SS: Layla vs Heather, hardcore dodgeball

Heather watched as it seemed that Layla was starting to slowly fade away. Her grin was growing wider and wider as she saw the girl's eyes begin to close, noticing her kicking legs slowing down to a stop. She felt like it was only a matter of time before the girl would go out cold in her grasp. Then, she may have made quite the mistake. Heather might have been able to get the match won right there, but instead she throws another insult Layla's way, and sees her reaction immediately.

"Ah!?" She lets out as Layla's consciousness came back fully. Then she felt her bite down on her thigh, digging her teeth in deep. "AAH!! WHAT THE HELL!" She lets out in a loud yell as Layla bit her. She immediately released the hold before trying to ram her thighs together with Layla's head there, trying to slam them closed on her before quickly rolling away to stop her bite.

As soon as her neck was released from the deadly choke Layla immediately released the bite to suck in as much air as she could. She coughed and hacked, rolling away from Heather to a comfortable enough distance so she could properly catch her breath. Layla clutched her throat and started breathing normally again, glaring at Heather from where she had ended up. She had to admit, that had been a close one. That was the last straw. No more miss nice girl.

With renowned strength found from determination Layla would slowly work her way to her feet, and with a snarl she would take off running for Heather, hopefully while she was still getting to her feet. Once close enough she would leap into the air with a furious dropkick, her barefeet plowing into Heather's face.

Heather cursed herself a bit as the girl was able to make her way out of the choke. She almost had her but she was able to make Heather release the hold. "Goddamn bit me.." Heather says to herself under her breath, a bite causing her chance of victory to slip away right there. She slowly begins to make her way to her feet, taking her time to try and calm herself down.

However, just as she gets onto one knee, her face receives a huge dropkick from Layla's bare feet as she is sent flying back. "Agh!" She yells out as her head seems to shoot backwards before she falls onto her back, bouncing off the sand just a bit. Rubbing her face from the move, she remains lying on the ground in a bad position yet again.

Her dropkick having connected Layla landed on the sand in a heap, panting a bit from the exertion. So far the girl's had delivered a spectacular match so far, their grudging rivalry giving the Summer Splash audience a terrific show. The sun continued to beat down, and a fine shean of sweat began to cover Layla the longer this match went on. She was hurting, but the smaller girl was not giving up!

Getting back to her feet Layla would make her way over to her opponant, grab her by the arm and then try to haul her to her feet by it. With a loud yell of determination Layal would spin Heather round and round by her arm, getting a good momentum going before irish whipping her straight at the volleyball net in the center of the court. Because of the height of the net Heather would end up being clotheslined by it, which is exactly what Layla intended.

Heather's head was pounding from the dropkick as she looked up at the sky. It was quite a different sight from what she was used to when it came to a wrestling match. Usually it would be the arena ceiling and the lights, but instead it was the clear sky with the sun beating down on the both of them. She continued to rub her face and head as Layla made her way over to her.

She let out a groan as Layla grabbed onto her arm. As she was pulled to her feet, she shook her head trying to get the dazed feeling out of her. However what was to happen next would just add to it quite a bit. As Layla spun her around quite a few times, Heather began to become increasingly dizzy. Just as she was about to fall to her knees from the dizzyness, Layla launched her into the net. Heading straight into it, it smacked into her a bit above her chest, tripping her forwards a bit as she lands on her back, bouncing off the sand once again. "Uuugh...damn.." She lets out, sitting up a bit to rub her back from the impact.

WHen Heather was taken down dy the volleyball net of all things Layla was already on her way to her. fists clenched and a scowl on her face. It was clear she was out to teach Heather a lesson now. This girl had insulted her for the last time, and she was going to make sure of it.

Moving to where Heather was lying just beneath the volleyball net Layla would step onto Heather's stomach, her full weight bearing down on her opponant as she stood on top of her. Layla grasped hold of the net to steady herself on Heather, looking down at her with a viscious grin.

