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

[Crossedes]

Yeah, Yuna should sit on faces more often. Everything from the sight of Sheila between her legs to the irritated rumble brought the Australian pleasure, and nothing could beat having hands feeling up her legs, searching for a way out. There wasn't one - not unless Sheila got creative, anyway - and Yuna could stifle her wrath long enough to enjoy herself. To emphasize her contentment, she pulled on the strap connecting the cups of her top to air the girls out and give Sheila a good look at the entirety of her excited breasts. "Whew. Got me workin' up a sweat." More like hot all over, both from the effort it took to take her down and from their shared position, but that would be too much of a compliment.

Sheila must have taken her words as encouragement to turn that sweat into a fever. Yuna threw her head back and whistled. Lips and that rough tongue against anything down under worked for her, as did any sort of body worship. Yeah, she'd trained hard to make this body happen. Let people appreciate the fuck out of it. Rarely did Yuna let herself get too distracted by anything sexual in a match, but she couldn't deny that Sheila's tricks had her going damp. The bitch sounded hot in heat, too. Almost made Yuna wish she wasn't smothering her so she could hear her better.

"Yeah, you know your place," she contentedly sighed, reaching back to palm those sweet abs once more and wriggle a finger underneath Sheila's shirt, the fingernail tracing along the bottom of the smaller woman's breast. It took discipline to keep herself from going into an outright humping fit. Yuna didn't hold back in coitus, but she hadn't stepped into any hentai matches. A beatdown remained. "A few more kisses, and I might let you up."

[BlackAkuma]

Ugh. Sheila didn’t hate this, and she hated that. She hated that she didn’t hate it nearly as much as she should’ve hated it. Fuck.

Yuna’d have no way of knowing, but this was the latest step in a trend, one that had been going on since she arrived in Japan. While the Wild One had never been a stranger to sex, her sensual activities had gotten much kinkier since she set foot in the Land of the Rising Sun. A year ago, she’d never have thought she would be fucked by a Native American dom in the middle of a BDSM Club, but that happened. She never thought she would be fucking a crazed German bodybuilding business tycoon in a hotel room brawl, but that happened. And now she was here, getting her face sat on by a woman who looked like her evolved form, giving her oral while she laid on a booth in the middle of a staged bar.

Life took some strange turns. She wasn’t complaining, though. It was hard to, when she was this turned on. Yuna was getting lost in the moment as Sheila put her skills to good use, stimulating her with skilled fingers and an eager mouth. It wasn’t all one-sided, either - Sheila was a big fan of that finger at her breasts and those hands on her abs. For such a rough, rowdy bitch, she had a sweet touch, something she often struggled with in the bedroom. She was so used to going all out in everything, it wasn’t uncommon for her partners to get worn out and ask for her to dial it back, something she always sucked at.

But Yuna? Yuna was good. Good enough that Sheila already knew precisely what sort of match she would be asking for in the rematch, win or lose.

That was later, though. Now, right now, she had business to take care of. Business that involved getting the big Aussie bitch off her face. So, on that note…

Sheila planted her feet, and her hands switched for a soft caress to a tight grip, pulling Yuna’s succulent thighs to her shoulder. She tensed up, summoned all the strength she had left, and drove her way upwards, standing tall with Yuna on her shoulders, rising up and lifting the bigger woman along with her. Her back flared, sharp agony shot through her spine, but it would only have to endure the weight for a couple of seconds. That was all Sheila needed to step forward, kick her legs out and send her opponent crashing into the floor - or a table, if it happened to be in the way - with a sit-out powerbomb.

[Crossedes]

Yuna did intend to let her up. She still had a different hunger eating at her. People called her a freak because she enjoyed competitive violence nearly as much as she liked sex - more when the sex sucked - but she had never cared. Let people talk. The only person in the room who had earned any of her respect was the one currently wedged against her pussy, and she seemed to enjoy violence every bit as much as Yuna did. Sounded like she was enjoying this, too. No one could claim Sheila had bad taste. The Australian whipped out her hair and aired out her top one last time, trying to calm the rumbling and throbbing in her core so she could get back into fighting mode. "Lunch break's over, girlie. Take that tongue- Whuh!?"

