Sheila Morgan vs Kuroi Kamikaze II - Bound by Bloodlust

[PuroQueen]

The knee dug deep into her opponent's stomach, and Kuroi felt a rush of satisfaction as Sheila's body shuddered and recoiled from the impact. The martial artist was quick to seize the moment, using her knee to probe the side of Sheila's ribcage in search of a specific organ, a target reminiscent of the crippling move Kuroi had last used in their previous encounter in the ring. From the outside, the motion would have looked like nothing more than a tight embrace. But both fighters knew it was costing so much more than that. Kuroi grunted and winced as she fought with Sheila to keep her in place, her body acting as stiff brick wall against Sheila's mad and writhing form. "Gotchya bitch" Kuroi hissed, her warm exasperated breath puffing into Sheila's neck. An enigmatic choice of words, but one Kuroi felt confident to deliver as she finally spotted the familiar indentation of her opponent's liver.

But this was indeed MMA shit, a clinch more effective against the insurmountable barrier of a steel cage than the elastic confines of the ropes. Sheila was just as quick to realize this fact as she was to recover from that knee, and after a few seconds of struggling against the ropes, Kuroi was powerless to stop her opponent from leaning backwards before hurdling forward with a devastating headbutt her way.

"GAAGH!" Kuroi cried out as she felt a sudden jolt of pain explode in her head, skull crashing against skull. The martial artist stumbled backwards, the hands around Sheila's body quickly unwinding to instead palm at her pounding cranium. Kuroi violently shook her head as she tried to regain her balance, throat growling and gurgling with bubbling frustration. While she had failed to land anything major while in the lockup, she had still bought herself a few valuable seconds in the clinch, catching her breath and marking her target on Sheila's body.

Ignoring the steady onslaught of pain in her head, Kuroi charged forward once again. She only had to take two large lunges before she closed the distance once more, pivoting off of her lead foot while sending the other one swiveling through the air. The headbutt had left her vision blurry, compromising her accuracy, but Kuroi hoped to make up for that with startling speed and tenacity in the form of a spinning back kick with heel aimed at Sheila's side!

[BlackAkuma]

The two skulls collided and filled the ring with the sound of coconuts mashing together. While Sheila couldn't say for sure how much it had affected Kuroi, she could judge based off the way she’d taken it, and going off that? Yeah, that had been a solid one. Not quite concussion worthy, not yet, but enough to leave her seeing stars and give her a headache that would be with her for a day or two.

It was worth it, though. Sheila needed the breather, especially after taking a hit like that. The knee wasn’t just random, the bitch was targeting the same spot she’d gone after last time. It wasn’t as bad as the hit that ended the match. She was being targeted, again, a stern reminder that Kuroi was in the coveted ‘crazy, but not stupid’ category.

She’d been dropped that way once. It wasn’t happening again.

Gritting her teeth, Sheila powered through the headbutt and forced her way up to solid feet, using the ropes for much needed support. She was just about to move in for the kill, when Kuroi beat her to the punch, closing the distance and striking out with a powerful blow, another stiff shot to her midsection. This one missed the sweet spot, but it hardly mattered. It had more than enough force to fold her up and send her through the top and middle rope, tumbling out onto the apron.

She might have fallen all the way out to the floor, too, if she hadn't grabbed the middle rope on her way down. She gripped it tight and pulled her way up to her feet, but she was still knocked for a loop, hanging out on the edge of the ring. A precarious position.

[PuroQueen]

The loud crack of Kuroi's foot smashing into flesh was a welcome sound, but surprisingly, it wasn't the impact she was hoping for. Her body continued to swivel after the kick, proving that the headbutt had messed with her bearings. Kuroi nearly tumbled face-first to the mat, saved only by her outstretched hands. By the time she picked herself up, Kuroi's eyes confirmed what she had already felt - she had missed the mark, leaving her opponent only slightly better for it.

