Carol Carter vs. Sheila Morgan - Where The Wild Things Are

[BlackAkuma]

”Wait, wait-”

The referee was only just able to move out of the way in time, leaping over the bed with a surprising amount of agility once it was made apparent that, yeah, Sheila would absolutely flatten her against the wall if she wasn’t quick enough. She was starting to wonder if this girl had just drawn the short straw in some kind of bet. Whatever the reason, she was trapped in here with them now, so she’d have to learn to stay the fuck out of the way or get run right over.

Speaking of which, Sheila’s path forward came to an abrupt end when Carol showed some skills, grabbing her by the head and using her momentum against, turning the forward charge into a downward DDT. The Wild One came down right on her cranium, and the soft, velvety carpet didn’t do much to dull the impact. She wound up rolling away and came down hard on her back, a rough landing that only added to the pain going through her skull.

”Like I’d ever tap to-” Her comeback was cut short as Carol rammed her skull into the wall, a move that didn’t do wonders for her aching head. Fighting through the fog, all she could do was throw a wild elbow behind her, trying to catch Carol in the stomach so could make some space between them and recover.

[Sigma Morgan]

Carol really seemed to be focusing on her opponent's head starting a DDT and now slamming her opponent's head into the wall silencing and cutting off her opponent's defiant words. "I'm sorry what was that?" Carol said sarcastically placing her hand on her hip for a moment before resuming her offense grabbing her opponent's hair and pulling it, forcing the woman to look her in the eyes, wanting to send a clear and painful message until... 'UGHHH" Carol let out as the air was knocked from her lungs, she immediately released her opponent's hair and staggered back cradling her gut from the sudden and wild elbow strike.

"What wrong... Headache" Carol asked tauntingly knowing she would give her opponent a concussion rather easily if she kept focusing the woman's head like she was. Carol stood up straight feeling the pain subside and her breathing returning to normal. "RAH!" Carol let out as she moved forward aiming to return her opponent's earlier elbow strike from earlier with her own, but not just one, she was going to keep this going hammering away wildly at her opponent if she could.

[BlackAkuma]

Carol was already proving herself to be one of the more relentless opponent’s Sheila had encountered, ramming her face into the wall with a hellacious impact. Sheila was at the point where she was seeing multiple versions of the woman, all of them smiling down as her head was wrenched. ”I said…” She spat out off to the side, clearing some blood out of her mouth. ”...go fuck yourself, drongo.”

Probably wasn’t necessary to taunt her like that, but it made the elbow she gave Carol that much sweeter. It worked well enough, too, forcing the feral bitch to back off and giving Sheila enough time to get a foot on the ground. Her opponent closed in before she could get much further than that, though, and laid into her with return fire, rattling her skull with a barrage of elbows.

Sheila took one of the side of her skull, then another, then another, before she surged at her foe,, reached out to grab Carol’s legs, and lifted her off the ground with a piercing shriek. She spun about, made sure the landing zone was clear, then fell forward and planted her back on the floor, trying to nail her with a wrestling classic - the Spinebuster.

[Sigma Morgan]

Carol was always a brutal and relentless fighter no matter if she was outmatched or the smaller competitor, she still fought relentlessly. Sheila was proving witness to this as she barely had time to recover before Carol came back from the woman's elbow strike with some of her own! Carol grunted with each strike that landed on her opponent's head head face, landing a particularly nasty looking one to the side of her opponent's head before following it up with two more, too focused on damaging the woman's head to do anything as her opponent grabbed onto her legs. Carol's eyes widened as she was lifted up by her legs and spun one hundred and eighty degree's before being slammed on the ground. "AGHHHH!" Carol let out in pain, the carpet doing absolutely nothing to cushion the massive blow her back took as her arms laid splayed out at her sides, her chest rose and fell with each breath, and a series of pained groans escaped her mouth as she tried to bridge her back.

Sheila managed to stun her with such a massive and sudden slam leaving her vulnerable and open for whatever her opponent had in mind next if she acted quickly enough.

[BlackAkuma]

Carol was bigger than Sheila, a few centimeters and grams above her, but not so far out of her range that she couldn't pick her up and drop her like a sack of moldy potatoes. Slams weren’t her typical style, but she was able to bust them out when the occasion called for it, and it was safe to say this was definitely a situation that called for it - the Spinebuster worked like a charm. After a hectic start, she’d finally put Carol on the floor and earned herself a breather.

”Fucking Christ! Finally!” She threw back her head and took in a deep breath, refilling her lungs as Carol writhed on the floor before her. As much as Sheila wanted to take a little break, she knew that wasn’t in the cards - this wouldn’t keep a woman like her down for long. Didn’t mean she couldn't have some fun, though.

”Rough kind of cunt, aren’t you?” She leaned forward and planted her hands on Carol’s chest, digging her claws deep into both breasts. ”Look fucking stupid in this dress, though. Let’s fix that, huh?”

Sheila’s idea of fixing it amounted to her ripping at the evening gown like it was her present on Christmas Day, shredding it, tearing it to shreds, trying to get at whatever Carol was wearing underneath, all while the referee protested.

”Hey, this isn’t that kind of match!”

