Drop Your Glass: Sheila Morgan, the "Wild One" vs. "Bloodied" Yuna Bennett

[Crossedes]

Yuna never needed much motivation to tear into someone. She tore into the few - very few - people back home she considered her mates. Sometimes, they didn't care much to be mates after she finished a match with them. But no one dared tell her to hold back in a match. Fighting served as her motivator, her lifeblood, her hobby, and damn if she would have anyone act like she shouldn't wear herself and her opponent out when they stepped into a ring... or a bar. Sheila's opening gave her hope that maybe the League had figured her out and found a kindred spirit to pair with her. A girl had to be a loon to even agree to this nonsense.

She splatted that kindred spirit against the side of the bar. The Australian had no intention to make her pinning any sort of sexual, but their abs and chests ground together in a way any warm-blooded bitch would notice, like a bully trapping her prey against a locker. "Should have left the drink in it!" she barked, reeling back to throw a fist into Sheila's belly. Before she got there, the smaller, faster woman's fist popped her right in the side of the mouth, snapping her head to the side. Good fucking hit. It stung like a hornet had jabbed her. She licked her tongue over her lip.

When Sheila struck out with a second one, Yuna got her arm up fast enough to bat it away and returned the favor by leaning back far enough that she could swing a chop at her fellow Aussie's chest. Might as well work on tearing through that shirt early.

[BlackAkuma]

Huh. Yuna could take a punch.

Sheila kind of figured as much, but you never really knew until you landed a good one on somebody. She’d thrown down with a lot of big bitches in her day, and they weren’t always as tough as they looked. Having muscles was good and all, but they didn’t make getting punched in the face suck any less. If you weren’t used to the pain, your brain could just shut down on contact.

That wasn’t the first shot Yuna had ever taken to that pretty face of hers. She had enough wherewithal to not only block the second shot, but strike out with a blow of her own. And fuck, what a blow.

”Fuck!” Sheila’s shriek echoed through the bar, following close behind the thunderous echo from the chop. The blow sliced into her chest, and she felt it all the way through - how it didn’t manage to knock one of her breasts free, she would never know. Her back smacked against the bar, and she fell forward, her face going right into Yuna's chest. Not the worst place to be, really. Too bad she couldn't stay long.

Sheila reached up, grabbed hold of Yuna’s hair, pushed away from the bar and fell hard to her knees, trying to ram her opponent’s chin into the top of her skull with a

[Crossedes]

Few sounds thrilled Yuna more than hearing a slicing strike meet with a body, and the sound that came from striking Sheila's chest could have cured the tingling nerves in her mouth. She enjoyed every form of fighting, but chops were so satisfying and simple that she fell back on them anytime she could make the excuse. She watched Sheila fall back, snatched where the smaller Aussie's punch had rocked her to will the feeling back into her lip, and waited to see if the other woman outright collapsed from the hit. She didn't - good fuckin' on her - but mostly because she caught her balance with her face between Yuna's tits. Good fuckin' on her again. "Get a feel, missie!"

The bigger woman was halfway to swinging around with a chop from the other angle, to blast Sheila back against the bar again when Sheila grabbed her hair. Alright, not only had she stayed upright, but she still had her fighting sense. She would have acknowledged that she had a keeper if her head hadn't been dragged down by that grip on her hair in the next second. "Aughffffffff-!" she tried to curse, failing because her bottom row of teeth felt like they had been forced back up through her sinuses. She held to her cheeks as she fell back against a table that barely managed to avoid teetering over when her weight dropped across it, leaving her sprawled on her back.

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila licked her lips as Yuna stumbled back, savoring the lingering taste of flesh. Sweet, tangy, but she hadn't built up that sheen of sweat that could really enhance the flavor. She made a mental note to dive back into that cleavage once they’d done some proper work on each other and gotten a little wet. She was sure they’d get to that point, too - no way either of them went through that glass easily.

