Blitzkrieg! Sheila Morgan vs. Elinor Klügmann

[BlackAkuma]

For whatever reason, Sheila couldn't help but think of this song that fit that situation. Some old song. Something about pissing in the wind, or tugging on Superman’s cape, or pissing on Superman’s cape, or…something. It escaped her at the moment, but the general gist was that you didn’t go poking a bear, provoking someone in a prime position to make you pay for it.

And yet, that was exactly what Sheila was doing right now. Though she had a good reason for it. Sort of.

Her bet was that ticking off Elinor would make her do something, and then she’d be able to capitalize on whatever that something was. It was a good plan, if you ignored the absolute lack of anything concrete and the total dependence on her opponent giving into the taunts and doing something wild and extreme instead of practical. Hell, Elinor could’ve gotten too pissed off and just started bashing her face in, over and over. Try countering that.

So it was a good break, then, when Elinor instead reached down, hauled Sheila up, and put her back on her shoulders, pulling her body apart with the torture rack. She clamped her mouth shut to keep the groans to a minimum, but that didn't do anything to lessen the pain, couldn't make the sensation of her body being ripped open feel any better.

But she could endure it. She had to. Just a little more…

Her chance came soon enough, as she sensed Elinor get ready to throw her up for something big. It all happened at once, in a sudden rush - Elinor threw her up and started to fall back, going for the double knees, and that was when Sheila made her move. With her arm on her opponent’s shoulder, she pushed away at the last moment, screwing up the trajectory. It was going to end up with her falling just above Elinor’s head, but that wasn’t the only thing that wouldn’t be going Elinor’s way.

As they both fell in tandem, Sheila reached out wrapped her arm around Elinor’s head from behind, and pulled her down as she fell, attempting to bring her opponent to the mat with all her weight behind the crash, going for a slick reverse bulldog. A big gamble, but that was the appeal.

[Baddie]

The moans and groans that Elinor had come to accept as music to her ears weren't croaking quite as loud as she had expected from the torture rack. But that didn't bother her too much. She knew her opponent must have been feeling something, no matter how much she tried to repress it for the sake of putting on a brave front.

Besides, there was no avoiding the world of pain that would be coming her way as soon as that stretched spine of hers landed on Elinor's knees.

Except... Sheila did avoid it. More than that, she reversed it. Just as her arms had finished springing Sheila into the air, Elinor felt a last minute push on her shoulders that altered the course of her aim. Even before she had hit the mat, Elinor knew her opponent wasn't going to be shattering her spine over her outstretched knees anytime soon.

Instead, it was Elinor who would be feeling the brunt of the impact. Sheila had managed to wrap her arms around her head just as they were both tumbling down, sending the back of her head rocketing towards the mat below. "GAAGH!" The crash rattled Elinor to her core, while Sheila herself had managed to land on the mat just above her head.

Her body bounced hard on the canvas, before coming to rest with a flop that left her face first on the mat. "UNGH!.. Fuck!" Elinor groaned as both hands went to clutch the back of her head. her fingers curled into a fist as she repeatedly slammed the mat in front of her, a surge of anger being unleashed on the innocent canvas.

Elinor's disheveled hair created a grisly veil in front of her face, one that would hopefully hide the look of pure rage rage seething through her golden eyes. She slowly tried to perch herself back onto her knees, mumbling to herself in disbelief over how she had let the blonde ruin the the one move that might have finally broken her.

[BlackAkuma]

The nice thing about fighting a woman like Elinor was that she made a lot of noise when she was brought down. She might not have been too big, but she had a solid, dense body, packed with muscle, and when she came down it made for a powerful crash that rang through the arena like thunder. It was this wild, raucous sound, like a shotgun blast, music to Sheila’s ears, and it was made all the sweeter by the way it came about.

”Ha!” She rolled away with a full laugh, clutching her chest to alleviate the pain as she did. ”Can’t believe that fucking worked!”

Yeah, it was a bit of a reach, she’d never done that before and counters were never her thing. But hey, it was worth a shot, what was the worst that could happen? Aside from screwing the move up, then having her face caved in by Elinor.

But forget that, it worked, and now Sheila was presented, once again, with a wide open opponent for her to have fun with. There were all sorts of things she could go for from here, but she was in a mood to start bringing weapons into the mix. Going outside of the ring would take time, though, and Elinor would be back up by the time she returned. Not to mention that she would be moving too slow to get it done fast, with her body still aching from the assault. She needed something close by that she could use against this bitch, something handy, something…something…

…oh. Oh, that was a good idea. ”Love your top, Ellie.”

Sheila went into a mad scramble over to her opponent, crawling up on her back and latching on. Her arms came over her Elinor’s shoulder, grabbed her strap top, and pulled it right up off her chest. With the fabric gripped tight in her hand, she pulled it against her opponent’s neck and choked her with it, planting a knee on her back for extra leverage - but, more importantly, it exposed Elinor’s top tier tits to the entire world. Not that they were leaving much to the imagination before, mind you.

