[Humiliation Hardcore Match] Nerissa Labong vs. Sheila Morgan - Wild And Free (Apex Qualifier Match)

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila was far from a boxer, and you could tell that with just a simple novice’s glance at technique. Even if you had no real experience with the sport. While her strikes didn’t lack for power, they were sloppy and devoid of technique. Her balance was off, her arm wasn’t quite straight, and she threw far too much of her body weight into the punch, which would’ve left her wide open if it hadn't connected. This was how she threw punches by default, and getting clobbered from pillar to post by Nerissa hadn't improved her form.

But it didn’t matter much, really. Her punch wasn’t meant to impress - no, all she wanted was raw damage, and it did the trick.

Because of the way she’d been throwing herself forward, she couldn't really see the way her blow connected, but she didn’t need to, being honest. She’d felt the impact, sensed it traveling through her body, getting that marvelous feedback through her entire body. Then there was the sound of pure anguish she got from Nerissa’s voice had this slick, slithering quality that stayed sexy no matter what she was saying, and it sounded every bit as alluring crying out with pain as it did with pleasure, and it was enough to make Sheila spurt out a brief burst of laughter after she hit. Until she nearly fell flat on her arse, anyway. ”Ah, fuck!”

She dropped to her knees and pushed up right after, throwing out a random, wild punch through the air as she rose. Sheila had underestimated her own strength and overestimated her own sense of balance, and the awkward stumble was the result. She was sure she’d leave herself wide open, and she was fully expecting Nerissa to pounce while she was spun about. Lucky her, she caught a small break - the Echidna was just as winded, just as hurt, just as…

”Heh.” Sheila’s smirk fought through the pain as she saw her opponent rise up with that bloody, crazed smile on her face, something straight out of a slasher flick. It seemed like they were both on the same page now, even if it took a little while to get there - this was the sweet spot. Giving out pain and taking it, seeing who could stand and fight when their body was threatening to quit. This was a hardcore match, their kind of hardcore match, and Nerissa’s crazed words only confirmed it. ”Dead cert. Come on, then.”

And Nerissa did come. The woman was a bat out of hell, closing in on Sheila with a furious charge. It was all Sheila could do to get on two solid feet as her opponent went skyward and flew towards her face, slamming knee against chin with a shot so hard it left her neck sore from the whiplash. It was enough to bring her foot off the floor for a second, and she went stumbling back when she hit the floor, going further and further back, until she backed into a couple of guards on the perimeter of the makeshift fight pit.

”Pardon, pardon.” She spat off to the side, flinging a glob of spit and blood from her now-busted lip, and focused on her foe, looking at her through the one eye that didn’t have blood leaking into it. That had been a good shot. Real good. Could she do better?

Sheila was determined to try. She pushed off the guards and came running forward, trying to close in on her opponent before she could do the same. She didn’t have anything fancy in mind, now - instead, she just went with the first thing that came to mind. No wind up, no taught, just swing.

Sheila threw herself into Nerissa, full body, and came at her with a flurry of wild punches, going for quantity over quality, not even caring where or how they landed. She planted her foot, lashed out, and let her defenses fall to the wayside, daring Nerissa to do the same and see who’d come out on top.

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Nerissa has never been able to properly express her emotions in words. But instead, her body language spoke much more and better. The native American woman aspired to live here and now. You never know what will happen tomorrow. No one even knows if tomorrow will come at all. So what's the point of caring about something that may never be? Pleasure. Not someday. Now. Most people didn't even know what it was like. But not Nerissa.

She loved driving. She loved karaoke. She loved alcohol. She loved sex. But most of all she loved to fight. It was impossible to put it into words. But the feeling when adrenaline runs through your veins during a match is one of the best pleasures a person can get. The Echidna loved to fight because it makes her really alive. And she had no doubt that Sheila felt the same way.

And when two such women collide in a fight, the world begins to burn. Nerissa wasn't going to back down. And Sheila, too. They were both insanely stubborn. And each of them wanted to prove themselves. Nerissa respected the aspirations of her rival, but this only further inflamed her passion. Victory or defeat. You can never know what awaits you at the end of the match. But she intended to give everything she had in order to crush the Wild One.

