Kenzie Kraze vs. Sheila Morgan - Crazy Like Us

[BlackAkuma]

The only real downside to Sheila’s move was that she couldn't see Kenzie go flying. She did get the next best thing, though: Hearing it.

The shriek that Kenzie made when she went over was glorious. She’d give the woman credit, she had a good set of lungs on her, and that wail lasted down to the floor. Crashing chair, cursing fans, with rounds of applauses and shocked gasps breaking out all around them. Yeah, she’d made a bit of a stir, and while she was still reeling from getting her head slammed into the steps, Sheila still had enough presence of mind to enjoy.

The referee, however, disagreed. ”Hey! Hey!” She called out from the ring as she leaned over the ropes and waved them back. ”That’s enough, you two! Bring it back in, you’re going to get counted out.”

Sheila groaned and glared up at the referee, looking upwards as she leaned against the barricade. She was about to tell her off when Kenzie’s spastic voice drew her attention, pulling her in with another rant. The woman did love hearing the sound of her voice, didn’t she? But she wasn’t wrong. All this pussyfooting was grating on the nerves as she tried her best to calm her better instincts. She wanted the blood and guts, and enjoyed the fire, but this match was hamstringing. Hell, both of them. Kenzie was crazier than a shithouse rat, no doubt, but she had some skill and a body that could keep up with it. If they could go all out in a real match…

She was dragged out of an impromptu daydream by the sound of clashing steel as Kenzie started hurling chairs all over the place and dared her, the goddamn Wild One, to take action. As if there was any chance in hell that she’d turn that down. Sheila reached over the barricade, picked up a chair, and-

”Wait, don’t use that!” The referee’s nagging voice cut through the air, even as the crowd tried to shout her down. ”Are you two trying to get disqualified?”

Sheila just shrugged, ignored her, and took a few steps back, giving absolutely zero fucks in the process. ”Oh, I’m coming.” She gripped the chair tight and zeroed in on Kenzie as her brain made all the little calculations for what her body was about to do. She was about 90% sure she could pull this off, with a 10% chance she might fall on her face. It would either be epic or funny, and she was cool with it, either way. ”Just watch!”

That was all the warning Shiela would give before she took off into a run, going straight for Kenzie. Some might have wondered what she planned to do and why she was running when the barricade was still between them, but that was made clear when she leaped up, planted a foot on the steel divider, and used it as a stepping stone to launch herself through the air, soaring towards her opponent with the chair held high, looking to bring it crazy down on Kenzie’s head.

[DropKix]

Kenzie’s eyes glittered with twisted delight as she heard Sheila’s response and saw the eagerness in which she picked up the chair. The referee’s protests were nothing but background noise now, drowned out by the roar of the crowd and the pounding of her own manic heartbeat.

“Oh, this is gonna be fun,” Kenzie muttered to herself, her grin widening as Sheila launched herself into a sprint. Kenzie stood her ground, chair still raised high, ready to meet Sheila’s wild charge head-on. The sight of Sheila leaping up, her feral figure blocking out the arena lights, soaring through the air with a chair raised above her head - Kenzie's sex was practically dripping.

“Come on, hit me! HIT ME!” Kenzie roared, her voice a mix of excitement and madness. She tightened her grip on the chair, every muscle in her body tense and taught with the thrill that was about to come. As Sheila descended, Kenzie swung her chair with all the force she could muster, aiming it sideways so that its edge would smash into the side of Sheila’s body mid-air.

But not before an equally brutal blow from Sheila came crashing down on her head.

The world around Kenzie erupted into a burst of stars and pain as Sheila’s chair connected, the impact reverberating through her skull. Her vision blurred, but through the haze of agony, she felt the satisfying crunch of her own chair slamming into Sheila’s ribs. Both women would come crumpled to the ground, a tangled mess of limbs and twisted metal, the crowd's roar intensifying with each passing second. The referee, fed up and frantic, waved both arms in frustration.

"That's it, I've had enough of you two! Double Disqualification! No Contest! This match is over!" Her voice barely cut through the noise of the audience. The groaning punkette slowly rolled over, draping one arm over her foe's chest. "Hear that Sheila-boo, over. I dunno babe, I think you and I are just gettin' started!" She hissed, her fingers curling around Sheila's breast and giving the woman's titty a lustful squeeze.

