Sheila Morgan vs Kuroi Kamikaze II - Bound by Bloodlust

[PuroQueen]

Kuroi's mind was abuzz with a heady combination of growing fury and fading libido. The savory sweetness of victory, which only moments ago had been vividly palpable on her taste buds, was no more than a lingering aftertaste. She had dominated Sheila completely, breaking her down both physically and mentally until she was nothing more than a writhing, helpless mass of flesh beneath her. Kuroi knew it, the crowd knew it, and when Sheila finally woke her dumb ass up, Kuroi was pretty damn certain she'd know it too. Everyone in this fucking arena knew it, everyone except this fucking referee.

"Doesn't... count?" Kuroi repeated softly, a slight tremble in her voice and a twitch in her eye. "Doesn't COUNT!?" She was far less subtle this time, spittle flying from her mouth as she followed the retreating official to the ropes. Kuroi's blood boiled with rage as the referee refused to call the match, citing some technicality that was completely lost on her. As far as she was concerned, they had both stepped into the ring with the intent of fucking up the other. She had accomplished that goal in its dual meaning, but unsurprisingly, Kuroi wasn't one to read the fine print, much to the poor ref's detriment.

The psychotic martial artist shot him a withering glare, her eyes smoldering with barely contained fury. "What do you mean 'Doesn't count'?" She spat, her voice dripping with murderous contempt. "I just fucked her to bits! Look at her!" Kuroi seethed, blindly throwing her hand backward in the general direction where she had last left her opponent. "You're blind, that has to be it! For your sake, that has to be it. Because if I find out you're just plain stupid, or even worse, on that bitch's side, so help me..." With fists balled up at her sides so tight that her knuckles gleamed white, Kuroi was dangerously close to harming the referee.

But she was hoping she wouldn't need to. Her gaze alone should have been enough to make most ref's reconsider, let alone the whelp of a man standing in front of her. But for some reason, the referee wasn't looking at her anymore. Kuroi followed his gaze, turning her neck around just in time to catch -

"AAAACK-GUAAAACK!" Kuroi gagged, her body lurching backward. Kamikaze barely had time to witness it all, the sight of a wild, topless Sheila suddenly reappearing from the depths of hell, winding her top garment around Kuroi's neck like a makeshift garrote. Her fingers acted on survival instinct alone, reaching up to claw at the fabric around her throat, nails digging into her own skin as she gasped for air, but it was of little help. Her opponent was still hot on her back, her feet kicking out wildly against the mat, bloodshot eyes bulging out of their sockets as her head lolled forward on the verge of unconsciousness.

Another tug of the bra jolted her back to life, and with only a single breath to spare. Using what little energy she had left, Kuroi angled her elbow out in front of her, before jabbing it behind her with all the force she could muster. Like the tip of a spear, Kuroi was aiming to stab into Sheila's ribcage, hoping to pierce the same region she had already spent a good chunk of the match softening up. Kuroi would follow up with as many pungent elbow strikes as necessary to earn her freedom, before collapsing into a gasping writhing mess on the mat.

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila wouldn’t lie, this was the sort of thing that stuck in her craw, just a bit. This was supposed to be her big moment, finally getting one over on Kuroi, taking the bitch down and throwing all of her desires against her, and…she’d already had an orgasm in this match. She could still feel where the psycho had touched her while she was out, the sensation lingered, and she could only imagine what she’d tried while she was unconscious.

Leaning back on a stipulation to get the win like that wasn’t clean. Wasn’t the way she wanted to do things. It was better than having the decision reversed like in the last match, but the bad taste was still there, and she knew it would be pissing her off for days to come…but that was then, this was now, and right now her only thought was winning. One way or another, she was bringing this match home.

”Come here, come here!” Sheila spat and went wild as she struggled to control the bucking bronco that was Kuroi right now, going into a full fledged frenzy as she struggled to keep the woman under control. It was to be expected - she was still trying to deal with getting knocked out, to say nothing of the crash she’d went through before that happened, so her body was more in a mood to just lay down and take a break, not so much into the idea of choking out a deranged Japanese woman.

She fought hard, prying at the top, but it wasn’t giving that easily. Her friends back home had made this up and sent it to her for the match, figuring she should look sexy for the hentai stip, and while she wasn’t the biggest fan of dressing up for occasions, she couldn't complain about the material they used. Strong stuff, it’d hold up no matter how much she protested. She wasn’t getting out that way.

