Chasing the Latest Kraze: Tori Taylor vs Kenzie Kraze (D)

[Misfit_Alien]

Tori Taylor, the 'Highflying Hotshot' vs Kenzie Kraze
Match Type: "Standard."
Win by scoring a pinfall of three seconds on the opponent, forcing a wrestler to submit, or knocking the wrestler out. Additionally, if a wrestler remains outside the ring for too long, they will be disqualified after a ten count. Furthermore, if a wrestler performs an illegal move and is caught in the act by the in-ring official, they will be disqualified.
Standard rules - DQs, Count-outs, and the submission or pinfall MUST happen within the confines of the ring.


Following a humiliating defeat at the hands of LAW's newest Lightweight Champion, Annie Clark, Tori Taylor had run off toward her family's vacation home to rest her poor, battered body after being beaten down and powerbombed more times than she could count. The fact that one girl could be so freakishly strong and terrifyingly powerful now gave the bratty Californian quite the chilling shiver down her spine. However, over these past few weeks, that didn't matter!!! Tori would get back at Annie eventually, but for now, she would soak up the sweet summer sun and relax her mind, not thinking about any of those dweebs in the locker room. She recuperated and recovered, allowing herself to relax as she tanned by the coast, ran up numerous credit cards on alcohol and food, went on a shopping spree tear at the local malls, and went out to all kinds of raves and parties, living it up like a champion as if she stripped Annie of the belt herself rather than being made a fool of in just a couple of minutes by the Missouri farm girl.

When it was finally time for Tori to return to LAW, she decided she would do so in the form of a match, believing she'd get herself booked against whatever bottom-of-the-barrel talent they had to offer to make a dominant comeback to kickstart a PROPER career in LAW's Lightweight division. The arrogance of Tori knew no bounds, but she was far too self-absorbed to see that her lack of training and preparation would no doubt be her downfall. Her short-sighted nature would spell yet another miserable night for her, as she wasn't going up against some run-of-the-mill jobber of the week...she was going up against someone, no-...SOMETHING much more terrible than that. Something she'd come to know far too well the night of her return as her theme hit...

Spoiler

"...Entering first, hailing from Malibu, California...standing at 5'0 and weighing in at 102 lbs, the HIGHFLYING HOTSHOT...TORI...TAYLOR!!!"

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Tori walked out through the curtains backstage, standing at the top of the entryway with her hands and arms spread out in a sexy pose to show off her slim yet beautiful-looking figure. The blue-blooded 'Highflying Hotshot' had a smug look on her face, feeling quite enamored with herself as she took a myriad of selfies while strutting down to the ring, openly proclaiming that she was about to kick ass on her little 'comeback tour'...She walks up to the ring and climbs up the side of the apron, slingshotting herself through the gap between the middle and top ropes before tucking down into a roll and springing back up in another stylish pose, demanding the audience cheer her on. She brushed her hair back with a smirk and walked toward her corner, waiting for the arrival of the poor sap she was about to crush and dominate.

[DropKix]

Backstage in the gorilla position, chaos brewed. Kenzie Kraze had cornered a trembling stagehand, a young girl barely twenty, her eyes wide with fear as the crazed wrestling leaned in mere inches from her face. "You think you’re real funny, huh?" Kenzie growled, her voice laced with high-pitched rage. She brandished a prop - a rubber chicken swiped from the cowering assistant moments earlier - and waggled it menacingly. "This is the best y'all got for weapons around here!?"

The stagehand gulped, shaking her head. Kenzie’s laughter pierced the air, a high-pitched cackle that echoed off the walls. With a sudden motion, she thrust the chicken toward the wall just barely missing the girl's head, eliciting a startled squawk from both the stagehand and the toy - comical in a different setting. "Yeah yeah I know, this ain't that type of match. But here's a pro tip for ya: Never tell me the rules. Now, scram before I decide to shove this so far up your ass you'll be layin' eggs!" The stagehand bolted, nearly tripping over her own feet in haste to escape. Kenzie straightened up, brushing off her hands with a satisfied grin as she scanned the gorilla position for her next source of amusement. But as an brand new tune blared through the arena, signaling her debut, Kenzie’s focus shifted.