[BlackAkuma]

This was a stupid idea.

This was such a stupid idea.

Out of all the stupid ideas Sheila had ever had, this had to be one of the stupidest. Maybe top ten. She wouldn’t say top five, the competition was way too stiff for that, but it was up there and ranked high among the worst she’d had a solo wrestler outside of her own promotion. She was already in a bad spot regarding her WLD and her status with management. They were afraid to put her in matches, and she’d had to claw and scratch just to get this chance. Yeah, it was standard, but it was still better than nothing. It might be months before she had another opportunity in the ring.

To top it all off, this was one she could win, easy. Kenzie was far enough from the ring that she could’ve just dipped back in under the ropes and won through the count-out. Easy victory, and it might set her back on the right track to bigger, better things. The sort of stepping stone she needed.

That would be the smart thing, yeah - but it wouldn’t be the Sheila Morgan thing. No, she lived in the moment, always on instinct, and her instincts were telling her that she needed to bring hell raining down on Kenzie’s head. So she did, and the two of them crashed in a catastrophic, cacophonous collision, their bodies rolling around and leaving nothing but mayhem in their wake. Sheila couldn't even tell where her opponent hit, if she hit anything- there was pain all over, dozens of aching spots. Her head, her neck, her ribs, her knees, all of them were scrapped and cracked and skinned, looking like she’d just been in a car wreck.

And yet, Sheila felt good. Damn good. Better, even, when Kenzie reached over and gave her breasts a groping squeeze, forcing a moan out of her. This bitch just did not do subtlety, did she? She’d heard the referee nearby, saying something about a disqualification, but it was a little hard to think about stuff like that when her tits were getting mauled.

Fuck it.

”Shut. Up.” Sheila grabbed Kenzie’s wrist and pulled it away from her breast. At first glance, it probably looked like she was rebuffing the attention, an easy assumption to make, but she would dispel it when she rolled on top of her opponent’s body, straddled her lap, and dropped down to take her mouth a feral kiss, slamming their lips together in a motion that was somewhere between a mating display and an act of dominance. She pressed hard and pushed her tongue in deep, as if trying to claim Kenzie’s mouth as her own territory and daring the punkette to do something about it. All while she closed her eyes rumbled with ragged moans, sending growls of passion down her opponent’s throat.

[DropKix]

Damn this girl had good tits.

Not too firm, not too malleable, just the right amount of give to make them utterly satisfying between the goth girl's fingertips. Definitely worth the DQ in her mind. Her fingers dug deeper into Sheila’s flesh, turning a teasing caress into an obsessive grip. But of course, the Wild One had to amp things up a notch. suddenly Sheila shifted, her weight now straddled Kenzie's lap before mashing their lips together. The ferocity of the kiss was intoxicating, a heady mix of dominance and raw desire that sent the crazy girl growling with delight.

Kenzie’s initial shock quickly gave way to a fervent response. She met Sheila’s kiss with equal intensity, her tongue battling for control as she moaned into her opponent’s mouth. The taste of sweat tainted with blood mingled with the electric sensation of their lips and tongues entwining.

“You're a shit top, ya know that?” Kenzie growled against Sheila’s lips, her voice a low, sultry whisper that dripped with challenge. She bucked her hips up, grinding against Sheila’s lap, her hands finding their way to Sheila’s back and raking her nails down in a trail of red welts. “You little slut, you dirty little bi - Ah...ah...agh!” Kenzie cooed, her words punctuated by gasps and moans. But she couldn't let her opponent have all the fun. She bit down on Sheila’s lower lip, tugging it hungrily before releasing it and licking the small bead of blood that welled up. With a sudden burst of strength, Kenzie would attempt to roll them over, reversing their positions so that she was now on top. She pinned Sheila’s wrists above her head, her wild eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and challenge.