It was evident in her eyes at the moment when she rushed to the Australian woman. Her nose was bleeding and her head was filled with pain. But at that moment, the Echidna wanted only one thing. She wanted to continue the match no matter what. It was this desire that she put into her knee when, at the speed of a train, it crashed into the blonde's chin.

Pain and dizziness did not allow the Echidna to land confidently on her feet, which is why she ended up on one knee. However, this did not prevent her from enjoying the result. Sheila's head snapped back as if about to leave her neck. The Australian woman backed away and only the fact that there were security guards behind her did not allow her to collapse to the floor. The amount of blood on her face had increased, now the scarlet liquid was flowing not only from her forehead, but also from her lip.

Pushing off with both hands from the floor, the Echidna straightened up and headed to her rival. But it seems Sheila wanted to bring her own challenge. The blonde, spitting blood, pushed off from the backs of the security guards and went straight to Nerissa. And it seems she was not going to give the native American woman freedom of action. With a wave of her arm, she aimed her fist at Nerissa' face. The Echidna threw her left hand up in order to cover the left side of her face with the forearm.

"Ghhh..." Involuntarily escaped from her mouth, because even despite the block it still hurt.

But, as it turned out, this was only the beginning, because less than a second later another fist crashed into Nerissa's bare stomach. Some of the air left the lungs of the Native American woman and she was even forced to take a step back. However, Sheila wasn't going to let her go so easily. Another fist went to the right side of Nerissa's face and she tried to use her other hand for protection. But as soon as she used the block, another fist crashed into her ribs on the left side. Because of this, she relaxed her hands for a moment and thanks to this, Sheila sent a new punch to her left cheek. The Echidna's head jerked to the right, and saliva mixed with blood flew out of her mouth. The flow of scarlet liquid from her nose increased significantly.

"Guuaah!!"

These were definitely not professional punches. She had enough boxing experience to understand that. Sheila's punches were not connected in a certain sequence. The Wild One. Indeed. Not quality, but quantity. Did she want to force Nerissa into a deep defense? No... the Echidna knew what her rival wanted. Not from wrestling. Rather from MMA or fist fights. Two fighters beat the shit out of each other in the center of a cage or pit.

"COME ON!!!" Nerissa screamed in a burst of emotion, taking a sharp step forward.

The Native American woman intended to throw a quick left jab into Sheila's chin. Although Nerissa didn't even bother to make sure that her punch hit the target because at the same moment Sheila's fist crashed into her jaw again. Blood flew out of Nerissa's mouth at the moment when she hissed like a real snake. Putting strength into her right hand, she intended to turn on her toes to the left side in order to strengthen her right hook, which she intended to send to her opponent's left cheek.

"COME ON!!!!!!!!" She screamed even louder.

It was a very noticeable contrast. Despite the fact that Nerissa was brash and fast, she didn't base her punches on speed alone. In each of her punches, she put not only strength and speed, but also technicality. And so she was going to continue her sequence of attacks with a left uppercut to Sheila's stomach.

The blonde brought the challenge. And the Echidna knew that she would not back down. Therefore, this exchange of blows had only one end. It would end only when one of them will not be able to continue to strike. It will end only when the pain becomes so great that it will be simply impossible to stand it.

Nerissa suffered from every blow of the Australian woman. Agony began to fill both her body and her mind. However, it was so exciting that she simply could not deny herself the pleasure of checking whether she could withstand everything that the Wild One was ready to give her.

And so, despite the hail of blows from the blonde, she intended to continue giving her own blows. A right cross to the jaw. A left hook in the ribs. And a left uppercut to the chin. Blood was flying in all directions and it was already unclear whose blood it was. A real bloodbath, which was an insane spectacle even for the most sophisticated viewers. Nerissa didn't know how much she could take. She knew that at any moment Sheila's punch could be too heavy. She knew she could lose this exchange of blows. She knew she could lose this match. But even if that's the case, she'll give everything she has before that happens.

[BlackAkuma]

The crowd had been steadily getting into this right from the beginning, and now that the fight was out amongst them, they were reaching a fever pitch. Some of them were cheering for the Aussie upstart, seeing her as the underdog in this fight and getting behind her wild attitude. Others were firmly in Nerissa’s camp, loving her cool atmosphere and sensual, seductive style. Everyone loved the raunchy way these two had kicked things off, and while they had no way of knowing all the debauchery the pair had gotten up to prior to this match, none of them would’ve been all that surprised to learn about it.