While most fighters would have brushed off the miscalculation, excusing it as one of many blunders bound to happen in any type of bout, Kuroi was incensed. First, at her failure to anticipate Sheila's vicious beatdown, then at her sluggishness to fully capitalize when she had her against the ropes, and now her inability to land a move she had used to down dozens of women before her. Pain wasn't an excuse; it never was. The mere presence of Sheila standing before her had an uncanny ability to get into the martial artist's head, to taint otherwise tried and tested techniques with raw, unrefined rage. Kuroi couldn't help it; she screamed, a feral cry of pure exasperation, fingers tugging at her own hair before eventually resetting her sights on her quickly recovering opponent.

Kuroi lunged forward, nearly tripping over her own feet in an effort to get to the ropes before her opponent had fully risen. Leaning over, Kuroi tried to grab Sheila by her blonde hair, accelerating her ascension until the two were face to face, forehead to forehead, hate-filled eyes perfectly aligned on opposite sides of the ropes. The unhinged look in Kuroi's eyes said it all. She was a tsunami of rage, a cataclysmic force that looked ready to implode any second now. She needed to ground herself before it was too late, before she destroyed herself.

With suddenness that caught even Kuroi off guard, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against Sheila's. It was a violent, unhinged kiss, full of teeth, tongue, and aggression. Kuroi could taste blood in her mouth and feel the heat rising between them. Her fingers dug deeper into Sheila's scalp, pulling the woman closer into her lips embrace. While there was no doubt Sheila would be able to give as good as she got, the whirlpool of emotions that had once clouded Kuroi's senses slowly began to coalesce into one singular thought, one driving force: to completely dominate this bitch. One hand relinquished its hold on her opponent's hair before slowly cocking backwards, preparing to break the kiss with a hailstorm of brutal elbow smashes into Sheila's temple!

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila gripped the ropes tight and pulled her way back up, taking care not to fall to the outside and slip up. While she didn’t have a problem taking this fight outside of the ring, accepting it as an inevitability, she wanted it to happen on her terms, while she was in control. She hadn't seen Kuroi use weapons before, and their time on the outside had been brief in their last match, but it was safe to say the twisted bitch was every bit as dangerous outside the ring as she was inside. Either way, it wasn’t a chance she was up for taking. Stay in control, keep control.

That being said, it might not be her choice. Kuroi was already moving in fast, and Sheila was in an awkward place to fend her off, with nowhere to go but forward and the ropes between them. As bad as her placement was, she drew back a fist, ready to strike.

The blow was cut off, though, when her opponent went for passion over pain, pulling her in for a kiss that was every bit as intense as the one in the dojo, taking full initiative this time. Sheila shrieked in surprise at the contact, but that noise quickly gave way to a heated moan, as she began to melt in her opponent’s embrace, savoring the contact. Tongue’s lashing, lips smacking, the tight grip in her hair, the clashing teeth - it was all perfect, the sort of contact Sheila lived for. As much as she wanted to bash this bitch’s face in, it was hard to deny that Kuroi checked many of the boxes she liked in a lover. If only she didn’t have to go and be a certifiable lunatic.

Her hands came up to grip Kuroi’s hair, pulling them even deeper and creating a seal with their lips, as the heat continued to rise. Sheila was getting wrapped up in the moment, but not so much that she was unaware of her surroundings, and when one of her opponent’s hands moved away, she opened her eye to see why. Sure enough, Kuroi was looking to break their kiss in the most violent way possible. Sneaky.

Right before the strikes could fall, Sheila broke away from the embrace, with her hands still holding tight to the redhead’s scalp. She stepped back, dropped off the apron, and fell straight to the floor, ramming Kuroi’s neck into the top rope as she came down slipped off her grip, looking to leave her gasping.

[PuroQueen]

Through the haze of pain and dizziness, Kuroi could hear the cheers and jeers of the crowd, their voices blending together in a chaotic chorus. But she didn't care about them. All that mattered was the woman in front of her, whose salty tang tasted oddly sweet between their love-locked lips, a combination of sweat and passion that she couldn't help but savor. Kuroi's throat rumbled with hungry growls, excited to feel her opponent's tongue lash out pound for pound with her own, completing a visceral connection that fueled their aggression and desire. Kuroi's elbow faltered for half a second, hesitant to so callously break off their mutual lust.

