to reach the barricade, with security working in overtime to keep the path clear. Sheila had just started to contemplate how she was going to get Nerissa over the damned thing when her opponent gave her something far more pressing to focus on - namely, a fist sinking deep into her stomach, knocking all the wind clean out of her body and folding her in half.

Sheila croaked and stumbled to the side with her mouth wide open, clutching her stomach as she went. As much as the hit itself sucked, the surprise of it all was what made it worse - where was Nerissa getting this energy from? How could she still hit that hard?

…it was kind of ufcking sexy, really, seeing her stand, covered in sweat, fighting like a wild animal, but it just drove Sheila harder to put her down. She’d gone through hell just to swing things in her favor, and there was just no way she was letting that momentum go now.

She had just the move for it, too. Sheila fell to a knee, reeling from the blow, then rose up quick and shot her leg out towards Nerissa’s chin, trying to put her down with a quick, slick superkick.

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"Fuck... fuck... fuck fuck fuck..." that was the only thing in Nerissa's head at the moment.

She had no doubts about Sheila giving her a hell of a match. But this blonde turned out to be a real beast and perhaps even more stubborn than Nerissa herself. She literally refused to lose. And it tore the Native American woman apart. On the one hand, she respected every fucking effort that Sheila made to win. But on the other hand, she wanted to scream at the top of her voice because of the fact that she still couldn't send the Australian woman down.

The Echidna was only a few millimeters away from victory when her opponent found the strength to completely turn the game around. They were both weakened, yes. But the stunner Sheila used literally knocked the shit out of Nerissa. Even now, when the blonde was pulling her back to the ring, blood was actively dripping from her face. Some viewers even wondered. After everything that has happened here, will the winner be able to use the prize after the bell rings? Good question. But Nerissa didn't have time to think about it.

There was only one thing that mattered to her right now. She needed to regain at least some control over the situation. And although she rarely doubted her own strength, now she was fully aware that there was almost no living space left on her body. Her strength was running out. The fog before her eyes turned into darkness every now and then. Her mind wanted to go to sleep. But before that would happen, she wanted to make sure she gave her rival every last drop.

It was with that thought in mind that she sent her fist into Sheila's stomach. Yes, it definitely wasn't her best punch, Nerissa wasn't going to deny it. However, it was the best she could do, considering all things. Yes, stubbornness is not always enough to change the situation. But she hoped that now was the case when her stubbornness would allow her to stay in the game.

Her knuckles crashed into the blonde's abs and in the same second the grip on her head disappeared. Sheila staggered slightly to the side, but the most important thing was that she folded in half. Apparently Nerissa was right. Even if it wasn't her best punch, now they were both weakened to such an extent that even such a punch had a very big effect.

When the grip on her head disappeared, the Echidna immediately dropped to one knee, because in fact Sheila was her only support. She even had to put her palm on the floor in order to keep her balance. Still unable to breathe through her nose, she gulped air greedily through her mouth. Despite her blurred vision, she saw that her opponent had also dropped to one knee. It was a chance. A chance not to be missed. Something told Nerissa that if she didn't give everything she had left right now, then her path to victory would end. So she held her breath and pushed off the floor with her palm, straightening up to her full height. And then...

Her opponent did the same. But much faster. And by the time the Echidna got to her feet, her opponent's foot was already heading towards her face. At that moment, the arena seemed to sink into an icy silence. And then there was a click. So loud that it echoed throughout the arena. Sheila's boot smashed right into the center of Nerissa's face. In the split second that separated her from the end, the Echidna managed to realize that in Sheila's place she would not have been able to do something like this. And now her rival has already beaten her twice. First in the case of the stunner, and now in the case of the kick. Just like she thought a minute ago. Her opponent literally refused to lose.

She didn't even scream. And the reason for this was simple. The moment the boot slammed into her face, the light in her mind turned off. The force of the kick was so great that Nerissa was literally lifted off the floor. Her body rose into the air and she flew over the metal barricade. In absolute silence, she fell back onto the concrete. Only after that, the audience screamed like wild animals, praising what Sheila had just done.

Nerissa's arms and legs were spread out randomly. Her head was turned to the side. Her eyes were closed. Her lips were torn in several more places. And the rapidly flowing blood from her face has already begun to form a puddle under her head. Even her breathing was so weak that her chest hardly moved. She felt such pain that it was impossible to describe in words, but even so, Nerissa could not even utter a painful groan due to the complete lack of strength.

