SS: Layla vs Heather, hardcore dodgeball

"Super" Dodgeball match
Participants: [url=http://afwrpg.informe.com/forum/post45481.html:3pxv6s35]Layla McCarthy[/url:3pxv6s35] vs [url=http://afwrpg.informe.com/forum/post94471.html:3pxv6s35]Heather Sunderland[/url:3pxv6s35]
Location: Beach volleyball court, includes multiple weighted volleyballs (and a net, of course)
Attire: Sports attire, or bikini
Rules: Win by Knock Out or Submission

It was the beginning of the AFW's Summer Splash event and already there was quite a turnout. The AFW had reserved its own private area of a public beach for the festivities to to take place and the air was abuzz with excitement. Everyone's favourite wrestlers, in skimpy swimwear, duking out under the hot summer sun. It was an event everyone had been waiting for and now it was finally here.

One of the first matches of the day was already about to start and and everyone was starting to gather around what would be the 'ring' for this match. A beach volley ball court had been set up up for this unique match, complete with boundry lines, net in the center, and several volleyballs strewn about in random places. Of course if anyone were to pick up these volleyballs, they'd find them to be quite heavy, as they had been specially prepared to serve as weapons for the combatants to use against each other. "Welcome ladies and gentleman to Summer Splash!" the announcer shjouted through his microphone, earning him loud cheers through the audience. "The following is scheduled for the first ever 'Super Dodgeball Match'! Both opponants will fight here in this court using any means nessecary to achieve either a submission or a knockout. No rules, no restraints, no mercy! Now let's bring out our first competitor!"

Everyone turned to the entrance way and that's when Layla McCarthy made her entrance. "Can't believe I'm doing this," Layla muttered as her music started playing. Instead of her usual punk outfit for this special type of match she wore her swimsuit.



Layla had done lots of ring entrances before but this was different. Then she was just there to beat her opponant into submission. Now she was very aware that all eyes were on her, and the swimsuit that clung tight to her small figure. As her music played Layla started for the court to the whoops and hollers of the crowd. There was a noticable blush on her face from the whistles and catcalls she was getting. Layla may have been small in body, but she was still a young woman.

Walking through the sandy pit Layla went to stand on one side of the volley ball net, looking around at the odd arena they'd be fighting in and wondering what the deal with those balls were. Hugging her arms around herself she waited for the arrival of her opponant. Maybe if she focused on beating her to a pulp she could make these feelings of self-consciousness go away.

So it begins, The first ever AFW Summer Splash, and Heather was able to take part in it. She felt an extreme amount of luck as she was called for a match in what seemed to be a grand stage for AFW. When she heard the match type, she was a bit skeptical, but when she then heart it was no holds barred, she was right on it. The area she would be competing in was quite different from a wrestling ring, and she knew some of her moves were pretty unusable, but she figured to herself that she'd find ways to accommodate.

Hearing "Another Me" from Jeff Hardy play in the area, she knew she was up. She would make her way to the entrance way immediately to the wild capacity crowd. Her attire for the match was quite different, set for the requirements of the match. She wore a purple bikini which incited quite the reaction from the crowd as her features were shown nicely.



Her usual mixed reaction seemed to turn to just cheers, mainly just because of the attire she had to wear. Still she kept no acknowledgement to the crowd, and instead kept a large grin on her face, ignoring the sounds from the audience that anywhere else would probably be considered harassment. All she thought of was if she could score a victory at the first ever Summer Splash event, she would be securing herself a place in the history books, even if it wasn't for a championship. As she made her way to the court, she held her head high, complete confidence in herself as always.

Stopping right when she got over the boundary of the court, and bent over and grabbed one of the volleyballs from the ground. Noticing the weight, she grinned a bit before letting it drop from her hands onto the sand below her feet. Looking over at her opponent, she noticed the size difference right away. She scratched the top of her head a bit, but decided not to say anything. In the end the size didn't really matter to her, all that mattered is if she could pull out the win or not.

"Hey! I won't lie, you don't really seem too eager for this one." She says across the court to the girl on the other side. "You know, if you want we could juust call it my win if it's too much for you?" Heather continues with a grin on her face. She knows the girl wasn't going to take the offer, but figured there was no harm in trying to mess with her a bit.

Unlike Layla her opponant seemed much more comfortable in this setting than she did. And she seemed to be getting a much larger reaction from her entrance than her. Of course that was nothing to wonder about. Layla looked like a little kid compared to the volupcious Heather, and that thought alone irked Layla to no end. In the end it all came down to looks with these people. Maybe when she had Heather unconscious in the sand they would change their tune.

As Heather came to stand across from Layla the smaller girl glared at her for her taunt. The girl was of average size and build, a change from the six-foot tall two hundred pound wrestlers Layla prefered to fight.SHe shouldn't have too much trouble with her, but looks could be decieving. After all, Layla herself was testament to that. Sure, this was a little out of her element but there was no way she was gonna back down.

"Don't worry about me," Layla shot back, her fists clenched at her sides. "You should be more worried about the little girl kicking your ass in front of all these people. Maybe you should back out." As the girls exchanged back and forth banter the ref girl came up, sporting a black and white striped bikini, and called both fighters to ready themselves. Layla raised her fists at the ready, and then the bell was rung, declaring the start of the Hardcore Dodgeball Match.

Catching Layla's glare, Heather kept up her confident grin. She figured the fact anything goes completely destroys the limits on her to how much damage she can cause to her opponent. Even if the various assortments of weapons that would usually be found underneath a wrestling ring weren't present here, judging by how heavy the volleyball was that she picked up earlier, she knew that would work just as well.