Entrance Theme - Pastel Pain

"...And her opponent, hailing from Brooklyn, New York...standing at 5'3 and weighing in at 117 lbs, KENZIE...KRAAAAZE!!!"

Kenzie Kraze

Kenzie burst through the curtain, cartwheeling onto the stage with a manic flourish. Her athletic and vibrant body gleamed under neon lights, her laughter merging with the music in a haunting melody. Approaching the ring with ditzy derangement, she blew playful kisses to the bewildered crowd before vaulting over the ropes in an acrobatic leap. Landing with a flourish, she struck a dramatic pose, arms wide, with two middle fingers displayed proud for all the world to see.

“Helloooo, darlings!” she called out, her voice a gleeful sing-song.

Kenzie’s eyes locked onto Tori Taylor, who stood in her corner. The California girl exuded a cocky sneer that Kenzie recognized instantly—a brat through and through. The realization widened Kenzie’s manic grin. “And hello sweetie!” she chirped, her voice dripping with eerie affection. “Didn’t expect such a looker tonight,” she said, glaring at the girl from head to toe with hungry eyes. “Don’t worry, toots. I’ll try not to mess up that pretty face too bad. Care to shake on it?” Kenzie extended her hand with a mischievous grin, her gaze unwaveringly intense.

[Misfit_Alien]

"Hm, what do we have here~?" Tori chimed softly as Kenzie made her entrance. This gothic-pop-looking gal made her presence known as she entered the scene with quite an acrobatic display. Another lightweight highflyer perhaps? Oh, what joy-...Now Tori could make her return by establishing herself as a truly dominant highflyer in front of everyone. She played into that creepy little aesthetic of hers by somehow timing her maniacal laugh along with the beat of her intensive, head-splitting theme before leaping into the ring with a great display of athleticism before hitting a garish pose, flipping the crowd off with both hands...and by extension, Tori as well, gaining the ire of the Hotshot as she bit her lip and seethed in silence.

"Hmph-...talk about a classy introduction...Well, I wasn't expecting to wrestle an ex-Hot Topic employee tonight...but at least I got one of the cute ones-..." Tori said, cracking a sly grin as she looked Kenzie up and down, admiring what she saw. Gothic style with a mix of punk? Interesting. Dark hair with some soft, pastel highlights? ...Neat, very very...neat...Eyes that stared into her soul. Okay-...Soft, almost pale skin that gleamed with a nice, white glow beneath the stadium lighting...Alright~...and a lithe, tight body that curved in ALL the right places. Oh yeah, Tori liked what she saw. One solid look over Kenzie was enough to confirm that. Tori could tell this girl was a bit of an 'energetic' kind of freak. However, she was a bit oblivious to just how creepy and cruel this woman could be, merely thinking of her as a goth girl turned grappler, no more of a threat than a department store worker with an...admittedly...sexy fashion sense.

Look, Tori had EXQUISITE TASTES alright, she could recognize when something...or someone...caught her eye.

"Oh please, don't get too far ahead of yourself, babe~..." She shot back, her smirk widening ever so slightly as she took Kenzie's hand and pulled her in nice and close, pressing her body up against her opponent's, their busts touching as the pair of short lightweights came face-to-face, almost nose-to-nose even, with Tori breaking the brief silence with a clap back of her own. "...By the end of tonight, all you'll be dreaming about is this pretty face~..." She said, coming off as bold, confident, and dominant...unaware and oblivious to what she had just wandered into, a true fool if there ever was one. Unsuspecting and ignorant to the looming, five-foot-three danger that stood before her.