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila landed the superkick, but there was a world of difference between landing a blow like that and landing it well. Hers hit more on the former side - a shallow, frail imitation of the perfected form. She could actually do the move pretty well, one of the few attacks she’d gotten down when she was formally trained as a wrestler, but you wouldn’t know that to look at the way she landed it.

The legs were a little bent, even after the impact, because she couldn't gauge the distance properly with her fading eyes. She didn’t have the balance to really land the blow like she wanted, her footing was wrong, and she even wound up shifting a bit after the impact. It was so bad that, after she landed the blow, she wound up falling flat on her ass. Not the best look.

But, hey - it worked. So…fuck it.

Sheila fell on her back, grasping her stomach as she reeled from the blow, but she was still able to look up and see the fruits of her labor. The blow had not only knocked the seven shades of shit out of Nerissa, but it also sent her sailing over the barricade - convenient, to say the least, since Sheila hadn't the foggiest idea how else she was going to do it. The crowd was giving her no shortage of praise over it, too, and while she wanted nothing more than to get up and bathe in the adulation, she knew that wasn’t an option. She had to get back into the action. Back into the fight.

Groaning, aching, hurting all over, she reached over and used a discarded chair for support as she pushed her way up, rising up to one unsteady foot, then another. Once she had a good vertical base, she rolled over the barricade and managed to come out standing on the other side - a small miracle - leaving her to stand over Nerissa. Or what was left of her.

It was kind of crazy, but even now, knocked out and bleeding, she was still the sexiest thing Sheila had ever seen. Hard to believe a woman like this would ever get in bed with her, even harder to believe that she’d ever go for a match like this, but here they were. Nerissa was about to be hers, all hers, and all she had to do was close the deal.

That little thought was enough to push Sheila on, giving her the burst of energy she needed to grab her opponent’s head, haul her back up and drag her hard to the side of the ring, where she promptly rolled the woman’s lifeless body in under the ropes. ”Sorry,” She grumbled under her breath, whispering raspy words. ”Not the way I like to do this, most times. But I’ll make it up to you, promise.”

Sheila slid into the ring, crawled over to Nerissa, and pulled the Echidna up to her feet by the shoulders - up, up, up, just enough to get her standing. Once she was erect, she moved as fast as her body would allow, spinning around, catching her with a three-quarter facelock, the Kitchen Sink[/i] - once more, to end the match.

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Being in a semi-conscious state, Nerissa hardly understood what was happening around her. The sensitivity was still with her, which did not allow her to forget about the pain, but everything else seemed to be in darkness. Events have ceased to be in her favor. It brought back memories, though even Nerissa wasn't sure if they were her own memories. But she had the feeling that this had happened before. She threw everything she had at her rival, but time after time Sheila found a way to get ahead of her. The result was obvious. The Echidna was lying on the concrete floor in her own blood.

The Native American woman's mind slowly began to clear up. A ray of light seemed to appear among the endless darkness. Only after a few moments she realized that it was only because she opened her eyes. Yes, she was awake, but she was still in a fog. Nerissa couldn't even focus her eyes. The blurry picture in her eyes kept slipping back into darkness.

"Ummmhh..." she groaned because of the pain that came at her with a vengeance.

All she had the strength to do was put her right hand on her lips. Now she remembered what had happened a few moments ago. She failed once again. She was trying to fix the situation, then a kick in the face quickly cooled her ardor. Her lips were numb, but when she touched them with her palm, she felt that they were torn in several places. And when she looked at the palm, she could see even through the fog that all her fingers and glove were covered with her own blood.

Was she ready to continue the fight? The answer to this question was received at the moment when Sheila came up to her and grabbed her. Nerissa literally could not stand on her feet, which is why her opponent had to drag her like a sack of potatoes. Did she want to do something? Certainly. The Echidna wanted to beat the shit out of this blonde. Nothing personal. She just wanted to show what she was made of. But how strong was this desire?

When the Australian woman grabbed Nerissa's head and threw her into the ring, the Echidna rolled several times, leaving a large bloody trail every time her face came into contact with the mat. Well, she's back in the ring. Not thanks to her own efforts, but she's back. And even the fog in her head did not prevent her from understanding why Sheila brought her back here. The blonde was determined to get the victory and it was possible to do it only in the ring.

