Princesscore Vs. Hardcore: Viola Celestial Vs. Kenzie Kraze

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Viola was lying on the mat, feeling the massive amounts of pain coursing through her small body from the turnbuckle hitting her bare back. While she definitely had felt large amounts of pain in matches before, Kenzie seemed more intented on slowly killing her rather then winning a match.

“AAAAAH!” Viola screamed in pain as Kenzie grinded the heel of her sole into Viola’s back, it getting a slight red spot. Though luckily for her, the pain stopped for a while as Kenzie decided to go outside.

Viola could see a Steel Chair, Kendo Stick, and Trash Can Lid loand in the ring, the lid landing right next to her.

Eventually Kenzie came back inside the ring and grabbed the Kendo Stick. Viola knew she had to think fast, and do something people would think a princess would never do.

Viola quickly grabbed the trash can lid, and before Kenzie could bring down the kendo stick on her back, Viola would attempt to chuck the Trash Can Lid right into Kenzie’s midsection.

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The momentary pause in the chaos felt electric, a charged silence filled with the unspoken promise of violence. Kenzie stood poised, her fingers tightening around the kendo stick as if it were an extension of her own malevolent intent. But just as she began her swing, her gleeful expression twisted into one of shock.

CLANG!

"AAACK!" A sharp, metallic impact struck her midsection, sending a shockwave of pain rippling through her core. The trash can lid connected with brutal precision, doubling Kenzie over as the air escaped her lungs in a single rasping gasp. Her grip on the kendo stick faltered for just a moment, the weapon slipping slightly in her hands.

Staggering back a step, Kenzie’s wild eyes shot to Viola, and a manic grin returned to her face despite the blow. She clutched her stomach but quickly straightened up, her laughter spilling out in ragged, gleeful bursts.

"Oh, you’ve got a little fight in you after all!" she hissed, her voice a mixture of pain and exhilaration. "How adorable. Let’s see how long that lasts, sweetheart!"

Kenzie adjusted her grip on the kendo stick, her free hand brushing her hair back from her face as she slowly circled and encroached on Viola's position. Her movements were slower now, the trash can lid’s impact evident in her slightly hunched posture, but the glint in her eyes spoke of unrelenting chaos. With a sharp flick of her wrist, Kenzie swung the kendo stick low, aiming for Viola’s ribs in retaliation, her laughter echoing through the arena as she reveled in the escalating tension.

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Viola had never really thrown anything in her life besides a pumpkin, her life basically meant she was overtly protected, being a princess. Therefore, throwing a trash can lid at someone felt unusual to the purple haired women. But it actually felt good doing it to Kenzie.

Seeing Kenzie double over from the pain, hopefully let her know that Viola was not some princess ready to be captured and for some prince to save her, she was fully capable of handling herself. The laughter may have shocked Viola a little at first, but now it had no effect. Viola knew she could stand up to Kenzie.

“Come on then, see if you can break this princess!” Viola said with a confidence to herself that the audience popped for, loving her bravado and standing up to the psychopath.

Viola saw Kenzie coming at her slowly with the Kendo Stick, but Viola knows how the body works enough that she could tell Kenzie’s unhinged movements. Just had to wait for Kenzie to swing.

When Kenzie swung the Kendo Stick, Viola would hold out both her hands to attempt to catch the Kendo Stick, and if that managed to work, would give Kenzie a swift kick to her midsection.

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Kenzie’s grin only widened as Viola’s defiant words pierced the air, drawing cheers from the crowd. The momentary roar of support for the so-called "princess" didn’t faze her—if anything, it delighted her. Kenzie thrived on rebellion, on opposition. What fun was there in breaking someone who didn’t put up a fight? "Break you?" Kenzie hissed, her voice dripping with venomous glee. "Oh, darling, I’m not just going to break you—I’m going to shatter you into a million little pieces." Her words were a melody of malice, punctuated by her deliberate steps forward, each one as menacing as the last.

As she drew closer, Kenzie’s eyes locked onto Viola with an intensity that bordered on deranged. Her knuckles whitened as she swung with feral intent, the kendo stick slicing through the air with a sharp whoosh that promised pain.

