Kuroi Kamakaze vs. Sheila Morgan - Chaotic Elements

[BlackAkuma]

Uuuuuuuugh. Those kicks. Sheila was starting to pick up on an annoying but persistent pattern with Kuroi. Whenever it looked like she was about to gain some ground, whenever the tide was starting to turn, the bitch would pull off some shit straight out the Raid and wreck all of her momentum. It was a consistent problem, but one she couldn't figure out much of a solution for.

Having Kuroi’s knee in her stomach wasn’t helping the thought process, either. Sheila was just starting to get her wits about her when it came in fast, sinking deep into her breadbasket and folding her clean in half. She kept it there, too, refusing to let her fall, drawing this out for her own kicks.

The slap across the face did help bring Sheila back to life, even if it was only because of the fiery rage surging through her veins. Much as she wanted to do something with that, though, Kuroi was too quick. Even when she backed off for a second, Sheila wasn’t able to strike before her foot shot out and pinned her against the turnbuckle, choking her out with her bare sole. Desperate, choking, fighting for life, all she could do was struggle and feebly push at her foe’s foot, trying to get it loose. If only there was something she could grab on to, something she could reach, something, something like…

…huh.

A pained smirk worked its way through Sheila’s grimace and her hand stopped pushing on Kuroi’s ankle and choose a target further down. ”Buy…shoes…”

As those strained words came out, Sheila’s hand found Kuroi’s pinky toe, squeezed it tight, and began to torque it in a direction it was never meant to go, threatening to dislocate the tiny digit if her opponent didn't let up real fast.

[PuroQueen]

Kuroi could feel the frantic breaths of Sheila's throat underneath her sole, she could see the frustration and desperation in Sheila's face. Kuroi stared up wide eyed as her opponent flailed around in despair beneath her heel, the way the wrestler's body writhed in a futile attempt to escape only managing to bring an even wider smile to newcomer's lips.

Until Sheila said something that even Kuroi thought was a little... odd.

"Buy shoes, huh?" Kuroi mumbled, her eyes glancing down to peak at her opponent's own choice of open footwear. "Thanks Luffy, but I don't think you're any position to be giving fashion advice" Kuroi said with a sarcastic grunt, her heel beginning to dig even deeper into Sheila's throat to shut the girl up for good.

It was only when her eyes glanced back upwards did the intent behind Sheila's words finally become crystal clear. "YEOW! Wha-LEGGO!" Kuroi screamed as her toe was suddenly bent in all sorts of unnatural directions. It didn't take long for Kuroi to realize that whether or not she came out of this with a toe fracture was fully contingent on whether or not she let go of the hold. Not that it was really a matter of debate at this point anyways...

Kuroi released the corner choke with one last harsh push of her foot against Sheila's neck before she herself collapsed butt-first onto the mat. "What the fuck!?" Kamikaze's eyes shifted between Sheila and the referee. The official's expressionless face said it all: While definitely unconventional, the move was certainly legal. "But... that's not even a real... FUCK YOU!" Kuroi spit her vitriol equally towards the official and her opponent alike, her body busy rocking back and forth on the mat as she cradled her abused digit between her fingertips.

[BlackAkuma]

As funny as it was to switch things up on Kuroi and take her by surprise, Sheila was painfully aware of just how close she’d come to disaster there. It was a small miracle that she’d had the presence of mind to think that up despite the distress she was in, figuring out a wild idea through the mounting fog. The referee had started her count, but even so, five seconds in a hold like that, choked clean out, was way too long.

You could see it on her face as she collapsed, too, falling to her knees after the choke and grasping her throat. Even through that, she couldn't help but laugh as her opponent flailed about, trying to sooth her aching toe as she gave both her and the referee bewildered looks. If she didn’t have an idea about the sort of fighter Sheila was when they kicked this off, it was safe to say she had the fuller picture, now.

”It's what you get for being cheeky, bitch.” She grabbed the ropes and pulled her way up with one hand, rising to her feet with a few quick coughs. ”...and what the fuck's a 'Luffy?'”

Now that she’d gotten that out of her system, it was time to jump on the opportunity. As much as that had hurt Kuroi and as fun as it had been, it wasn’t the sort of damage that would win the match. No, for that, Sheila planned to resort to her mainstay - good, old fashioned, blunt trauma.

She straightened up, bounced off the ropes, and came charging back to the prone Kuroi, intending to step over and get to work with some ground and pounding. Nothing fancy, here.

