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

[DropKix]

Match Type: Hardcore Hentai
Rules: No Disqualification, Hentai Encouraged
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Submission, or Knockout

“No-no-no, she’s not walking out of this one... no way,” Kenzie muttered, voice dripping with twisted glee. “I’m gonna leave her in pieces... I’m gonna...I'm gonna... BWAHAHAHA!” The familiar laughter of Kenzie Kraze filled the air as she repeatedly slammed her head into the concrete wall of the gorilla position, the pounding rhythm doing little to satiate the voices that seemed to be screaming louder than usual inside her head. It was no wonder they were all so excited, for tonight was a night that Kenzie had yet to experience in the league, a night where pain and pleasure would bleed together into a savage, visceral clusterfuck of wanton lust and carnage.

The object of her obsession? Sheila fucking Morgan. Their last match had been a glorious, chaotic blur, but the fact that she hadn’t gotten to feel the thrill of truly breaking the Wild One gnawed at her ever since. And the feeling was mutual. Their brawl on the Gift of Gab podcast was proof enough of that. Sheila had thrown down the gauntlet for this Hardcore Hentai match, but Kenzie had been ready for it long before the words had even left her lips.

Entrance Theme - Pastel Pain

Kenzie Kraze

As her entrance music blasted through the arena, Kenzie stormed through the curtain, her manic energy matching the erratic pulse of the beat. She sauntered down the ramp, flipping off the roaring crowd with both hands as she made her way to the ring, her wild gaze flicking toward the ring ropes, already imagining Sheila's ravaged and mangled body tangled up in them. She laughed maniacally, locking eyes with the audience, her expression shimmering with her usual dose of madness.

Sliding under the bottom rope, Kenzie popped to her feet, prowling the ring like a feral cat, eyes darting toward the entrance. She gripped the top rope, leaning forward with a crazed grin, eyes fixed on where Sheila would soon appear.

"Come on, Sheila!" she shouted, voice full of twisted anticipation. "You ready to bleeed for me? Ready to cuuuum for me? COME ON OUT BITCH!" She cracked her neck, fingers curling and uncurling, her body jittering with excitement. She'd waited long enough, now it was finally time to fight the way they were meant to. Without restraint. Without love. Without mercy.

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila often got excited before her matches, could feel the blood burning through her veins, her heart threatening to beat out of her chest. That was natural, that was normal. But the feeling she had today was different. Raw. Visceral. Primal. It had been building up for day, this tingle in the back of her neck, and it grew stronger with every moment of every day. So much energy, so much anticipation, and it was all building towards one woman.

Kenzie. Kenzie Fucking Kraze.

Ever since she and the psychopath threw down in that standard match, she’d had a desperate itch that needed scratching. It wasn’t just that she wanted to even the score against the giggling goth, though that was part of it - she wanted to see what the woman could do in a real hardcore match, nothing held back, no restraint. But, on top of it all, she needed to do something to satisfy the burning lust. Twice they’d fought, and twice it had ended with Kenzie on top, beating the shit out of her and grinding on her like an animal in heat. To make matters worse, they hadn't finished what they started on either occasion, giving her the equivalent of blue balls in so many ways. But not today. Today, they both left satisfied. She would guarantee it.

Sheila was stewing behind the curtains, pacing back and forth as she waited for Kenzie’s hectic music to finish, imagining all the thing she would do once she got her hands on the hellions. Those thoughts vanished when she heard the familiar shriek coming from the ring. Calling her out, demanding her, as if she couldn't wait another minute. Sheila felt about the same way.

”Okay, Ms. Morgan.” One of the stagehands held up her hand to cue up her theme music. ”You’re ready to go in 3-”

Sheila came bolting out from the curtains at full speed, rushing down the ramp so fast that her

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only started playing when she was halfway down. She wasn’t dressed in her usual garb, instead going for a

to suit the occasion, but the crowd wouldn’t have much chance to appreciate it.

”You want me?” Sheila slid in under the ropes and came charging straight for Kenzie. ”I’m right here!”

No lock-up, no introduction, no handshake, no sporting pre-match bullshit. Sheila came running into the ring at full speed, dashed straight towards Kenzie and tried to spear her opponent in the stomach, looking to drive her opponent into the canvas and unload on her from there. This match was starting at eleven and only going up from there.

[DropKix]

Kenzie barely had time to spread her arms and soak in the chaotic roar of the crowd when the curtains parted and an orange blur shot from the back like a bullet. Sheila was charging—faster than expected, more feral than ever—and Kenzie’s laughter faltered, her manic grin turning sharper, wicked excitement flaring to life in her eyes.