Should she just relax and lose? Judging by Sheila's words, she was really going to take care of her. Sounds good, very good. Even the fact that this will be the third defeat out of five matches faded a little against the background of the prospect of finally allowing yourself to rest. In the end, it's not a shame to lose in such a match. That's what Sheila was trying to convey to her, right? The Australian woman wanted to show what she was capable of. She wanted to show that she could handle even such a hardcore match. The Echidna sensed these intentions at the moment when the Wild One grabbed her again, forcing her to her feet.

The blonde's arms wrapped around Nerissa's head. A familiar feeling. Memories knocked on the door. Memories of how Sheila completely turned the course of the match by wrapping her head in the same way, and then dropping her head on the shoulder. At that moment, Nerissa had to decide if she was really ready to stop now. She knew that if she allowed the Australian woman to do this, she would be in for another second of pain, and then she would lose consciousness.

"Keep dreaming, love..." Nerissa croaked.

Stubbornness? Fortitude? No, even these things had nothing to do with it. It was a matter of choice. When you don't have a choice, that's one thing. But Nerissa had a choice. And she would rather die than voluntarily accept defeat. Therefore, despite the pain, she threw both hands up.

At the moment when Sheila intended to make a jump in order to land on her ass and send Nerissa into oblivion, the Echidna intended to remove one of her rival's hands from her head, and then push the Wild One in the back as hard as her condition allowed. In this way she wanted to force Sheila to go to the ropes. It was hard to tell if it was an act of desperation or not, since Nerissa could barely stand on her feet. But she knew something. If Sheila wanted to win today, then she would have to kill her, because otherwise she would rather break every bone in her own body than let the Australian woman walk away with a victory today. It was this meaning that Nerissa was going to put into a lariat, with which she intended to send the Wild One down at the moment when she bounced off the ropes.

[BlackAkuma]

One move. Just one more move, and Sheila could bring this all to a close. It had been a long, insane, bitch of a fight, it had taken everything she had to give, it had been the kind of brawl that she could only have dreamed of having in Japan, and she’d gotten everything she wanted - almost. Almost.

She still had to close this. She still had to seal the deal. Once she landed this Kitchen Sink, she could drop Nerissa, go for the pin, take the match, then spend the next few minutes just snogging with the woman in front of the world like rutting animals. It would be wild, it would be hot, it would be the greatest thing she could fathom doing in her entire LAW career. Fuck titles, fuck tournaments, she wanted Nerissa and she wanted her now.

She locked in the hold, readied herself to jump up, prepared for the plunge, and then everything went so very wrong.

She had just started to leave the floor when she felt a hard push at her back, an impossible amount of force coming from an unthinkable source. How was Nerissa still going? There was tenacity, toughness, and then there was whatever-the-fuck this woman was on. She’d seemed out on her feet a second ago, so much that Sheila’d almost thought her final move would just be a formality, a way to make sure the match was hers.

This kind of resistance was wholly out of left field, and you could see the shock on Sheila’s face as she stumbled towards the ropes, arms swinging all the way. Sheila hit the ropes with her back to them, going off pure reflex, and came bursting forward with her unsteady steps, coming close to tripping along the way.

Maybe it would’ve been better if she had fallen flat on her face. That would’ve been embarrassing, but not anywhere near as painful as the lariat she wound up walking into. Nerissa’s stiff strike landed on target and sent the Aussie Ace flipping head over heels, full rotation the ended with her flat on the floor, arms and legs splayed wide. She looked like she’d just been in a car wreck, and she felt about the same.

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Nerissa was completely satisfied with her life in San Jose. The bloody matches of underground wrestling brought her money and pleasure. There was no respect between the fighters. Everything was as simple as possible. You want money and local fame? Then beat the shit out of your opponent in the most brutal ways. A simple, but effective scheme. That's what Nerissa has been doing for most of the last few years. And although she was happy because of her free life, she always felt that she was missing something.

Therefore, when after one of the matches, when she was sitting on the bloody body of her opponent, the Englishwoman of a businesslike appearance approached her and offered a contract with LAW. She agreed almost without hesitation. One-way ticket. And here she is in Japan. Here she was going to find everything she missed in her hometown.

And although her career did not start the way she would have liked, the native American woman did not even think to give up. Of course, she hated losing. But only an idiot would count on permanent victories. It doesn't happen that way. This is a fact. Except for one, but it's not about that right now. Nerissa didn't have a definite plan, but she knew exactly what she wanted.

