Kuroi Kamakaze vs. Sheila Morgan - Chaotic Elements

[BlackAkuma]

There it was. The moment. The moment.

It happened every time Shiela leaped off something like this and threw her entire body into the air, turning herself into a living weapon. She would go flying, soaring through the air, the wind running through her hair, and there would always be this one, golden instant of time where everything seemed to come to a sudden stop. The crowd froze, the noise dropped out, even the opponent vanished. It was just her in the air, floating through space, weightless and free. Beyond the world, beyond gravity, beyond reality.

It was the precious second between launching an attack like this and landing it, the second where she didn’t know if this would work or if she would simply crash and burn. Hanging on the edge of the knife between victory and defeat.

Sheila wouldn’t have to wait for long. Time resumed, the world came back into sharp focus, and she suddenly found herself with a missing opponent, and that could only mean one thing - a rough landing. She hit hard with a deafening smack, and the impact went all the way up her spine.

Sheila sat up with her back arched and her teeth barred, hissing as the pain ran rampant through her body. As much as that hurt, she tried to force her body to move, to roll, to do something, anything, before Kuroi capitalized on this, but she knew the chances of that were slim and getting slimmer by the second.

[PuroQueen]

The impact of Sheila's failed attack sent shockwaves through the ring. Kuroi had managed to roll over onto her stomach just in time to watch with glee as her opponent writhed in pain on the mat. It was a moment of opportunity, a moment she wouldn't let pass by.

She tried to push herself up, only to immediately collapse back down again with a loud yelp. Her body was protesting at the very notion of standing back up again. With a low growl, Kuroi relied on her hands and knees instead as she scurried over to her downed opponent, her black and red hair barely obscuring the manic smile that stitched her mouth wide open.

By the time she had reached her opponent, Sheila was already starting to stir. Well, that simply wouldn't do. One hand gripped at Sheila's side, forcing her supine, while the other repeatedly swung downwards with brute force, aiming hammerfist after hammerfist into Sheila's exposed features.

"See, bitch!? I can swing my fists too!" Kuroi spat, her voice a frightening mix of pure rage and psychopathy.

Whether or not Sheila was in any condition to defend herself was irrelevant. Kuroi was striking down with the same reckless indiscretion her opponent had just shown her not long ago, striking at any gap or glimpse of skin she could find. A few fists even found their way to Sheila's breast, a sight that certainly wasn't earning her any favors with the referee. "Enough, Kuroi!" the striped official demanded. Man, this bitch really had it out for her, huh? Kuroi's neck snapped back around, followed soon after by a stuck-up middle finger before she reset her sights on Sheila once more. She put her hands on her hips and slowly leaned upwards, taking a breather as she allowed a new idea to percolate in her mind.

"Time to show you how it's really done." Kuroi muttered beneath her breath, aiming to stamp out any last vestiges of resistance with a final hammerfist to the girl's face. Grabbing onto Sheila's blonde hair, Kuroi made a painstakingly slow ascension to her feet, careful not to reignite the tension still straining her lower back. If she had made it this far without resistance, Kuroi would yank back on her opponent's hair, straightening the blonde out in preparation for her next move.

Taking a step back, Kuroi grounded her back foot into the canvas, the rest of her weight resting lightly on the mat with her front leg. She steadied herself, the martial artist's mind laser-focused, with sharp concentration masked behind that eerie smile she still proudly wore. Slowly, she raised one hand up high, a single solitary finger pointed towards the rafters as she basked in the mix of cheers and jeers from the audience, her eyes unwaveringly glued to her opponent.

"AAAII-YAAH!" Kuroi's voice roared as she announced her attack with a loud Kiai. Her back leg hopped briefly off the mat, but it served only as a springboard for its far more powerful counterpart. Her front leg led the charging, slicing through the air in a sharp, low arc, her padded foot bent inwards and intentionally aimed to the right side of Sheila's ribcage. It was a move that Kuroi had used to end many-a-match, but here, Kuroi sought only to temporarily and agonizingly cripple her opponent with a gut-wrenching switch kick to the liver!