“Fuck yeah!” she shouted, barely managing to brace herself as Sheila’s shoulder collided with her midsection. Pain exploded in her gut, the force driving her off her feet and into the canvas. The impact knocked the wind from her lungs, and for a brief second, Kenzie’s world narrowed to the pressure of Sheila pinning her down, the heat of her near bare body, and the roar of the bloodthirsty crowd around them.

Her ribs screamed in agony, but it was a beautiful, glorious pain, a delicious reminder that they were finally fucking doing this thing. Kenzie let out a wheezing cackle, even as fists rained down, catching her on her cheek and temple, each strike pounding into her soft and pale flesh. She managed to twist her body, raising an arm to shield herself from the worst of Sheila's punches, her eyes wild and alight with fervor. "Wha-whatsa matta? Did I... get you... all hot and bothered?" She taunted between gasps, her voice cracking with glee.

But Kenzie wasn't just going to lie down and let Sheila dominate her—no way. Her free hand shot up, fingers clawing at Sheila’s hair, grabbing a thick handful and yanking with all her strength, trying to pull Sheila off balance. Using her leverage, Kenzie bucked her hips, twisting her body to the side in an attempt to throw Sheila off to the side.

If successful, Kenzie would not give Sheila a chance to recover, instead lunging forward aiming to trade positions and mount her opponent instead, before immediately raining down hellish hammer fists into the blonde's face. Kraze was breathing heavily, her makeup already smeared, but she looked ecstatic. She could see it in Sheila’s eyes too—the fury, the lust, the desire to hurt. It was beautiful, and it drove Kenzie to even greater heights of excitement.

“Oh, look at you!” she jeered, her tone dripping with mocking admiration between the blows. “All dressed up like a sexy little savage, huh? You gonna club me over the head and drag me back to your cave?!” She lifted her elbow up, letting out another wild laugh. “I’m gonna love tearing that off of you!” the pastel psycho shrieked, before thrusting her arm down and aiming to crack Sheila right in the temple with a 12-6 elbow strike!

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila was a powderkeg, finally exploding. A week of bottling up her rage, of keeping herself under control, of resisting the urge to take out all of her frustration on the nearest non-Kenzie person she could see, and it all came bubbling out at once in a glorious explosion of violence. She’d been dreaming about getting this woman in a hardcore match. Real, literal dreams, where the two of them fought until they were bloody and raw and covered in their fluids, and now those dreams were about to come into violent fruition.

Blow after blow came down, each one punctuated with a war cry from their deliverer, as Sheila hammered away on her foe with endless vigor and ruthless abandon. Her curses were intelligible at first, but they lost coherence with every solid strike, until they were nothing but a garbled mess, drowning out whatever nonsense Kenzie was saying. She didn’t want this bitch to talk, didn’t want to hear whatever silly shit was coming out of her mouth. All she wanted her to do was fight, and if she couldn't’ do that, she’d just make a great punching bag. Either way, she’d be satisfied.

Sheila raised her fists high, balled them tight, and prepared to bring them crashing down, hoping to crush Kenzie’s guard in a single shot. ”Fucking-”

She wasn’t even sure what was going to come out of her mouth next at his point, and the world at large would never know any better, as Kenzie picked that exact moment to make her counterattack, grabbing her hair and pulling her off to the side, The manic pixie mounted her and took her turn now, bashing away on the Aussie Destroyer like a woman possessed. No technique, no reason, just reckless offense. Sheila did her best to try and fend the assault off, but far more were getting through than she could deal with, and she even tasted iron on her tongue. A bloody lip. Kenzie had scored first blood.

Despite all that, she kept her wits, stayed focused, and that wound up saving her when Kenzie went for the killshot, bringing a deadly elbow down toward her skull. She jerked her head to the side at the last second, narrowly avoiding the blow, then reached up, pressed her fingers to Kenzie’s face, and dragged her nails across it for a rake, targeting those eyes. It wouldn’t stop Kenzie for long, if it worked at all, but that was fine. All she wanted to do at the moment was create an opening to push her away and scramble to her feet.

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The crazed brawler reveled in the carnage, her wild-eyed grin widening as she landed blow after reckless blow upon Sheila. There was nothing she loved more than the feeling of her knuckles crashing into flesh, the smell of blood mingling with sweat, and the audible proof of pain escaping her opponent's lips.

The delicious sight of Sheila's blood brought Kenzie's manic laughter to a fever pitch. She could see the rage in Sheila's eyes, the feral drive to fight tooth and nail, and it made Kenzie's own hunger swell even more. She wanted to tear this woman apart—rip away her composure until all that was left was primal, brutal savagery. She wanted to see Sheila lose herself in the chaos, just like Kenzie had.