What Yuna at first thought was Shiela's attempt to pull her crotch closer for a better taste turned into her being lifted. Sheila had a body to kill for, but Yuna couldn't fathom how the smaller woman managed to so much as pry her off her face. She kept thinking she would flop back down, and even grabbed at a tuft of the other Aussie's hair to remind her who should have been in charge. "What the hell do you think you're-" Her disbelief saw her in the air before she had done anything to defend herself, and she barely swung a punch down at Sheila's temple before she felt the momentum and peered over her shoulder at what was coming.

It wasn't a table, save for some shards of wood from the one already destroyed. She might have preferred the table. Her back crashed against the wooden floor, which had zero give, hard enough for her to skid and nearly end up with her ass over the top of her head on the landing. "Aaaaagh! Fucking fuck!" Pain seared through everything from her neck all the way down to her knees, and she tensed up onto her elbows, trying to decide if she could get up again for the rest of the match.

So much for ignoring the pain in her back.

[BlackAkuma]

Fuck. Fuckity, fucking, fuck, that had been goddamn murder on Sheila’s spine. While she was strong, a lot stronger than people guessed based on her wirey body, she was no heavyweight, and lifting Yuna’s bigger body up had been a true feat for her, one that would’ve drawn applause from the crowd if there had been any crowd to applaud. But it came with a price, wrecking her back in the process. While nothing was broken, she could feel a sharp pain in her lower back, one that had no business coming from the body of a 22 year old. Painkillers were in her future.

But you know what? Hearing Yuna’s cursing made it all worthwhile. Even that punch in the face that she’d taken along with it, one that would no doubt grow to a full black eye, was a small price to pay, and Sheila couldn't hold back a laugh, even as she laid on her back and stared up at the ceiling. ”Having fun yet?”

As much as she would’ve liked to lay there and listen to the sounds of Yuna’s agony, she knew there was work to be done. Her own back hurt too much to stand, but she could crawl and did so after taking in a lungful of air. She slithered way on top of Yuna’s body, dragging herself over the bigger woman until she was face to face - a good feeling, too, but she kept focused on the task.

Sheila grabbed Yuna by the head, dipped down, and pulled the two of them in for a hot kiss, if you could even call something so wild that. It was a violent, passionate embrace, almost more of an attack than anything else. Teeth clashing, tongue lashing, accompanied with heated, feral growls. It would only last a few seconds, but she would stuff no small amount of heat into the short time.

It was for fun, looking to get some relief after that lewd interlude. But it was also a distraction, trying to lull Yuna for the real move - she parted lips, pulled away, then jerked her head down at maximum velocity, crashing their skulls together in a vicious headbutt.

[Crossedes]

Most people wouldn't have guessed it about her, but Yuna liked a good massage. Went with the whole enjoyment of body worship. And she planned to hogtie the first half-assed League masseuse she could get her hands on to spend the whole week fixing her back. She had been injured enough and knew her body well enough to know that at worst she had nothing more than a sea of deep-muscle bruises, maybe something in her spine that would flare up. But the pain could have convinced her that her spine would fall before she finished the match if she didn't know better. Only knowing better allowed her to finally cease her bridging and stretching to fall flat on the hard floor. The damned hard floor.

"Shitty little bitch," she griped, at the shitty little bitch who was laughing. In actuality, it was fucking hot that someone who probably weighed anywhere from twenty to forty pounds less than Yuna did could lift her well enough to pull off a move like that one, but outside of her body still throbbing through the aches, Yuna didn't much care about anything hot. Not even Sheila climbing that tight body on top of hers, not even that pretty face hovering over hers still in mid-grimace, not even-

"The fuck you doi-" No, the kiss worked alright. Whatever cooling effects the landing had on her, the kiss reversed. It was Yuna's sort of kiss, too, the sort that could leave a mouth sore after it ended. If she had felt more like using her arms, she might have yanked Sheila around in search of control of the kiss herself, but she didn't do more than tug on some hair and jab her hands around the edges of Sheila's shirt again, feeling up that warm skin.

Of course, she ended it with a headbutt. They must have cloned the bloodied one without her knowing. Yuna had a hard head, but having it bopped back into the floor lessened her ability to take the blow, and she groaned out her complaint. A throbbing head matched with a throbbing back, at least. She brought both hands up to hold her skull and only worked herself up to talking once her vision stopped doubling. "You're gonna... hate it when I put you through that window."

[BlackAkuma]

It just wouldn’t be a Sheila Morgan match without a headbutt. Probably not the smartest move, especially when she two limbs that were viable for punching, but traditions had to be observed.