[DropKix]

Kenzie’s lips twisted into a wicked smile as Tori pulled their bodies even closer together, the sudden contact immediately sending the voices in her chaotic mind clamoring for lust! Chest to chest, face to face, little was in the way of stopping the horny hellion from tearing off Tori's skimpy attire and going to town right now. But she reined them in, her sinister intentions coming to the forefront instead. Her fingers danced lightly over Tori’s hand, a caress that was almost tender if not for the predatory glint in her eyes. "That's funny, 'cause you're gonna be having nightmares about mine!"

Before Tori could react, Kenzie’s grip on her hand tightened like a vice. With a vicious jerk, she slammed her forehead into her opponent's, the headbutt landing with a bone-rattling impact!

The referee was quick to intervene, rushing between them with a look of stern disapproval. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing? The match hasn’t even started!” she barked, pointing a warning finger at Kenzie.

Kenzie just laughed, a high, manic cackle that echoed through the arena, and put on a mock look of innocence. "Oh, come on, ref! I was just giving her a little taaaste!" Kenzie hissed, her voice dripping with sarcasm and mischief. She threw her hands up in a half-hearted gesture of compliance, taking a few exaggerated steps back with a playful smirk. "Fine, fine, I’ll behave... for now." She crossed her fingers behind her back, flashing a devilish grin as the crowd booed around her. Practically salivating in anticipation, she bounced on her heels as she waited for the referee to tend to Tori and start the match for real.

[Misfit_Alien]

Tori stared into Kenzie's eyes, seeing her lips twist and contort into that fiendish smile of hers. She felt the woman's fingers dance and glide across her hand. It was oddly bewitching...and...erotic? It felt strange, it felt off...yet oddly enough, Tori wasn't ENTIRELY against it. However, all of this was a little worrying for the Malibu brunette, who began to think that she should pull away now before things got a little hectic. Unfortunately for Tori, she assumed the worst of her opponent far too late. She tried to tug her hand back instinctively, but Kenzie tight grip You should never judge a book by its cover...unless that book is a professional wrestler, in which case, the cover should tell you quite a lot about the story's 'contents'. Sadly, Tori misread her foe as a measly little goth-girl wannabe, not expecting Kenzie to deliver such a killer line that caught the Malibu brat off-guard before she ate a BRUTAL Headbutt right to the face. "UGGHK-!!!"

In a FLASH of black and white, the Malibu-born brat would be sent to the canvas, floored after taking a serious, almost concussive blow without much warning. She should've seen the signs sooner, but now she was left to pick up the pieces...god forbid the Californian cutie lost any teeth cause of this. After the sound of a sudden -THUNK- echoed and reverberated in the skull of the brunette, Tori gasped and opened her eyes, coming to shortly after, the bright lights above making it hard to see as she clutched her now-aching head. She felt a splitting pain coursing through her skull as she tried nursing her noggin, the referee's words all muddled and muffled as her ears continued to ring. What the FUCK just happened. What hit her?! Who-...

That moment of realization made Tori's blood BOIL as she stood up quickly, suffering a brief head rush as she stumbled about. "Ohhh-...Oh, no...No, no, no...You-...YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!! I'm gonna rip you apart!!!" She screamed, yelling at the three...No-...Wait. The FOUR blurry and vibrating visions of Kenzie she was seeing. She rubbed her eyes and tried to swing at the woman, but the referee held her back and prevented her from doing so. Eventually, she shoved the referee away, barking at them saying she was fine and telling them to ring the damn bell already. She wanted to get her hands on Kenzie NOW...preferably somewhere around her throat-...


DING DING DING!!!

[DropKix]

Rather than lash out as Tori's threats and tirade, Kenzie Kraze clapped her hands and bounced on her heels, each movement punctuated by her manic laughter. “Oh goodie goodie goodie! I expect nothing less now, ya heard?” she taunted, her voice a mockingly sweet melody. She watched Tori’s wild swings slice through the empty air, a satisfied smirk curling her lips. The headbutt had done its job, leaving the Malibu brat both disoriented and seething.