[PuroQueen]

"Someone obviously doesn't read much manga" Kuroi mumbled, the reference having gone completely over the Australian's head. "But what am I saying, I bet a blonde brute like you doesn't do much reading at all, eh?" Her giggles were quickly caught off with a wince as Kuroi flexed her toes, trying to regain some feeling in the digit. It was a painful irritant at best, something that would fade away given a few minutes. It was no different than that foot stomp from before: Far from a game changer in the match, but something that would probably make Kuroi think twice before shoving any more exposed body parts in her opponent's face... probably.

Naturally, Sheila wasn't keen on giving her those few minutes. With Morgan rushing back towards the downed fighter, Kuroi knew she had to act fast lest she become a deer in her opponent's headlights. Luckily, the skilled martial artist had a move in her arsenal reserved exactly for this occasion.

Bidding her time, Kuroi would wait until her opponent was within a step of bashing into her, before suddenly kicking out both of her legs towards Sheila's knees. As soon as her opponent had fallen overtop of her, Kuroi would wrap both her legs around Sheila's midsection, locking them together at the ankles. Her arms would swoop in and around, encapsulating Sheila's neck beneath her armpit.

If successful, the double leg kick would see Sheila falling right into Kuroi's trap: All of her limbs would squeeze down at once, bludgeoning her opponent with unbearable pressure in a trip kick turned guillotine choke!

[BlackAkuma]

”Yeah, and you read way too many.” Sheila didn’t have much of a good comeback for that one - no, she didn’t read all that much, never much of a book person. Not that she was illiterate, but she had little patience for sitting down and thumbing through anything that took more than five minutes to get through. And she was only dimly aware of what a manga was, knowing they were Japanese comics and nothing much else.

She wasn’t in a mood to debate literary tastes, though - she was all about bashing Kuroi’s face in, and she was in the process of doing just that when the rug was pulled out from under her. Her opponent had looked wide open, couldn't have asked for a better set up, but that was the bait, and the trap was sprung the moment she was in range.

Sheila fell forward with the kick to her knee, making her trip and fell into her opponent’s waiting arm. Her head was caught tight, the legs came up, and she found herself trapped in a guillotine, squeezed with merciless pressure by Kuroi’s spindly legs.

But she wasn’t about to go quietly. True to form, Sheila began fighting like a live wire, thrashing about and send a flurry of errant punches in Kuroi’s side. She pushed at the mat with her feet and tried to force them in a roll, as she made a desperate attempt to send them tumbling out of the ring and earn her freedom.

[PuroQueen]

Kuroi's grip tightened, squeezing Sheila's neck with all the force she could muster. The blonde's thrashing only made things worse, driving Kuroi's legs closer and making it harder for Sheila to breathe. Kuroi gritted her teeth, straining every muscle in her body to keep the hold locked in.

But as Sheila continued to fight, Kuroi realized that something was off. Sheila was stronger than she had anticipated, and she struggled with an intensity that Kuroi had yet to experience in this match. "Steady girl - I said STEADY!" Kuroi barked, slinging back her free hand and driving her knuckles into the side of Sheila's ribcage.

It was like trying to brand a raging bronco with a hot iron. Sheila's strength only multiplied, her ferocity far outpacing anything Kuroi could keep up with. It became harder and harder to maintain her grip, legs and arms slowly slipping by the second. Running out of options, Kuroi reared her fist back once again, aiming to put down this bull with a solid shot to the liver.

Then it happened. With a sudden burst of energy, Sheila rolled while still trapped in the guillotine choke. The two of them tumbled beneath the bottom ropes and out of the ring, crashing onto the ringside floor below. Kuroi hit the ground hard, her back slamming against the unforgiving surface. All the air was knocked out of her lungs in an instant, her legs and arms unweaving themselves from her opponent's body. She gasped and wheezed, trying to get her breath back, both hands preoccupied with soothing her aching tailbone.

Kuroi didn't know whether it was dumb luck or inexplicable skill, but her opponent had managed to make her face scrunch up with the first signs of legitimate pain all match long.

[BlackAkuma]

Caught in a choke, having her throat squeezed, knocked out in a whimpering fit by Kuroi after she landed a lucky kick?

Nope. No way. Sheila could handle losing, it happened to her all the time, but no way was she losing like that.

The thought alone was enough to spur her into renewed action, making her fight harder, more ferocious, fueling her every action as she fought and raged against the guillotine choke. She’d been in this hold enough and seen it work, knew that her time was short and getting shorter. Crazy as Kuroi was, the bitch knew what she was doing with her submissions. She couldn't imagine anyone taking the time to actually teach her anything, but whoever had managed to put up with her for it, their time hadn't been wasted.