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila was finished. Her body was broken in ways that she hadn't experienced in years, suffering from a wide variety of damage. There wasn’t a single limb that wasn’t aching for one reason or another, and she was having trouble finding even one bone that didn’t seem to be aching. None of the damage was critical, nothing she would need the emergency room over, but it was the totality of the damage that was weighing her down. She’d suffered so much, endured so much, and now she was at the end of the rope.

Her body knew that, at least. Her brain wasn’t on the same page.

Even now, as she reeled from the failed attempt, Sheila tried her best to push up, to roll out of the ring, to curl up, to do something to defend herself. But nothing worked, and as she heard Kuroi approaching her from behind, she knew that time had just run out.

She was flung back down, Kuroi moved on top, and the battering began from there, with Sheila taking every bit of the punishment she’d inflicted on her opponent mere moments ago. The blows came down, quick and successive and merciless, each one drilled straight into her face. Blood was already flowing out of her forehead, but now it was gushing, seeping into her eyes and nostrils, slipping out of her mouth and rounding her cheeks. The woman struck at anything she could reach, with one of the punches hitting her chest hard enough to pop her breast out halfway, tearing it out through the top.

She was an utter mess, covered in sweat and blood, enough of both that the scent carried out of the ring. Sheila knew it was only going to get worse from there, too. Kuroi didn’t just want to end the match, she wanted to end her.

That was made painfully obvious as her opponent lifted her back up and forced her to stand, propping her up like she was waiting for a fatality. Only a small miracle kept Sheila from falling flat again, but despite the fatigue, she still raised her arm, preparing to throw out what would’ve been a weak punch.

She would never get the chance to connect, as Kuroi landed a kick that felt like it went straight through Sheila’s body. She’d taken a liver shot before, but never one like this - so precise, so painful, so deadly. The blow sent a ripple effect through her body, took all the energy straight out of her, and all she wanted to do was collapse and roll up into a ball.

Somehow, she doubted she would have the opportunity.

[PuroQueen]

[BlackAkuma]

Lifeless, limp, and leaning, Sheila was on the verge of total collapse. As much as she wanted to stand, if only for the sake of being a typical stubborn bitch, there was no way she could fight the nature of things. She wanted to just fall over, to just let her body rest, if only for a couple of seconds.

She was well on her way to doing that, too, as she toppled forward. The ground was rushing to meet her, the wind was flying through her hair, and-

”What-”

Sheila’s eyes had been on the verge of closing shut when her downward path came to an abrupt end. She was so out of it that it took her a moment to register why that was, exactly - Kuroi had caught her, pulled in her tight, and was whispering something in her ear. It was hard to make out through the fog of war, but that wasn’t where Sheila's focus was at the moment, anyway. No, she was far more focused on the hand that was snaking along her body, slithering over her skin, in search of…

…oh. Oh, this bitch.

Sheila let out a hoarse, haggard growl as her opponent took her fill, groping her breast like she owned the bloody thing. There were so many things she would’ve liked to say, far more things she would’ve liked to do, but her body wasn’t cooperating with any of it. All she could do was fix her foe with a bloodstained glare, one that carried an unspoken threat: ’I will remember this.’

She couldn't be sure if the message was received, not that it mattered much at the moment. Before she had the chance to try anything else, Kuroi caught her under the leg and sent her flying with some kind of maneuver that she couldn't even hope to describe. All she knew was that it ended with her on the floor and her arm trapped. A bad situation, and one that was about to get exponentially worse.

Instead of just wrenched Sheila’s arm, Kuroi worked her around into a lotus lock, and an excruciating variant, at that. The Wild One shrieked as her arms were pulled further and further back, helpless against the power of her opponent’s legs. She tried to pull them towards the ropes, but she might as well have been weighed down by an anchor for all the good that did her. So much torque, pushing at her most sensitive joints, threatening to pull them right out.

It was the worst situation to be in, and the referee recognized it as she kneeled nearby. ”Sheila!” She leaned to the side, getting a good look in the eyes. ”Sheila, do you give up?”

