Kuroi Kamikaze vs. Sheila Morgan III: WAR!

[BlackAkuma]

”Get fucked!”

It wasn’t exactly a demanding, powerful, turn-the-match-around sort of moment, but damn Sheila was glad that she landed that kick. Even if it didn’t hurt the bitch all that much, it was good to just land some offense and share the pain, regardless of whether it turned the tide or not. Plus, it had the much-appreciated effect of freeing her wrist before Kuroi ripped the damn thing off her arm, so that was always nice. It still hurt like a bloody bitch, but she could at least use it without too much trouble.

She knew the reprieve wouldn’t last, but it was better than nothing. Desperate, she turned her attention to the side of the ring - she had to make it out there, had to get a weapon. A chair, kendo stick, pipe, anything. If she could just reach under the apron’s skirt, even for a second…

Kuroi was too fast for that, moving in before she could even think of a full escape and pinning her to the floor. Sheila scrambled, tried to throw her off, but her position was too good and the blows came raining down a moment later, crashing into her face like rocks down a landslide. Blow after blow after blow, strike after strike after strike, with some being blocked but most slipping past her guard and drilling her against the canvas.

Sheila tried to throw out her own punches through the barrage, but with the lack of leverage, they came off weak, barely did real damage, and only opened the door for Kuroi to slip more through. In the end, all she could do was shell up tight and do her best to weather the storm, hoping she could still come out conscious on the other side of it.

[PuroQueen]

The slugfest served no other purpose than fulfilling Kuroi's sick sense of satisfaction. She didn't land every shot, but she didn't need to in order to make a point. Each punch was making her opponent hurt, and that was all that mattered. Kuroi could have kept this pace all night long if she wanted to, if it wasn't for her opponent managing to summon enough sense to send a few shots her way as well. The first few barely glanced her, but despite the barrage, Sheila was eventually able to sneak in a few lucky strikes. They did nothing more than incense the martial artist even further as she switched to elbows. But as fun as it was to pummel this girl, she'd much rather do it in a way that'd leave a lasting impact.

With another guttural growl, Kuroi ended the barrage with a mind rattling twelve-to-six elbow strike, putting in enough power to hopefully break through whatever guard Sheila could muster. The crazy red head was left panting, but seeing her opponent properly dazed would make all the effort worth it. "Nah, fucked is what you're gonna be Sheila. Real fucked!" Kuroi spat before picking herself up. She loomed overtop of her opponent, feet straddling Sheila's side before suddenly, Kuroi would lift her foot up and attempt to deliver a gut-wrenching stomp right into her opponent's midsection!

She wouldn't even bother looking at her opponent to examine the results. Instead she glanced to the corner, then to edge of the ring, then back to the corner. Kuroi had caught her opponent's desperate looks to the outside apron, and Kuroi was just as eager to take things to the next level herself. She was no stranger to weapons after all, actual weapons that was - swords, nunchuks and the like. She was bound to find a few apt substitutes under there, but unless push came to shove, slinging a metal chair wasn't really her style. Besides, her bare hands and feet still had a bit of work left to do on this bitch.

If her opponent was still reeling from the stomp, then Kuroi would quickly make her way to the corner. She scaled the turnbuckles with ease, facing outwards as she gazed upon the jeering crowds through the cell. With a sneer, the mad martial artist turned herself around, eyes on the prize as she looked down at her pathetic rival.

Without a sound, Kuroi would leap of the turnbuckle, her lead leg extended high in the air as soon as her feet left the ropes. She soared with little grace and elegance, opting only for speed and power as she aimed to deliver a devesting diving axe kick wherever her opponent lay!

Spoiler

[BlackAkuma]

As tough as Sheila was, even she found herself withering under Kuroi’s assault. It wasn’t just the power behind each one, though Kuroi was strong, far stronger than most would’ve guessed to glance at her. No, what had the Wild One worn down was the sheer frequency behind each strike, as they came in with a pace that she couldn't deal with. Her skull was getting dribbled against the mat, hammering with a staccato pace, and there was nothing she could do to cope with it.

As bad as they were, though, the final blow was the killer. That one sliced through Sheila’s arms like a knife through paper, splitting her guard clean in half and driving straight into her skull. The elbow nearly opened her head like a coconut, or at least felt like it had, and the result was predictable enough - Sheila, on her back, glassy-eyed, staring out into space.

She was out of it. Totally. She might have stayed that way, too, if some irritating bitch hadn't stomped her in the fucking stomach.