Of course, it came with the obvious price - as you’d expect, Yuna had a hard skull, and it was about as pleasant as a brickwall to ram against. The only reason it hurt more for her opponent was the wooden floor; even still, it was enough to leave her starry-eyed and stunned. Thankfully, her foe’s breasts were nearby and made for an excellent pillow to rest her head against.

”Yeah. Damn proud of it, too.” ‘Shitty little bitch’ was such a good description of her, she could’ve put it on her resume. She made it work, though, and it was that tenacity that let her survive where others would’ve gotten fucked up - she had a hard time imagining someone in her weight class standing up to a beast like this without bringing crazy stuff out of the arsenal.

She had started to nibble on Yuna’s tit when the woman brought up something about a window, making a lightbulb go off in the Wild One’s head. ”Oh, right.” She grabbed her opponent’s breasts and used them for support as she pushed up to her feet. “Almost forgot about that, thanks.”

Sheila grabbed Yuna’s head once again and tried to pull her up along with her, no small task considering how wrecked her back was. She pulled the Bloodied One’s face as she did to shut her up and give her a little reward for all the hard work, since she seemed to like getting her fingers all over it. ”Almost there, almost there.”

[Crossedes]

"Let me add-" Yuna had to pause to think straight. Damn cracked heads. It would pass, but she sure hated the feeling in the interim. Damage to the body? Fair game, a bit of fun to it. Knocks to the head? A girl couldn't get her thrills from that. "'Fucking mental' shitty little bitch." She decided that she hadn't given it to her "good enough" as she rubbed between her eyes. "With a pointy-ass forehead." Not pointy in the slightest, but Yuna got her kicks out of berating people - especially the ones she thought were alright.

The smaller woman might have eaten her way through Yuna's top if something the raven-haired beauty had said hadn't tipped her off. Yuna rarely thought she should avoid giving her opponents ideas - sometimes she needed to spell out to them how to give a proper beatdown - but most opponents weren't Sheila. The other Australian matched the closet thing Yuna had ever faced to a fighter who matched her on hell-bent violence, and no one would make the mistake of giving Yuna ideas, either.

"Find a new way to get a bitch to move!" she called out as Sheila again gripped her by the hair and head, and with her arms having only started to feel less like jelly, Yuna went for the old-fashioned smacks to both of Sheila's sturdy sides and tried to keep herself rooted to no avail. Didn't help when her back couldn't support her legs and her feet couldn't grip. Her arms wouldn't support more than a handful of strikes, either, so she resorted to clawing at those pretty abs again and trying to rip off Sheila's shirt like she promised with her fist crammed into the back of it. Small, petty successes counted.

[BlackAkuma]

As a fellow owner of long, lustrous locks, Sheila knew how painful it was to get her hair yanked and used for a handheld, hence her eagerness to bring that treatment onto Sheila. There were few better ways to piss someone off than yanking on their strands, and she was starting to make a real sport of pissing off Yuna.

”Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Sheila muttered at the potshots about her looks, as she continued the sisyphean task of standing up the busty brawler. ”You say that, but you know you’d be fucking me and my pointy-ass forehead if I gave you half a chance.”

An enticing thought and one that stayed with her as she hauled her upwards, especially when Yuna went on the attack. The punches in her side were a pain, but nothing she couldn't deal with, as Yuna was still weak from the slam. The ripping, though? That was a little more grating. Sheila’a top wasn't exactly made of the finest materials money could, so when the big bitch got her mitts on it and started to pull hard…

Yup. There it went. Sheila’s breast spilled out, slick and shining with sweat for all the world to see. Not that she had a problem with nudity, but that was the only wrestling top she had on hand. She would have to sew the fucking thing up until her mates back home could send another. She hated sewing.

”Okay, I was just going to haul your ass and herc you through the goddamn window.” Exactly how she would’ve done that, Sheila hadn't worked out yet. ”But now? Detour.”

Sheila got Yuna up to her knees, then moved around behind her and reached to grab two handfuls of tit. At first it just looked like she was groping the woman again - and she was, but that wasn’t her only aim at the moment. More importantly, she clutched her opponent’s top tight, balling the material in each fist.

”Deep breath, and-”

Sheila yanked up and proceeded to tear the top off, snatching the bikini up with all she could muster. Making matters worse, she pulled the material against her opponent’s neck as her knee pressed her in the back, using it like a makeshift garotte to choke the life out of her. For Yuna’s sake, she hoped this thing tore as easily as hers had, or else her neck was in for a rough time.