"Hmph I don't think so, I wouldn't get your hopes up there. You'd better prepare yourself, I'm going to come at you with all I've got." She responds to her. In her mind she was thinking the exact thing that she was saying aloud. She really needed to do what she had to this match. Being on the big stage for the first time, she knew she had to give it her all and more to try and ensure her victory. Trying not to take Layla's size for granted, she prepared herself just in case the girl was a heavy hitter behind her small exterior.

Heather watched as the ref stepped into the court, signaling for the bell to ring. The match has started as Heather readied herself, staring at her opponent on the other side of the net. Their placement felt a bit odd to her, she wanted to get to her opponent right away but the net in the middle was clearly blocking that passage for her. Picking up one of the weighted volleyballs again, she figures might as well not waste any time in using them. "What do you say we play a round?" Heather says, a bit jokingly as she nods her head with a grin on her face. Waiting a few seconds, she'll then run up to the net, stopping right in front of it and leaping up into the air. Using her experience in high-flying moves in the ring, she leaps up, her upper body reaching higher than the net as she pulls the volleyball back over her head before tossing it with all her might towards Layla, not realizing how heavy the ball was as it takes quite a bit of air out of her.

Layla was prepared for anything, especially for this kind of match where she was forced to put herself on display in her swimsuit. A brawl in the sand was a bit out of the ordianry for a professional wrestler, but Layla's skills as a brawler would be imperitive in this match. She narrowed her eyes when Heather started to move, but to her confusion didn't come at her. Instead, she headed for one of the many volleyballs strewn about the court.

Is she serious? Layla thought to herself. Heather had grabbed herself a ball and was about to throw it over the net like this was a regular beach volleyball match. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. This was a fight, wasn't it? Never the less it looked like Heather was going for it. Tch, whatever. That's the way she wants it, fine. Layla hunkered herself down in the sandand spread her arms out, ready to catch or knock the call aside when it came at her.

Unfortunately what happened next she did not plan on. The ball came at her much faster than she thought it would, causing her eyes to widen. SHe brought her hands up, ready to swat it away, but to her shocxk that ball was almost as heavy as a rock! "UGGH!!!" Layla cried out, the heavy ball striking her arms. Due to Layla's small size the weight and force sending her flying backwards, and she crashed into the sand in a heap. Layla had wondered why those balls had been just lying everywhere, and she had gotten her answer. The hard way. The smaller girl groaned in pain, laying on her back on the sand, wondering just what had happened.

As she watches the weighted volleyball collide with Layla's arms, sending her to the ground, Heather grins wide. Taking a few deep breaths from how hard she threw the ball, she crosses her arms and grins. "I think that's a point for me right?" She says with another joking tone. She knew the weighted ball would work just fine, and seeing the effect that it just had on the smaller girl, Heather looks on with satisfaction.

"Now to follow up.." She thinks to herself as she takes a quick look around again. Normally she would know exactly her next move from the ring set up, but with this new environment, she wasn't quite sure exactly what she should do. Suddenly, her eyes catch the net in the middle and they give off a gleam. Grinning widely, she kicks off and starts charging towards the net.

She runs directly to the net and jumps up in the air. Grabbing the top of it, she uses the tiny bit of bounce she can get to leap over in a crossbody type move. Aiming herself towards Layla, she tries to land directly on her, finding a way to use her high-flying techniques in the match.

That weighted ball had really thrown Layla for a loop. For a girl as small as her it was like being hit by a small rock. If Layla hadn't used her arms to protect herself she might not be able to get back up after that impact. As it was though she was merely stunned.

"Ugh...son of a bitch," Layla groaned, slowly trying to get back up, but she was still quite dazed from that ball. Now she knew what they were for, and that she had to avoid them at all costs. Or perhaps use them to her advantage. For now, she just had to get up before Heather took advantage of her weak position.

The sun was momentarily blotted out when Heather came flying from high above, and Layla's eyes widened in alarm. That net must have been specially designed for this match for Heather to use it like that. And now she was coming carrening at Layla like a bomb. Quickly Layla would roll to the side to avoid the splash manuever, leaving Heather to collide painfully with the sand beneath her.

Jumping through the air, Heather felt the rush she always feels. The main reason why she competes in the ring, other than to win. The feeling of flying through the air into her opponent is almost euphoric for her, and this moment was no exception. Although using the net was quite the makeshift way to go about it, she was glad it was at least made a little differently so she would be able to pull off moves such as this.

But perhaps, she jumped the gun just a bit. As Layla quickly rolls out of the way, Heather is left with nothing to break her fall. The graceful maneuver of hers only ending up in a painful crash into the sand. At least there was that to soften it just a bit, however just a bit was all that it was. "Agh!" She lets out as she lands, smashing her whole front side on the ground, landing completely flat.

Rolling to her side slightly, she holds the upper part of her body, where she took the blow the most. While her nicely sized breasts were to her liking, at this moment they were just adding to her pain as they were squished as she lands on the ground, forcing the air out of her as she clutches her chest from the impact.

After dodging Heather's airborn manuever by the skin of her tail bone Layla slowly started to rise to her feet, SHe was starting to see that this match was going to unlike anything she had ever been in before. Volley balls used as weapons, a net that can be jumped from; unlike Layla her opponant seemed to have no trouble taking advantage of the surrounding circumstances. If Layla didn't pick up on it soon, she'd be in some real trouble.

Getting to her feet Layla shook her tired arms, still sore from taking that hit by the ball. She turned to where Heather now lay writhing in the sand, and growled lowly. Now it was time for some payback.

Marching over to where Heather lay Layla would prepare for her first attack of the match. SHe was about to when suddenly a wicked idea struck. Something she remembered all too well from the days she was bullied. It made a malicious sneer come across her face. As Heather lay on her side in the sand Layla would come up before her and promptly kick sand right in her face in an attempt to blind and disorient her, at least for the moment.