”...really fuckin’ love it!”

[Baddie]

The added weight of the whirlpool of thoughts in Elinor's head seemed to be hampering her recovery. The counter was more dazing than it was devastating, but it was the steadily building rage that was really starting to cloud her judgement. Her mumblings became increasingly more incessant. The reversal, by all and every calculation, should not have worked. Even her opponent laughed at the improbability. By contrast, Elinor's match-ending move would have come with power, skill, and raw talent. Sheila on the other hand had escaped by the skin of her ass, with a healthy dose of luck on the side.

No more she thought. As soon as she got her hands on this stupid bitch, she wasn't going to give her the chance to get lucky again. But by the time Elinor had cemented her plans for vengeance, Sheila had already wound up behind her, and with a plan of her own to boot. Her eyes raced downwards to her top as soon as she registered the Aussie's insincere compliment, only to find a pair of hands gripping onto the thin fabric.

"You wouldn't fucking dare! - GHGH!" Elinore's growling voice gurgled into into a mist of incoherence as her bandeau bra was ripped clean from her breasts, and instead wrapped tightly around her neck. Elinor's hand instinctively shot out in front of her, grasping for ropes that seemed a mile away. It wasn't as if grabbing onto them would provide her with respite anyhow.

The fact that her premier tits were now left gleaming from the spotlights above didn't even register in Elinor's head until a few seconds into the choke, but once it did, she was furious! The crowd erupted to a level not heard in the match thus far, overshadowing any of the sick croaks and gurgles that frothed from Elinor's lips. Her cheeks turned an embarrassing shade of pink, the sheer weight of humiliation overloading her otherwise stone-cold senses.

A sharp jerk into the small of her back tightened the choke to a dangerous degree. Her whole face turned into a crimson hue, with both her veins and eyes bulging out her head from the near-lethal pressure. Her hands clawed at the fabric wrapped tightly around her neck, doing more to shred bits of cloth than actually relieve the pressure. The world around her started to dim, the deafening sounds of the arena going along with it.

Elinor's hands shot even further back, reaching clawing for anything within their grasp. Soon her fingers clamped onto a familiar texture , the silk-smooth golden locks of her opponent. With the last remnants of her strength, Elinor attempted to throw the woman by her hair over her shoulder and onto the mat in front of her. If she was successful, then Elinor would immediately collapse into a heaving fit to regain her breath. However if she failed, Elinore would be mere seconds away from unconscious- a scary prospect in a match where only a submission would conclude the fight!

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila wouldn’t dare? Sheila wouldn’t dare?

That was enough to get a full belly laugh out of the Aussie, as she proceeded to tighten her grip, pulled back with all her might, and choke Elinor with her own garment. ”Bitch, you just don’t know me! I am Sheila Goddamn Morgan!”

Hardcore Wrestling Rule #4: If you can pick it up, it’s a weapon. Elinor’s bra made an exceptional one at that, as the fine fabric stretched out well, but refused to break. She didn’t know what it was made of, but it seemed like the German had designed it out of sturdy stuff, no doubt wanting to make sure it held up in a match no matter how she was slapped around. Right now, though, she was probably regretting that decision.

The crowd approved, though, as they went into a furor, cheering and whooping and snapping up pictures. Elinor’s tits were making their way through the internet, and Sheila could almost guarantee they’d be the subject of hundreds of memes before the day was out. She liked showing them off, she wouldn’t have dressed like that if she didn’t, but this was a step far beyond the pale. It was a shame that Sheila couldn't seem them from this angle, but hey, that was what replays were for.

It was all good, and it was putting Elinor on the path to dreamland. The only problem, though, was that it wasn’t how she needed to win the match. She needed a submission to accept, first, and while Elinor was doing a lot of hand movement at the moment, none of it involved tapping. Maybe she needed a reminder?

”Hey, excuse me?” She lowered her head, making sure Elinor could hear her. ”Might want to tap out, just saying. You think this embarrassing, wait ‘till I knock you the fuck out and-”

She got close, too close, and paid for it when Elinor’s fumbling hands latched onto her hair, yanking it forward and pulling the rest of her body along for the ride. She came down hard on her back, flaring up all the pain from a minute ago and making her writhe. A good thing, then, that Elinor was in a poor spot to capitalize.

As much as it hurt, though, she knew she could afford to let up on her opponent for a second, not when the momentum was so good. Sheila swung her body around, grabbed the heaving Elinor by her hair, and pulled her head in between her leg, ramming her face against her crotch. That first part was just for fun, but the serious bit came when she clamped her legs around her opponent’s head and started to squeeze.