Kenzie crouched down, her eyes glinting with a predatory gleam as she swayed from side to side, savoring the moment. She licked her lips as if she were about to devour a delectable meal. “C’mon, atta girl. You can do it. Let her at me, ref... LET HER AT ME!” she coaxed, her voice dripping with gleeful malice

As if on cue, the bell rang, and the referee, with a reluctant nod, released Tori, officially starting the match. A wave of euphoria surged through Kenzie, her entire being vibrating with pent-up energy and anticipation.

This was her playground.

As Tori closed the distance, fists swinging wildly, Kenzie remained perfectly still, her eyes locked onto the furious Californian with intensity. Her gaze never wavered, not even for a second. Just as Tori was within striking distance, Kenzie sprang into action, her tongue lolling out of her mouth like a feral beast. Instead of meeting Tori head-on, she aimed low, her leg shooting out in a sweeping side arc towards Tori’s knee, an attempt to trip her up and send her crashing face-first to the mat!

[Misfit_Alien]

Kenzie's words wouldn't fall on deaf ears as Tori continued to yell at the referee in tandem with the dark-haired maniac. She wanted to be let loose then and there...screw a bell, screw these rules. If that black-hearted HARPY wanted a fight, Tori would show her absolute hell. Starting off, she'd tear those dingy highlights out of her hair and use her boot to wipe that shitty makeup off Kenzie's face. Ooo, she could see it now, the vision of Kenzie begging for mercy, tapping out, or even getting pinned in the most humiliating way possible while the Malibu-born brunette made the referee count as SLOOOOWLY as possible to draw out and savor her victory. Oh, this comeback match was going to be one for the ages. It'll be a NIGHTMARE for KENZIE, not Tori...and the bratty brunette would show that. In fact, Tori would tear this chick to shreds if it was the LAST THING she did. The moment the bell rang, she lunged for Kenzie's throat, aiming to tackle and swing away at the psychopathic goth. Her swings were wild and uncoordinated, not the best opening strategy for someone so adverse to striking...maybe she should've paid more attention when her teacher taught her in the beginning...

All this flailing around without rhyme or reason would be a visual treat for Kenzie to savor as all intimidation went out the window once she tripped Tori over with a mean kick at the knee. The brunette brat tripped over herself and fell face-first onto the canvas, letting out a stiff grunt upon impact before performing the world's floppiest front flip on the floor as the momentum carried her forward. After a few more tumbles, she landed on her back, wincing and clutching her knee. What the HELL was that? Were this chick's boots steel-toe or something? That really freakin' HURT. She let out an annoyed growl, trying to stand back up before Kenzie could come after her.

[DropKix]

Kenzie didn’t need to look back; the sound of Tori crashing and tumbling along the mat was all the confirmation she needed. It sent her into a fit of giggles, her shoulders shaking with manic glee. Dragging the edges of her lips down with her fingers, she made a mock frown, mouthing an exaggerated, insincere "Sorry!" to the crowd. But rather than pounce on her downed opponent, Kenzie sauntered to the edge of the ring, leaning over the ropes and stared directly into the camera, one foot perched on the bottom rope.

"Premium cowhide, for all your bitch-kicking needs!" Kenzie announced in her best T.V salesperson impersonation, pointing down at the boot that had just sent Tori reeling. The crowd’s reaction was a mix of jeers and boos, amplifying Kenzie’s twisted delight. She threw her head back in laughter, the sound echoing through the arena before she swiveled back to face her opponent, a wicked grin plastered on her face.

"Don’t worry, babe, there’s more where that came from!" she yelled across the ring.

With a casual ease, Kenzie leaned her back against the ropes, using them to launch herself forward with increased momentum. In a dazzling display of agility, she pounced into the air, her body twisting into a chaotic dance of cartwheels and handstands, each leap bringing her closer to her target. The audience watched in a mix of awe and anticipation as Kenzie’s unpredictable acrobatics unfolded before their eyes.