But before she could deliver the skull-shattering elbow, Sheila's fingers found her face. Nails bit into Kenzie's skin, raking viciously across her eyes, blinding her in a flash of white-hot agony. "Agh—!" Kenzie let out a shrill cry, her body jerking back instinctively, her vision reduced to a blurry haze. She could feel Sheila shifting beneath her, creating space, forcing her away. "Where ya goin', bitch!?" Kenzie roared, her voice cracking with desperation and mania as her hands clawed through empty air, grasping for anything but finding nothing.

Kenzie snarled, shaking her head violently as she pushed herself to her knees before forcing herself up to her feet. She swayed, her head pounding, her vision swimming. Her eyes blinked rapidly to clear the blurriness. Slowly, shapes began to sharpen, and through the haze, Sheila’s form came back into focus.

And that was all Kenzie needed.

With a deranged grin plastered across her face, Kenzie lunged forward. She aimed low, seeking to close the distance, to grab at Sheila’s waist and slam into her with a spear of her own. She didn't care if Sheila expected it—didn't care if she was walking right into another attack. All Kenzie wanted was contact, to lock up, to feel the struggle of flesh against flesh. She let out a shrill laugh, her bloodshot eyes blazing, her voice dripping with glee as she charged.

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila was finally starting to understand it.

It had been bugging her since their first match, one niggling little question: Why did she want to fight Kenzie so much. She’d thrown down with all kinds of crazy bitches since she’d come to LAW, and while it had gotten personal and nasty plenty of times, she couldn't recall being so driven with any of them. She didn’t just want to fight this woman again, she needed it, on a spiritual level. It wasn’t that she cared about evening the score and it wasn’t that she thought the pasty punkette would be a good fuck - though both those things were true. No, it had to be something deeper.

But as the two rolled around and their first hardcore match was underway, it began to dawn on her, something she should’ve pieced together when the first met and damn near knocked each other out at the same time. Kenzie was about as close to fighting her clone as she would ever get. She didn’t want just to outfight this woman, she wanted to outcrazy her, and she was already on a good path to do that.

After that wild start, she was able to break away and get to her feet, doing her best to recover after taking that barrage to the face. She didn’t have the energy to come back at Kenzie right away, her vision still blurry from the assault, but she could see clear enough to realize that her rake would only get her so far - her opponent was already recovering, and then grin on her face was all the tell Sheila could ask for. She was coming.

Kenzie came straight for her, moving at full sprint, dropping down, and pouncing like a lioness on her prey. Sheila didn’t have time to move left or right, but up? Up was an option. She leaped into the air just in time, letting Kenzie pass by underneath, missing her by inches. She couldn't say for sure, but given how close she was to the ropes? The bitch was in for a nasty tumble.

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What Kenzie planned to do once she got her hands on Sheila was anyone's guess. Thrash her into the mat and pummel her some more? Possibly. Tear off her already scanty attire and get right to work? Likely. But unfortunately for her, that moment would never arrive. Instead of colliding with the hardened mass that was Sheila Morgan, Kenzie found herself sailing past empty air, the only part of her opponent now visible being the two legs splayed wide open above her.

With her momentum too far committed, there was no stopping the impending disaster. The world tilted as Kenzie soared through the ropes and tumbled to the outside, her boot getting caught on the bottom rung, only adding to the harshness of her fall. Yet somehow, her smile never faltered as her body crashed into the edge of the apron first, followed closely by the unforgiving floor meeting the back of her head.

She hit hard, the impact jarring her bones and forcing a gasp from her lips as pain shot through her body. Finally, her wild laughter morphed into a pained grunt as she struggled to recover. With a groan, she rolled herself to her knees, fighting through the haze, and caught a glimpse of the ring with the blonde still in it. Kenzie gave her a wink, her breath too ragged to tell the bitch just how much she hated her but the grin on her face managed to convey the message clearly enough.

Kenzie's newfound environment suddenly gave her a slew of ideas. She crawled toward the edge of the ring, her vision slowly sharpening. She reached beneath the apron, feeling around for anything that could serve as a weapon. Her fingers brushed against cold metal. She pulled the chair out with a yank, letting it clang behind her. But she wasn’t done yet. Kenzie continued her search, unfazed by the threat that lurked just above her in the ring.

“C'mon down, babe! I’ve got something for ya!” she squealed, giddy with excitement, her heart racing as she felt for more toys to bash her opponent over the head with once they were on even ground.

[BlackAkuma]

The only drawback to this little counter was that Sheila didn’t have the chance to see the look on Kenzie’s face as she went ass-over-teakettle. She had to settle for imagining it, picturing her as she tumbled out of the ring and landed on her face. Surprise? Definitely, that was on there. Some confusion. Whatever it was, she doubted it was the same ever-present manic grim that the punk pixie seemed to wear permanently.

…eh, who was she kidding, the bitch was probably smiling all the way down. Probably enjoyed it. Nutcase.