A headscissor. It wasn’t her thing, really - her legs weren’t anything special. But it was the first thing that popped into her mind, and she hopped it would be enough to wither Elinor down further while she recovered.

[Baddie]

There were a myriad of reasons Elinor went with her current attire when she first joined the league. It was tight fitting and offered minimal protection, providing her only with the barebone essentials and allowing her to display the raw power that existed in that muscly frame of hers. Like a spartan warrior without armor, it showed that she wasn't afraid of getting hit. Then there was the sex appeal of course, of having all of her most intimate features so tantalizingly in view.

What it wasn't designed for however, was to be used against her. The tough material felt like a garrote around a neck, steadily squeezing the very essence of life out of her in what was easily the most brutal move of the match so far. But Elinor was in the business of brutal, and while all her instincts flared up at once, telling her to do the one thing that would end this misery, Elinor still had the willpower to resist.

Elinor's willpower paid off, as she persisted long enough to catch the Aussie by her mane and send her tumbling into the canvas in front of her. A giant gasp allowed a rush of air to enter Elinor's lungs, resulting in spastic coughs from the rapid intake of oxygen. Her hands wen to sooth her tender throat, which now had a bright red marking to delineate the effects of the near-ko experience.

Then of course there was her now bare chest, with her ample breasts swinging back and forth with every deep breath the German took. She glanced at the strewn of fabric on the mat that had constituted a bra just moments ago, quickly ruling out any efforts to cover herself up again. She knew what she had gotten into as soon as she had entered this infamous league. Her sweat-racked breasts gleamed from exertion, the curvature of her mounds complimenting the chiseled abs just a few inches below. In a league like this, tits like these were something to be proud of. She only wished she could have debuted them more... ceremoniously.

But there were more pressing matters at hand than the optics of her orbs, namely the fierce opponent who was already overtop her still heaving body. Elinor's wince turned into a small shriek as she was lifted up by the hair and stuffed face first between the Australian's legs. Just when she had thought she had gotten over the humiliation of the bra choke, Sheila had already conjured up new ways to shame the German.

The air supply she had managed to regain from the very brief downtime was immediately put on a timer again, as Elinor's nose found itself wedged deep inside the meaty flesh of Sheila's thighs. As if the hold wasn't bad enough, Sheila compounded the effects with a simple squeeze that sent the sides of Elinor's head pounding from the pressure. Her cries of protest were muffled between the thighs of her opponent, the efforts only serving to waste more of her valuable oxygen.

It was a rather unorthodox move considering what the two had done to each other so far, but it was one that didn't leave Elinor with alot of options. Her hands pressed up against the ass cheeks of her opponents, trying to pry the legs free from her face. Had she been at full strength, she might have actually succeeded, but she was still far too weak to open up even Sheila's mediocre legs.

Frustrated beyond description, Elinor began thrashing her head wildly within the headscissor, her wasted efforts only angering her more. Suddenly a crude idea popped into her head, one spurred by the primal instincts that were steadily taking over her otherwise logical mind. Her thrashing had managed to shift her face only a fraction of an inch away from Sheila's crotch, but that was all she needed to open her jaws as far as possible with the clamp. Without another thought, Elinor buried her face in Sheila's crotch once again, this time with teeth flared in a vicious chomp around the blonde's covered pussy!

[BlackAkuma]

When she had been looking into joining LAW, Sheila had come across some videos of these matches where the girls had their opponents locked in these scissorholds, and they got off on all the squeezing, treating it like some kind of orgasmic, sensual thing. While Sheila was never one to shy away from the image of a sexy woman having the time of her life on someone’s face, she’d never quite made heads or tails of it, alway seemed like a weird way to get one’s kicks. She’d never been the type to judge, not her thing.

Except maybe it was, because fuck, did this shite feel good.

It probably helped that she was doing it to an absolute bitch like Elinor, but she loved everything about it. Just the feel of the woman struggling between her legs, the sensation of her clamping down her skull, kind of like having one of those stress balls between your hands. It was this wonderful, gritty sensation, and knowing how much it was pissing her opponent off made it so much better. She could’ve done this all day. She was tempted to try.

”Enjoying the view, Ellie?” Sheila leaned back and crossed her fingers behind her head, taking a nice breather. This was a great chance to recoup. ”Offer’s still on the table, if you want to give up. I’ll accept it.” She smirked even wider as the woman’s struggles put her mouth closer and closer to her groin. She welcomed it, too, pushing her hips up to grind Elinor’s mouth. ”Hey, if you’re not giving up, you mind putting that mouth of yours to good use?”

Be careful what you wish for.

