SS: Layla vs Heather, hardcore dodgeball

Heather lets out one heavy gasp after another. She would just be breathing heavily, but her body seems to ache in exhaustion each time she does so, causing a break in her breathing. Just doing this felt like torture, but Heather couldn't even think of losing a match of this altitude.

"Keh...If I lose I know it's going to be some ridiculous feel good underdog story...If I would have just kept my mouth shut..maybe it wouldn't seem that way." Heather thinks to herself as she pictures Layla's celebration. She can see it, smaller girl overcoming verbal abuse, reigning victorious proving her opponent wrong, Heather just couldn't have it. "Damn cheap little girl...should be..my story.." Heather lets out as she stares up at the sky.

She knows that the girl to hit her finisher in these last few minutes of the match would for certain be the victor. Problem is for Heather, She can't really perform any of her finishing moves with both girls on the ground. In fact, she'd need an elevated surface for either of them. Cursing her style for once in her life, she lets out a groan as she is turned over to her stomach, Layla crawling onto her back.

"N-noo" Heather lets out, weakly trying to push her body out from under Layla. She didn't want to take what the girl had planned, but she was hurting, just as much as her opponent was. Still, giving it all she's got, she tries to fight out from under Layla with what little she's got in her.

Judging by how weak Heather's struggles were when Layla climbed atop of her she was guessing Heather state was none better than Layla's was. Who knows how long that would last though. Layla was on her last legs. She couldn't give Heather the chance to make any sort of comeback, or that would be it for her. With some weakened struggled from both girl's, the smaller Layla would force herself onto Heather's back, straddling her and pinning her down.

Layla was panting just from the effort of doing that, but now that she had achived the position she could get to work on her finisher. The first thing Layla would do is grab both of Heather's arms, and then drapew them over her thighs like she was going for a camel clutch. the difference was that Layla would scissor her legs around both of Heather's arms, trapping the girl in a lotus lock. If she managed that, she would complete the first half of her finisher.

Heather's struggles were doing absolutely nothing for her in her weakened state. With Layla straddling her back, she found herself in quite the compromising situation. She had no idea the girl was setting her up for her finishing move, but it was only a matter of time before Heather was going to find that out the hard way.

She felt her arms get pulled up by Layla, and draped over her thighs, compounded when Layla wraps her legs around them, locking in a lotus lock. "Ha-agh! Damn n-no!" Heather lets out as she struggles, weakly trying to pry Layla's legs apart with her arms, however what she wasn't aware of was that it was just one half of Layla's painful finishing move.

Once Layla had secured the lock and was sure Heather wouldn't be going anywhere Layla took this time to catch a breather. It wasn't too hard to maintain the hold while she did this, even with Heather's token struggles.

"Alright," Layla said once she was ready, and managed to put a small smirk on her face. "Get ready to give up." With that Layla would lean backwards to reach for both of Heather's legs, and once she got them she would sit back up, pulling Heather's legs back up with her to apply a different version of the boston crab. Heather would be completely trapped with both the lostus lock and the boston crab in place, putting tremendous pressure on her back. This was Layla's finisher the Scorpion's Sting, for Heather's contorted body would truly resemble a striking scorpion.

"N-no.." Heather says in response to Layla's words, however she just wasn't quite ready for the second part of the girl's move. Already feeling in an odd and painful position in the lotus hold, though one she could deal with, her situation was made ten times worse when Layla reached backwards, pulling Heather's legs up in a boston crab like position.

"GAAAAAGH! AAAAH!" Heather lets out as her body is bent and contorted from Layla's finishing move. Her eyes widened quite largely as she screamed out from the pain. It looked like it could be over here for her. Heather's will to win might not be enough to get her out of this one. The beating her body has gone through from this match, and the exhaustion she was feeling on top of it, only added to the submission move as it seemed like time was at a standstill. She felt like she was holding on and enduring the move for hours on end when it was probably only a minute or two. However, because of the position she was in, and the extreme pain she was feeling, she just couldn't take it.

"I....aah...I-I Give....I give up!" Heather lets out weakly at first before she yells the last words because of the pain she was in as tears fell from her eyes. Taking the smart road instead of waiting until she was knocked out, she knew she wouldn't be able to withstand the hold for long. She didn't want to admit it, but the girl had gotten the best of her, she'd beaten her.

It had taken some time and execution, but Layla finally had Heather at her mercy. All of the girl's limbs were tied up with this finisher making escape an impossibility. All Heather could do was endure the pain, which apparently Heather could not do, for she was soon submitting to the pure agony of the hold. Even after she submitted Layla held the held a bit longer than she needed to, and after a few extra seconds Layla would completely release the submssion, untangling her legs from Heather's arms and releasing her legs. Layla would then fall off of Heather and onto her side, completely exausted, That last move had taken just about all the remainder of her strength.