Nerissa preferred to think that her life was like a hurricane that she could control. However, Sheila burst into her life so quickly that even Nerissa herself has not yet fully realized how much it has changed her. Even in the context of this match. Yes, Nerissa always aspired to win. But this time she wanted to win so much that she just couldn't describe it in words. The Echidna wanted to defeat the Wild One. She wanted to fuck her in front of all these viewers. She wanted to experience such ecstasy, which she had never experienced before.

This desire became fuel for her, which gave her strength. The Native American woman pushed Sheila in the back, not allowing her to end the match with her destructive move. And although Nerissa was still catastrophically weakened, her rival's strength was also running out. Thanks to this, the blonde did not have time to react to what the Echidna had prepared for her.

Nerissa's outstretched arm slammed into between the Australian woman's neck and chest. The ground went out from under Sheila's feet. She rose into the air for a moment, and then fell to the mat with a crash. The Echidna staggered. She even had to put her palms on her knees in order to keep her balance. The Native American woman was breathing raggedly. The muscles in her body ached with pain, she felt terribly tired. However, now she again had a chance to finish it all.

"Don't make me break you, okay?" she said, wiping the blood from her face.

Nerissa rarely doubted her abilities, but now she had many reasons to doubt that she would be able to lift Sheila and make a powerful throw. However, the Native American woman considered herself a very versatile fighter. Not in too large numbers, but there were submission holds in her arsenal. And one of the most painful she intended to use right now.

Taking a wide step, she was going to stand over her opponent to face her feet. Nerissa was lucky that her opponent was very light, because it allowed her to fully unleash the potential of this submission hold. Taking a deep breath, the Echidna intended to bend down and grab the ankles of the Wild One. The native American woman intended to cross Sheila's legs like a figure four and fix them with her hands in order to deprive the blonde of the opportunity to escape. And if she succeeded, then she would have only one simple thing left to do. Nerissa was going to straighten up to her full height in order to force Sheila to be on her stomach first, and then lift her body into the air. It was her protective instinct. And it was meant to make Sheila submit because of the wild pain in her legs and back.

[BlackAkuma]

World spinning, head spinning with it, eyes rolling, equilibrium well and truly fucked. Sheila was in a bad spot, thoroughly hammered by Nerissa’s wild attack. It had done such a number on her that she felt it still would’ve thrown her for a loop, even if she’d been at 100%, and she was so far from that. It was getting harder and harder to find any part of her body that didn’t feel like it had been run over by a truck. She could catch a glimpse of herself on the big screen, good enough to see how well she was worked over - she looked like she’d just crawled through a warzone.

She was finished. She knew it. Whatever Nerissa did next, she wouldn’t be able to withstand it, but that didn’t stop her from making one last, futile attempt at movement, forcing her body to move despite all its countless protests. Just a little more. A little further. A little harder. Sheila had one move left to use, one last bullet in the chamber. If she could only get on two feet and stand, then maybe, just maybe, she could pull something out of her arse, but first she had to get up.

”Comeoncomeoncomeoooooooooon.”

She was only starting to push her way up when she heard Nerissa’s voice coming from behind, her honeyed tones just barely carrying over the raucous crowd. It was enough to bring out a deep, rumbling chuckle from Sheila, though a cough came right after it. ”Babe,” She spat off to the shoulder, then looked over her shoulder, making sure she could see the raw lust through all the pain. . [color=0range]”I want you to break me.”[/color]

If her opponent replied, Sheila couldn't hear it over the sound of the roaring crowd, as their voices rose in anticipation of the final plunge. The next thing she knew, her legs were caught and lifted up, in the beginnings of what appeared to be a figure-four. It seemed like Nerissa was going for some variant of it, and while she was curious about what that would entail, she wasn’t nearly interested enough to suffer through it.

Sheila waited until the last moment, right when Nerissa was going in to clench the hold and take it all, then struck out, shooting her leg out for a stiff shot aimed at the Native American’s face. She rolled away from the impact and tumbled under the ropes and onto the apron, seeing the potential for a way to shift things back in her favor and win the match…but she wasn’t quite sure if the opening was there. She’d see in a moment.

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"Hot damn, love..." Nerissa said softly in response to Sheila's words.

