SS: Layla vs Heather, hardcore dodgeball

Still feeling the pain from the impact of missing the high-flying move, Heather remains on the ground, gripping the areas of impact, trying to numb the feeling as much as she can. That was a mistake on her part, she should have known that it was way too early to go for a high-flying move like that and now she was paying for it as she lie there vulnerable.

It seemed like quite a bit of time passed before Layla would make her way over to Heather, but perhaps it was only a few seconds in reality. Expecting some sort of strike of some kind, Heather braces herself, preparing for a feeling of impact on her body. However what actually did come, was something she definitely wasn't expecting. Opening her eyes as she looked over at Layla, the only think she saw was a cloud of sand before she kicked it directly into Heather's eyes.

"AAAGH! WHAT THE HELL!?" She yells as she holds her hands to her eyes as they close shut tightly. Rolling away just a bit, she gets up on one knee, trying to rub the sand out of her eyes as the sting feels like hell. "Ugh you little BITCH! Damnit!" She yells out again as she is left temporarily blinded and vulnerable to if Layla were to follow up."

Layla`s underhanded tactic had worjed to perfection. It was akk too sweet to her when Heather was setn screaming in agony from the simple act of kicking sand in her face. It was something Layla experienced all too much when she was younger, and now she was using that unfortunate experience to exact her swift revenge on Heather. This match was no-holds-barred after all. She wasn`t about to pull any stops.

As Heather raised herself to one knee Layla saw the opportunity to strike, casing her to grin in anticiapation. Layla would then suddenly take off running, her feet plodding through the sand as she charged her way towards Heather. The soft sand meant that not even Layla`s approaching feet would warn Heather of what was coming. As soon as she was close enough, Layla would fire off a running knee strike straight up into Heather`s jaw for a rather stunning collision.

"Egh...Damn her" Heather says to herself as she keeps up trying to rub the sand from her eyes. Not only was the tactic painful to her, but it was also humiliating. Getting beat up because she kicked sand in her face? Heather couldn't believe that she was brought to this from such a thing. "She's so gonna pay for that." Heather thinks to herself as she begins to open her eyes.

"GHHAA!" However it seems like the moment Heather is about to recover her sight, something collides directly with her jaw sending her onto her back. Layla's knee connects perfectly as Heather lies there tending to it. If it was later in the match, that may have had enough force to be a knock out blow, as of right now Heather is on the ground almost completely dazed from the hit. She rubs the area to try and numb the pain but it doesn't do quite much.

(Sorry for the long gap between posts there by the way X_X)

After that brutal knee to jaw collision the watching crowd all groaned in sympathy for poor Heather. That was a hell of a hit to take. Layla was showing no mercy in this match. Not that she ever showed any to begin with since joining the AFW.

Layla snickered as Heather was sent flying backwards by her powerful strike. Now that she was in the ass kicking mood she no longer felt as subconscious fighting in her swimsuit anymore. Now she was completely focused on beating down Heather.

Marching up to Heather as she lay in a dazed heap in the sand Layla would move to grab both of the girl's legs, spreading them out so her bikini covered crotch would be nice and exposed. With an evil grin at Heather, Layal would then drop her knee down straight into Heather's crotch.

Heather lies on the sand, her jaw throbbing from the knee she just received earlier. The start of the match wasn't going all too well for her. Sure she was able to get in that one attack with the ball, but missing a big move and taking that knee, Heather could already be in deep trouble. She had to react quick, but the constant pain she kept feeling in her jaw was making it quite hard for her to do so.

As she felt Layla grab her legs, her head shot up. If it was earlier, she would probably have leaned up and threw a punch, but that was not the case. She had to think quick because she knew exactly what was coming when the girl began to spread her legs out. "I-I don't think so!" Heather yells out, trying to pull out as much energy as she could and attempt to twist her legs to the right, spinning them to try to send Layla to the right and the ground as well, hoping to do so before Layla drops her knee into her crotch.

Being the small girl that she was Layla didn't pack much of a punch. That was why she had to aim for specific areas of her opponant's body to make sure they wouldn't get back up again. Heather's crotch was one such area, and when hit would probably secure her the match. Unfortunately for her Heather was more enduring than she thought, and with a yelp Layla was thrown to the side.

"Ugh!" Layla grunted when she hit the sand, but like an experienced brawler rolled with the fall to come to a crouching position facing Heather. She grit her teeth in frustration. Sheh ad been so close with that one. If she had kept her momentum she could have ended this match. But it seemed like the crowd was going to get a show today.

As Heather could throw Layla to her side with her legs, she shakes her head a bit before making it up to one knee as she looks over at the girl. She sees her crouched down as well, seemingly avoided any real damage from the throw. However it didn't really matter, what was the big point was that Heather was able to escape what could have been a ticket directly to losing the match.

"Nice try..but you're done now." Heather says before she kicks off the sand going to head towards Layla. She extends her arm out for a clothesline, but in her mind hoping that the girl would duck it. If she would end up doing that, Heather would jump and flip backwards, attempting to hit Layla in the back of the head with a Pele kick.

Layla slowly rose tp her feet after rolling with that fall, eyeing Heather warily. She didn't think much of the girl yet, but underestimating your opponant could be dangerous. Layla had proven past opponants that many times before. She had made them see the error of their ways through pain and violence.

When Heather came charging at her Layla would smirk, and instead of trying to dodge the hit she would instead hunker down, her bare feet digging into the sand as Heather came barreling at her. Even though the clothesline was fake, Layla didn't know that, so when Heather was close enough Layla would snatch the attacking arm, and using Heather's own momentum against her she would throw the girl to the ground with a textbook judo throw.

As Heather charged at Layla, she had it in her mind that her trick had to work. She thought that the girl would easily avoid the clothesline, and only expect that coming, setting her up perfectly for Heather to attempt her Pele kick. However, that ended up not being the case. Heather's clothesline didn't hit, but she wasn't given the opportunity to follow up as she would have wanted.

"What!?" Heather lets out in surprise as she finds herself in the air, being flipped onto her back from the Judo throw. Landing flat, she lets out a groan as her back collides with the sand. She sits up a bit, rubbing her back from the pain as she curses herself a bit for letting the girl counter her so perfectly. "G-go ahead keep it up. It won't be like this for long." She says as she clenches her teeth in between words.

Layla didn't need Heather to tell her to keep beating her up. That was her plan from the get go. ANd if Heather thought she was doing her a favour by staying down she was dead wrong. Layla was going to make sure she stayed down.

Smirking at Heather and her so-called advice, Layla would prepare her next move. After tossing Heather to the sand in a heap she would keep hold of the arm that she used to flip the girl there in the first place. With Heather on her back Layla would then press her bare foot down on the girl's throat, throttling her with her foot while pulling on her trapped arm, putting Heather in a rather uncomfortable position.