[Crossedes]

Yuna's griping didn't reflect her sentiments. Yeah, she didn't enjoy being on the back foot, didn't enjoy her back hindering her ability to raise hell, but she couldn't remember having a better fight in years. But she saw the griping, the berating, the cheek as all part of a proper fight, and she almost never let her mouth stop running in a match, winning or losing. She hopped right back to it when Sheila spoke an unquestionable truth - fuck yeah she would have fucked her brains out, but she could learn that later. "Yeah, halfway up your ass with a jagged dildo!" she growled instead.

The words amounted to small satisfaction. Ripping off Sheila's top to reveal a pair of breasts as grabbable as Yuna had expected? That healed the bloodied one's back and, despite all her aches and the tugging on her hair, brought a smile to her face. "There. Air 'em out," she said, sounding smug but failing to look it as she fumbled to untangle Sheila's hands from her black locks to no avail. Doubly so when Shiela yanked hard enough on it to make the bigger Australian cry out - almost scream - and stumble over onto her knees. "Ungrateful shitter."

Apparently, all she had in mind was a groping. As she honked both horns, Yuna threw her head back, searching for a return headbutt that missed. "If you want 'em so bad, take the top off, ya galah!" Yuna got precisely what she asked for. Still too bashed to follow Sheila's hint about taking a breath, the Aussie was caught swinging elbows behind her when her top slipped up, sending two weighty, full breasts bouncing free, and the strap made it to her neck. "Ghhhk!"

Opponents had tried to choke Yuna before - in fact, enough that she didn't panic as soon as any normal woman should. A few of them had wanted to kill her. But they hadn't choked her with her own top, and certainly not after coming a swim bottom away from licking her clean. Even as she rasped and struggled, her body taken over by a common sense of self-preservation and a refusal to let Sheila choke her out, the adrenaline rush and the predicament sent her freshly exposed peaks into a frenzy. But her fingers wriggled between the makeshift garotte and her neck, and she yanked hard enough to tear it in half.

She flopped over onto her chest, her entire body rocking with heavy, audible breaths.

Shit. A girl couldn't find this brand of crazy just anywhere.

[BlackAkuma]

Heh. Well, at least Sheila didn’t have to guess about Yuna’s kinks. ”Not gonna sweet talk your way out of this, love.” The woman loved to talk shit, didn’t she? It was a significant change of pace - most of Sheila’s opponents either tried to stay serious in the fight, didn’t have the creativity to say anything worth hearing, or couldn't understand her in the first place. Just one more thing she missed about fighting her fellow Aussies. It was rare to find this unique brand of fire anywhere else. Snuffing it out was almost a shame.

But she knew how, and she was making good progress on it, too, as she pulled the top tight around her opponent’s neck and struggled to keep her under control. No easy task, that - Yuna was about as strong as a bull and twice as ornery, going into a wild fit as Sheila cut off her air supply. It made for a good show; she could’ve watched these magnificent orbs flop around for hours, but she was too busy pouring her all into the effort to appreciate them truly. She fought for her footing, stumbled left and right, and ate a few elbows into the side for her trouble.

Ultimately, the garment could only take so much and snapped clean away, but the damage had been done - Yuna flopped forward, falling flat on her chest, refilling her lungs with deep, haggard breaths. You’d have thought she was on the verge of passing out, and she was, in all likelihood. It was a good thing she hadn't thought - not only would that have been a shite way to win, but Sheila really wasn’t looking forward to the task of dragging this woman across the bar and hurling her hefty arse through a window.

Sheila tossed what was left of Yuna’s top away and gazed down as the woman’s fine behind while she considered her next move. She could’ve just stomped her opponent into oblivion, worn her down to the point where she couldn't fight back - if she’d really hated her, that would be the go-to. But, truth told, she was having too much fun to be like that. She would win this match in a moment; things were well in hand, but she still wanted to indulge. Just a little.

She plopped down on the small of Yuna’s back, leaned forward, and laid across her, letting her bare breasts press into her shoulder. She slipped her arm around the woman’s neck from behind and pulled it up, choking her. Just enough to keep her under control. ”I’m about to close this up,” She spoke straight into her foe’s ear, letting her whispers tingle the fine hair with her hot breath. ”But I just wanted you to know, in case you get knocked out - had a lot of fun, here. You want a rematch, you got one. Your pick on the stips.”

She bite at Yuna’s ear, just hard enough to leave red marks. ”Better be fucking hot, though, whatever it is.”