Bodies in the Sand: Sheila Morgan, the "Wild One" vs. "Bloodied" Yuna Bennett

[Crossedes]

Blasting Sheila with a cannon of a punch offered double the gratification - once because of the relief from the litany of peppering blows from the wild one's knuckles and again because the big bitch threw all her irritation from taking that pinfall behind the swing. She adored the smack, loved the way the skin caved in against her knuckles, even enjoyed that her hand came back sore. Not nearly as sore as Sheila, though. As the woman took off in a roll like Yuna had kicked her off the side of a mountain, the bigger bitch, regaining her faculties, grinned to herself. "Don't worry... took care of your shit for you," she taunted.

The initial pleasure didn't last because Yuna had to stop, groan, wrap her hands over her chest where what must have been a billion different red marks covered her upon inspection. "Beat the shit out of my tits like that again, and you're gonna fuckin' miss out, girlie." Disinterested in rolling around dealing with her ills, the bloodied one started to stand. Another pang hitting her right in the head made her pause, but she forced herself up onto shaky feet nonetheless. Worked out fuckin' fine, anyway. A couple of steps, and her head only sloshed like she stood in water.

She slapped herself on the jaw until it straightened out. Perfect, considering she had a naked bitch lying on the ground needing a punishment. Lacking creativity after Sheila's onslaught, the big Aussie kept her plan simple - she took a couple of gathering steps, threw herself in the air, and came right back down with a leg drop that could have pounded Sheila six feet under.

[BlackAkuma]

‘Took care of your shit for you’. Yeah, she sure fucking did. God damn.

Sheila gritted her teeth and groaned, trying to cope with the pain and failing miserably. It was far from the first time she’d taken a shot to the chest, but she couldn't remember when someone laid it in that hard. Definitely not since she’d come to Japan. It felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to her tits, and she almost wanted to make a steroid crack - wouldn’t have made any sense with a body like hers, though.

”Yeah, laugh it up.” She finally managed to find enough air to speak, and rolled over with a chuckle. ”Just wait, I’m about to-”

Whatever Sheila was about to do would wind up lost to history. She had just begun to sit up when she keyed into what Yuna was doing, and it seemed like both Aussie’s were taking to the air today. Yuna’s leg came crashing down on her chest, driving all of her not-insubstantial weight into the chest and bringing back all the pains that the punch had created with interest.

The Wild One bounced off the mat at the impact and rolled away like she’d been struck by lightning, tumbling away. She could only think to roll under the ropes and flop out of the floor, hitting the ringside area with a splash. As much as she hated running away, she needed to make some space, and this match was bound to go beyond the ropes at some point, anyway.

[Crossedes]

As her leg plowed into Sheila's naked body - a thing of beauty, she noticed, with more than a millisecond to appreciate it - Yuna laughed. Cutting off Sheila's big, bad threat entertained her, and a girl couldn't beat splashing a thick leg against a perky pair of tits any day. The landing took some of the fun away, since it sent pain shooting through her skull again, but she ignored it beyond a twist of her neck and a groan. "About to what, bitch? Get your sorry ass flattened? I fuckin' agree!"

Sheila had already tumbled away, though, so Yuna couldn't be sure she heard all of that. Didn't matter - it did Yuna a world of good to say it regardless. She slapped the canvas a couple of times, frustrated that the bitch wasn't still in her clutches, but she didn't waste more time before getting to her feet and marching her way over to the ropes to find Sheila in the spit of water below. Wet and naked, even more appealing. Yuna was stupid, but she wasn't so stupid to think she should go diving outside like some loon. She ducked below the ropes and slid out, splashing down to dramatic effect. And aching her head again. Damn it.

"You ain't gettin' away. You still got your brains," she taunted, stomping on Sheila's back before yanking on her hair and an arm to force her to her feet. She barked right into the other Aussie's face once she did. "Haven't fucked 'em out yet!" First, though, she needed to squeeze them out. She couldn't go too long letting that pinfall settle in people's minds without repaying it, and the fucking could come later.

Releasing Sheila's hair and grasping her arm, the bigger Aussie whipped her at the outside corner of the ring and all that sweet steel waiting for her to collide with it.

[BlackAkuma]

This had gone tits up in a hurry, hadn't it? And speaking of tits, Sheila’s were aching something fierce. Turns out that having about 80 kilos drop on your chest all at once sucked, even when it came down in the form of a smoking hot package like Yuna. You wouldn’t think such a simple move would be all that devastating, but when you had that kind of power and weight to thrown out, just about everything was a crushing blow for the person you were up against.