Sex and violence, mingling together. Violent pornography. LAW in a nutshell, really.

”LET’S GO, SHEILA!”

“NERISSA!”

”LET’S GO, SHEILA!”

“NERISSA!”

”LET’S GO, SHEILA!”

“NERISSA!”

The cries were growing stronger, a rising undercurrent amidst the sea of cheers, as these two gladiators tore each other up for their amusement. There was a raw, visceral energy in the air, and it transferred to everyone in the city, an infection that spread and festered. It was the kind of energy Sheila craved, the sort of thing she got back home in smaller doses, and she would’ve loved it.

Kind of a shame, then, that she couldn't hear a bit of it. Her ears were ringing, consumed by the sound of rushing blood. Hell, she couldn't even see anything, really, keeping her eyes closed as she winced, scrunched up from the pain. The only way she even knew where to strike was because she could guess based off the punches she took, with each one giving her a clue to Nerissa’s position.

It was all she knew and all she needed to know. Strike. Hit. Stand. Survive. Phone Booth fighting.

She planted her feet firm and lashed out, hurling blow after blow at furious pace. She wasn’t even sure what she was hitting anymore - was that a jaw or a shoulder? A forehead or a chest? It didn’t matter. They were crashing into flesh and bone, tearing into the same body she’d been caressing not too long ago, and that was all the confirmation she could ask for. Nerissa was hurting, she had to be, and Sheila knew that even a woman like this had to have limits. If she got hit enough, she’d fall down. Stronger. Harder. Faster. ”Drop!”

She threw out a hook and took what had to be Nerissa’s version in response, this crushing blow that snapped her head so hard it made her neck sore. She even blacked out for a second, a blink of unconsciousness, before she came back to the world and kept swinging. It was only a small miracle that her opponent was still in front of her when she did. If she’d sidestepped, Sheila would’ve just swung out at the air like a madwoman until she flopped on her face - funny, but not helpful. ”Go down, come on-”

Her stomach, her chin, her jaw, her neck, her head, all of it took the punishment, locking her in a time warp, making it impossible for her to tell what was coming her way. Adrenaline was driving her, but even that could only take her so far. Sheila was a tough human, but a human all the same, and it was only a matter of time until the tide turned, until-

There. Something crashed against Sheila’s skull, and that was the last drop before the dam burst. Sheila spun around her heels, a full 180 degrees, and she stumbled away from Nerissa with unsteady steps. One step, then another, before her knees gave way and she fell forward. She only just managed to get her hands up at the last second and save her face from smacking against the concrete.

Sheila laid there, still for a couple of seconds, before she trembled and made a feeble attempt to push her way up. Like a crush bug clinging to life, crawling forward, dragging herself along the floor.

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Punch. Punch back. Punch. Punch back. Nerissa didn't know what Sheila was thinking at that moment. But the Native American woman herself thought only about how not to fall. Every damn time she threw the fist at her opponent, the blonde did the same in response. The forces were leaving the Echidna along with the blood. Every fist smashing into her body was like a cannonball. She didn't even notice it, but every time Sheila's fist smashed into her body, she let out a furious but painful groan.

It's okay for viewers to have a favorite. But today was a different case. Today, the audience did not crave the victory of a certain fighter. Nerissa and Sheila showed them what an uncompromising match is. Both women were equally eager to win. Both women were equally eager to surpass each other. And isn't this the real pro wrestling?

The Echidna noticed that she began to slow down. It was getting harder and harder to answer Sheila's every punch. A simple question popped into Nerissa's head. How the hell strong her opponent is? After receiving another punch in the face, Nerissa felt her legs tremble and her fists relaxed. Experience told her that this was the finish line. If she gets hit again now, it will be the end. But now it was her turn. Her last chance.

"GO FUCKING DOWN!!!!!" She screamed, putting everything she had into the uppercut.

It was beautiful. Cruel, but beautiful. Nerissa's knuckles slammed into her opponent's chin. A resonance passed through her arm, which can only be felt during the collision of bones. But what was much more important was the consequences of this punch.