”No…”

”Sheila, do you-”

”I said no!” She spat out, expelling some blood from her mouth in the process. ”Fuck off! Just…just…”

While she didn't want to give up, her body was another matter. The more she fought, the more energy she lost. Throw in all the blood loss, and Sheila was growing groggier by the second. Her world was fading, melting into a kaleidoscope. The world grew quieter and darker, by the second, fading, fading, fading away, until…

[PuroQueen]

Oh man, this moment was glorious. It was better than glorious; it was perfect. The only thing that could possibly have made it even just a tad bit better was if Kuroi had got to see her opponent's face while she was in the hold. Luckily, that was what the titantron was for. Kuroi twisted her neck upwards, watching with delight as Sheila's agony and exposed features were broadcasted in front of thousands.

"Look, Sheila, you're on T.V!" Kuroi cackled, legs clasping together even tighter in order to elicit a more audible reaction. Except, Sheila wasn't really screaming. Groaning, grunting, gasping, yes, but not really screaming. Kuroi's face scrunched up as she re-examined her position. A lot of work had gone into securing the hold, and damn it, she was going to get her time's worth right up until the very last second!

"Come on, Sheila, let me hear it! Submit, scream, or snap! Those are your only options, babe!"

A small but vocal contingent of bloodthirsty fans began turning the ultimatum into an all-out mantra.

Submit, scream, or snap! Submit, scream, or snap!

The silent truth: Sheila didn't really have more than one option. No, she reveled in every second of her opponent's impending defeat, relished the power she held over the Wild One. But there was only one cherry on top that would make this all really worth it: a verbal submission. Sheila wasn't going out any other way. Kuroi's grip tightened even further, adding more pressure to the already agonizing hold. She could feel Sheila's bones grinding against each other, hear her desperate gasps for air. It was beautiful, in a twisted sort of way. She felt every single twitch, every single attempt at resistance, and every single shiver of pain that racked through her opponent's body. Sheila's arms were like rubber bands, being stretched and twisted until they threatened to pop out of their sockets from all that mounting pressure. It was orgasmic - literally. Kuroi could begin to feel her crotch dampen purely from the vibrations of Sheila's writhing.

Yet, greedier and hungrier than ever, Kuroi wanted more! She slowly repositioned her palms on the mat behind her, using them for leverage as she gradually arched her body upwards. The resulting angle would force Sheila's arms further and further against their sockets, shoulder blades compressing together and on the brink of crumpling. She could feel her bones creaking under the strain, and she knew that it was only a matter of time before Sheila's will broke along with her body.

The Lotus Lock continued, Kuroi twisting and torquing Sheila's body with sadistic glee. She could feel the sweat pouring down her own face, the strain in her legs and back, but it was worth it to see Sheila suffer. It was worth it to know that she was in control, that she was the one with the power.

And then, finally, Kuroi felt it: Sheila's body beginning to give way. She could feel the tension leaving her opponent's muscles, the resistance dissipating all at once. Against any other woman, this would have meant victory, a triumph, but not tonight. She wasn't letting her opponent off that easy. She held the Lotus Lock for a few moments longer, jutting out her interlocked legs one more time to add another layer of pain to the hold.

"What's the matter, Tamed One? Why ain't you buckin'!?" Kuroi taunted, her voice laced with sick pleasure. She pulled back even harder on Sheila's wrists, waiting for audible confirmation that her opponent was still suffering. Upon hearing none, Kuroi finally realized what was going on. Her opponent was on the brink of unconsciousness, about to deprive her of that coveted submission! "Oh no, you don't!" Kuroi's foot stretched outward, heel pointed down like the blade of an axe. She kicked the back of Sheila's head repeatedly, attempting to jolt her away from blissful unconsciousness and back into the cold, crude hell she was creating for her.

Spoiler

"Kuroi! She...she's out!"

"FUCK YOU! YOU'RE NEXT, YOU HEAR ME! FUCK! YOU!" Kuroi screamed at the top of her lungs, the referee just about tripping over herself from the visceral verbal assault. There was no way, no fucking way Kuroi was just going to let go because her pathetic excuse of an opponent decided to take a little nap. Sheila was either going to wake up and submit or have her limbs torn off. There was just no other way this was going to end! Already, security personnel began to assemble themselves at the edges of the ring, fingers pressed to earpieces as they awaited their cue to stop the madness if need be.

It was now or never. Kuroi was going to get her submission one way or another, even if she had to tear it out limb by limb...