As much as that sucked, it did have a positive effect - it woke Sheila right the hell up, brought some sense back to her as she gasped on the floor. She jerked up, gasped, then fell back to pant on the canvas, doing her best to take stock of the situation. Nothing she could see painted a pretty picture, but she was seeing at least one silver lining through it all - Kuroi had stopped hitting her for a moment. Which probably meant she was setting up something. It was all a matter of what she was going to for, but if Sheila was just a little lucky, then maybe…

Yeah, there she was. Kuroi was about to go airborne.

With only a second or two to spare, Kuroi gathered her wits and rolled to the side as her opponent went flying, giving her nothing but a bear canvas to land on with that narrow ass of hers. She managed to save herself and buy a moment, but Sheila knew that wouldn’t be enough. She had to give this woman some real pain, at least try to even the odds.

With no weapons in reach, Sheila made do with what she had - she reached over, wrapped her fingers into Kuroi’s hair, and jerked her down hard, attempting to slam her skull into the canvas.

[PuroQueen]

From up on the ropes, Kuroi had thought Sheila was as good as dead on the mat. She certainly looked the part, with her eyes closed and her body splayed out the way it was. If it wasn't for her foot forcefully reviving some of the twitch in the woman's muscles, then Kuroi definitely would have thought she had landed an early KO. Not that it would have mattered, as Kamikaze was already contemplating her next move.

Axe kicks were a regular part of her repertoire, but axe kicks from the air, well, that was something Kuroi had just conjured up oh about... ten seconds ago? And with her opponent laid out as flat as she was, Sheila was in the perfect spot for target practice. Unfortunately, though, Kuroi's experimental whims would soon end in blunder. As powerful as the impending move seemed destined to be, most of it would be redirected straight up her spinal cord as her body crashed into nothing but open canvas.

Kuroi let out a shrill cry of pain, her body hunched over in a seated position while her hands clutched at the small of her back. Her eyes hadn't lost track of Sheila, who had managed to roll away at the last second and avoid what surely would not have been a pleasant move. The resulting crash had been frustrating, but luckily not paralyzing. Already, Kuroi seemed eager to spring to her feet, but even that would be put to a halt as her unruly opponent quickly closed in on her.

She fought with the brawler's grip for a few seconds, fingers tussling within the strands of her hair in an effort to dislodge Sheila's steely grasp. But the Wild One's grip was iron tight, and soon, it would be used to smash the martial artist face first into the mat! "Aargh!" Another yelp slipped through the mad girl's lips, as her hands shot up to soothe her face instead, her body wobbling on the canvas.

[BlackAkuma]

Had Kuroi even gone up top before? It was difficult for Sheila to remember. Their last two matches had been such violent orgies that she was having trouble picking out any individual moments, with it all coming together in an insane blur. She wanted to say that, no, despite her name, the redhead hadn't done any high-risk moves since she’d known her. It definitely didn’t match her usual style with so much of her offense being kicks, punches, elbows, submissions, and groping.

No, highflying was more of her thing, not Kuroi’s. So maybe they were rubbing off on each other in other ways, besides the most obvious.

It was just a little food for thought, though as she proceeded to ram her opponent’s skull into the mat with devastating force. It wasn’t much, but it was the first real opening she’d seized on since this match got underway, the closest thing she’d enjoyed to a serious hit, and she’d be lying if it wasn’t damn satisfying. A small start, yeah, but a good one.

So, she’d earned herself a breath. What next?

Her first thought was to just pummel Kuroi a bit, pay her back for all that ground-and-pound bullshit, but that didn’t seem like a winning strategy. She, more than anyone, knew how much this bitch could take, and realized that she would need more - a lot more - if she wanted to climb her way out of the hole she was in.

While still on her back, Sheila gave Kuroi a quick kick in the side, then rolled away, coming out under the ropes and dropping to her knees outside the ring. She lifted up the skirt and started to root around in the shadow, frantically feeling around for what she could find. A chair? That could work. Kendo stick? That, too. Too early to be bring out the tables, though, since she didn’t have the strength to set it up right now.

There was one object she wanted more than the others, though, and she knew it had to be around here somewhere…

[PuroQueen]

Daring tonight, wasn't she? Kuroi's first stunt off the cell was what had allowed her to garner so much momentum in the first place, damn near crippling her opponent and never giving the woman a moment to catch her breath since. In comparison to that feat, a little leap from the top ropes seemed like child's play in the martial artist's mind. If all these other wannabe fighters could do it, there was no reason Kuroi freaking Kamikaze couldn't either.

For her impudence, Kuroi was rewarded with an ass on fire and a faceful of mat. Nothing too major in the grand scheme of things. In fact, she was already on her way to her feet, But Sheila was quick to put an end to that dream too, swiftly stomping out her feeble attempt by launching a well-placed kick into her ribs. Kuroi let out a high-pitched howl, wincing as she clutched the region and rolled onto her side.