But this wasn’t merely for show. As she closed the distance, Kenzie transformed her final front flip into a flying axe kick, her body arcing through the air with uncharacteristic grace. Her heel aimed to come crashing down onto the back of Tori’s neck, the force of the blow intended to send a shockwave of paralyzing pain through her opponent’s spine.

[Misfit_Alien]

Tori let out a mean wince, slowly getting to her knees after that awful spill. Meanwhile, Kenzie was living it up, practically on cloud nine as she couldn't contain herself or her 'spirited' reactions. She walked around like she owned the place, making jokes at the Hotshot's expense and providing 'insightful' commentary, jaw-jacking the Malibu-born high-flyer. All of this only served to make Tori angrier. "Gh-...So lemme guess, you got that fake-ass leather from Hot Topic too?" She spat, moving up to try and stabilize herself, maybe get a running start from this crouched position...but while she was distracted with thinking of ways to combat the pastel-goth, Kenzie was already on her way over at breakneck speed. By the time Tori saw the woman's shadow closing in out the corner of her eye, all she could say was-

"Oh, shi-..."

Incoming~

The heel of Kenzie's boot came CRASHING down onto the back of Tori's neck, delivering a hellacious amount of impact to the brunette's spine as she let out an equally agonizing scream of pain. "-!!!! AUGH !!!!-" Her body seized up in pain before she fell flat on her face again, laying against the mat and clutching at the back of her neck. She kicked and screamed, rolling around as she tried to breathe and keep herself centered, but FUUUUUUCK did that HURT. Tori already had tears welling up in her eyes as the unbearable pain surged up and down her neck. "GRAHHHH-!!!...YOU FUCKIN'...BITCH...I'M GONNA-...GRRR-!!!!" Tori could barely string together the words, the pain screwing with her in more ways than one as her spirits were slowly being crushed.

[DropKix]

If anyone needed evidence of the pain Kenzie was capable of bringing to the ring, they need look no further than at her feet, where a pathetic excuse of a wrestler in Tori Taylor lay groaning and whimpering. The sight alone was enough to send cold chills up Kenzie's spine and warm tingles deep within her womanhood.

Kenzie slowly began crouching down into a squat by Tori's head, her mouth ajar and her eyes, soulless, empty orbs. With a quick swipe, she snatched the Malibu girl's luscious brown hair, the silk smooth texture of product-enriched stands now strained tight against the coarse grip of the malevolent goth's fingertips.

"Gonna what, huh? GONNA WHAT!? Gonna... Oh!" Kenzie gasped suddenly as if alarmed, only to use her her grip to pull Tori's head even further back until she was peering directly over. "...Gonna cry?" Kenzie said softly, her lips a soft pout that failed to show even the slightest hint of concern over Tori's watery eyes. Kenzie's slender finger stroked the tender cheeks of her opponent, before slowly crawling its way up to the girl's eyes and swiping fresh droplets directly from her tear ducts. Kraze then leaned her head back and dangled her finger over her wide-open mouth, allowing gravity to force Tori's rich teardrops to fall gracefully onto her tongue.

"Ahhh - de-lic-ious! More, I want MORE!" Kenzie said with a hungry growl

"Hey! Enough with the hair!"

Kenzie eyes shot back at the referee. "Do you fucking MIND!? We're having a moment!" Kenzie screamed back, before suddenly THRASHING Tori's face back into the mat. But if Tori thought Kenzie planned on letting her have even one second of respite, she was sadly mistaken. Instead, the crazed goth situated herself overtop of her downed opponent, plopping her ass directly onto the small of Tori's back. Her fingers crawled along the side of the brat's bare midriff, simultaneously clawing and caressing the girl as they made their way up the side of her body and up her neck. Kenzie's fingers met at the base of Tori's chin, where they would interlock together in a mesh of black and pink nail polish.

"Go on bitch, CRY SOME MORE!" Kenzie roared, pulling back on Tori's chin and spine to lock the girl in a cruel and agonizing camel clutch!