Sheila's hands dropped like two rags. Her head snapped back, and then her whole body turned in the opposite direction. The Australian woman staggered a few steps forward. And then she fell. And although she managed to cover her face so as not to aggravate her situation even more, it was clear to everyone who watched this massacre. Sheila lost this exchange of blows.

However, she wasn't the only one who fell. Almost immediately after the blonde was on the concrete floor, the Echidna collapsed to her knees. Immediately after that, she leaned forward and put her hands on the floor, thereby ending up on all fours. There were tears of pain in her eyes. Blood was dripping from her face. The Native American woman coughed and several more large red drops flew out of her mouth.

"Fuck..." she muttered.

She was in agony. Belly. Chest. Ribs. Face. Bruises and blood were everywhere. Although, of course, her face suffered the most. The Native American woman felt that the several places, where Sheila's fists hit most often, were slightly swollen. And she still couldn't breathe through her nose because the whole space there was filled with blood.

When she looked up, she found that Sheila hadn't stayed where she was. Yes, she didn't get to her feet. But she was crawling forward. Slowly, but surely. It could hardly be called something serious. But Nerissa saw something else in it. The blonde still wasn't ready to lose. Her fighting spirit was not broken. The Echidna gritted her teeth and rose to her feet with a painful growl, accompanied by the screams of the audience.

Taking a step forward, she intended to bend down in order to grab Sheila's blood-stained hair. She wanted to pull her rival by the hair in order to lift her slightly. And if the Australian woman had not put up significant resistance, then hardly anything else would have prevented the Echidna from wrapping her arms around the blonde's head with a side headlock hold.

"Move... fucking... aside..." Heavy breathing, she would have said to the security guards standing in front of them.

From her voice, the security guards had no doubt that they should obey this order. Therefore, as soon as Nerissa took the first step, they immediately began to push fans aside in order to clear her way. She just needed some space? No. She needed what was behind the audience. And when they parted to the sides, several rows of chairs appeared in front of Nerissa and Sheila. That's what she needed.

Squeezing the head of her rival, the Echidna intended to take three wide steps forward, pulling the blonde along with her. On the third step, she was going to make a jump and then throw her legs forward. Yes, she knew that landing after this would not be the most pleasant for her. But she also knew that Sheila would be much worse off when, thanks to a running bulldog, her head collided with a pile of metal!

[BlackAkuma]

Just move forward.

Don’t think. Don’t wait. Don’t talk. Just move forward.

Sheila dragged herself across the floor, looking for all the world like she’d just been hit by a car. Being honest, she would’ve preferred that - she’d had it happen to her before, after all, a glancing blow from a pickup truck in a street fight that got out of hand. That had sucked, put her in the hospital for a week, but it had only been one quick hit. Getting hit by Nerissa felt like taking that pain in smaller installments, suffering it all over her body.

Her chest ached, definitely something broken there. Her neck, too, for whatever reason. She couldn't say for sure, but she was about 50/50 on whether she’d received a concussion or not. There were fractures, here and there. It seemed like every second that passed made her aware of some new pain, and each move she made exacerbated the litany of injuries she was wracking up. This was the exact thing they talked about with career shortening matches, and she just didn’t care.

Blood was dripping down her face, getting in one of her eyes and forcing her to squint it tight. Everything in front of her was cast in a red filter, and the taste of iron was thick on her tongue. She didn’t even know what she was moving towards or what her goal was - she just knew she had to keep moving. If she could stand up, she could fight. She could still win this. While she’d come out the worst in that whole exchange, Nerissa had to be hurting, too. She was human - a supernaturally sexy succubus of a human, but human. Even now, Sheila could turn this around with a good shot, but she had to get in position for it. Just one lucky moment, that was all she asked for.

But people could ask for all sorts of stuff. People in hell asked for ice water. Didn’t mean they were going to get it.

”Get up.” She muttered under her breath as she made the monumental accomplishment of pushing forward another foot. ”Get the fuck up, come on, come on, comeoncomeoncomeon…

It had about all the effect of yelling at your car to start, doing nothing much more than making her throat even more sore than it already was. It damn sure wasn’t enough to stop Nerissa from coming up behind her, seizing her, and putting her into a tight sidelock. Sheila grunted and twisted about as she was forced to stand up, caught in her opponents clutches. She had no clue where this was going, but she knew there’d be little she could do to stop.