“Sheila, babe, I think you just became my new favorite toy. You know what that means right? You're so... SO fucked!” she hissed, leaning down to trail kisses and bites along Sheila’s neck. The crowd’s roar reached a fever pitch, their frenzied energy feeding into Kenzie’s own madness. She knew the referee was probably losing her mind, in fact, she could already see her motioning for backup to separate the two. Realizing she only had a few seconds of playtime left, and wanting to spend them in the most violent way possible, Kenzie abruptly snapped her body backward before plunging down in rapid succession, delivering a brutal series of hellish headbutts aimed at Sheila’s face!

Spoiler

[BlackAkuma]

”Split them up! Come on!”

Security was rushing in as fast as they could, which was to say, not all that fast. It was hard for them to get through the throngs, as the crowd massed around the wrestlers, creating a mass of human flesh to squeeze through. It was hard for them to even tell what they were all gathered around, but it was safe to assume that the wrestlers in question were tearing each other apart of the floor. Normally not a problem, but doing it out here, amongst the crowd? A crowd that could and would sue them if so much as a hard on their heads were harmed? Oh, that wasn’t happening.

After a few moments, they finally slipped through enough to see that Kenzie and Sheila were…making out? Yeah, that was definitely what they were doing, too—going at each other hard, too, like longtime lovers. Phones were out, catching all the good angles, and the footage would no doubt be on the popular porn sites before the hour was out.

They looked amongst themselves and shrugged. ”Do…do we stop them, or-”

”Don’t ask me, man, I just work here.”

Questions like that were the furthest thing from Sheila’s mind. She was far more focused on the little hellion dragging claws down her back, leaving red welts and cutting into the skin. She gripped Kenzie’s hair tight, tugging at a pigtail and threatening to rip it clean off, and she damn well might’ve if the bitch hadn't bitten her lip. ”You fucking-”

Her insult was cut off as Kenzie surged up and flipped them over, coming out on top and pinning her wrists to the floor, taking total control. Sheila bucked up, first as a struggle, then as pure defiance, and finally just to grind against Kenzie and get some pleasure before the hammer fell. She let out a long, lusty hiss as Kenzie laid kisses down her body, striking fire wherever she touched. ”Stop saying you’ll fuck and just fuck me, bitch me.”

Despite her protests, that wasn’t the sort of contact she received. Instead, Kenzie rocked up and began dropping bombs on her face, ramming their skulls together with blow after blow. It would’ve sucked just about anywhere, but while she was on the floor like this, every hit knocked her head up against the bare concrete, doubling the damage and rattling her brain. Sheila was out of it after the third hit, and that was about the time that security made it through to pull them apart, trying to pry Kenzie off and tend to the helpless Sheila.

[DropKix]

Heart pounding. Pussy throbbing. Forehead raw and aching. These were the moments Kenzie killed for. If Sheila wanted a good fuck, the psycho punk was more than happy to give it to her... right after she finished bashing her face in!

Just as Kenzie reared back for another headbutt, strong hands grabbed her from behind. Security had finally broken through the crowd and were now wrestling her off Sheila, their grip tight and unyielding. Kenzie snarled and kicked, trying to break free, but they were relentless.

“Get your hands off me!” she screeched, thrashing wildly. “No, no, NOOO!” The manic wrestler screamed like a toddler, but her gaze stayed locked on Sheila, her voice rising above the clamor. “I'll be back for you, babes! I promise! We’re going to tear this place apart, you and me! It’s going to be beautiful!”

The crowd’s roar was deafening, a chorus of cheers, boos, and everything in between. Phones were out, recording every second of the chaos. Kenzie strained against the security team, her face a mask of crazed determination. The cameras zoomed in, capturing every manic contortion of her expression, every desperate lunge towards Sheila.

“I’ll find you, Sheila! I’ll find you, and I WILL fuck you!” she howled, her voice carrying through the arena. “You’re mine, bitch! MINE!”

With one last defiant scream, Kenzie was pulled through the curtain and out of sight, leaving behind a scene of utter pandemonium. The camera lingered on Sheila, who lay on the floor, battered and bruised, but with a defiant spark still burning in her eyes. The echoes of Kenzie’s disturbed ramblings hung in the air, a chilling promise of the spectacular violence yet to come.

Result: No Contest!