Laxia von Roswell vs. Sheila Morgan - Lightning in a Bottle

[BlackAkuma]

Back home, with Outback Wrestling, Sheila’d often had these matches she liked to call ‘smokers’. Whenever someone new came in, they would put them to test one night, out of the blue. No cameras, no audience, off the books. Put them in the middle of the ring and just let anyone who wants to step up take a stab at them, see how far and how hard they were willing to go. See if they were worth the trouble of investing.

She could already tell that Laxia wouldn’t have lasted a day in that sort of environment. None of the killer instinct, none of the grit you needed to hang when things got tough. Maybe she would’ve done okay in a regular match, but Sheila was going to steamroll her if she brought this sort of energy to a No DQ brawl.

Sucked to be her. Sheila had no intention of slowing down, ever.

Off she went, flung away with the Irish Whip, with Sheila hot on her heels, her wild hair flying behind her. Sure enough, Laxia spun about to hit the turnbuckle, smacking into it with her back and giving her the perfect target. There was that face, begging for a knee to crash into it.

She leaped up, raised her leg and…

…and she was gone.

Sheila had precisely one second to realize her mistake before her knee smacked on the pad, hitting the patella clean. She bounced out of the corner, landed on her back, rolled over, and came down with one of the canvas while she rubbed the other, hissing as the pain ran its course. It was one of those nasty hits, too, the ones that felt like a shock was reverberating through her legs.