That didn’t stop her from trying, as she made an attempt to pull back as she was hurled forward, but that didn’t have much success - she was still brought forward, only managed to turn her head a little at the last second before it went crashing into the unforgiving steel. It wasn’t the first time her head had collided with a steel chair, probably not even the first she’d had it done off this particular move, but it was the worst she could think of, and all the pain was helping her recollection.

Sheila went bouncing away the impact, rolling about on the floor as she grasped her head, jerking about and hissing and grasping her skull from the immense, mind-numbing pain. She was animated, still had energy, but even her reserves were rapidly dwindling, and there was simply no hiding it.

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Just as she thought. When Nerissa's back slammed into the chairs, she let out a long groan of pain. She often said that she was used to pain, because she had been involved in a wide variety of fights throughout her life. Before she ended up in Japan, her home was underground wrestling, where she earned the right to call herself the best. But in fact, it's impossible to get used to it. And every time your body goes through such hell, it doesn't get any less painful.

But she got what she wanted. The blonde's head collided with metal. Sheila was rolling on the floor and chairs, covering her face. Maybe someone already had time to guess about it, but it was just a preparation. Thanks to this attack, the Echidna wanted not only to keep her opponent in a weakened state, but also to create the necessary conditions. There were a lot of chairs under the women and that was exactly what she wanted. Now it's time to finish it.

Many wondered if this was really the first match between these two? Few people were ready to believe it, given the intensity with which Nerissa and Sheila tried to destroy each other. Even the referee tried to stay as close to them as possible. Even though it was a hardcore match, she shouldn't let it go too far. Injuries are an integral part of pro wrestling. But her job was to make sure that no one got irreparable harm to their health. Speaking of...

Nerissa rolled wearily onto her stomach, and then got up on all fours. The blood on her body had mixed with sweat and now it was as if she was covered with some kind of mucus. She felt terribly tired. Sheila had taken too much of her strength. The Native American woman tried to take deep breaths, but even so, her vision periodically became blurred. She understood that this match needed to be finished. Now.

Nerissa staggered to her feet. She intended to bend down and grab her opponent's head, placing her palms between Sheila's neck and cheeks. The Echidna felt that her strength was running out. Even she found it hard to believe that it was a match between the lightweights, considering how much blood was spilled here.

The Echidna was going to pull Sheila up in order to force her to take an upright position and stand on her feet. And if she had succeeded, there would have been a slight pause. If she could lift Sheila, she would bring her face closer to the face of the Australian woman. She wanted to look into her eyes. More precisely, into one eye, considering that the other eye of the blonde was covered with blood. Nerissa would have smiled.

Strange? Definitely. But she didn't care. The Native American woman rightly considered herself unique. Few people were able to understand her and her emotions. But with this smile, she wanted to express her gratitude to Sheila for this match. Considering what she was about to do, this might have been the last chance to give the Wild One that smile. Bringing her face even closer to Sheila's, Nerissa would have joined their bloody lips in a short kiss. Salty because of the blood and painful because of the wounds, but still a passionate kiss filled with real emotions.

"Mmmmm..." she couldn't hold back a moan of pleasure.

However, all good things come to an end sooner or later. After breaking their kiss, the Echidna intended to bend down and to the left in order to wrap her arms around Sheila's waist. Considering how little strength she had left, she knew she shouldn't delay. The last push. Straight to victory.

Nerissa was going to strain her arms, hugging Sheila to herself, and then straighten up to her full height in order to lift the Wild One above the floor and chairs, turning her upside down. Now the audience would understand exactly what the Echidna was preparing for. She intended to jump up and then spread her legs apart in order to fall into a sitting position and smash the blonde's head against metal chairs and concrete floor with the help of a belly-to-belly sitout piledriver!

[BlackAkuma]

Yeah, there was definitely a concussion.