It took a second for Sheila to register the pain in her crotch, but when she did, holy fuck, did it come in waves. The Wild One let out a hoarse, shrill shriek, then clamped down even harder as Elinor’s teeth sunk into her most sensitive parts. She sat up fast and started raining down elbows into her opponent’s skull in a frantic attempt to loosen her up. ”Fuckyoufuckyoufuckfuckfuck-”

[Baddie]

Once Elinor's teeth had set in, there was no letting loose. Like a rabid dog, she snarled with an insatiable desire to hurt her opponent in her most vulnerable of regions. She could even feel shock tense up Sheila's body, which also had the unintended effect of making her clamp down even tighter on the headscissor. It took an extra ounce of effort, but Elinor held on tight despite the renewed pressure.

Sheila herself had been sent in a wild frenzy over the very low, and very dirty move. Hearing her opponent screeching and screaming turned Elinor's bite into a smile, encouraging her to tug even harder on the sensitive flesh. But she wasn't out of the woods yet, as Sheila's panics soon concentrated into a flurry of elbows aimed right at her exposed temple.

The first few caused Elinor to wince and groan, but still her bite was like a vice grip. The next few caught her right on the forehead, with another one right between her eyes finally causing enough pain to let her go. Satisfied that she had hurt her opponent enough to finally attempt an escape from this damned headscissor, Elinor put both hands on the ground, and attempted the monumental task of lifting herself up, with her opponent's legs still wrapped around her head!

Once her legs had taken over, Elinor would quickly transfer her hands to Sheila's back, cradling the woman's body until she was seated overtop her shoulders. Loud grunts of exertion could be heard as the German carried her up into the air. The feat of strength was admired among the entire arena as Elinor persisted even though her head was still trapped between the her opponent's thighs and subject to her brutal elbows. But Elinor would aim to end that once and for all by dropping down and sending her opponent back-first into the mat with a huge powerbomb!

[BlackAkuma]

Had Sheila ever been bitten in a match? Of course.

Had she ever been bitten on her goddamn pussy? Nope.

This was a new, raw feeling, and words couldn't describe how much it pissed her off, right out of the gate. Pain was one thing, pain she was used to, but taking that kind of abuse in that region was beyond the pale, even for her insane standards. What made it worse was how driven Elinor was to sink the teeth in - Sheila was going to have to see a doctor about this when she was done, no question, and she’d been feeling this for weeks, if not months.

She couldn't drive her elbows in hard enough. ”Get the fuck off, fucking slag!” She hammered her over and over, and she would’ve been happy to do that until the bitch either went to sleep or her arm got tired. Eventually it was enough to make her relent, but that didn’t mean Sheila was done pulping her skull into a fine paste. She just kept clobbering, losing herself in the effort, so much so that she didn’t notice a rather important detail: Elinor was moving.

By the time Sheila registered what was going on, it was too late. She was being lifted up, hauled into the air and pulled in tight, ruling out any chance for the hurricanrana counter, which she kind of sucked at, anyway. There was only one way this was ending, and all Sheila could do was wait for the plunge.

When it came, it came hard, with Sheila slamming into the mat with a level of noise you wouldn’t have expected from her tiny body. She bounced up from the impact, going up at least a foot into the air, before she rolled to the side. The spasms were enough to take her all the way out of the ring, and she wound up falling off the apron and coming in a heap, right in front of the announce table.

[Baddie]

Even though this type of match was all for it, Elinor had her limits when it came to dirty fighting. She had to delve into an abyss of instincts that she really didn't like diving into unless absolutely necessary. Between the brutal choke and headscissors, Elinor had felt like her very survival in the ring had been in jeopardy, and that called for some cruel and unusual tactics if she wanted any chance of holding onto it.

But hey... it worked. Her opponent had been too panicked to properly respond as Elinor lifted her up with enormous effort, only to send her back down with a slam that would have been just as impressive if she had performed it in peak condition, let alone in the middle an already grueling match. Landing so that she sat upright with her legs stretched out front of, Elinor watched with a blank expression as Sheila's body ragdolled so hard it sent her flopping outside of the ring.

Picking herself up onto her feet, Elinor began a slow and pained march to the ropes. She spotted her opponent slumped over the announcers table - a welcome sight indeed. "Man, you even taste like a bitch!" Elinor shouted at her opponent down below, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand to emphasize just how distasteful she found the whole ordeal.

She stretched out her muscles in preparation, groaning as various tendons and ligaments were restressed in the process. She spread out her arms to her side, flexing her pectoral muscles with clenched fists, her breasts brazen and undeterred as they prepared themselves for action. Elinor pushed down on the top ropes, testing the rigidity against her weight.

Satisfied, Elinor bent her knees and leaped over the ropes. Her hands pushed down on the top rope, adding to her height and momentum as she sprung forward with power and precision. She spread her limbs out in all directions mid-air, leaving her bare torso to contend with Sheila in an attempt at a slingshot crossbody to send her crashing through the announcers table!