For a second, it looked like Sheila might be on the verge of putting this one in the basket, with her foe fading fast, but she’d underestimated just how vicious this cornered rat could. One elbow shot into her ribs, then another, and one on top of that, with each one going right for the spot she’d nailed earlier. Clever bitch was methodical, she had to give her that.

Sheila let go. She had to, before her ribs were turned into kindling. She staggered back, grasping her sides and leaning up against the corner. ”Hey, you wanted me tits, right?” She threw up her hands as she sagged. ”Right here. Come and get ‘em.”

[PuroQueen]

By all metrics, Sheila's resilience was nothing short of incredible. Any fighter with just a smidgeon of integrity would have recognized it too...so it was only natural that Kuroi would view her opponent's return to the ring as far less inspiring. The martial artist was infuriated, livid, enraged that the woman she though she put to rest had not only risen from the dead, but had tried to drag her into the grave instead.

But Kuroi had escaped, if only barely. She teetered on one knee, hand clutching her throat as she tried to sooth the throbbing pain in her neck, the air slowly returning to her lungs. But it wasn't her bruised throat or burning lungs that had her undivided attention right now, it was Sheila. She could see the woman she despised leaning back against the turnbuckle, taunting and daring her with her body. Once Kuroi had assembled ample breath, she would finally reply with an incredulous scoff.

"I already got aaaall the tit I needed, remember?" the devious fighter grinned, slowly straightening out into a loose but practiced stance. "But if it's a second helping that you're offering, well in that case, it'd just be plain rude of me to decline" Kuroi said with a lick of her lips, her eyes continuously shifting between Sheila's face and breasts. In a weird, roundabout way, the referee had actually done her favor. Now she had an excuse to fuck Sheila all over again!

But that also meant had to lay the bitch out... all over again. Luckily, Kuroi had regained enough composure to attempt do just that. With her opponent propped up against the corner, Kamikaze would sprint towards her with a mad dash, her eyes set on the two bulbous prizes sagging right in front of her. But Kuroi wasn't going in for a taste quite yet, at least not before tenderizing her meat! Her run soon gave way to a forward roll instead, one that would place her underneath and facing away from her opponent. But rather than complete the roll and pop back up, Kuroi would push both hands against the mat and thrust her legs out behind her, aiming to land both feet into each one of Sheila's exposed boobs with a forward roll turned double mule kick!

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila might’ve looked good, but she could testify that she felt like a pile of shit. It wasn’t just the exhaustion from the fight, or the grogginess from getting knocked out, or even the orgasm that had set her nerves on fire. No, it was a combination of all three, working in tandem to leave her exhausted. Her body was working overtime, all her muscles were spent, and she honestly felt like she could just keel over and collapse at any time. Spots were forming in her vision, and she could even feel herself drifting.

But then she saw Kuroi, saw that manic look in the bitch’s eyes, and she powered through. No way was she going to let her win. No.

But that didn’t mean it would be easy going, a fact she knew for certain as her opponent came rushing in with a wild rush, back on the attack after a short respite. Sheila had no way of knowing what the woman was going to do exactly, but she felt safe in assuming what the target was, given the topic of conversation. So she didn’t know what crazy ass thing this woman was about to do, but she could guess where she needed to block it.

As Kuroi went into a wild dive, Sheila brought her arms across her chest, protecting it, and not a second too soon. Her opponent’s legs shot out like twin spears, hammering away her defenses, and the blow would’ve knocked her clean off her feet if the corner hadn't been there to absorb the shock. Sheila bounced off, but kept on her feet, dealing with pain so she could take advantage of the situation.

She reached out, grasping her opponent’s ankles before she could bring her feet down, pulling them in and trapping Kuroi’s legs under her shoulders. With her upside down, Sheila leaned back, brought her leg up, and swung it forward, full bore, trying to give her opponent a soccer kick straight to the face.

[PuroQueen]

It didn't exactly take a tactical genius to decipher where Kuroi was planning to strike next; her saliva-laced lips and hungry eyes had practically given it all away. Thus, it went without saying that Kuroi didn't think very highly of her opponent when she decided to give it a go anyway. Even after all the wonderful time the two had spent with each other so far, Kuroi still had Sheila pegged as far more brawn than brains. It wasn't until her feet crashed into the stiff arms of her opponent instead of her swaying mammaries did Kuroi finally realize that Sheila was only in a groggy but very much capable state.