It would come to the surprise of absolutely no one that Sheila was quite familiar with the way a concussion felt, having suffered a couple even in her short lifespan as a wrestler. This wasn’t the worst one she’d ever been - a botched suicide dive took the grand prize, there - but all the warning signs were there. A spate of dizziness, messing with her sense of balance. The onset of nausea, bubbling up in her guts. Vague shapes blinking in front of her eyes. The subtle loss of time, as she slipped in and out of consciousness. It wasn’t serious yet, but she ran the risk of it becoming so if she kept on keeping on.

She knew all that, recognized it. But when the referee came over…

”Sheila! Sheila, can you continue?”

”Fuck yeah. Dead cert.”

…she just didn't.

The referee backed off as Sheila curled up and rubbed her head, trying to massage the pain away and regain some semblance of sense. Even with everything she’d endured, she still had the urge to push up and keep fighting, but her body was reaching its limit. She knew Nerissa couldn't be that much better, but she was the one bearing the brunt of it all, and her options were dwindling. She could see only one way to swing things around, but she’d need to be on two feet for that to even work, and she could hardly stand.

That problem was solved by Nerissa, of all things, as she came and took her by the head, pulling her up and forcing her to stand along with her. It wasn’t easy going, but the added support was enough to make it work, and she rose higher and higher, pulling her way to a stand on her shaky feet. She knew something was coming, but she couldn't guess what exactly - a submission move, another punch, some kind of suplex on the unforgiving floor? She was open to just about everything.

Instead, she received a kiss, and one of the best ones she could remember having. The blood mixed together and gave it an iron taste, heating the whole thing up. It hurt to even touch like this, but that somehow made the whole thing even better, adding to the intensity and drive. It was an invigorating, intensifying touch, and she moaned along with the Echidna. For a moment, a couple of seconds, all she wanted to do was just stay like this, keep touching her, caressing her, holding her.

It wasn’t meant to be. Not yet, anyway.

It looked like Nerissa was of a mind to put an end to it all, as she hugged Sheila closed, hefted her up, and spun her about, putting her in the telltale position for a piledriver. Her instincts went into overdrive - this move would knock her out, no question about it. If there was ever a time for a hail mary, it was right now.

As Nerissa prepared for the plunge, Sheila whipped her legs back with all the strength she could muster, breaking free of her opponent’s grasp with a burst of energy and flipping forward. She came down on her feet by some small miracle, then leaped straight up with her arms raised, attempting to snag her opponent with a three-quarter facelock. She kicked out her legs and let gravity take it from there, as she drove Nerissa’s skull into her shoulder with her version of the stunner: the Kitchen Sink.

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It was a bit like a fairy tale. Why? Usually during a match there is a place for either tenderness or cruelty. And it is extremely rare that these things are combined into a single whole. Both women were bleeding from the wounds they inflicted on each other. But even with all this cruelty, there was a place for tenderness between them. Although even though the audience was watching this, they couldn't understand the magical feelings that bound them.

But Nerissa felt it. Salt and pain mixed in this kiss. But for her it was sweeter than pure sugar. A strange wave passed through the body of the Native American woman. A wave that spread pleasure through every cell of her body. Would she have been able to feel something like this if there was another woman in Sheila's place? A big question. A big question that Nerissa wasn't going to look for an answer to at the moment.

Any fairy tale ends sooner or later. Nerissa didn't want to do it, but she broke their kiss. Whatever feelings she had for Sheila, she wanted to finish this match no less badly. First of all she is a fighter and first of all she is here to get to the top. Clasping the waist of her rival, the Echidna straightened up to her full height, turning the Wild One upside down. Here it is, the moment of the match culmination and the moment of her triumph. No...

Nerissa felt a sharp jolt. So strong, she had to lean forward. And as soon as she did, Sheila's body weight shifted. The tension on the muscles of her arms increased many times and the Echidna could not stand it. She let go of her rival. And after a second, her eyes widened. Not only because Sheila made a forward flip, as if she had been preparing for this all her life, but also because as soon as the blonde's feet were on the floor, she threw her hands to Nerissa's head.

She didn't have a chance to react to it. The moment Sheila squeezed her head, her hands just started to rise up. It was too late. The Echidna in all its glory felt like the Australian woman pulled her upper body down. Did the fact that Nerissa gave her a kiss play a role? Did it give Sheila the necessary few seconds to gather her strength? Was the reason for this really that Nerissa succumbed to emotions? Doesn't matter anymore...