But just as the arc of destruction closed in, Kenzie’s attack was interrupted by a sudden jolt of resistance. Viola had caught the kendo stick in both hands, halting the weapon mid-swing.

Kenzie’s manic grin twisted into a look of dark delight, her lips curling to reveal her teeth like a feral animal. Her arms flexed as she pushed against Viola’s hold, testing the strength of her defiance. She leaned in, her hot breath brushing against Viola’s face as their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills.

"Oh, you’re a feisty little thing, aren’t you?" Kenzie purred, her voice low and predatory, though laced with irritation. The audience roared, feeding the tension in the ring. Kenzie’s body quivered with manic energy as she pressed forward, trying to wrench the kendo stick back under her control, her muscles straining as she relished the thrill of the struggle.

But that thrill was cut short. With a burst of determination, Viola struck out, her foot arcing upward and slamming into Kenzie’s exposed midsection with a sharp, decisive thud. "Ugh!" Kenzie gasped, the impact folding her in half as her grip on the kendo stick slackened and eventually clattered to the mat. She staggered back a few steps, clutching her abdomen as her face twisted into a mixture of pain and exhilaration. The audience erupted, their cheers deafening as the tables momentarily turned!

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Viola finally got an evident sign of Kenzie after slamming the sole of her boot into Kenzie’s gut, and forced her to let go of the kendo stick. Just like that, she was free from Kenzie’s aggressive onslaught and had time to think about her next move.

Viola knew that her wrestling style was not made with this matchtype in mind, so she knew she had to modify it and get the most out of all these weapons, especially fighting a psycho who seemed bent on causing her legitimate harm.

Viola got up to her feet and seeing the Kendo Stick that fell next to her, decided to pick the piece of wood up, she had the perfect idea, she just needed to put it into action.

Viola would then approach Kenzie from behind, before getting to her back, and attempting to wrap her in an Abdominal Stretch, and to add to the pressure, put the kendo stick in front of Kenzie’s midsection, and pull towards her, hoping to do as much damage to Kenzie’s midsection as possible.

[DropKix]

Kenzie barely had a moment to suck in a breath before the pain returned with a vengeance.

The sharp crack of the kendo stick pressing against her midsection sent a wicked tremor through her body, her stomach clenching as the tension in her muscles grew unbearable. Viola’s grip was firm, locking her in place, her limbs coiled around Kenzie like a serpent constricting its prey. The Abdominal Stretch twisted her spine at a brutal angle, but it was that damned kendo stick—dug deep against her taut abdomen—that made the agony exquisite.

Kenzie threw her head back, her body arching as pain and pleasure mingled into a sharp, electric thrill. Her lips curled, a ragged moan clawing its way out of her throat before twisting into laughter—breathless, delirious laughter that sent chills skittering down the spines of those watching.

“Ooooh, sweetheart,” she gasped, her voice trembling with both torment and delight. “Is that—nnngh—all you’ve got?”

Her fingers twitched, her nails clawing at the air as if grasping for something unseen. The pressure in her midsection sent shockwaves of agony through her core, her ribs burning, her breath stuttering in shallow gasps. Her body fought against itself—muscles straining, skin slick with sweat, the sharp, jagged thrill of being trapped stoking the embers of her insanity. Kenzie’s mind raced, flickering between the white-hot pain and the unholy ecstasy of the moment. Her limbs trembled, her frame caught in Viola’s vice-like grip, her breath coming in jagged, uneven hitches. But even in her suffering, there was no submission in her eyes—only wild, manic hunger. She needed to turn the tide. She needed to break this fragile little princess before she started thinking she had control.

Her fingers twitched against Viola’s thigh, searching—calculating. Then, with a sudden jolt of manic precision, Kenzie shot her free hand toward the kendo stick itself, gripping the wooden shaft with a feral, vice-like hold. With a sharp jerk, she wrenched the weapon downward while simultaneously twisting her own body, using the very torque of Viola’s hold against her.

A sharp buck of her hips, a sudden shift in weight—

And BAM!

Kenzie threw herself into a snapmare-style counter, hoping to whip Viola up and over with a violent jerk of momentum and send her crashing to the mat with a sharp thud!