Sheila could testify to that, put her under oath. Gasping, wheezing, she tried to push her way back up, but it would’ve been slow going even without the water slipping her up. On the plus side, it helped clear the fog out of her mind, but that did her little good with all the pain she was taking on. It just made her more aware of it, really. That, and the fact that her opponent was already on the move, hounding her, intent on not giving her a single inch.

Yuna grabbed her by the hair once more and yanked her up, and just like last time, Sheila fought her every inch of the way - though she didn’t have much in the way of ammunition to work with. She threw out a couple of quick punch into Yuna’s stomach, but she might as well have tried to shoot through a bulletproof vest with a Nerf gun - it wasn’t happening, and she wound up getting hurled for all of her troubles, tossed hard into a steel post.

She smacked into it face first - because of course she did - and wound up stumbling off to the side. She wouldn’t flopped face down if she hadn't managed to get her hands up and grab the guardrail, and even that was a small mercy. She just wound up hanging on it like a wet towel, her arms draped over the side, her legs turned to jelly. Bad position.

Wouldn’t stop her from talking shit, though. ”Still waiting to get fucked, bitch.” She grumbled and looked over her shoulder with a weary smile. ”Better hurry, starting to cool down.”

[Crossedes]

"Would you-" Still fucking beating on Yuna's torso. The bigger Aussie was able to partially lean away and take the blows against hardened abs, but the little bitch could hit hard enough to have her dipping her chest and raising her thigh to prevent her from getting in any more free hits. Her shit stung like fifteen bees right to the gut. "-stop your shit!? Again!" Was becoming a common theme, Yuna's trying to get Sheila to stop all her shit and Sheila's continuing to find more and more shit to do. No wonder Yuna thought they got along.

But for all Sheila's fighting back, it did her a shit lot of good. Yuna watched her ping off metal and end up draped like she was ready for the taking on the guardrail. And the bitch had the audacity to chastise Yuna for not fucking her. She knew how to ask for an angry fuck, that was for certain. Yuna would give her a preview, but she would not give her the benefit of a good fucking before she had repaid her for the pinfall. "Beggin' for it now!?" she blurted, as she came up behind her and slapped hard enough on one cheek to sound like a rifle had gone off on the beach. She smacked the other cheek just as hard.

She slipped her hand down, just far enough so her thumb and index finger would frame the length of Sheila's slit, then drew the fingers together to tease her. "There. All you're gettin' before I get what I want." And getting what she wanted involved swinging Sheila around again, their feet sloshing in the water. This time, she followed the smaller bitch, forcing her to crack her legs against the side of the apron and her chest to go splat on the canvas - a way to get her back into hell and do some damage all at once.

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila liked getting her ass slapped.

That wouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone, given the level of debauchery she’d engaged in just since coming to Japan, but she swore, she didn’t know it herself. Never happened to her before, strange enough, probably because nobody had been brave enough to try. That was until Yuna came up from behind, reached back, and gave her slap so hard she’d be feeling it every time she sat for the next two days. The only thing louder than the noise it made was the shriek that came form Sheila’s lips right after, carrying out across the waves. Her mates back home probably could’ve heard it.

And yeah, it felt good. Damn good. Not that Sheila was going to let her know it. ”That as hard as you…as you…oh.” She let out a satisfies hum as Yuna’s fingers went to work, giving her a taste of so much more to come. A brief one, but welcomed - made her wonder what other talents this boisterous broad had up her sleeve.

However, she would have to wait a bit longer to learn because pleasure wasn’t on the menu quite yet - no, there was still more pain and a lot of it.

Yuna pulled her way and sent her running again, this time hurling her against the apron. Not the most pleasant sensation for her chest, but it did help wake her up. She was getting better, but she still needed to put some distance between her and the wrecking ball that was her opponent.

Growing desperate, shot her leg out, trying to catch Yuna in the stomach with a wild kick, before she scrambled back into the ring.

[Crossedes]

Begging, screaming. Yuna summoned every sound she could want from Sheila, least until the moaning started. The temptation to lay another smacking on her struck the big bitch, but no, she would have plenty of time for that fun once she had unleashed what she planned on the uppity little sheila. The shitty bitch had gotten a dose of almost everything Yuna had in her arsenal between this and their last match, but there was one torture she hadn't yet experienced. Yuna was keen on finding out how she held up. Her guess? Not well at all.

