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

[Crossedes]

After flopping like a fish, Yuna couldn't bother to think acutely about much of anything except waiting for the first normal breath to come back. But cognizant thought beyond the struggle started to creep back in alongside a few coughs, and she pawed at the floor and lifted her head. Ah, right. In addition to having been choked with her top nearly to the point of falling unconscious, she still had an aching back and a dozen other minor problems that she couldn't pinpoint. And the floor was fucking cold against her sweaty tits. And she was still wet enough to question how her body had responded to the choke. All in all, it was possibly the best wrestling match Yuna had ever participated in, and she couldn't think of too many that came close. "Stu- stupid bitch," she rasped.

Said stupid bitch dropped on her back, and Yuna, some of the adrenaline still pumping, started to thrash. The arm snaking around her neck put an end to that idea yet again, and Yuna, still uppity from the first one, brought her hands up to pull at the arm so tightly that she could feel her nails sinking into Sheila's skin. "Guhk..." The smaller woman had left her just enough space to breathe, but her words came out in pieces. "Got... a damn... cho... king fetish!?" Fuck, maybe Yuna did. Between the arm around her neck, the breasts on her back, and the words and promises blowing into her ear, she knew whatever camera they had hidden in front of the two of them got a load of her face, which she couldn't imagine looked anything short of lust-filled... not to mention the moan that rolled from her throat.

But her brain gave her a reminder as her breathing struggles resumed - no, fuck this. The shitty little bitch couldn't get away with choking her out and tossing her through the window like a dead dingo. The bite served as a trigger, and Yuna contributed half of the breath she had left to roar like a woman possessed. She reached and grabbed the seat of the booth to their side and used it to start pulling herself to her feet. Her back ached, her throat struggled to avoid collapse, but she got herself upright enough that she turned to smack the monkey on her back against a chair.

[BlackAkuma]

”Bitch, I’ve got an everything fetish.”

Not entirely true. She did have some limits, mainly when it came to anything bathroom-related. But there was a wide range of things she enjoyed, especially when they involved muscular, violent women. Right now, she was getting her rocks off, putting the squeeze on Yuna, and wearing the bruiser down, to say nothing of how much she loved the feel of her breasts on this sweaty beauty's bare back. She slid her hips back and forth, enjoying a teasing hump against her lovely ass, just thinking of all the things she would’ve done if she’d had the time.

Later, later. Business for now. The choking was working wonders, no reason to fix what wasn’t broken. ”Just drift off, ‘kay?” She snuggled in, getting nice and comfy. ”You’re just gonna take a little nap, and then-”

Sheila was just starting to ponder her options for getting Yuna’s deadweight through the glass when the problem was rendered moot - Yuna was getting up all on her lonesome. Sheila clamped down tighter than ever, but that seemed to egg the Bloodied One one on, making her even stronger. She held on like a limp as the woman surged and swung her around, hammering her back into a nearby chair and sending it flying away.

It stung like blazes, but Sheila held on, determined to break this bronco if it was the last thing she did. ”Stubborn fucking drongo!” She hissed. ”Fucking drop, already! Christ!”

[Crossedes]

Had this exchange happened in private, Yuna might have been more accommodating. She had enjoyed a good fight, a good romp, her body remained primed for anything scintillating. She might have liked to see where Sheila took things, and she didn't afford that sort of treatment to many people. Most hadn't impressed her enough for her to bother. They couldn't have hoped to keep up with her, and more than likely, they would have finished any sort of sexual exchange with as many bruises as they had earned during the match. Sheila had that much going for her. Right bedroom, right circumstances, even someone as wild as Yuna could make it work.

But Yuna had too much ego and too much fury coursing through her veins to take the choke lying down. The lights tried to shut off twice from the choke as the bigger woman flung Sheila against the chair, but pure vitriol kept her going even with her face turning red from the pressure. Knowing her oxygen wouldn't last, she jolted her whole body to throw off Sheila's iron grip and suck in one clean breath. She put it to good use. Tilting her head to find the wall nearest the window, the Aussie amazon drove herself in that direction before turning, driving her shoulder and Sheila's whole side into it.