It would have been a minor setback if Kuroi had been allowed to rebound to safer grounds. Except she wasn't, Sheila had managed to capture both her legs before she had a chance to reset. Kuroi's world was upside down, her legs suspended and trapped above her in the wheelbarrow position. She didn't know what to make of it at first, her mind not prepared for such a counter. But the sight of Sheila's leg blurring towards her face quickly cleared up all confusion.

"GAAGH!" Kuroi screamed as Sheila's foot rocketed into the bridge of her nose. Her head whipped back like a speedbag, dangling back and forth as sweat and spit sprayed down onto the mat below. If Sheila had released her legs along with the kick, then Kuroi's entire body would have been sent in a half-spin from the sheer force of the punt, flipping her over until she face-planted back onto the canvas.

And whaddya know, Sheila had managed to once again bust up her nose into a leaky faucet of blood.

Large red dollops dripped down onto the canvas before Kuroi had a chance to cup her face, a string of unintelligible obscenities slipping out from between her palms. What was supposed to be a cheeky attack to Sheila's chest had panned out into a major catastrophe, one that Kuroi currently wasn't in a position to do anything about.

[BlackAkuma]

No mercy asked, none given. Sheila displayed absolutely zero fucks as she brought that kick up and launched it into her foe’s face, hitting it like she was a striker going for the goal. Far more satisfying than, though - she could feel the crunch through her bare foot, moving down through her instead, giving it that satisfying crunch that she craved. Yeah, that one hurt. That one hurt a fucking lot. She had so much more to give, too.

The blow sent her opponent rolling, putting Kuroi into a tumble that would’ve had Sheila laughing if she wasn’t so exhausted. It all ended up with her coming down on her chest, looking rough, and…and was that blood? Yeah, that was blood. A lot of it, looking from the way it was dripping down on the mat, already making a small pool. First blood went to her, once again.

…actually, fuck, did Kuroi bleed first in the last match? She couldn't remember. Fuck, didn’t matter.

What did matter, however, was getting the jump on her opponent before she recovered. Sheila reached back, grabbed the ropes, and started to climb, only to stop straight away when she grew a little woozy. Not the best time for highflying, not just yet, not while she was still recovering from the last time she tried that. But she needed to keep the party rolling, even if it meant getting down to basics.

Sheila moved in, storming towards her fallen foe, and planted her sandal heel right on top of Kuroi’s skull, pinning her to the mat. At the same time, she reached down and grabbed her top, getting a good grip. ”I showed you mine, so…”

That was the only warning Kuroi would get before Sheila began to put at her top, not even bothering with straps or clasps or however this was held together. She pulled and pulled hard, trying to rip the damn thing straight off her opponent, like a wild dog going at his favorite chew toy.

[PuroQueen]

This was far from the first time Kuroi had seen her own blood spilled in a fight. In fact, she figured she still had a long litany of cuts and bruises to look forward to in this match alone. But that stuffy sensation at the back of her nasal cavity, the sudden tenderness around her face, the newfound pain that came with every breath - that was new. She traced her fingers along the bridge of her nose once again, noticing a distinctive ridge that had definitely not been there before.

That bitch had actually broken her nose. A first for Kuroi since... ever.

Sure, it was nothing that couldn't be mended with a visit to the LAW medical center, but that was a distant future as far as Kuroi was concerned. She placed her fingers back along her nose, gritting her teeth as she mentally prepared to set the vital feature back in place - "AAAGHAH!" - Even Kuroi's ear-splitting howl wasn't enough to hide that grueling crunch, signaling a successful, albeit crude realignment.

The first person to cause her serious bodily harm, the first woman to hold the inaugural honor of witnessing the sights and sounds of her cartilage snapping, was of all people, an unrefined, oafish brute, someone who didn't deserve to live on the same planet as her, let alone share the same ring - Sheila.

But that wouldn't be the only new experience Kuroi would be privy to tonight. Sheila had one more special treat in mind for her. At first, Kuroi could only groan as her opponent went to work on her top, but it only took half a second of Sheila's unwanted touch to reignite the fury within her. She bucked and growled like a wild animal, teeth snapping at Sheila's exposed toes, but her opponent's heel on the back of her neck was quick to stamp out further resistance before she did any real damage. Her body continued to twitch and writhe, but eventually, Kuroi was forced to accept the inevitable. She was disrobed with a single tug, visibly cringing as the sound of her one-of-a-kind attire ripping to shreds filled her ears.