She growled with satisfaction watching Sheila bounce off the apron, and she was already moving, kicking up water to rush up behind her and bash her in the rest of the way. But of course, the wily little shit had enough in her to throw a kick that caught the Australian off-guard. It wasn't the stuff of legends, but it caught Yuna right in the abs where she had just taken hits. She let out a throaty grunt, staggered back, hunched from the impact. But outside of compelling her breakfast to take a backflip, it only made the raven-haired beauty more determined to flatten Sheila. She glared as the woman retreated back into the ring.

"Where I fuckin' wanted you anyway!", she roared out, before she finished rubbing her abs and rumbled to the ring. She climbed up like a woman twice her size, shoving down on the top rope and swinging her legs over it. There she stood, an elbow cocked behind her and ready for the moment she reached Sheila so she could crack that pretty face open with it.

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila’s kick wasn’t anything worth writing home about, but it did the job she wanted it to: keeping Yuna off her, if only for a few more seconds. As much energy as the Wild One had, her opponent’s bigger body meant that she had stamina to spare. In the bar, she could use weapons, slam her off the floor, wear her down with tables - here, it was fist to fist, head to head, and the Bloodied One was starting to press her advantage.

She rolled back into the ring and flopped over to her back near the center, breathing hard, gasping, trying to catch her breath. Sheila’s moment of peace was hard-earned but brief, and she looked over to see Yuna already scaling the ropes after her, looking to continue the beating. As much as it utterly sucked, she wanted to lay down for two fucking seconds, that was a luxury she didn’t have.

”Fine, then!” As Yuna cleared the ropes and came towards her, Sheila forced her way up and scrambled forward, dashing hard towards her opponent. For a second, it looked like she was about to go for a spear, which wouldn’t have done a damn thing to a body like this, but that wasn’t the case…not exactly. Instead of aiming for her stomach, the Wild One aimed lower, tackling Yuna at the knees to try and trip her up.

[Crossedes]

Yuna didn't care all that much for hiding her strikes, but Sheila proved wily enough prey for her to take extra advantages just so she could get that fall she so damn badly wanted. The bitch couldn't see her arm, wouldn't know where the strike was coming, least of all with the bloodied one coming at her with nothing outstretched. She had it all planned out - knock her down, blast her to keep her down, and have her way with her... then have her way with her again in the other sense of the word. As far as the bigger Aussie was concerned, it sounded like the perfect fucking ending to the match. Hell, Sheila was coming right for her to eat it right in the mouth.

Except she flung herself low before Yuna could react, and the impact of her weight against Yuna's legs both wrecked the bigger girl's knees and sent her growling, groaning as she fell back against the ropes she had just scaled. Pure stubbornness and vitriol kept her from falling outright, making like Queen Kong to ensure she didn't get outright knocked on her ass. But Sheila had her by the legs, and she finally crumbled over almost on top of Sheila like a slowly tumbling tree. Fuck, that hurt every tendon known to humanity.

"Stupid wild... slut!" she barked out, and Yuna opted for one of those things she did best, just trying to grind her elbow down into the small of Sheila's back while they lay tangled. The other hand dove between Sheila's legs to once again push the sweet button that lay exposed down there, her fingers aggressively sliding their way across and taking a handful of her but never quite entering. The only fuckin' benefit to Yuna's having kept her own clothes on so far.

[BlackAkuma]

Hm. Did Sheila have a plan with that one? She felt like she should’ve, but for the life of her, she couldn't figure out what it was supposed to be.

She slammed into Yuna’s legs like a bowling ball, and the crash was just about as graceful, bringing the big bitch right down on top of her like a toppling tower. Sheila tried to roll away in time to get clear, but that turned out to be a no-go, and she wound up with her fellow Aussie coming down on her back, pinning her to the canvas, draped over her like the world’s sexiest blanket.

Didn’t feel that bad, being honest. And there were those fingers again, working magic on her cunt, making her moan. That elbow in the back, though, the one that was currently drilling a hole into her spine? Yeah, could’ve done without that.

”Big…dumb…gorilla!” Yuna spat back as she tried to crawl forward, struggling under the weight of her opponent's muscular, enveloping frame. Try as she might, though, it was obvious she wasn’t going anywhere unless the bigger woman wanted her to. Didn’t mean she had to be happy about it. ”Gonna smear that cheap-ass lipstick all over your face when I get up, just watch.”