Sheila Morgan vs. Kenzie Kraze II - Pleasure in the Pain

[DropKix]

Kenzie’s body was a complete wreck, even more so than usual—writhing, twitching, and laughing as the combination of sweat, blood, concession drinks, and god-knows-what else drenched her frame while it scraped across the cold, unforgiving floor of the backstage hallways. Disoriented and barely aware of her surroundings, she was still delirious when Sheila suddenly kicked open the locker room door, sending her crashing face-first into the bench. For a split second, Kenzie glimpsed the tiled walls of the locker room and the blurry faces of LAW’s roster—half-naked and wide-eyed, their mouths hanging open as they stared at the chaos unfolding. And then, the sharp crack of the cord across her skin, jerking her body upon impact. The pain surged through her, a brutal shock to her already battered body, as the cord dug into her back, leaving a thick, angry welt that stretched across her pale, slick skin.

She didn’t scream.

No, instead, Kenzie’s giggling erupted like the crack of thunder, sharp and discordant, echoing off the tiled walls of the quickly emptying locker room.

"Ohhhh, Sheila, babe! You’re really gettin' the hang of it now!" she rasped, her voice dripping with manic delight and teasing mockery. Her hands clawed at the edges of the bench, her nails dragging against the wood in erratic patterns, leaving tiny crescents in their wake.

The female wrestlers who had been lounging, dressing, or chatting before Sheila’s dramatic entrance were frantically squeezing past the door. One of them—a young, freshly showered rookie with damp hair sticking to her flushed cheeks—hovered near the doorway, clutching her bag to her chest. Her eyes, wide and unblinking, flicked from the brutal spectacle to the door, as if calculating how quickly she could make her escape. Kenzie’s wild gaze caught her, and despite the cord biting into her back, a twisted grin broke across her bloodied lips. "What’s the matter, sweetheart?" she hissed, her voice somehow sultry despite the rasp of pain. "You stickin’ around for the show, or just waiting for your turn?"

The young wrestler—Dizzy, though Kenzie didn’t know her name—blanched, her face paling as she took that as a cue for her to get the hell out of there. "Aww look what've ya done now Sheila! You've got these girls leaving in droves! Try and give ‘em something worth watching!"

Kenzie’s words spilled out in broken, breathless spurts, punctuated by the crack of the cord as it met her skin again. Each strike carved a new story onto her back—angry reds and faint purples beginning to bloom in chaotic, jagged patterns. She twisted beneath the blows, not to escape, but to revel in them, her body coiling in equal parts pain and pleasure.

Her pink-and-black pigtails swung wildly with her movements, strands sticking to her face, her lips, her eyes—making her look all the more unhinged, like a doll broken and stitched together with threads of malice and madness. Through the haze of pain and delirium, her tongue darted out to wet her cracked lips, the metallic tang of blood mingling with the salt of sweat. Her body convulsed as another strike landed, a shudder rolling through her frame that might’ve looked like agony to the untrained eye. But to Kenzie? It was ecstasy. Her fingers curled into the edge of the bench, knuckles white as she started to push up, trembling limbs fighting against the weight of her opponent’s fury.

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila didn’t care for about an audience one way or another - hell, the camerawoman and the referee had slipped in there with them, and were staying a healthy distance away, peeking from behind the shower stalls like they expected bullets to start flying. Let her watch. Let them all. She was going to make an example out of Kenzie, something people would remember whenever they thought about starting shit with her.

No, the reason she told everyone to fuck off was to get some goddamn space. The locker room wasn’t exactly cramped, but it wasn’t all that large, either, with just enough room to comfortably carry about a dozen people before things got annoying. She didn’t want anyone getting in the way, and she wasn’t in the mood for an orgy. She wanted Kenzie all to herself. If they wanted to see this bitch get fucked, they had to pay like everyone else.

When they did, they’d also get treated to a hell of a show. Sheila didn’t need a crystal ball to guess how Kenzie would react to getting whipped - the same way she responded to everything, by getting horny and turned on. The woman was the living incarnation of a sex store, and she doubted there was a kink she could do that wouldn’t get her rocks off.

That didn’t stop Sheila from whipping her, of course. It was way too fun to stop. But it made her realize she needed to change things a bit. She might as well do it in a way that lets her have some fun, too.

She gave Kenzie one final powerful lash, then kicked her in the side and knocked her off the bench, so her ragged, bloody back slapped on the grimy, tiled floor. Had to suck, and it would suck even more when Sheila mounted her and seized her leg, lifting it while she straddled the other one.

”Want to fuck, right?” Sheila yanked Kenzie’s bottom aside, exposing her nethers to the fresh air for the second time. Still dripping wet, no surprise. ”Fine, we’ll fuck. My time, my terms.”

No need to hold back any longer, fuck the foreplay. Sheila pulled her own underwear aside, slid forward, gripped Kenzie’s leg, and began to pound away with furious abandon, slapping their pussies together with an audible clap. She went into a slow grind from there, pressing down hard with a focus intensity, closing her eyes as the sensations tore through her. She’d already gotten hot through this match, her senses amped up, and it made every touch electric.