What would happen next would be quite amusing to the watching crowd. Grasping the net ropes Layla would begin to jump up and down on Heather's stomach, both her feet plowing into her gut repeatedly as she made a trampoline out of Heather. The smaller girl would jump on Heather about ten times, and on the final time she would suddenly drop down, slamming her butt into Heather's stomach to end the torture.

Heather lies there, feeling the dizzy and dazed feeling from the whip and being knocked down from the net. A bit of embarrassment hit her from being taken down from such a thing, but she was more in pain than anything else. She wanted to take as much of a rest as she can as she lie there, but Layla was quick to follow up on it.

As the girl climbed up onto her, standing on her stomach, it took the air out of her immediately. When she began to jump up and down it felt like it was a brutal amount of pain. Her stomach was feeling it quite a bit as the air was being completely knocked out of her. "Ghhaaaagh!! S-Stop!!" She yells out between coughs as Layla jumped up on her.

Finally the girl brought her butt down on Heather's stomach, slamming her one last time with it. Heather was in an immense amount of pain. She could barely breathe from the abuse that her stomach was taking and she felt as if the match was slipping away. Her arms reached around her, struggling for something to grab to help support her, as her hand came across one of the volleyballs. She let out a groan as she could barely move, but she slipped her hand over the ball, trying to inch it towards her. "G-get the...fuck...off." she lets out. As she gets it close enough, she'd reach her other arm across, weakly picking up the ball before attempting to slam it into Layla's back, to get her off of her.

Heather's pleas fell on deaf ears for Layla. She was determined to beat this girl, win the amtch and prove to everyone that size didn't matter in the end. She was certainly making her point valid at the moment. After that jumping spree and landing her butt on Heather's stomach Layla now stared down at the girl while straddling her, reveling in the pained look on her face. "What's the matter, huh?" Layla asked smugly. "Can't take on the little girl? That's cause you're a pussy who's all talk!" She reared her fist back, preparing to slug her across the face like Heather did to her earlier, not noticing Heather reaching for the volleyball.

It would end up costing her, and the next thing Layla knew she felt a very heavy blow slam into her backside. "GAAHHH!!!" the smaller girl screamed in agony, immediately rolling off of Heather to clutch her back. SHe didn't even know what hit her. All she knew was that it was hard, it was heavy, and it hurt like a bitch. Layla rolled about in the sand, clutching her now sore back, gritting her teeth through the pian.

As Heather was able to connect with the ball onto Layla's back, she immediately dropped it to her side and layed on the ground sprawled out. She was exhausted and the hit with the ball was at best just a desperation move. It was the only thing she could do to get Layla off her, and it seems like it worked. She turns her head over to Layla and looks at her with a weak smirk.

"Heh...who's the pussy now.." Heather says as she laughs weakly, coughing in between it. She looks up at the sky again with the smirk still on her face, hoping the girl would take a bit to recover as well. She needed to catch her breath and get her bearings. Her stomach was pulsating with pain and her chest was dramatically rising up and down with her breaths as she lie there.

Layla had forgotten just how much those volleyballs hurt when they hit, but she certainly got a hrash reminder. She groaned in pain, still clutching her aching spine. She supposed she should count herself lucky. After all if that ball had struck her head she would probably be out cold. Damn if it didn't hurt like hell anyway though.

Layla soon noticed that Heather wasn't taking this opportunity to inflict a little more punishment. Perhaps she had hurt her opponant more than she thought. Regardless, if Heather wasn't going to capatilize, Layla would have to get back into the fight before she could.

Rolling onto her side, Layla spotted how she could get payback on Heather. Her opponant had dropped the ball used to hit her nearby. It was as good a chance as any, so with great difficulty Layla would begin to crawl over to the ball, and once she reached it, she would take it in both her hands. She would then kneel beside Heather as she lay there, raise the ball high above her, and then slam it down directly into the girl's stomach.