Half a second was all Sheila needed to react though, popping her eyes back open and bending back with expert timing. Kuroi's lips separated from her opponent's with a loud gasp, that wanting twinkle in her eye quickly replaced with a focused glare. She had gotten what she needed from Sheila, a sampling of the gritty debauchery the two would soon descend to. But first, she needed to -

"AACK!" Kuroi choked, her body suddenly driven downwards as Sheila hopped down to the floor below. Kuroi's neck dug into the top rope, compressing her throat and forcing a string of sputtering coughs before she was sprung back up and down again. She lay flat on her back, feet dangling just off the edge of the apron while her hand clutched at the red mark on her neck left by the abrasive rope. With one last loud cough, Kuroi slowly leaned upwards and propped herself up on her elbows, looking down at Sheila who stood just outside the ropes with a satisfied grin on her lips. "So thaaat's what slut tastes like - I like it!" Kuroi rasped, smacking her lips to enjoy the lingering remnants of her opponent's flavour in her mouth.

[BlackAkuma]

The moment Sheila dropped to the ground, she fell to a knee and clutched her side, still feeling the effects of both the shot to her gut and smacking skulls. It probably wasn’t a good sign that she was already showing this much damage so early on in the match, with less than two minutes on count. Burnout was a real concern. And yet, somehow, she just couldn't bring herself to care. She was going to finish this bitch, one way or another, and her body was coming along for the ride whether it wanted to or not.

In this case, her perseverance paid off. As she made her way up, she could see Kuroi on her back, coughing up a storm and getting her jollies in despite just having her throat crushed. Was the woman a masochist? Wouldn’t surprise her all that much, given the way they’d bounced off each other. Sheila couldn't even imagine all the craziness a person like this would have in their bedroom.

But fine. If she liked pain, Sheila would oblige her. ”Plenty more where that came from.”

Sheila stepped forward and ducked down, bringing her head between Kuroi’s legs and wrapped her arms around the thighs, holding them tight against her shoulder. She took a step back, yanking her opponent out under the bottom rope, and her body nearly fell flat before the Wild One summoned her core strength and hefted her back up.

Sheila took a step back, turned to the side, then kicked her legs out and attempted to bring Kuroi crashing to the floor with a powerful sitout powerbomb. Not exactly the sort of move Sheila used often, but hey, she was feeling special today.

[PuroQueen]

Judging from her opponent's cold, emotionless expression, Kuroi wasn't sure what to expect next. A few grueling seconds transpired as Kuroi stared at Sheila from within the ring, her eyes searching her opponent for that same hint of hunger that burned so violently within her body. Kuroi's lips twitched, begging the rest of her body to snap back into action, to seize the momentum while she still could. But as Sheila lifted her up and yanked her out under the bottom rope, Kuroi quickly realized she had little control. Her limbs were limp, her muscles failing her. She tried to fight back, to kick out, but her body lacked the discipline to strike back with force.

Sheila hoisted Kuroi up into the air, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still as the arena's roars reached new heights. Kuroi braced herself for impact, knowing what was coming but unable to do anything about it. Then, with a deafening crash, Sheila slammed her down onto the hard concrete floor with a sit-out powerbomb! The world spun around her, and stars flickered in the martial artist's vision. Her throat burned like fire, her scream coarse and crooked, and each breath was agony. She could feel her body writhing in pain, her muscles and bones aching from the impact. It was all she could do to remain conscious, to stay alert and focused. Her mind raced, assessing her situation and searching for a way out.

Her arms flailing wildly at her sides, flapping about like a fish out of water as she searched frantically for something to pull herself up. But her legs were still draped over Sheila's shoulders, numb and completely out of her control. With eyes closed, Kuroi groaned and grunted as she fumbled in the darkness, until by complete accident, her hands slipped beneath the apron, and her fingers grazed against a cold, metallic object.