[Sigma Morgan]

Carol let out a groan that sounded like a growl as her opponent rejoiced and caught her breath. Carol needed to forced herself to recover as fast as possible though her body was having none of it, only being able to slightly move her arms enough to rest her forearm against her forehead, it was progress though, agonizingly slow progress but it was progress.

"Ugh just shut up" Carol replied hearing Sheila calling her a "Rough kind of cunt" though it was likely true, Carol wasn't in the mood for that kind of shit. Carol's eyes then shot open feeling her opponent's claw like fingers dig deep into her breast causing her to squirm, Carol pressed her hands up on Sheila's shoulders weakly trying to pull away as her top and evening gown were torn to shreds like it was mere paper!

Carol was topless in just seconds her bare breast free for all involved to see, it wasn't embarrassing for Carol seeing how shameless she actually was, she had her top ripped off in her debut match in front of everyone and it didn't both her. To Carol having her top ripped off was more of a turn on then anything else, her nipples were slightly hard though they were far from pebbles so far.

Carol knew she needed to get back into this before her opponent could get much farther attempting to sucker punch her opponent in the jaw from below. If successful Carol would mount her opponent. 'Only fair if we get these puppies out as well!" Carol would taunt before ripping at Sheila's outfit like she had to hers.

[BlackAkuma]

”Make me, fucker.” Sheila shot back with a smirk as she went to work on Carol’s teddy. They clearly didn’t make these things with wrestling matches in mind, all too easy for her too tear it to shreds. For her efforts, the Wild One found out that her opponent was wearing…

…nothing at all underneath. Huh. A little disappointing. Not that Carol’s chest was anything bad to look at, it was maybe a little better than her own, if she were being honest. But she’d imagined the woman was wearing some lingerie underneath. Something to really accentuate that form. Instead, she was going commando. Oh, well.

She shrugged it off and prepared to dip back in, only for Carol to spring back to life with a surprising burst of energy. An errant punch caught her flush on the jaw, and while it wasn’t the heaviest punch she’d ever taken, it did catch her off guard. The worst punches were the ones you didn’t see coming.

Sheila fell back and Carol immediately took her place on top, trading spots with her and repaying the favor. The Wild One bounced about as her opponent went to work, ripping it apart to reveal her lingerie underneath - a tight, lacey number that clung to tight to her skin. Orange, because of course it was.

The fresh air was enough to snap Sheila back to attention, and she glared up at Carol as the last vestiges of the gown were thrown away. ”Enough of that.” She planted her feet on the floor and bridged hard, trying to throw her opponent off and send her tumbling away, hopefully enough to give her some breathing room.

[Sigma Morgan]

Carol's punch was successful, it wasn't the hardest she had ever gave or received but a punch was going to hurt regardless, especially if you were not expecting it, and clearly Sheila wasn't. Carol was quick to capitalize, switching places with Sheila and ripping her clothing off to reveal and orange set of lace lingerie. "I was half expecting you to be naked also" Carol commented before her opponent bridged making staying on top of her a rather difficult job. Carol latched onto Sheila's tight lace top if she was going to get thrown off so quickly she was going to take something with her by ripping it off.

Carol rolled away as she was forced off Sheila creating a bit of space between them before getting to her knees and throwing her opponent's top aside before trying to get a good look at the woman's firm fun bags. "You should take your bottoms off. Then we could really have some slutty fun" Carol said before pushing back up to her feet and waiting for her opponent to do the same. Carol had no problems with using this time to rest knowing the damage she had done to her opponent's head was likely going to linger for awhile if not an entire week if she had a concussion. The usual wolf themed heel put her first up ready to fight the moment her opponent got up and was ready to do the same.

[BlackAkuma]

And now Sheila’s teddy was gone, too. Kind of figured that would be happening at some point, but didn’t think it would be this early in the match. Not a problem, though, she’d come prepared. While she wasn’t a big fan of dressing up in general, she’d had the good sense to give herself an extra layer, just so she’d have something to hold everything in once the first layer got stripped away.

Carol either didn’t think that far ahead or didn’t care, mostly in the buff now. Sheila snickered as she worked her way back up, rising around the same time as her opponent. ”If you want it off so bad, come over here and get it.”

It was a genuine invitation, but it didn't seem like Carol was biting, at least not right away - she hung back with her arms up, defensive. Not a problem for Sheila, though. If she wanted to hang back, she’d happily bring the fight to her.

Sheila came charging toward her, head-on, brought her leg up high and shot it at Carol’s face, trying to shoot through her guard and hit her with a Big Boot.

[Sigma Morgan]

Carol's naked body certainly looked more than appealing to most people and Carol didn't care that it was exposed, she rather liked fighting in the nude but preferred it if the other woman was naked as well and it seemed Sheila wasn't willing to strip herself making the next step in Carol's mind stripping the woman down to absolutely nothing before fucking her senseless after the match.

But first thing was first, she had to get her opponent in a position to wear she could be stripped. Carol felt as if her opponent's little invitation sounded more like a trap and a challenge more than a genuine invitation as she held back deciding to play defensive and punish her opponent whenever she got a counter in.

Carol simply motioned at her opponent and the woman certainly didn't wait or hesitate charging at the wolf themed heel. Carol did her best to shield herself from the woman's attack trying block the woman's boot at the cost of losing her balance and staggering back. Carol tried her best to adjust her stance before throwing a right hook towards the woman's jaw.