She’d have to catch the replay, whatever it was, because she wasn’t in much of a position to go over and see for herself. She hit the mat after her dodge and rolled over to her stomach, eyes blinking wildly, still reeling from Kenzie’s opening assault. Neither of them were super-strong, but after trading blows with her, Sheila would have to give her opponent a slight edge - maybe it was training, maybe it was talent, maybe it was just her being so crazy that she didn’t hold a single thing back, but she was a tough nut to crack in a fistfight. She didn’t normally have this much of a problem getting her stuff together after taking a few hits, especially this early into a match. Not a good sign.

For now, she just did her best to shake it off and lock in on her opponent. The sound of clanging metal drew her attention, and sure enough, she found her foe digging under the ring, already looking to make good use of the hardcore rules. Not a complaint, she was on the same wavelength, but it made her wary of simply sliding out of the ring and finding herself on the receiving end of a heavy metal ambush. She needed a dynamic entry.

Sheila punched the mat to psyche herself up, the pushed to her feet and made her way to Kenzie’s side of the ring, taking note of her foe’s position on the floor, still digging under the apron. With her target locked, she gripped the ropes, pulled herself back, then leaped forward and threw her body out of the ring, twisting in mid-air as she flew to land on Kenzie feet-first, trying to nail her with a double-stomp from on high.

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Kenzie’s fingers grazed the cool, enticing surfaces of a few weapons under the ring—the steel chair she'd already pulled out lay beside her, but her hungry hands searched for something... more. Her fingers wrapped around the handle of a kendo stick, and just as she was about to pull it free, a subtle sound—a shift of weight on the mat above her—pricked her senses.

The punkette barely had a moment to look up before a shadow loomed over her, her bloodshot eyes narrowing as she spotted Sheila’s form launching over the ropes with a deadly aim. Before she could even brace herself, Sheila’s feet crashed down, striking her with brutal precision, driving her hard against the unforgiving floor. The force of the impact shot through her, knocking the air from her lungs and forcing a ragged gasp from her lips.

Kenzie’s body was crushed into the ground beneath Sheila’s ruthless stomp, a shockwave of pain radiating from her back all the way to her fingertips. Half her body was still wedged under the apron, limbs sprawled in an almost lifeless sprawl as her vision blurred and her mind swam from the vicious impact. But even as she lay there, her hand was clenched tightly around the handle of the kendo stick, knuckles white against the wood, refusing to let go.

With a rough gasp, Kenzie’s eyes blinked open, still glassy with the daze of the blow, but a flicker of wildness gleamed through. In one quick, reckless motion, she dragged herself out from under the apron, her legs scraping against the floor as she lunged forward, arm whipping the kendo stick wildly in Sheila’s direction. Her swings were messy and erratic, wide arcs fueled more by sheer adrenaline and madness than any semblance of control.

"Thought you had me, huh?!" she hissed, voice wavering as she crawled forward on one knee, swiping at Sheila's multiple forms still coming into focus. Each swing was accompanied by a ragged, manic laugh, her entire frame shuddering with the strain, but her spirit never waning. "C'mere, I'ma bash your fuckin' brain in!"

[BlackAkuma]

While this move was destined to be devastating, Sheila hadn't thought it through all that much, if she was being honest. Granted, she could say the same thing about 90% of the things she did, but this in particular was ass-pull. All she knew was that Kenzie was on the floor, that she wanted to get down to her in the quickest way possible, and that she wanted to hurt her in the process. So she just went with a move that ticked all those boxes.

And it worked. Happy day.

It wasn’t the happiest landing for her, of course. The human body didn’t make a good landing pad, so she wound up smacking hard on the mats outside of the ring, precious little cursing that left her back searing. Groaning, she winced and pushed her way up, grabbing the apron for support as she rose. Her hips had taken far more of than that she wanted with that impact, she would be feeling that for weeks.

But when she looked over and saw Kenzie, wiped out? Worth it. So worth it. ”You like that?”

Wincing, groaning, she pushed her way up and started to contemplate her next move, when Kenzie’s movement drew her attention. An eyebrow high as the woman scrambled about on the floor and crawled her way, swinging a kendo stick left and right, looking for all the world like a zombie with its legs cut off. Bitch just did not know when to stay down, did she? ”You fucking kidding me with this shit?”

Kenzie was, of course, not kidding her with that shit, coming at her like a woman possessed. Kind of funny, really, but it was something Sheila had to do something about. She took a couple step back as her foe advanced, then looked off to the side as an idea popped into her head. Yeah, that’d do.

Sheila stepped to the side, picked up the upper half of the steel steps, and threw them at Kenzie’s downed body, targeting her upper half, looking to squash her like a bug. ”Stay the fuck down!”