The corners of the Echidna's bloody lips lifted. How could this woman be so hot? Especially now, when Nerissa was going to finish her. They beat each other to such an extent that it seemed like they were both dragged through a wood chopper. And yet she said she wanted Nerissa to break her. Damn. There is no other like Sheila. Definitely.

Well. The Echidna wasn't going to keep the Australian woman waiting. If she wanted Nerissa to break her, then she would surely like the hold that the Native American woman intended to use. Grabbing her opponent's ankles, she crossed her legs in a figure four. She added this hold to her arsenal because this hold made it possible to control the pressure on the opponent's back and leg joints. Thus Nerissa could torment her rivals, gradually increasing the amount of pain. However, in the case of Sheila, she wasn't going to hold back, she wanted to bring down a real hell on the joints and back of the blonde.

At least that was her plan. Until the moment the Australian woman's foot crashed into her face. Again.

"Uuummmgghhh!!!" a groan of agony escaped Nerissa's lips.

She didn't even have time to figure out exactly what had happened. But the fact remained. Sheila found the strength again to prevent Nerissa from winning. The flow of blood, which had only recently ceased to be so intense, again ran down the face of the Echidna. It was as if a light had been quickly turned on and off several times in her head. Covering her face with her hands, she staggered from side to side for a few seconds, and then fell to her knees.

The upper part of Nerissa's body began to lean forward and in order not to fall flat on the mat, she was forced to remove one of her hands from her face. Placing her left palm on the mat, Nerissa was able to avoid a complete fall. When she opened her mouth to inhale air, a stream of scarlet liquid rushed onto the mat. How many hits in the face did she get during this match? Nerissa lost count...

"Fuck..." she muttered. "Again... and again... and again..."

The fact that she couldn't beat Sheila literally started driving her crazy. It seemed to her that every time she approached victory, some unknown force threw her back. Although, of course, it was just a metaphor. It was just Sheila herself. This woman was incredibly strong. Perhaps the strongest of those whom Nerissa met in the LAW ring.

Nerissa tried to get to her feet. But as soon as she pushed off the mat with her palm, her body immediately returned down as if there was something very heavy on her back. The light in her eyes filled with blood and tears was getting dimmer and dimmer. Gritting her teeth, the Echidna tried to get to her feet again. This attempt was more successful because the Native American woman was able to get up on one knee.

She was in a very bad condition. Each of her matches was tough, but she has never been so beaten. And although she was insanely excited by the fact that she met such a strong opponent, she felt that defeat was coming to her. No, she couldn't let that happen. However, first she needed to understand where the Wild One had gone after kicking her in the face? To this end, Nerissa looked around, trying to find Sheila with a misty look.

[BlackAkuma]

The pained, anguish filled noise that Nerissa made was all the confirmation that Sheila needed to know in order to gauge how well her counterattack had landed, but Sheila looked over her shoulder just in case, wanting to make sure that her opponent hadn't pulled a Terminator and soldiered through the blow. Sure enough, she was greeted with the sight of her opponent teetering back, on the verge of collapse, leanin, leanin, leaning…then fallin down to her knees, her world epically rocked.

It was kind of sad, in a way. Like shooting a deer or something. Sheila liked every inch of this woman, but her face had always been the center of her attention. Those fiendish eyes, bespeckled skin, the long slope of nose and those perfectly kissable lips all came together to create the perfect package. Seemed like a crime to mess it up as much as she had throughout this match.

She’d make it up to the Native American. Hadn't settled on the exact way to do that yet, but she had some fun ideas they would both enjoy.

Sheila’s mind scrambled as she tried to suss out her next move. She figured there was enough energy left in her tank for one move and one move only, but what would she go for? Head trauma was working well for her so far, but how could she keep that up? An ordinary superkick wouldn’t do the trick - who ever heard of someone winning a match with that move? Maybe another Kitchen Sink, sure - there was no way another one wouldn’t do the trick. But Nerissa had that one scouted out. Even in her wrecked form, there was a chance it could bite Sheila in the ass.

She needed to go big. She needed some height. She needed…

”Oh, that’s a bonzer idea.”

Sheila muttered under her breath with a knowing smirk as she rolled under the bottom rope and crawled along the apron like a sluggish, dragging her legs over the edge until she reached the turnbuckle. There, she grabbed one of the pads, then the other, then the other, using them for support and pulling her way up to her feet.