She had to shake free - and she had a chance to throw Sheila through the window in the same motion if she could manage it. Staring through to the cold, hard walkway outside with ill intent as she held to the wall for balance, Yuna reached over her shoulder and started clawing. She had a handful of Sheila's hair first to pull the woman more onto her shoulder, then pulled on her neck, then managed to slip a hand under one of the other Aussie's armpits. With that grip, Yuna let out a cry and yanked with all her might to flip Sheila over her shoulder and toward the window.

[BlackAkuma]

Yuna might just have been the most stubborn woman Sheila had ever met, not including the last time she looked into a mirror.

There was resilience, there was toughness, and then there was whatever-the-hell this woman was working with. Sheila clung on for dear life as the bestial brawler rose, only losing her grip for a moment before she clamped back on. While this wasn’t the usual way she liked to win her fights, she couldn't see much of a better way with a woman like this - she was too tough to take head-on, too strong to overpower. She needed to get her weak, first. Wear her down, then go for the kill.

But Yuna wasn’t getting weak. At all. It was like the more damage she took, the more she wanted to dish out. Admirable, Sheila liked it, but it was making her a pain in the ass to deal with. ”Fuck’s sakes, go to sleep!”

Sheila’s growls turned to shrieks as her air was suddenly yanked, caught in the Bloodied bitch’s iron grip. She was getting pulled forward, with the obvious target being the window, and there wasn’t a whole lot she could do about.

Well, maybe one thing. She’d never tried it like this before, but hey, it was a special kind of day.

As Yuna flung her over her shoulder, Sheila’s arms came around her head, catching her by the neck with a three-quarter facelock. She pulled herself down to the earth and dropped on her arse to execute her finishing move - a stunner, or as she called it, the Kitchen Sink.

[Crossedes]

Yuna already knew she likely couldn't drag Sheila as far as the window, but if she could pull her off her back, only good things could come of it. No, no, great things would come of it. The Australian didn't do geometry, hated it in fact, and could hardly think straight with her eyes starting to water from Sheila's grip. But she glanced ahead of her at the window as she fought to snatch Sheila over the shoulder. The bitch would land, she could hold her up, line her up, and one perfect impact would send her against the window if not through it. All she needed to do was hit the spear at the right angle. And she could tell - one good shot was all she had left in her.

Finally, Sheila's weight left her neck. Yuna would have said one last smarmy thing if she had the breath, energy, or time, but she put all her focus into cocking back on one foot, spreading her free arm, readying herself to lurch forward. But Sheila wrenched her neck on the way past, and Yuna stumbled rather than lurched with Sheila dragging her toward the floor. Fuck. It. It didn't matter. Yuna roared once more and lunged, her chest and shoulders smashing into Sheila's hips as the woman dropped past. She tumbled forward with the same motion.

She had not one fucking clue what happened as the fallout, but her shoulders smashed into the glass. She didn't expect it to break from the impact - but it did, and she went tumbling and yelling as it gave way, all sense of space lost to her.

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila woke up with the taste of asphalt in her mouth.

She came to with a sudden jerk, opened her eyes, and stared into the darkened street. She didn’t know where she was for a few moments, and her brain was having trouble coming up with ideas - she lived the sort of life where there could be any number of reasons for her to be face down on the street. Maybe she’d gotten drunk at a bar somewhere, or she’d wrecked on her bike, or-

”-landed first? I couldn't tell.”