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila wasn’t out. Not 100%, anyway.

There was no way for anyone to tell by looking at her, but she had drifted off into that sweet spot of unconsciousness, reaching the rare point where she was aware that she’d been knocked out, but wasn’t able to do anything about it. An out-of-body experience, where she was detached from everything going on around her, drifting in the same space that lucid dreams come from. It was blissful, really, even with her arms on the verge of being yanked out. She didn’t like that she was going out, but she figured she might as well accept it. Just lay back, let it all happen. Drift away.

And then the bitch had to go and start kicking her in the head. Each one dragged her further and further from the edge, until she was all the way back, back in reality, with all the pain and anguish that came along with it.

Sheila shrieked, coming awake with a jolt as all the pain registered at once, hitting her like some kind of hellish wave. Gasping, she sagged forward as the referee tried in vain to pull Kuroi’s legs apart. The bell was ringing, the crowd was booing, and more officials were on their way to the ring, rushing down to put a stop to it all.

It would all be too little, too late. Sheila could already feel her body coming apart as Kuroi ripped into her, stretching her arms to the breaking point and pulling them just a little bit beyond. Sheila tried to bite back the screams, but there was only so much you could fight a reflex - something snapped, the agony reached a new height, and out it came, a long howl, filled with anguish and rage.

It was all she could muster, one final gasp before she sagged forward again, just as a horde of officials stormed the ring set to work at prying Kuroi off of her. The last thing Sheila recalled, just before she faded out once again, was her opponent’s manic voice. The taunts came through crystal clear, even with all the deafening din of the crowd on top of them.

[PuroQueen]

"That's it - Boys!" The referee conceded, waving in at least half a dozed strapping security guards into the ring.

Time was of the essence, Kuroi had but a few precious seconds to wrench that submission of Sheila. She was livid, incensed that her opponent had dared to slip away from her grasp. With force not yet seen, Kuroi squeezed her limbs even tighter together, her face turning red as she poured every last ounce of energy into breaking the woman's awe-inspiring endurance. Then she heard, that gentle crackle of bones creaking, the sizzling snap of something slipping out of place.

It wasn't a screaming plea of mercy, but it'd have to do. Before Kuroi could make the injury a permanent one, security descended on her. They were like ants, crawling all over her, pulling at her legs and arms, trying to wrench her away from Sheila, to unweave her limbs from their interwoven sculpture of pain. But Kuroi was like a pit bull, locked onto her prey, refusing to let go until she had what she wanted.

The referee was in hysterics, screaming at Kuroi to release her hold, joining the dogpile of trying to pry Kuroi's limbs away from there torturous grasp . The crowd was in a frenzy, shouting and booing, as the chaos played out in the ring. But Kuroi was in her own world, staring death into the back of Sheila's head until...

"Fine...FINE! I'm done!" Kuroi huffed, her limbs unhooking at the final behest of the security' pulling and tugging. Kuroi was steadily dragged to her feet by the personnel, Sheila's body a broken mess beneath them. "Look! She's fine, she's still breathing' ain't she? Just give me my win and I'll be - "

"Your winner, via disqualification...

What? No, this couldn't be happening -

SHEILA MORGAN!"

Kuroi stood paralyzed, unable to comprehend what was happening amid the swirling bloodlust in her mind. But it wasn't long until her face twisted into a mask of rage, her eyes blazing with fury. She screamed, a primal, guttural roar that echoed through the arena, drowning out the sound of the crowd. The officials didn't flinch, however, and Kuroi realized that there was no point in fighting them either. She pushed them aside anyways, still seething with anger.

She was warned beforehand that the rules were different here, that wrestling wasn't always like the blood-sport she was used too. But Kuroi didn't care. She did what was necessary, and now she was being punished for it.

As security surrounded her, Kuroi glared at Sheila, who was still lying motionless on the mat. "You got lucky, bitch," she spat, her voice dripping with disgust. "Next time, your friend here won't there to save you. Nobody will." Kuroi hissed, her eyes giving the officials the same level of seething hate as her opponent. With a scoff, Kuroi simply turned around and stormed out of the ring, leaving this trainwreck of a match and the jeering crowd behind her... for now.