Kuroi wasn't sure what to expect next from the bitch. But that's what made her so special in the first place, she supposed - her unpredictability. Kuroi didn't know whether Sheila planned to requite her with a ground and pound, or if perhaps she should brace for a reciprocal attack from the air instead. Either one of those was a possibility when you were in the ring with the Wild One. But after a few seconds of idleness, Kuroi felt just brave enough to peek through her arms, only to notice that Sheila was nowhere in sight within the confines of the ring. She couldn't be that far; they were in a cell, after all. All of a sudden, Kuroi felt a slight rumbling in the ring, followed soon after by the sound of scuffling and scouring from... beneath it.

That cunt was under the ring! In search of something to smack her over the head with, no doubt. With a scowl on her face, Kuroi tried to make it to her feet, her knees wobbly at first before eventually finding their balance. She dashed over to one edge of the ring and peeked over the ropes - wrong side. No matter, Kuroi placed her back against the ropes, using them as a slingshot to propel her to the other side. She wouldn't even bother peeking this time; she could already hear the clattering of chairs and who knows what else getting louder.

Nevertheless, Sheila's blonde mane eventually would materialize in Kuroi's vision, the rest of her head slowly picking up and back into view. Kuroi didn't need to see the rest of her to know now was the time to act. Without wasting another second, Kuroi dove in the air with her arms spread in front of her and teeth flared out, aiming to ram her opponent with a devastating spear through the ropes!

[BlackAkuma]

A stop sign? That would be fun later. Chains? She’d never been a fan of them, but she might get some use out of them once she got Kuroi pacified, if that ever happened. A toolbox? Ah, that was an old-favorite, could be fun.

But no, as amusing as all this stuff could potentially be once she got rolling it wasn’t quite what Sheila was craving the most right now. She tossed out items, scrambling from one to the other, all in search of the one, crucial thing she needed the most right now. Something with distance, something Kuroi wouldn’t expect, something like…

”Fucking finally.”

Something like a fire extinguisher. Perfect.

Unorthodox, yeah, sure, but that was the sort of thing that tended to work best against Kuroi, in her experience. As crazy as the woman was, there was no getting over how skilled she was, and with that opening attack still having a serious effect on her body, this would be a hard gap to close. They were both tough, they were both driven, maybe even obsessed to win, but the running theme was that, every time Sheila had managed to get the better of the madwoman, it came from her either being stubborn beyond belief or exploiting an opening that most wouldn’t have seen coming. She had to use the environment as best she could, had to be cunning, because a straight up fight just wouldn’t go her way.

Having found what she was hoping for, Sheila was eager to put her plans into motion. She pulled the pin, turned to her foe and-

”Shit!”

She looked up just in time to Kuroi hurtling towards her at high speeds. She pulled the trigger, giving her a blast straight in the face, but that wouldn’t do anything to stop her momentum - the two of them crashed into each other with Sheila taking the brunt of it all, ramming her hard against the cage. She fell on her side and dropped to the fire extinguisher, letting it scatter off as she seethed.

[PuroQueen]

Kuroi had been hit in the face with a lot of things throughout the course of her fighting life. Most of those objects fell into the category of conventional pit weaponry: staffs, knuckle dusters, batons - blunt trauma type shit. Brutal, bloody, bone-breaking... yes. But at least you knew they were coming, which was no small comfort in fighting. Stuff like that was usually easier to contend with when you knew what you were in for from the start.

This was just as true in wrestling, but especially more so here. Kuroi had been told to expect the unexpected when she joined LAW, and if she'd actually bothered to watch a few wrestling matches of the hardcore variety before putting pen to paper, she'd know exactly what they were talking about. But of course, the skilled warrior decided to instead chalk off the enigmatic remark as nothing more than a patronizing warning. Who knew that only a few months later, Kuroi would be locked in a towering cell, trapped with a woman she hated like no one before her, with weapons galore beneath their feet?

But a fire extinguisher? There was no way the martial artist could have predicted that.

Kuroi didn't even have time to change her expression. The flame retardant blasted Kuroi in the face while she was still wide-eyed and growling, her body soaring through the air in a spear of straightforward trajectory. The attack still did its job, transforming her body into a hurdling battering ram that saw Sheila thrown back all the way to the cage. That was the first part of Kuroi's plan complete, now came the second part, the part where she rolled back onto her feet and stomped the bitch into oblivion. Except she couldn't. She couldn't see, she couldn't breathe, she couldn't do anything!

