L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Congratulations? Sheila had wanted to piss Kuroi off, and she was definitely pissed. Mission accomplished. Great job. Now, with that step achieved, what was the next rung on her ladder to climbing out of the mess she’d found herself in?

Oh, right. She didn’t have one. She just ticked Kuroi off for the sheer fun of it, and she had no plan in motion to deal with the inevitable blowback that would come from pissing off a psychosexual sadist dropkick with a kendo stick. Yeah, that tracked.

Sheila could look up, see the look in Kuroi’s eyes, and get a good idea what was coming. Even though she’d only met this woman - fuck, had it really been five time, now? That was a lot by wrestling standards, she supposed, but not much to know someone in most circumstances. Still, their time together had been intense, and she’d gotten a good sense for what drove her budding rival. Sex was the big thing, lust for violence, but there was also pride - this woman never missed a chance to puff herself up and put someone else down. Those kind of people were easy to fuck with, just had to say the right combination of words and they got riled up every time, like the crank on a windup toy.

A windup toy that then went on to tear her back into shreds. And her legs. And her neck. Kuroi went to town, raining them down in quick succession, brutal strikes that landed without any relent. Each blow left her skin stinging, sizzling impacts that she was guaranteed to feel for days, if not weeks. Sheila tried to keep from crying out, but there was only so much she could do to stifle her natural reactions, and she wound up jerking about with every impact, especially the final one where Kuroi kicked her straight in the face.

Sheila rolled over to her back and looked up as her opponent came down with another shot. She could see it coming this time, and she brought her hands up, trying to catch it at the last second…though, she wasn’t sure what good that would do her, really. Better than nothing.

It didn't take a lot to rile up the red-head, especially when she already had a few screws loose. So was Kuroi's response somewhat predictable? Perhaps. But that didn't make it hurt any less. The Australian was down, barely able to work her way up to her feet, with a psycho martial artist looming right above her with a weapon in hand. Yeah, she chose just about the worst time to get on Kuroi's nerves.

And she let her opponent know it too, smacking the stick with wild, reckless abandon. She flailed the thing with about the same amount of technique Sheila would have if the situations were reversed, not exactly a compliment on her part, but if there was one advantage that came out of it, it was that each hit sure left its mark. Already her opponent's body was littered with welts and red lines, both growing in number as Kuroi exacted her vengeance.

When Sheila's body inadvertently flipped over, Kuroi just about giggled with glee. A whole slew of new targets now presented themselves. Face, belly, ass. And Sheila would be plain stupid if she didn't think that Kuroi wasn't going to take a few shots at her tits and pussy while she was at it. Kuroi prepared to rain down the strikes with that same unbridled ferocity, when all of a sudden, Sheila's hands latched out, grabbing the tip of the weapon before it could find its mark.

"Let...go...!" Kuroi demanded between clenched teeth, gripping onto the weapon's handle as she and Sheila played tug of war with it. But Sheila's fingers weren't budging. For a second, Kuroi figured all she needed to do was send her foot into the blonde's ribcage again and she'd surely reconsider, but a different plan came to mind soon after.

Kuroi mounted her opponent in an overtop position, maintaining control of her half of the stick while her legs enclosed Sheila's side. With both hands on the weapon now, Kuroi wasn't planning on yanking the kendo stick away from Sheila anymore, but rather pushing it towards her, hoping that her new position would make that easier on her part. Her eyes were locked on Sheila's, beads of sweat mixed in with the blood from her last face scrapping all dripping down her face and onto the girl below as Kuroi fought to push the object closer and closer to the woman's neck. "You like my little toy bitch? Then CHOKE on it!" Kuroi barked, giving her arms one last push as she attempted to thrust the stick against Sheila's throat! Kuroi would put all her weight into it, compressing the bamboo sheaves tight against her opponent's windpipe!

Sheila gripped the stick tight, holding it with a white-knuckle grip, even though she didn’t have much of a plan on what to do with the damn thing. Even if she managed to get it away from Kuroi, so what? She wasn’t exactly in the best position to use the damned thing, with her back on the floor and her body aching and an extremely pissed psychopathic martial artist looming over her. It was pure desperation, but that was all she had at the moment.

You work with what you have, and right now, all she could hope to do was bide time. Every second that Kuroi wasn’t attacking was another one where she could get some energy back and recover, where she could heal up for whatever she would need to get this fight on track. Her head was only now starting to recover from the damage she’d taken in the opening shot, to say nothing of the wrecking she’d taken in minutes since.

She’d figured that Kuroi would try to kick her, or just succeed in pulling the stick away after a hard yank, but it turned out that her foe had better, smarter ideas on top of that. Sheila hissed behind her gritted teeth as the madwoman mounted her, a sensation that was becoming way too familiar, and she pushed against the stick, knowing what was coming. Too bad that knowing didn’t really help her stop it - with Kuroi on top and all the leverage in her favor, there wasn’t much she could hope for.

”Fuck! Fu-” Her curses were cut off as the stick pressed deeper into her neck, sinking in, inch by inch. She sucked in the deepest breath she could manage, then gagged as she was unable to get it back out again. She pushed back as best as she could, but that was only getting her so far, and the lack of oxygen wasn’t helping.

Her body went into panic mode, bucking and kicking and thrashing about in a mad attempt to unseat her captor, with each action having less effect than the last. One of her hands even went up and pushed at Kuroi’s face, slapping at it in a wild attempt to push her away.

Sheila just needed to breathe…a little relief…anything.