"Here is your winner for the Summer Splash Hardcore match! Layla McCarthy!!" The announcer's declaration and the erupting cheers from the crowd roused Layla from her half-asleep state. That was when she realized she had won. Against the odds she had managed to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat. And it felt great. Layla felt strength renewed, and with grim determination Layla would get to her feet, but before she did, she would grab heather as well.

"Up we go, slut," Layla growled, and after dragging both herself and Heather up, would use every last bit of her strength to lift her Heather over her head. If the crowd was cheering loud before, they would be on their feet whooping and hollering as they watched the smaller Layla lift her conquered foe over her head in a gorilla press.

Heather let out another scream of pain as Layla held on the submission for a few more seconds. She was begging for the pain to end, but when it finally did, everything suddenly hit her at once. She had given up, the match was over. Heather had lost, at the PPV, of all places, she had lost. She lie there on her stomach just looking at the sand below her as she tried to take it all in. She felt there were too many times where she felt she could have won, but she was poked in the eye, or bitten, or hit in the crotch. Moves that she herself didn't really have a problem with, but when she gave it all and was stopped by moves like that, it hit her even more.

Although in the end, it didn't matter what moves the other girl used. The match had no rules so there's no room to say that Layla didn't do everything she could to beat Heather, pulled out all the stocks, and Heather realizes that she should have done the same. The girl beat her to it though, and in the end completely beat her. In the least, Heather could be happy that she was smart enough to give in the submission as soon as she did. If she would have taken that for much longer, she probably would be completely out. Fortunately, she did still have a bit of energy left in her to be able to walk out without support.

Yet, She wanted with all her will to get back at the girl right there for handing her this loss, but she was instead picked up by her suddenly in a gorilla press. "Wh-what???" Heather lets out as she is lifted above Layla's head, confused at first at the burst of adrenaline the girl had gotten from the crowd to even be able to lift her above her head. The girl was making Heather look like nothing right now and it was frustrating the hell out of her, her repeated insult of calling her a slut just adding that much more onto it. Her back was aching fiercely in pain, but she definitely didn't want to take what looked like a post match attack from the girl. She begun to wave around her limbs, trying to escape the press that Layla had her in.

As Layla arrogantly paraded her defeated opponant above her head like a trophy her every muscle screamed in protest. This last act of humiliation was taking her past the limit, and as her legs and arms trembled under the strain of bearing Heather's entire weight she was beginning to wonder if this was really a good idea. But as she heard the cheers of the audience and how they grew louder when she performed her post-match feat of strength Layla decided that it was worth it. One last message had to be sent to all the people watching.

Gritting her teeth Layla would walk Heather over a bit, her every step a struggle to deal with Heather's weight and weak struggles. What she was doing would soon become clear. Layla was carry Heather over to where one of the match volleyballs was laying on the sand, one that had remained untouched in the fight.

"Ghg....have a nice...trip!!" Layla would scream, and with one last burst of strength would toss Heather up in the air and send her plumetting back down to the earth where the dodgeball lay, where Heather would land stomach first right on top of it.

Keeping up her struggles as much as she could, it looked like Heather just couldn't stop Layla from carrying out her plans. She tried all that she could do, shaking her body, trying to push herself off, kicking and flailing her legs and arms, but it seemed she was too weak to offer any resistance that would make any bit of difference. "S-stop goddamnit...The..f-fucking match is over!" Heather yells out, although in her mind she wanted the girl to release her so she could attack her herself.

Looking over, Heather then saw where Layla was bringing her to. One of the weighted volleyballs lying on the ground just waiting for another person to come in contact with. Heather's eyes widened and she frantically shook her head, not wanting to even come close to that. "N-no nonono! D-don't do it! S-stop no!" Heather let out, almost panicking from the sight.

However her protest and panic proved to do absolutely nothing as Layla made her way over to the volleyball and tossed Heather up in the air towards it. Heather let out a yell in panic as she fell and then it collided with her stomach. "UUUUGH--GAGH" She lets out at the intense pain that assaulted her as she slid off it onto her side. Her already injured stomach taking a vicious hit. Heather lets out violent coughs as she curls up on the ground, holding her stomach as she gasps for breath while her eyes water up quite a bit, causing tears to roll down.

After that throw and Heather's final punishment carried out Layla's arms fell to her sides, completely spent, panting as she watched her enemy writhe on the sand before her. It felt good, real good, to see a condescending bitch like Heather get her just deserts in the end. It had been a tough fight with many surprises, byt Layla's determination and willingness to break the rules had made her come out on top. Even as she watched Heather curl up in pain before her, Layla decided to send one last barb at her.

"Lighten up, loser," Layla said, her mouth curling into a sneer. "We're at the beach. Why don't you go boogey-boarding? That seems to be more your speed than fighting."

With that Layla would simply turn her back on Heather and start to limp towards the exit. The crowd cheered and congradulated her on a hard fought match, something she was honestly thankful for. She never had people cheering for her like this in the past, and as she left the court and Heather behind her, she couldn't help feel proud at what she had accomplished here.