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

[BlackAkuma]

So far, it looked like Sheila and Carol were evenly matched. They had the same fighting philosophy, used the same moves, showed little compunction about dealing out massive amounts of bodily harm, and were both outrageously lustful freaks. Against someone like this, the smart thing would’ve been to hang back, take it slow, and try to get a feel for Carol. Look for patterns, throw feints, play mind games.

There was just one problem, though: Sheila was Sheila. Doing the ‘smart thing’ was never really her style.

Instead of strategizing, Sheila charged in recklessly, discarding caution as she sprinted towards Carol, her leg poised to deliver a devastating blow. It connected…sort of. Carol managed to block it, but it still left her rattled, enough to leave her stumbling. Sheila was just about to move in for a followup when her opponent lashed out, catching her clean on the chin with a right hook.

The blow spun her about, full circle, but she kept her footing and came back with a madwoman’s smile. Carol wanted to slug it out? That suited her. She rushed in and threw out a right hook of her own, leaping into the blow for some added venom.

[Sigma Morgan]

Carol was never one to really plan ahead, she simply looked for what worked and read where her opponent's weak points were and stuck like a hungry predator. Carol's philosophy was a simple one, hit harder, hit faster, win. She couldn't help but crack a smile as her fist connected with a mean right hook, Carol thought this left her opponent wide open for a follow up punch pulling her arm back her eyes widened a bit as her opponent leaped up and returned a right hook with a little bit of flair. The wolf themed heel's head cocked to the side and some spit flew out of her mouth as she staggered back fist clenched fully intent on remaining standing and not going down after one mere punch no matter how hard it was.

Carol's teeth clench stepping forward Carol swung her fist up, if her opponent wanted to slug things out it was fine with her, she planned to show this bitch what a slugfest really looked like with a brutal uppercut to the jaw! If her upper cut connected she would throw a left hook as well wanting to cause even more damage then her previous punches.

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila was no boxer - she lacked technique and could never quite get the patience to put her feet down correctly and maintain the proper form. Still, she tried to make up for it with speed and meanness, two things he had in abundance, and the results showed. Her right hook cracked into Carol’s skull with a deafening thwack, a solid impact that had her opponent reeling.

”Lot more where that came from!”

To Carol’s credit, she didn’t let Sheila’s assault go unanswered for long, returning fire with an uppercut that cracked Sheila clean on the jaw and knocked her up against the wall. She shook it off and tried to move in for another hook, but her opponent was quicker on the draw this time and intercepted with a hook, hammering her in the cheek. Tough as she was, Sheila was still human, and that was a hell of a blow to take out of the blue.

She stumbled to the side, hit the dresser, and dropped down to her knees, her equilibrium utterly rocked. Sheila started to push her way up after a moment, but it was a slow process. "Lucky...shot."

[Sigma Morgan]

Similar to her opponent Carol was no boxer either though the countless brawls she had been in definitely helped hone her punching skill and technique, and that technique was hit shit until it stopped moving. Though she had to give her opponent credit, she really could throw a hell of a punch with a right hook to her face rattling Carol's brain for a moment before Carol came back with a vengeance.

Carol's uppercut landed with authority, cracking Shiela in the jaw and knocking the woman up against the wall. Seeing her opponent trying to recover quick and throw another strike, Carol preemptively threw one of her own, the left hook connecting with the woman's cheek leaving her stumbling and tumbled to the side bumping into a nearby dresser while Carol smiled sadistically and reapproached her.

"Lucky for me or you?" Carol asked as she reached to grab her opponent by the head and pulling her up before attempting to slam the woman's head into the top of the dresser. 'Still lucky?" Carol would ask tauntingly before trying to slam the woman's face into the dresser yet again.

[BlackAkuma]

No, it wasn’t a lucky shot. Carol had just managed to connect on the half beat, landing a blow when Sheila was least able to take it. Perfectly legit, nothing wrong with it, fair play.

No way in fucking hell was she going to admit it, though.

Sheila tried her best to shake it off as she rose, wanting to get back up before Carol could take advantage, but the woman was too smart to waste time, especially when there was damage to inflict. She grabbed her by the head and rammed the Wild One’s face as against, sending beauty products flying - makeup, lipsticks, eyeliners, all flung in various directions.

”You fuck-” Sheila’s protests were cut off when Carol rammed her down again, taking all the fight out of her for the time being. She tried to keep hold of the dresser for a moment, before her grip gave way and she fell back to the floor, flopping over to her chest shortly after.

”When…” Sheila planted her palms on the floor and began to push her way up, defiantly rising. ”When I get up…”

[Sigma Morgan]

As Carol punched and brutalized Sheila the woman was certainly not in any position to talk shit yet the she did anyways. Carol was playing things smart now not allowing Sheila time to recover instead pressing the attack with her campaign of brutality which seemed to be primarily focused on her opponent's head as she slammed the woman's face into the dressed sending the perfumes, lipstick. make up, and eyeliner flying onto the floor.