For now, though, she had the upper hand, as her surprise attack managed to leave Yuna reeled. She stood up just in time to watch the big bruiser fumble her way onto a table, laying there, wide open, easy pickings. How to make the most of it, was the only question.

She had ideas. Fun ideas. Crazy ideas.

With a growling laugh, Sheila closed in and clambered on the table, standing up and towering over Yuna’s fallen form. The table creaked as all fours of its legs struggled to contain all the weight, but it would be fine - she didn't plan on making it strain for long.

She’d only been on the table for a couple of seconds, just long enough to aim, before she leaped straight up, raised her arm, and attempted to come crashing down on Yuna with an elbow drop, looking to destroy both the wrestler and the furniture beneath her. ”Incoming!”

[Crossedes]

Smarts. What fighters who lacked in size needed was the brain to make up for it. Yuna didn't judge a wrestler on size because some of the most violent hellcats she had ever faced had been smaller than Sheila, who, compared to the bloodied one, didn't come across as all that intimidating. But she had those smarts. Yuna wouldn't have thought of that jawbreaker - she, in most cases, wouldn't have needed it. But it sure did a wonder on the Australian draped across the table, holding the bottom half of her face and rocking her jaw back and forth to make sure everything remained in place. The table didn't serve as much of a cot, either. "Shit," she spat.

Sheila's figure replaced her view of the ceiling lights. The table's creaking gave the downed woman pause... but a brief pause. With one hand still on her jaw, Yuna started to swing, knowing Sheila would fall on her and possibly break the table. She didn't give one shit. But Sheila beat her to the punch, or dive, and Yuna tucked in her knees and braced as the woman's elbow descended. She felt the elbow - who wouldn't - as it crashed into her sternum, but the falling elbow became a long-forgotten sensation when the table cracked and her back fell straight through it.

Yuna couldn't differentiate all the different pains that ached her after the initial, disorienting jolt of every bone in her body. But she groaned, laying between two halves of the table with her fellow Aussie lying on top of her, glad only that the table had split cleanly and hadn't shoved a pound of wood through her back. "Fuuhuuck me..." she groaned.

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila could’ve misjudged the distance and landed on the floor.

She could’ve hit Yuna, broken the table in such a way that one of the legs hit her in the back of her head.

Hell, Yuna could’ve just fucking moved, which was a likely thing to happen since they’d only just started fighting and she hadn't taken all that much damage.

So many things, so many, could’ve happened to fuck this up for Sheila and turned her move into something that ruined the entire match. She recognized all of those risks before she even took off, and registered them perfectly. She just didn't care.

The universe decided that Sheila Morgan got to live another day, as it had done a million times before. Her attack came over without a hitch. For the most part, anyway - she did jostle her shoulder a bit on the impact, it’d be sore for a while. But nothing too serious, and damn sure not as bad as what Yuna was going through.]

She lay in the wreckage, laughing like a woman possessed as Yuna wallowed beside her. It came to a stop when her opponent stopped, downgrading to manic giggles as she sat up and push one half of the table out of the way. ”Maybe I will, if we’re still in one piece after this.” She reached over and gave her opponent’s breast a quick groping. ”’Till then…”

Sheila reached over, grabbed two handfuls of Yuna’s flowing black hair, and stood up, dragging her opponent. She threw a quick knee in her chest as they rose, just a little something to keep the damage coming. ”Come on, get your big arse up, let’s go.”

[Crossedes]

Yuna could hardly appreciate - or process altogether - Sheila's words, since she took to borderline counting vertebrae to make sure everything remained where it needed to be. For a fall through a table, she had come out relatively unscathed, or as unscathed as someone with numbing pain all the way from her neck her her thighs could claim. Feeling fingers on her breast did rouse her to something beyond lying and writhing and groaning, and that much had the Aussie shifting to free her spine from the split center of the table. "You got a fuckin' shitty way of gettin' to second base," she drunkenly critiqued.