"Grraah...! Uuugh! Wha...WHAT THE FUCK?!" Kuroi screamed as the white, stinging cloud of chemicals immediately set about clogging her senses. She tried to wipe the stuff away, but clawing at her eyes did little to relieve the discomfort. Her orbs were on fire, bloodshot and seething from the chemical burn of the flame retardant. Kuroi's vision was nothing more than a blur, and while the effects of the stuff would probably clear up in a short time, Kuroi didn't have the luxury of a few seconds to wait it out. She was in the middle of the fight of her life, and damn it, she was blind!

She had a general idea of where Sheila had tumbled to, her fleeting vision had caught that much. So Kuroi stumbled to her feet, her bloodshot eyes and growling lips still visible through the mess on her face. "AAARGH!" Kuroi screamed, as her fists swung manically in a wild fit of rage. The first few did nothing but rattle the cage and scrape her knuckles, but as she staggered around the enclosure in pursuit of her opponent, she was hoping that sooner or later, those fists would be wailing on the girl who'd done this to her!

[BlackAkuma]

Kuroi had never been blasted in the face with a fire extinguisher before. She might not have known that for a fact, but she knew that reaction well. She remembered it every time someone in her promotion had it, and she even recalled the first time she’d been through it. The shriek of someone who had the sudden urge to pull their eyeballs out just to escape the pain, along with the shock of being temporarily blinded. Always drove you crazy for a little while, until you learned to deal with it, and it was pretty clear that Kuroi had never had that lesson.

Which was a funny thing, now that Sheila thought about it. They were both hardcore wrestlers, but she got the impression that, whatever hell Kuroi had crawled out of before she came to LAW, it hadn't been quite like the hardcore wrestling scene she was in now, where the entire environment was her weapon. The fact that Sheila was only picking up on this at the start of their third fight didn’t say much for her perception, but waver. Better late than never.

It was a good thing to know. Something to file away for later.

For now, Sheila was just trying to deal with the pain, writhing on the floor from the not-too pleasant experience of getting rammed into the cage. It had been a hot minute since she’d had that sensation, and she forgot how much it could suck, like having hot coals raked across your back. In any case, she would’ve been wide open, if not for Kuroi being busy with all…that.

It was kind of funny watching her flail around that, swinging at a target that simply wasn’t there, and Sheila would’ve loved to watch it all day, but she knew that time wasn’t on her side. That foam was designed with the idea that some dumbass might blast themselves in the face with it, while it would be irritating Kuroi for days, she would be able to see just fine soon enough. Sheila needed a plan, and with her body still aching from the opening assault, she was low on options.

Then again, a good one was in arm’s reach. Sheila scrambled to the side, picked up the fire extinguisher, and hurled it towards Kuroi’s upper body, not caring too much what she hit with it, as long as the damn thing landed on some part of her opponent’s body.

[PuroQueen]

It was probably a good thing that Kuroi's couldn't see much right now. That way, she wouldn't be able to look up at one of the arena's big screens, and cringe at how pathetic she appeared swinging at nothing but open air. Her fists, once composed and in solid form, were now swinging about like a chimpanzee, disoriented by a mix of rage and confusion. Her opponent probably would have been having a good laugh at her expense, if it weren't for the the fact that she wasn't in the best condition herself.

The two temporarily stunned fighters hobbled about on the outside, the crowd's hoots and hollers reaching an impatient pitch as they urged them to get back to killing each other already. After a few more useless swings, she finally leaned herself against the cage, her body panting and heaving to regain it's breath. This time, she actually did take a second to wipe away the foam from her eyes, giving them a few hard blinks to revive her orbs with some much needed moisture.

Her vision made a slow return soon after. At first it was nothing more than a hazy blur, but slowly, familiar shapes and objects began to materialize in front of her. The most familiar one of all of course, was Sheila, who didn't look to good herself on the ringside floor.

"Really Sheila? Now you're spraying shit at me? Is that the best you got!?" Kuroi growled dragging herself along the cell well as she steadily approached her opponent. "I mean, I knew you were crude, girl, but that... that's just low" She continued, genuinely unimpressed that her opponent had resorted to a fire extinguisher of all weapons. Still clearly unfamiliar with the devices of pro wrestling, Kuroi had interpreted the unconventional attack as a personal insult more than anything else. "If you actually took the time to learn how to use those ape-hands of yours, maybe you wouldn't need to start throw - "

Irony was a bitch. It hurt like one too, as Kuroi would quickly come to learn when the fire extinguisher suddenly took flight and implanted itself right into her chest. The metal can dug into her breasts, eliciting a shrilled cry from the martial artist. Kuroi staggered back, hitting the cell wall before tumbling to the floor, clutching her chest and writhing in pain as the object clattered on the ground beside her.