Sheila’s only hope was to take a wild, random chance that her hail mary would work out, and what do you know, she was right. The two of them came crashing down on the floor, with Kuroi getting the worst of it. She let go of the hold altogether, leaving the Wild One to roll away and catch her breath for the second time in under a minute.

Moving on pure reflex, Sheila lifted the apron and reached under the ring, before she remembered what sort of match this was and what she could do if she wanted to win. As fun as it would be to bean Kuroi on the skull, making her start off her LAW career with a loss would be even better. Eyes on the prize, eyes on the prize.

Besides, weapons or no weapons, she was the queen of ringside brawling. Sheila just had to get creative.

She rolled back over, grabbed Kuroi’s head, and slammed it against the floor for good measure, before she started to stand up and drag her opponent up to her feet along with her. ”Come on, bitch. You and me? Not even close to finished.”

[PuroQueen]

Splayed out on the cold concrete floor, Kuroi could only whine and groan as she massaged her throbbing back. She had used that exact same guillotine choke to subdue girls far more skilled than Sheila on the mats, but none of them had put up the same level of fight as the Wild One had.

Huh, I guess that's why they call her that.

She saw Sheila disappear under the ring from the corner of her eye, leaving only her backside in view of the downed fighter. The sight immediately brought a strained smile to the devious girl's face. "Ah seriously, your ass again! Look, I'd love to oblige, but that ref up there is an even bigger bitch than you are!” Kuroi chuckled as the referee shot her a scowl mid-count, but her amusement was short-lived.

Pretty soon Sheila was marching back towards her, bare-handed, but with murderous intent in her eyes. Kuroi opened her mouth for yet another quip, only to have her whole head bashed against the floor. She let out a another cry as she was slowly dragged up to her feet, too groggy to offer Sheila any serious resistance, but not quite dazed enough to shut up.

"W-what were you looking for anyways, huh? A...a teddy bear? A lollipop? Ohhh - M-maybe it's your wrestling skills that's hidden under there. I dunno babe, I...I don't think you had any to begin with" Kuroi half laughed half winced, struggling to get the words out amidst the painful grip Sheila had on her head.

[BlackAkuma]

God, was she still talking? Sheila liked to yap a bit in her matches, sure, but Kuroi was talkative to a whole new level. She couldn't remember the last time she’d come across someone like this, someone who always had something to say, and she wouldn’t lie - it was starting to get under her skin, especially that last comment. Whether her opponent knew it or not, it picked at an old wound that never quite healed.

”You know, it’s a funny thing.” Sheila spoke through her gritted teeth as she continued to haul Kuroi along. ”But you’re not wrong. I flunked out of wrestling school, you know? Got no skill.”

She brought Kuroi’s face over to her with a sudden jerk, smacking foreheads, so close they could almost kiss. Manic eye to manic eye. ”But, question - if I suck so much, why haven’t you beaten me yet?

Now that they had that little aside out of the way, Sheila had no interest in waiting for an answer. She was moving on to the next move, and she had a good idea what it would be. Sure, she couldn't use weapons. She couldn't even grab the steel steps and wallow Kuroi with those. But while she couldn't bring the steel steps to Kuroi’s face, she could bring Kuroi’s face to the steel steps.

And that was precisely what she did. Sheila moved over to the side of the ring, grabbed her opponent’s head with both hands, and proceeded to try and slam her face first into the unforgiving metal.

[PuroQueen]

Judging by the look on Sheila's face, Kuroi could tell that she had struck a nerve, but it was her opponent's words that confirmed that she had in fact picked at an old scab. The irony was Kuroi hadn't quite "graduated" from her mysterious martial arts dojo either. The difference was, she wore the expulsion like a badge of honor.

Sheila had raised an interesting point however. Back in the locker room Kuroi had been lamenting about tonight's matchup, only to find herself now struggling within her opponent's grasp. She should have put this bitch down ages ago, but then again, she hadn't expected her opponent to have such a thick hide... and a pretty face.

"Maybe it's because I'm too busy enjoying the show -" Kuroi cooed, her devious gaze giving way to much more sinister intentions. But their tense proximity was broken off before Kuroi could see her opponent's reaction, and before she knew it, she was once again being dragged around the ring. She winced and whined, fingers trying to pry off Sheila's grip, only to discover her opponent's plan far too late.

Kuroi saw stars as pain exploded in her face. The impact was jarring, and she let out a muffled cry as she felt the metal digging into her flesh. Clutching her face in agony, Kuroi slumped over the metal steps, fingers checking her nose for any signs of bleeding, only to find the beginnings of nasty bump. No doubt that would swell up by the end of tonight. "You fucking bitch..." Kuroi groaned, voice seething with anger as she tried to push herself back up.