"You fucking... bitch ~ huff ~ You fucking ~ wheeze ~ BITCH!" Kuroi wouldn't give her opponent much time to gloat, instead throwing her hands behind her neck until they curled around Sheila's ankle. With a piercing cry, Kuroi would try and lift her opponent's leg just a few inches above her head, before suddenly thrusting her body into a sideways roll, bare tits scraping along the canvas as she twisted her momentum to bring Sheila down with a grounded dragon screw!

If she was successful, Kuroi's entire body would coil into position, legs wrapping around Sheila's frame while her hands took to torquing both of Sheila's ankles. With her vision a haze of pain and fury, there was no telling how long, if at all she'd be able to maintain the hold. Nonetheless, Kuroi would have to rely on nothing but pure instinct to try and lock in a double leg cross heel hook!

Spoiler

[BlackAkuma]

”What’s that?” Sheila let out a husky cackle, as she continued to rip Kuroi’s garment to shreds. Looked like a custom job, too, probably expensive. ”Speak up! Can’t hear you!”

Yeah, strictly speaking, this wasn’t all that necessary. Sheila had her opponent down, vulnerable, and could’ve followed up on the attack in so many effective ways. Stripping her opponent wasn’t going to do much in the way of slowing down Kuroi. If anything it would just make her that much madder and more dangerous. While some might’ve used that to their advantage and outmanuevered her, it was kind of a bad idea for the Wild One. She fought about the same way after all

No, Sheila just wanted to strip Kuroi for the same reason she did just about anything in life: It was fun.

And it truly was, right up until the moment it wasn’t.

Sheila had Kuroi’s skull pinned to the mat, and was having a little mental deliberation over what her next move was be, deciding between some kind of chokehold or just stomping the bitch into unconsciousness. She should’ve been paying a little more attention to her prey, and noticed that she wasn’t as vulnerable as she’d seemed - instead, she found out too late, when her feral opponent reached behind her, snatched her by the ankles, and sent them into a wild roll, one that end with her firmly in her foe’s grasp.

Sheila tried to crawl forward, hoping to get away, but she wasn’t able to get anywhere before Kuroi’s grip came around her legs and she found herself in another crazy hold. She didn’t know what to call something like this, had never been in anything quite like it, but she knew the important stuff: it hurt like fuck, she didn’t know how to get out of it, and she needed to escape before something serious got snapped. For now, all she could do was reach back as best she could and push at Kuroi’s legs, trying in vain to push out. ”God, fuck off!”

[PuroQueen]

It had been a spur-of-the-moment attack, one spawned by nothing more than vengeful rage for the damage Sheila was doing not only to her body, but to her dignity as well. But it worked more perfectly than Kuroi had ever intended, so much so that her blood-laced lips couldn't help but curl into a savage snarl as she felt Sheila struggle beneath her. The complex submission hold was something that usually required meticulous timing and setup to pull off, but when fueled by the proper motivators, with the added luck of a less than technically-adept opponent, it was amazing what one could accomplish despite the circumstances.

Kuroi's gaze darted between the referee and her groaning opponent, a flicker of realization evident in her eyes. "Hey stupid! - Oh not you Sheila, I'm talkin' to ref boy over there - What was it you said I got to do first again? Make her crack? - " Kuroi quipped, strengthening her hold around Sheila's legs to its tightest extent yet. Her palms roughly pushed her opponent's heels, torquing her feet against her ankle joints to a degree that spelled certain injury if she held it for much longer. The rest of her body was just as unrelenting, her interlocked legs solidified into a bodyscissor hold that encapsulated all of Sheila's lower limbs and upper torso, allowing Kuroi to twist her opponent's hips cruelly against her spine, concentrating the brunt of her efforts at the base of her vertebrae where the possibility of a slipped disk was too tantalizing to pass up on. But that was only the beginning of Kuroi's torture session.