Her head slammed into the Wild One's shoulder. The impulse that passed through her body was so huge that she literally bounced off Sheila's shoulder, straightening up to her full height again. During the second that Nerissa spent in an upright position, the only thing she managed to do was open her mouth. But her eyes were empty.

"Glp..." She made a gurgling sound.

A certain amount of blood spilled out of her mouth, and then she collapsed backwards. Right on the chairs and the concrete floor. Her arms and legs were spread wide. Was she conscious? Neither Nerissa herself knew this, nor the audience, who screamed like crazy after Sheila turned the match in the opposite direction.

[BlackAkuma]

It worked? It worked!

Ever since her match with Elinor, Sheila had been working on improving her finishing move. It had always been a reliable way to put away her opponents, but before, she’d only been able to really nail the thing after some setup, forcing her to do a kick before she went in for it. Telegraphed, easy to see, and while she wasn’t much for finetuning, even she could suss out where it needed adjustment. She’d poured her time into perfecting the move, and while she still had a ways to go, this was all the proof she needed to know she was heading in the right direction.

Bam. Landed it. Done. ”Ha! Fucking got you!”

Sheila was cackling like a lunatic as she rolled over and crawled on top of the laid out Nerissa, shoving a couple of chairs out of the way on her journey. With her chest pressed on top of her foe, she grabbed a leg, leaned in, and waited for the three count.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

”What…” She peered up from her one good eye at the referee, who was just standing there with a befuddled look on her face. ”Count. Bloody count. Shoot me, what’re you doing, count the pin!”

”Um…” The referee shook her head and pointed towards the ring. ”This isn’t a falls count anywhere match.”

Sheila stared at the referee for the longest moment in her life, with this blank, unthinking, unfeeling gaze. Her brain didn’t even compute what the woman said at first, but then the logic started to register in her mind. She was in the mood - too in the mood. So much so that she’d lost track of where she was. Back home, every match in Outback Wrestling was falls-count-anywhere by default. A match that stayed in the ring was a waste of time, and half the time there referee in sight, so it was just something she never cared much for.

But this was Japan. There were rules here. And even though this was a hardcore match of sorts, it seemed like they were sticking to them. ”You have got to be fucking kidding me. You gotta be…”

Sheila ran a hand over her face and looked down at the bleeding, busted mess of a woman beneath her. Nerissa had been waylaid by that attack, but would it be enough to hold her until she got her back to the ring? What could she hit her with next that would do the trick? She couldn't even guess, but it wouldn’t matter until the two of them took a walk.

Sheila reached over to the nearest chair, folded it up, and used it like a crutch as she rose back up to her feet, managing to stand over the fallen Nerissa. She took a moment to catch her breath and run a hand over her aching chest, summoning up as much strength as she could find for what she knew was coming next.

”Let’s…” She had a big huff. ”Let’s take a walk.”

Sheila reached down, gripped Nerissa’s head tight under her arm, and used a headlock to keep her secure as she pulled up, forcing the slender, slick woman to stand back up. With her tight and close, the Wild One started a slow, wobbling march towards the ring. ”Right foot, left foot, right foot, left foot…”

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No. She didn't lose consciousness. She was still here. But maybe it wasn't the best option for her. Nerissa felt agony in every part of her body. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was weak. Although the worst thing was with her head. She felt as if someone had hit her with a sledgehammer and that her skull had split into thousands of pieces. She could taste blood in her mouth, she could feel every wound on her body, but most of all she felt a throbbing pain in her temples.

"Fuck me in every hole..." Nerissa thought.

Due to the fact that her nostrils were filled with blood, she had to breathe through her mouth. And even though her breaths were short and weak, it still caused the blood in her mouth to dry up, turning the entire space into the Sahara desert. Nerissa tried to force herself to gather her strength, but the pain was so wild that she didn't even hear anything around.

But she still felt everything. The best proof of this was that she felt in all its glory how Sheila lay down on top of her. The Echidna let out a faint groan of pain. Now her body in some sense looked like a wet pussy. Every touch was extremely sensitive. But if in the case of a wet pussy we are talking about pleasant sensations, then in this case it was extremely painful. And even the fact that it was Sheila, for whom the Native American woman had warm feelings, could not fix this.