The pain would pass since nothing had been broken or split, but that didn't help Yuna in the immediate, least of all with Sheila grabbing hold of her hair. She growled. "You got a death wish!?" Yuna loved a good hair-tugging... anytime she hadn't been put through a table and the tugging wasn't being used to drag her off of that table. She started to lash out, to punch at that weird pointy bone everyone had in their wrist to force Sheila to let her go, but the knee deterred her. She rumbled at its impact and only dug her fingers into Sheila's midriff in response.

"Keepin' receipts, girlie..."

[BlackAkuma]

In her defense, Yuna did have a fantastic set, and they would be all over her eventually with an outfit like this. Might as well get in a good feel, get familiar with the twins. ”Eh.” Sheila snickered and gave Yuna’s breast a parting pinch before she got back to work. ”As long as I get there.”

Back to business.

”I’ve got a bunch of death wishes, yeah.” She threw that one back at Yuna without much thought, hardly the first time she’d been asked that. Her fellow Aussie was getting ticked off? Good. She wanted all the fire she could get out of a woman like this, wanted to see what she could do at her worst. By the time she got this big bitch through the window, she wanted this place annihilated.

”Oh, you want receipts? I got your bloody receipts.” She stood Yuna up, got her on two feet, and only then let go of her hair. The reprieve wouldn’t last for long, though - as soon as she was free, Sheila stepped back, leaped forward, and swung her arm out like a whip into Yuna’s chest, looking to pay her back for the chop she’d taken with one of her own.

[Crossedes]

"Little shit." Most couldn't call Sheila little, but being smaller than the bloodied one qualified her. And anyone could call Yuna a hypocrite. She loved the whole interplay of sex and violence bit, too, but it worked far better for her when she did the dominating. Rarely did a wrestler have the balls to try and give her a taste of her own medicine. She could see how she had pissed people off in the past with her aggression - not that she would ever stop being so aggressive.

Motivated by the intent of ripping Sheila's arms off so she would release her hair, the Aussie had made it halfway to standing on her own already when the smaller woman tried to yank her in place. Enough splinters peppered her back, only a few in the skin, to build a table, but she didn't care. She shoved, but Sheila had already let her go and leaned away. Yuna didn't follow or understand what the little shit had in mind until the blow struck her, a chop that sent pain shooting through her chest and set her breasts bouncing. "Ungh!" The chop sent her turning and left her grasping at the bar to stay upright, which she only did because she propped on her elbow

A guttural growl poured from her. "That's-" She coughed, half from the chest trauma and half from the leftover wood particles from the table. "-not a game you want to play, missy." After a slap of the top of the bar, Yuna reared back for a return chop of her own, this one slowed and weakened by way of her back finding three new ways to ache before she finished the arc on the swing.

[BlackAkuma]

”Oh, fuck, listen to that!” Sheila whooped and hollered as her chop reverberated through the bar. The wooden floor and brick walls gave the echo an acoustic quality you couldn't get in an arena. ”Sounded like it sucked.”

On the surface, this must have all seemed stupid. For all intents and purposes, Yuna was a bigger, stronger, bustier version of herself. It was safe to say that anything Sheila could take, her buffer counterpart could take even more. Trying to outlast her in a war of attrition was doomed to fail.

She knew that. She recognized that. She just didn't care.

Sure enough, according to cherished tradition, Yuna returned fire with her chop. It wasn't pleasant, still had enough fire to make her skin sizzle, but it was far below the lofty standard she’d set with the first one Sheila had suffered. She still hadn't gotten all the wind in her sails from the elbow drop.

That wouldn't do.

Sheila took a couple of steps back, shook it off, then stomped her way back to Yuna. ”That’s the only game I wanna play.” She raised to her tiptoes and got in her opponent’s face, pressing up against her forehead, manic eye to manic eye, her chest jostling against its superior counterpart. ”You gonna do something about it, wonder tits? Huh?”