She wasn't sure what it was, nor did she care. She simply gripped onto it like a clamp before swinging it blindly from out the apron, the metallic shine of a steel chair briefly coming into view before blurring its way towards Sheila's head!

[BlackAkuma]

Power moves weren’t really Sheila’s things, with her preferring to stick to brawling 90% of the time. It was what she did best, you got more bang for your buck, and it was much easier on her back. She never saw much reason to mix up a working strategy.

But then again, Kuroi was a special case, wasn’t she? If there was ever a time to get a little crazy and dig deep into her moveset, this was it, and the results spoke for themselves. There was just something supremely satisfying about hammering this bitch into the floor like a rusty nail. The sound of the impact, the feedback from the crash, that stupid look on her face as her arms went flopping about - it all made for a wonderful scene, one that Sheila could’ve watched a dozen times. Lucky for her, then, that the match was just starting. She’d have plenty of chances to drill Kuroi into the ground, or even worse. Her mind was brimming with all kinds of ideas.”[/color]

’Bet that sucked, huh?” Sheila managed to laugh through her wincing, as she dealt with the pain that came from plopping her ass down on the unforgiving floor. Not at all pleasant, but since it hurt Kuroi far worse, it was worth it. She kept one hand grasping on Kuroi’s leg while the other reached out and grabbed her top, pulling it down, looking to expose one of her breasts while they had a free second. Might as well start setting things up for later.

Not a bad plan, but it all hinged on Kuroi being out for the moment, and while she was definitely not in the best shape, she was clearly conscious. Sheila figured this out in the hardest way possible, as a steel chair across the face put a sudden end to her gropefest. The hard metal landed with a sickening crack, right on the forehead, and Sheila was laid out in an instant, flat on her back with arms spread and her mouth agape.

”Oh, fuck…” She blinked a few times , as her world came back into focus. ”Fuck!” Yah, all her pain receptors were operational again. Her hands flew to her aching skull as she rocked back and forth, hissing through her clenched teeth and generally hating the world at the moment.

[PuroQueen]

Luck wasn't a word Kuroi liked to use to describe any moment in her fighting career. Luck rarely had anything to do with it; it was always either skill, talent, or genius, or some other conceited trait that she alone possessed. But with pain paralyzing her body and her rival quickly taking advantage of her in more ways than one, Kuroi couldn't feel anything but lucky as the satisfying touch of cold steel in her hand finally came into fruition.

The clang of metal smashing into a skull was the only thing more rewarding. If only she could have seen the look on the blonde's face when it hit her, that would have been the real cherry on top, but Kuroi would have to make do with her opponent's pain-laced profanities instead. With a groan and a shake of her head, Kuroi slowly peeled herself off the cement floor, clutching her back with a loud wince as she surveyed the whereabouts of her opponent. A cool breeze drifting across her chest interrupted her thoughts, prompting her to peek downwards instead, whereupon she quickly realized why the nearby crowd members were hooting and hollering so loudly.

Her titty was out. Now, how the fuck did that hap - Sheila!

With her body nearly paralyzed from the back-breaking powerbomb, Kuroi had been too numb and groggy to notice much of the groping. But as the feeling slowly returned to her damaged nerves, so did the lingering warmth of Sheila's invasive touch. With an enraged growl, Kuroi quickly fixed her top again before shooting the nearby cameras and cell phone flashes a menacing scowl. In a match like this, she knew it was only a matter of time before the two of them were showing plenty of each other's skin. Still, it didn't exactly make her feel special, knowing that Sheila had exposed her first. Fucking skank.