She mustered the last bit of herself, spurred on by the rising cries of the crowd, calling her to action. She made her way to the top and crouched there, perched like an eagle to strike, just as Nerissa was starting to get her bearings and hone in on her. Almost, almost there, and-

”I got you!”

Sheila took flight and launched herself off the turnbuckle with arms open wide, soaring over her foe and turning her body into a flip. She came down just in front of her opponent and attempted to grab Nerissa’s head in a three-quarter facelock as she plummeted - the deadliest version of her finishing move, the Kitchen Sink.

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She'll have to spend the next few days sticking her face in a bath of ice. Nerissa had no doubts about that. Of course, her whole body was covered with bruises and wounds, but of her beautiful face remained only memories. Black spots, widespread blood, torn lips. All this did not portend any good consequences. Physiology is difficult to deceive and she was sure that tomorrow her face would turn into an ugly wrinkled potato. However, tomorrow is tomorrow. You should live today.

Nerissa lost track of time. She didn't even know how much time had passed since she received the last kick in the face. That was the main reason she didn't see Sheila right away. Looking around, she did not find the blonde and the fog in her eyes had nothing to do with it.

Then something happened that Nerissa experienced extremely rarely. A chill ran down her spine. There are no people who do not feel fear. Nerissa had a bad feeling. Gritting her teeth because of the pain, the Echidna, still standing on one knee, turned to the left side. It was then that she realized why she was visited by a feeling of fear. She had finally found her rival. Right on the top turnbuckle.

It was fascinating. Sheila, standing on the top turnbuckle, looked beautiful. Sheila took the lead at the beginning of the match, then Nerissa was able to balance the scales, and then the Australian woman again broke out on top. Nerissa tried to resist, but the Wild One inexorably dragged the Echidna to defeat. And now, when Nerissa, barely conscious, stood in front of Sheila towering over her, it was worthy of some artist to make a picture of it. Could there be anything better than this moment? Yes. What exactly? The moment when the Wild One jumped forward. Nerissa closed her eyes. Time seemed to have stopped for her.

"I got you..." she mentally repeated the words of her rival.

She wasn't in the habit of denying the obvious. Sheila deserved to win. This blonde was incredibly strong, and the strength of her soul amazed even the wildest imagination. In this match, she managed to surprise Nerissa many times, finding a way out of almost hopeless situations. And although Nerissa did not expect an easy match, she also did not expect that Sheila would give her such a hard challenge. And now, when she was on one knee right in front of Sheila flying towards her, she could just accept defeat.

But did Nerissa really give the Wild One everything she had? Judging by the amount of damage her body took, she gave even more than she had. The question was something else. Was all this enough to really impress Sheila? Because that's what was important to Nerissa. Meeting this woman was a breath of fresh air in her life. And even though it was their first fight, it seemed to Nerissa that they had been fighting for ages. The Native American woman bit the right edge of her lower lip. She bit into her own lip so hard that a new trickle of blood ran down her chin.

Resisting the pain that filled every cell of her body, the Echidna opened her eyes and got to her feet. Tilting her head forward, she threw both hands up. Sheila fell on her shoulders and at the same moment Nerissa's left hand rested on her opponent's neck, and her right hand grabbed the blonde's thigh. By the weight of the Wild One the Echidna's knees bent, which brought her closer to the mat. In the absolute silence of the shocked audience, she closed her eyes. It seemed to her that an entire planet was on her shoulders. She was ready to just fall on the mat.

"Not true, love..." she hissed through clenched teeth, opening her eyes. "Because..."

Putting all her perseverance and willpower, the Echidna straightened to her full height, holding Sheila on her shoulders in a fireman's carry position. The last attempt. The last charge. If even now her opponent finds the strength to prevent her, then so be it, then she will accept defeat. But not before she shows Sheila what she's made of. And now, when the arena was filled with deafening screams, it was the right moment.

"I got you!" she said, after which a wide smile from ear to ear reappeared on her exhausted face.

Nerissa intended to turn to the side while simultaneously throwing Sheila's legs forward in order to create torque. And the last thing she had to do was fall backwards, dragging down the Wild One with her. She intended to give the blonde maximum speed in order to smash her face and her whole body into the mat. It was her Echidna's poison. This was her last attempt to get a victory. Nerissa had put everything on the line against this woman. The woman who gave her a match that she will never forget. The woman who had penetrated her heart. The woman who made the Echidna's soul stir. The woman she wanted to surpass today.