"- Or make her cum?" Kuroi's voice smoothly picked up where it left off, although her fingers were soon to change course. One hand slowly departed from the heel hook, fingers mockingly walking up the back of Sheila's thigh until they were at the base of her butt cheeks. With only one hand devoted to the heel hook now, Kuroi wouldn't be able to apply as much pressure as before, but she didn't mind sacrificing a little leverage if it meant she could pursue something just as sweet as Sheila's screams; her moans. Her thumb led the expedition, probing around her damp panties until her lower crevice has been located, only to immediately start giving the girl's plump pussy lips a gentle massage overtop the wet undergarments.

"C'mon! Squirm you're way out of this one bitch! Hurry up, time's a tickin, not much longer till - POP" Kuroi smacked her lips together, imitating the sound of her opponent's impending injury with a manic pitch. Her sinister laughter accompanied her cruel touch, making it perfectly clear that she was about to supply far more pain than pleasure. The salacious teasing was just a guise for the plethora of disturbed thoughts that dominated Kuroi's mind: She was going to break this bitch. Causing an opponent a potentially career-ending injury was a tactic that even Kuroi Kamikaze seldom considered, but tonight, she had no qualms about granting Sheila that privilege. She was going to bend her until something snapped, until further retaliation on the part of her unrelenting foe had been rendered a physical impossibility. Then, and only then, would the rest of her fingers finally take the dive, and pump out what was rightfully hers from between the wet slit of her opponent's crippled body.

Kuroi suddenly reemerged from her perverted daydreams with a hard blink, redoubling her efforts on the heel hook, inverted body scissors combo. Her thumb continued to carefully modulate the pace and pressure at which she invaded Sheila's private region, wanting only to tease, not plunder her pussy. Not yet anyways; She couldn't afford to have the rulebook thrown at her again. This was Kuroi's chance to set things back on course, to finally snatch the victory over Sheila that had been robbed from her time and time again. She shot the referee another menacing glare, making it clear that she already knew the answer to her rhetorical question, but she wanted the official to clarify the stipulations out loud once again anyway, just so Sheila could hear how close she was to meeting her demise.

[BlackAkuma]

Where the hell did Kuroi even learn this stuff? Seriously, Sheila couldn't even imagine it. While she’d only met this woman three times and known her for, maybe, fifteen minutes total, everything she’d seen of the woman painted her as a wild dog, someone that was as out of control and dangerous as anyone she’d met in her hardcore matches back home. The exact opposite of the person you find in a martial arts dojo, or an MMA gym, or anywhere they would teach holds like this. The sort of person that those places tended to kick out after five minutes because the last thing you want is to train with a serial killer waiting to happen.

And yet, here she was, an absolute lunatic with the skill of an ultimate fighter. How? How the fuck did that work?

That was the question on Sheila’s mind at the moment. Well, that and the question of how she was going to get out of this hold before her legs got snapped like twigs. It was like a figure-four, but one that targeted both legs at the same time to brutal effect, working on her joints and pulling them at a bad ankle. It wouldn’t be bad enough, but she also had to get Kuroi’s unique brand of taunting along with it, standing by as the woman went into another one of her psycho tirades. At least she wasn’t the only one who had to suffer through it this time, as the referee was the aim.

”Really, you want me to…” He muttered off, before a stray glance at Kuroi convinced him she was serious. ”Ugh, fine. Kuroi scored a knockout, so the next orgasm from Sheila will end the match!”[/color]

”Yeah, no shit, thanks.” She grumbled the words out as she continued to languish in the hold and tried to figure what her options were. She wasn’t going to tap, not that it would matter at this point, but she did have a very real problem creeping up her legs. She bit her tongue as her pussy was probed against, still sensitive from the last fucking she took. While she wasn’t so amped up that she would burst at a small touch, she was still further down the line than she wanted to be. Kuroi had brought her there once, it wouldn’t be hard to do it again.

She needed an out, an escape. She needed the ropes.

Sheila dug her nails into the mat and crawled forward, dragging her opponent along behind her. She fought to her every inch, sliding them alone, working with the dead weight as best she could. Each move hurt work than the last, and by the time she reached the edge of the ring, she seemed to be on the verge, and the ropes couldn't force Kuroi to let go of the hold.

Which was fine, because that wasn’t what she wanted them for. Instead, Sheila reached up, grabbed the middle rope for leverage, and used it to roll them over with a strong tug, flipping the hold around to put all the pressure back on her opponent, effectively reversing the damn thing.