Who was that? A man’s voice roused her, and she looked up to see a couple of referees standing nearby, having a spirited conversation as the stage crew bustled around her. Was she in a match? Yeah, yeah, she was. She’d been fighting with this crazy, super-hot brunette from her neck of the woods, tearing up the place, going hammer and tongs. Sheila was getting the better of her, but Yuna activated Hulk mode and started raging everywhere. Sheila managed to catch her with the Kitchen Sink, but then the bitch slammed into her, and…and…

With a furrowed brow, Sheila looked around at the tiny bits of shattered and scattered glass. It was sugar glass from the looks of it, the kind people used in movies for this sort of stuff, not pleasant to get hurled through but far less likely to cut you up. She still had plenty of cuts, but nothing a first aid kit wouldn’t handle. She spotted Yuna beside her, similarly messed up, and all the pieces came together.

Fucking crazy bitch.

The referees finished their conversation and looked back over the two of them. They shrugged, almost in unison. ”You both went through at the same time, pretty much, so…” He scratched the back of his head. ”We’re calling it a draw. Sorry.”

Sheila stared at him for a moment, blank-faced, as the weight of his words settled in. All of that carnage they’d went through, all of that destruction, the hell they’d just unleashed on their bodies, and they couldn't even get a clear victory over it. They’d basically come close to murdering each other for zero gain. A total loss. Nothing but blanks.

Sheila smiled.

Then she snickered.

Then she fell back and burst out laughing, letting her manic cackles filled the night air. There wasn’t a single part of her body in pain right now, and she couldn't have cared less. ”Oi! Yuna! You big dumb bitch! You hear that?”

[Crossedes]

Yuna didn't think she had hit her head, but maybe her neck or shoulder. Too many things hurt for her to tell, and after the fact, her ferocity waning, she labored for a clear breath. She could tell that she lay on her shoulders, her leg was somewhere above her, and her other arm had been pinned beneath her and ached like she had pulled a ligament. Fine, good. Still compared nothing to her back. And her shoulders. And her chest. The pains across her upper body didn't come from blunt force trauma, either. They came from a million tiny stabs.

She didn't bother focusing on whoever the fuck was speaking. She grunted, grabbed at her chest, opened one eye wide enough to see it. Three or four specs of blood. Right, the... glass. Seemed shitty to have been glass. Yuna had fully expected to have to bang into that thing with all of her might to make the glass shatter, which was part of the reason why she had tumbled out onto the ground like an overturned crate of apples. A shift of her leg summoned a shattering sound and more tiny, stabbing pains, telling her that her leg was buried in a pile of not-glass. "Christ's sake."

She dragged herself upright, sending more of the shards dribbling onto the concrete, and she started checking things. No broken neck, no broken ribs. Back was destroyed, but she hadn't hit it again so it couldn't be any worse. She would look like a grape in a couple of days, but eh, she had endured worse. What bothered her more than any of her injuries, as she finally turned around to notice anyone outside of herself, was the words she caught from the League's head nerds. A fucking draw. The Aussie stared at them like they had shit on the ground between Sheila and herself.

And Sheila laughed. "Fuck off!" was all she said to the other woman's comments, but after a second of thought, she figured how the fuck else could the match have ended. They had discovered Yuna and her mini-me, both of them too stupid to have let themselves lose. After a moment of pouting, she shoved the rest of the sugar glass out of her lap, cutting her hand in the process. "Worthless crap." With that same hand, she reached over and slapped Yuna across the abs with just enough gusto for it to echo from the opposite building.

"You best fucking believe I'm seeing you again in a week." She paused. No way either of their bodies could wrestle again in a week. "Three weeks. You need some sense fucked into you."

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila should’ve been as pissed as Yuna was, if not more. She’d been in LAW for months now, and hadn't really made any momentum in her career. She’d been defeated in her debut match, then defeated again. Hard bouts, yeah, but coming up short was coming up short, no way to pretty it up. She had two victories, but both were on the iffy side, with her squeezing by out of technicalities and a little bit of luck. It wasn’t the start of a promising career, and she could’ve used a good, solid win against a monster like this to start climbing the ladder.