Sheila leaned in and clawed at Kenzie’s chest with her spare hand as she picked up the pace, digging into the skin, rapidly going down the happy path and getting lost in the bliss of it all.

[DropKix]

A glass of water sounded really good to Kenzie right about now. her throat was dry as a bone, hoarse from the incessant amount of laughing and crying she'd been doing during the brutal whipping Sheila had given her. Her back probably looked like a Jackson Pollock painting, streaks of red, purple welts intermingling with all the dirt and grime the two wrestlers had found themselves rolling in throughout the course of this match. Unfortunately for Kenzie, Sheila planned on only making her dirtier as she gave her one last final whip before kicking her down to the locker room floor.

The pastel goth landed with a heavy thud, groaning as she lay splayed out on the cold tiles. The Aussie's voice rang from behind her, uttering words that Kenzie had been waiting to hear all night long, words that promised even more damage and debauchery.

"Fuck yeah I wanna fuck!" Kenzie croaked, managing one little giggle before she found her bottom ripped out from around her hips, the cool breeze of the locker room air washing over her twitching pussy. Her folds were still slick with juices, remnants from the past excursion on Sheila's face that had refused to dry since then. But they wouldn't stay in the camera's vision for long, as Sheila would soon yank Kenzie's leg upwards and wedge her weight between her thighs, driving forward with a passion that made Kenzie squeal.

"Yeeees! YEEES!" F-F-FUUUCK ME SHEILA! FUUUUUCK ME!" Kenzie moaned, her body rocking violently against the floor as Sheila merciless pounded into her womanhood. Sheila's pussy was like a battering ram, mashing skin, sweat and flesh with heated furry. Each time their nethers connected Kenzie gasped and squealed, the pleasure driving the mad girl somehow even more insane. Her moans turned to yelps, then back to moans again as the blonde greedily groped her tits, kneading her perky assets between the thin barriers of her brassier. It seemed like both of them were lost in the throes of their violent lust, grunting and groaning at their engorged pussies made rapid collisions with each over and over again. Every bash sent precious nectar spraying between claps, a warm concoction of sweet juices and saline sweat coating their thighs and collecting onto the tiles beneath them.

Kenzie was close, so damn close to breaking beneath Sheila, to unleashing a deluge that would see her succumbing to the Aussie brawler's conquest. Every bit of Kenzie wanted to give in, to gush and cream and revel in the battle of their sex, and she may very well have, if it weren't for Sheila's last few words.

Her time? Her terms? Like fuck she will.

With a disappointed sigh, Kenzie yanked her legs towards her chest, hoping that the mix of sweat and haze of hotness would be enough to distract Sheila from her grip. If she was successful, Kenzie would send her leg flying forward again, squaring up the sole of her boot to make full frontal contact with Sheila's face with enough force to hopefully dislodge her mid-fuck!

[BlackAkuma]

It had been a good, long while since Sheila had a good scissoring. Used to do it all the time back home, mainly with the ring rats who came to her shows and hung around for the after-parties. Assuming she wasn’t hospitalized after the show - a one out of four chance, likely - she’d have her pick of the litter. Some pretty little thing would catch her eye and she’d drag her back to the trailer for a good time.

Less so in Japan. Not that she hadn't caught any tail here, far from it, but Japanese women - the ones she’d come across at least - liked it a little less rough. Didn’t like coming from a night of sex that felt like a bar fight. She understood it, but it always left her wanting for something rougher. Wilder. Dirtier. A good, hard fuck.

Itch. Scratched.

Sheila threw her head back and howled as she fucked Kenzie with the kind of wild fervor that was typically reserved for the Discovery Channel. Every thrust pulled her further and further into the fog, clouded her thoughts, drove her insane. She was reaching the sweetest point, both of them were, and she closed her eyes and prepared for the plunge. ”Fuck, I’m close, I’m almost there, I’m almost-”

The kick to her face wasn’t that big of a deal by itself. Yeah, it came right out of nowhere. Yeah, it sucked to get knocked out of an electric orgasm right when she was on the cusp. But she’d taken worse hits in her career, with no small percentage of them happening in this match. She could’ve shrugged it off.

No, what made it worse was what happened after. The kick knocked her away, her body tumbled, and the other side of her skull wound up smacking into the nearby bench, rattling her skull once again. The back-to-back impacts rang her bell, and she wound up flopping to the floor in a lifeless heap, juices oozing from her pussy as she writhed.

Not her best look, and even in her stupor, she realized it wasn’t about to get better.

[DropKix]

Seeing Sheila tumble backwards before nearly splitting the back of her head against the bench almost made the lost orgasm worth it. Almost...

With a sigh Kenzie crawled across the tiles and slumped over her opponent, soaking in the dampness of their wet bodies as she took a moment to recover over the motionless frame of her rival.