With the chair still in hand, Kuroi used it as a crutch to wobbly get back up to her feet. Her knees buckled beneath her, threatening to collapse completely until they were saved by her other hand, which quickly caught on to the edge of the ring. With a deep breath, Kuroi straightened herself out again, careful not to aggravate the dull pain Sheila's power move had reintroduced into her lower back as she hobbled over to her opponent. "Well, aren't you just a naughty little bitch? If you wanted to cop a feel so bad, you could've just asked. I can be a very generous gal, you know," Kuroi snickered. Any retort her opponent may have had would have been quickly cut off as Kuroi jabbed the metal chair downwards, aiming the chair's crossbar straight into Sheila's windpipe. She placed her foot overtop of the crossbar, using it to steadily extend the folding chair and apply crushing pressure to her opponent's neck, all while keeping the woman's head pinned to the ground and beneath its steel frame.

"I don't blame you, though. I don't plan on asking for your permission either. Nope, you won't hear me asking a damn thing. Not when I crack your head open, or burst your windpipe, or fuck you raw," Kuroi's voice seethed with rage as she pressed the chair deeper into her opponent's throat, every inch of her body boiling with fury as she stood over the downed Sheila. "You, on the other hand, oh man, you're gonna be asking me for a lot. You're gonna be asking me to stop snapping your limbs in two, and to stop pounding your face in, and to stop all sorts of awesome shit! Oh girl, you're gonna be begging me for mercy...! But you know what the best part is? By the end of tonight, when my fist is shoved halfway up that cheap pussy of yours, I have a feeling you're gonna be asking me for more." Kuroi's eyes glinted with a manic light as she relished in the power she held over her opponent, her dark brown irises sparkling with a visceral lust that was impossible to put into words. "And then you'll learn how generous I really am."

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Kuroi released the chair's pressure on Sheila's throat, raising the metal object high above her head instead. She stood up straight, towering over the prone figure beneath her, and laughed cruelly. "Not yet though," she said. "I want to see you suffer just a liiiiittle longer first." Kuroi hissed, squinting her eyes as she took aim and prepared to absolutely hammer the chair into her opponent's face!

[BlackAkuma]

Well, that was disappointing. Sheila had really wanted to be the first one to get off a chair shot. If this bitch beat her to using a table, she was going to be seriously pissed off.

Oh, and she wasn’t too pleased about nearly having her skull caved in, either. That sucked.

It was a familiar pain, but one that she hadn't dealt with since coming to Japan. It said a lot about her lifestyle that this sort of thing was so routine that she knew for certain she didn’t have a concussion, but all the same, it wasn’t a good time. Her brain was thoroughly scrambled, her vision was blurry, and the mere act of forming a coherent thought seemed to cause her serious pain. In summary, she was a bit screwed, and it didn’t look like it was getting better anytime soon.

She was half-aware of what was going on, her vision filled with pulsing spots, but she could hear Kuroi’s scratchy voice over the din of the crowd, growing nearer by the second. As annoying as her voice was - and it was annoying, god, did this bitch love to talk - the good thing was that it gave Sheila a good idea of where she actually was, so she could sit up, move after her, form some kind of contact.

Or just have her throat pinned to the floor. Nevermind.

Sheila’s hands came up and pressed against the metal, in a desperate bid to alleviate even a fraction of the pressure as it all came down on her throat. Choking her, pressing against her windpipe, with the threat of it crushing growing with each passing second. A bad situation, one that was rapidly growing worse, and she had to deal with Kuroi’s speech the whole time, a captive audience while she preened. Cunt got one good hit in and she thought it was all in the bag.

When she finally, finally eased up, Sheila was left to writhe about in a coughing fit, struggling to filled up her lungs, massaging her aching through. Even through all of that, she knew how much danger she was in and could guess what was about to happen. But she was on the ground, vulnerable, and she couldn't even see Kuroi well through the haze. The only thing that came in clear when looked up was that bloody devil thing on her crotch.

Huh. That’d do.

Though she was still reeling, Sheila mustered the energy to jerk upwards, lash out, and throw a wild punch between Kuroi’s legs, going right for the face of her design. Real helpful for her to put that there, too. Almost like a bullseye.