Carol then batted an eyebrow at her opponent's defiant words, sending her face first into the dresser yet again to silence her before releasing her and letting her fall to the floor. Sheila certainly looked hot laying on the floor in pain to Carol as the wolf themed wrestlers eyes shifted from her back to the drawer, getting a nasty and brutal idea as she pulled out the second drawer down.

"HEY!" The Referee protested only to get a death glare from Carol that immediately sounded the mousy woman's protest which seemed to allow Carol to do anything she wanted to her opponent.

Holding the dresser drawer in her hands Carol stood over her opponent from behind. A cruel sadistic smile plastered across her face as her opponent tried to push herself up with her palms. Carol raised the dresser drawer over her head before attempting to slam it down onto her opponent's back! If the dresser drawer didn't break on impact Carol would lift it up and bring it down on last time to make sure it did!

[BlackAkuma]

Oh, Sheila had all kinds of ideas in mind for when she rose, things she would’ve loved to inflict on Carol the moment she had a chance, but the trick here was getting in a position to do any of that. Hardcore matches tended to be snowbally - when one of the competitors got a big lead, it was always hard for the other to catch up, and that was precisely what she was experiencing at the moment.

Sheila ran her claws through the carpet as she tried to push her way up. She was dimly aware that something way going on nearby, but she couldn't make heads of tales of it just yet. It sounded like the referee was chastising Carol over something, but she couldn't tell what. It was safe to say it wouldn’t be a good thing, and she prepared herself for the worst.

She got it, too, as Carol brought down what Sheila assumed was a dresser on her back, cracking her spine with the hardwood. It went without saying, but whoever made the dresser hadn't intended it to be used as a blunt weapon, and it shattered apart on impact, leaving Sheila to wallow on the floor in a pile of broken wood.

She wasn’t done, not completely, but a hefty blow had been dealt, and she needed some time to recover. It was just a matter of getting it.

[Sigma Morgan]

Was it supposed to be a hardcore match? No, but people like Sheila and Carol could likely turn any match into a hardcore match and anything into a weapon. Carol for instance used the walls and dresser, slamming her opponent's face into them as if she were a ragdoll. It truly had seemed like Carol was in the drivers seat as she pulled a drawer fully out of the dresser and stalked her opponent for a few brief moments, anyone watching the match likely holding there breath as she lifted it up above her head and slammed it down onto her opponents back! The dressed drawer shattered into several pieces.

Carol stepped back as her opponent wallowed and squirmed on the floor, the fine dresser drawer wasn't even recognizable anymore with how many pieces of wood surrounded her opponent. Carol then let out a wolf like how in celebration though she wasn't done with Sheila yet, she was having too much fun beating this bitch senseless.

Carol grabbed a nearby pillow sitting on a chair and took out the pillow, leaving her with just its case. Carol would then pick up some of the perfumes that were scattered on the floor earlier and put them in the pillowcase before walking over to her opponent picking up some smaller pieces of wood to add to the collection. Carol then looked over and saw something on the nightstand. Not wanting to give her opponent too much time to recover Carol decided to bring the woman with her. Grabbing her by the hair Carol would attempt to pull the woman to her feet before pulling her and slamming her head into foot board of the bed.

[BlackAkuma]

…was this bitch howling?

Like, an actual howl?

Even through all the pain, Sheila had to raise an eyebrow at that, not believing what she was hearing for a second. People accused her of being wild - and, well, she was, and damn proud of it. But she liked to think she drew the line at making actual animal noises like a crazy person. There was crazy and then there was crazy.

It was all the more reason for her to get the fuck up off the floor right now, before Carol had the chance to do something even crazier than the shit she’d gotten away with so far. It looked like she was setting up for something big, too, as she started dragging Sheila about by the hair while she put things into a pillowcase, no doubt creating a weapon for her to use. It was a neat idea, really, she had to give the wolf woman credit for creativity, but she had no intention of being on the receiving end of some crazy makeshift flail.

When Carol moved to slam her head into the faceboard, Sheila went into action. She was already on the floor, so she might as well strike out at the closet target - she swung her arm around and shot it between Carol’s legs, looking to hit her straight on the crotch.

[Sigma Morgan]

Was Carol a little crazy? Yeah but in reality you kind of had to be in order to put people through tables and break dresser drawers over there backs for a living, and Carol wouldn't have it any other way and she was proud of herself for it. As Carol grabbed her opponent's hair she pulled her to her target with a purely sadistic smile. 'No hard feelings if you end up in the hospital by the time I'm done. I'll be sure to send you some flowers" Carol taunted as they reached the edge of the bed ready to stun her opponent and finish making her toy.

As Carol set the pillow case down she grabbed Sheila's head with both hands she felt a sudden and agonizing pain between her legs looking down see her opponent had low blowed her. Carol immediately released Sheila's head and staggered away holding her crotch, her legs feeling like Jell-O the entire time before she collapsed to her knee's after she got a few feet away.