"Don't ya get it Sheila, I wasn't meant to play the bottom bitch - that's your role hon" Kenzie whispered, her voiced oddly soothing as her finger traced Sheila's scantily clad body. They trailed all the way down to Sheila's pussy, the slit still pulsating as it spewed thick, sticky nectar. Kenzie didn't hesitate, she dug right in, her two fingers burrowing into the tight wet hole with satisfying pumps. Only once she was knuckle deep did she begin to extract the treasure within, her fingers glazed in a healthy coating of Sheila's pussy juices. She held them up in the fluorescent locker room light, admiring how the warm cum webbed between her fingertips before greedily jamming them inside her mouth.

"Mmmm! You're sweeter than I would've thought Sheila. I figured a dumb cunt like you would have been on the sour side. Oh! Where are my manners, here, try some!" Kenzie cackled as she smeared her cum-coated fingertips all over Sheila's expressionless face. Pulling back on her hair, Kenzie made sure to expose her opponent to the cameras, angling her just right so that the lens caught the sheen of the Aussie's own secretions shimmering on her face.

Kenzie could feel Sheila begin to stir, her involuntary convulsions slowly taking on a more defiant twitch. With an angry puff of air through her nostrils, Kenzie shakily made her way back up to her feet, making sure to drag Sheila along with her by the hair. With a slight limp, Kenzie worked her way to an open locker. Using both hands to hold Sheila by the bra straps, Kenzie suddenly flung her opponent inside, ramming her headfirst into the narrow locker until the upper half of her body was wedged inside. "I bet this looks familiar, huh bitch? A dumb blonde like you probably got her head shoved into tons of lockers back in the day. Only difference is, nobody tried to fuck you in the ass afterwards... wait a minute - AH SHIT! NOW I'VE GONE AND RUINED THE SUPRISED! FOR FUCK'S SAKE SHEILA"

With unprovoked hellish fervor, Kenzie suddenly lashed out, lifting her leg up and thrashing her boot into the back of Sheila's head inside the locker. Her body thumped around the metal walls of the confined space as Kenzie merciless delivered rabid mudhole stomps in lightning succession. The referee could only stare in horror while Kenzie's foot bashed into the back of Sheila's skull with a fury unseen so far in the match. Fans stared at the titantron with mouths agape, tears streaking down the cheeks of the Australian's most loyal supporters. But if they thought the torture would soon be over, they were sadly mistaken. Kenzie's chest heaved as she rest her leg back on the tiled floor, only to begin repeatedly smashing the locker door into Sheila body. The steel edge rammed into the side of her ribcage, the metal frame denting and clanging wildly as it was opened and slammed into the blonde's body over and over again.

Finally, Kenzie took a step back to admire her handiwork. Sheila's body was motionless, the upper half of her bruised form slumped inside the locker. Kenzie's breath was ragged, her eyes a manic mirage as her fingertips dug into the sides of her head. "Sheeeeeila! SHEEEEEEILA! Ya know what comes next don't ya? DON'T YA!?" She wheezed with psychotic malice as she slowly backed away. Her steps were unguided, her legs teetering over each other. But somehow Kenzie moved with purpose and direction towards another locker, one that contained even more goodies for the Krazed lunatic to play with...

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila was out of it.

Not unconscious, not all the way, but she was in that weird little headspace between being aware and being knocked the fuck out, where she could register that things were happening but didn’t have the mental faculties to properly process all of it. She was aware that Kenzie was over her and she could hear the psycho bitch speaking, but she might as well have been speaking Greek for all Sheila could tell. None of it registered. Just words.

That look, though? That spoke volumes. Something bad and painful was coming down the turnpike, and damned soon.

Feeling was returning to Sheila’s brain, and as it did, she registered that something was going on down below the waist - namely, the familiar sensation of her pussy being invaded by a couple of curious fingers, plunging deep into her well. Her reflexes took over and she had a long, lustful moan, before Kenzie gave her a taste of her fruits, smearing her juices all over her face. The act itself wasn’t the worst thing, hardly the first time she’d gotten this dirty. But the disrespect was real, and she could already feel the fires welling up inside of her again. If she could just get up to her feet, ram her fist down this bitch’s throat, take control again…

Kenzie helped her out with the first part, as the woman grabbed her by the bra and forced her up on two wobbling feet. Sheila was just beginning to find her strength when she was shoved forwards, whipped about, and had her body rammed into a locker like a square peg in a round hole, getting the side of her head scraped up in the process. Not a pleasant process, but the pain actually helped in a way. Made her madder. More aware.

And then she got stomped in the head, which sort of ruined the whole thing.

Again and again and again, Kenzie’s big fucking boot rammed the back of Sheila’s head, smashing her up against the unforgiving metal. No way to protect herself, no chance to defend, as she could do was squirm and writhe with every hit, slipping in and out of consciousness, the scent of blood growing more pronounced every time she came back.

Sheila was mostly out of it again by the time Kenzie started slamming the door on her, her legs jolting up and down with each hit only to lay still right after. When it all came to an end, the Wild Woman was a barely breathing mess, utterly wrecked all over, and the only proof she even still lived was the slow rising of her chest and the muffled growling moans coming from inside the locker.

More or less, she was back where she started, teetering between the land of the living and the dead. But she still had enough in her to give a response to Kenzie after the woman was done prattling. ”...go…to hell.”

Not much, but it would have to do for now. Wasn’t feeling too clever, just now.