When the blonde hooked her leg, Nerissa felt a chill in the back area. A feeling familiar to any fighter. A sense of impending defeat. Nerissa heard absolutely nothing. But she knew that in a few moments the referee would start counting. And she wanted to resist. But even the mere thought of straining her body made her sick to her stomach.

"One..." She said to herself mentally.

Hardly anyone would dare to accuse her of not making every effort in this match. Someone would probably use this as an excuse. And yet there was one person who was ready to say without remorse that she had not done everything that depended on her. Nerissa herself. The Native American woman believed that a person is capable of anything. And the limit depends only on how far a person is willing to go.

"Two..." She said to herself mentally, hoping that she was counting correctly.

Was she ready to lose? Considering that most of her body was covered in blood and that she had practically no strength left, this assumption had every chance of becoming the fact. Besides, her opponent was a hot Australian woman. Their bet. Exactly. If she loses, Sheila will be able to do anything with her right in front of the audience. A blow to pride? Of course, it was Nerissa who was the one who occupied the dominant position. But was it just about that?

Good question. Even though it would be a blow to her pride, she would be able to survive it. It was something else entirely. She didn't come here just because she wanted to fuck Sheila. She came here because she loved to fight. She came here because she wanted to see if she could beat a so strong woman like Sheila. She had come here to interrupt the series of failures that had been haunting her. Was she ready to lose? No.

"Uggrrrrhhh!!!" A loud groan of pain escaped from her mouth the moment she tensed her body.

Despite the tearing pain, Nerissa jerked to the side. The Native American woman turned to her right side, thereby breaking the pin. Of course, given that she couldn't hear anything around, she could only hope that she managed to break the pin in time. However, even if not, then at least she tried, it's better than do nothing. Trying to breathe as evenly as possible, she tried to regain at least some strength. And although she didn't feel ready for action yet, at least her hearing was beginning to return. And the first thing she heard...

"This isn't a falls count anywhere match."

"Wait... what?" Sounded in Nerissa's head.

The Echidna slowly opened her eyes. Her vision was blurry due to pain and fatigue. But she could still see something. Sheila was right next to her. Good. It's good. When Sheila is around, it's always good. And a little bit further there was the referee. She realized this thanks to the alternating white and black stripes. The picture began to become clearer. Exactly. They weren't in the ring. They were in the fan zone, on chairs and the concrete floor. And, accordingly, it was impossible to get a victory here. Sheila hit her so hard that Nerissa forgot that she didn't have to break the pin. It seems they both forgot about this little nuance.

"Funny..." She said softly, and despite the pain, the corners of her lips lifted.

However, what happened next wasn't that funny. Sheila, not wanting to put up with the fact that the rules did not allow her to win, grabbed Nerissa's head and got to her feet. The blonde literally dragged the Echidna back to the ring. The Native American woman's body was still wadded. She stumbled at every step. And it looked like if Sheila hadn't been holding her head, she would have immediately collapsed to the floor.

"Ghhh... ghhh..." Nerissa continued to groan in a strangled manner.

Raising her hands, she grabbed her opponent's hand, but her grip was not firm. She didn't even try to remove Sheila's hand from her head because of the terrible weakness. Blood continued to drip from her face, causing a trail of red drops to form behind the women. She shouldn't let Sheila put her back in the ring. Here's how to stop her?

If she had enough strength, she would have used a back suplex for sure. But the Echida's state did not allow her to do this. To kick Sheila's crotch? Working option. But she would never do that. If someone else had been in Sheila's place, Nerissa's conscience would most likely have slept peacefully. But she didn't want to do that to the Australian woman. The options began to run out.

"Get... fucking... off... me!" Nerissa said.

Clenching her left fist, she intended to swing her arm and send a left uppercut into her opponent's bare stomach. She tried to put the maximum of her available strength into it. But considering her condition, she wasn't sure about the punch's power. However, as in the case of the pin, she believed that trying to do at least something was better than doing nothing at all. And maybe if her opponent is in really bad state, then even this punch will cause some effect. Although the most important thing, of course, was to convey the meaning. Nerissa wasn't going to give up.