Maybe she would be pissed off later, once the painkillers did their work and she didn't have alcohol in her system and reality set in. But for now? Just. Did. Not. Care. She’d had a banger of a night and she’d do it all over with the same result a dozen times if she had the chance.

And it looked like she would. Sure enough, Yuna wanted seconds.

”Ow! Fucker!” She snapped at the slap to her stomach, then went right back to laughing some more, with it only dying down after a few seconds. ”And who’s gonna knock sense into me, wonder tits? You? You’re welcome to try.” She rolled over and punched the bigger woman’s shoulder. Her idea of ‘playful’ was still pretty hard. ”You’re on. Hammer out the details yourself, I’ll be there for whatever you pick. Just make in hentai, I want to fuck you brainless.”

Her mouth was already watering at the thought. For now, though, all she had to look forward to was a stay in the infirmary as the paramedics came their way to tend their wounds. There was still enough time for one last bit of fun, though.

”Oi,” She curled a finger Yuna’s way. ”Want to seal the deal with a kiss?”

[Crossedes]

"Don't think you heard me right!" the big woman barked, inching forward to get closer to Sheila's face. "Knockin's only a part of it. I know this thing's too hard-" She thumped at Sheila's head, then stopped to cough. Damn choking fiend. After that onslaught, she was lucky she remembered how to breathe on her own. "-to beat any sense into it. I said I'm going to fuck it into you, hentai match or not." But, if it remained up to Yuna, hell yes it would be a hentai match. She wanted to hear those moans again, after all, and she hadn't gotten the chance to properly break that body... even if it did look like hell, same as Yuna's.

Wisely, the two suits had slipped their way out of the scene to let the two stew. Yuna wanted to throw some of the half-assed glass at them and tell the medical staff to screw off, but doing so struck her as more trouble than it was worth. Screw it, let someone besides her pull the splinters out of her back and slap some alcohol on her cuts. Saved her some trouble. Sheila's words caught her before she could stand up, though, to start threatening the people with the band-aids to do what she demanded.

A kiss? The big Aussie couldn't have looked like more of a sourpuss at the initial request... not because she had a single issue with Sheila but because she was left without the satisfaction she wanted after their war. But the more she looked at the beaten-down hottie, she more her lips upturned. "Fuck that and fuck you!" she yelled, reaching over to smack her across one tit and maul her to the ground. She stopped just short of setting off Sheila's fighting instincts, smiled down at her like the shitty bully she was, and reached down to plant a sucking kiss hard enough to leave a mark on the woman's neck before switching to her lips.

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila was still snickering when Yuna came over and thwacked her upside the head, which made her laugh even harder. Yeah, her brain might’ve scrambled a bit, didn’t make that out right, but she liked the sound of it, now. The idea of having Yuna all over her, pounding her crazy in the ring, the two of them sweaty and ripping and fucking like wild beasts…it definitely appealed. Hell, she wouldn’t have minded doing a little preview right here and now, if it wasn’t for all the bits of glass all over the place and the numbness going through her body.

She could wait three weeks. Barely, but she could do it.

Sheila had just started to sit up when Yuna smacked her breast, pushing her back down onto the asphalt and giving her some fresh cut. Her initial reaction was to go into fight mode, but she held back and was rewarded with a satisfying, sloppy kiss to her neck, which was almost more of a bite. Sheila shrieked and smiled as she threw her head back, nearly banging it on the street. ”Ah, you crazy, fucking-”

And there was the kiss. A good one, too. Sheila purred into Yuna’s throat, a feral sound befitting someone with her nickname, as she melted in their embrace. Every touch was golden, and her tongue went wild, diving in so deep that her lips melded with her former - and future - opponents, not showing a single gap between them.

She did have to pull away after a moment - she had to breathe, after all. But she did so with a sigh, closing her eyes and relaxing as much as one could on solid ground. ”Yeah, that’ll tide me over. See you in the ring, love.”