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

[Misfit_Alien]

Getting clobbered in the jaw with a bone-rattling elbow would make nearly anyone squeamish, even if they weren't on the receiving end...but for a lightweight like Tori, one who hadn't even had time to mentally brace herself for impact, let alone physically, she was DEVASTATED by the impact it left her spiraling as her body fell to the mat like dead weight. It wouldn't take long for Kenzie to indulge in that wicked nature of hers, seeing her prey all wounded. It must've brought so much joy and satisfaction to her heart to see her work splayed out beneath her, but she was far from finished with her little toy.

As Kenzie trampled all over Tori's body, the Malibu-born brunette would squirm and shout in pain, feeling those heavy, rugged boots digging into her skin, leaving imprints all over with each and every step as Kenzie forcibly pressed down beneath her, looking to squash Tori's most sensitive areas beneath her heel as her cruelty-made-manifest personality was in full swing. She was like a kid in a candy store with no supervision and all the time in the world...unlimited control over the bratty weakling laid out on the canvas, crying out in pain as she endured more torment from the wicked pastel goth grappler.

Tori was getting torn apart moment after moment, each second seeming like unending torture until it all faded away for a moment. Her vision was blurred and teary, she could hardly make out what was happening. One moment, she saw the hazy silhouette of Kenzie's figure stomping and walking all over her, still able to make out that wickedly eager smile of hers that sent chills up and down her spine. The next thing she knew, Kenzie was gone...and yet-...Tori's fear remained. She tried to move, to recover, to get FREE, but she was so worn down that what came next was nothing short of overkill as Tori would suddenly feel the impact of what felt like two bowling balls slamming right down onto her slim midsection, torturing her already abused abdomen as she was sent into an uncontrollable fit of coughing, writhing all around after having Kenzie drop all of her weight down on top of her with an agonizing Double Foot Stomp.

The crowd all recoiled in horror and shock as Tori wailed out, clutching at her stomach, trying so hard just to draw a single breath of air as she began to sputter and gasp desperately, shaking around like a worm underneath Kenzie, feeding into her demented desires as she inadvertently gave her the exact reaction she was looking for.

[DropKix]

The satisfying squish of flesh beneath her boots and the sharp scream that followed told Kenzie all she needed to know—her attack had worked wonders on the poor girl’s belly. With an eerie grace, the devilish gymnast rolled back onto her feet, standing triumphantly over the writhing brunette. Her chest heaved with exhilaration, arms spread wide as if soaking in an unseen spotlight. A wicked grin stretched across her face, almost cartoonishly wide, as she drank in the sight of Tori clutching her battered midsection, gasping desperately for air.

“Ohhhh, you’re just too cute like this!” she crooned, crouching down ever so slightly, her pastel hair falling in loose strands around her face as she tilted her head. Her piercing gaze burned with an almost feral intensity as it bore into Tori’s trembling form. “Squirm for me, babe. C’mon, don’t stop now—you’re just getting warmed up!”

Kenzie dropped down low, balancing on the balls of her feet as she leaned in close enough to feel the warmth radiating from Tori’s battered frame. Her voice softened, dipping into a sugary-sweet tone laced with venom. “Tell me, Malibu Barbie…how’s it feel to know there’s nothing you can do to stop me? Hmm?” She reached out, her fingertips roughly combing through Tori’s hair, a mockingly tender gesture that only served to patronize the poor brat even further.

Suddenly, Kenzie stood, dragging Tori’s limp form up by her hair as her sadistic laughter echoed in the arena. She moved with theatrical flair, each step toward the corner deliberate, as if she were parading her trophy for all to see. Climbing the first two rungs of the ropes, she pressed Tori’s fragile frame against the turnbuckles, sandwiching her opponent between her own body and the unforgiving steel. The closeness of it was intimate in the most twisted sense, her tongue darting across her lips as her gaze raked over Tori like a predator savoring its next meal. Her manic grin widened, a glint of something unspoken—lust? malice?—sparkling in her eyes. Whatever it was, it promised torment.

“Go on,” she taunted, gripping Tori’s hair tighter and jerking her head back to expose her tear-streaked face to the crowd. Kenzie’s voice rose above the jeers, a gleeful sing-song mockery. “Cheer for your little doll! Maybe if you scream loud enough, she’ll find the strength to save herself! Or maybe…” Her tone dropped suddenly, sharp and cutting, as she pressed her lips against Tori’s ear, her breath hot and taunting. “…maybe she’ll just shatter right here, right now. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

Her laughter spilled out again, unhinged and wild, as she punctuated her taunt by wrenching Tori’s head to the side, the frantic warnings of the referee going entirely ignored.

[Misfit_Alien]

Tori could barely feel her body...it felt numb all over. The last couple of things she heard was Kenzie describing her like a doll...calling her 'Malibu Barbie'...pressing her form against the brunette's...making Tori shiver with pleasure while also quivering with fear. Uncontrollable urges began to overtake them both as Kenzie force-fed the Malibu-born lass a diet of fear, arousal, and pain, tugging her mind in so many directions until she shattered...Shattered...Kenzie spoke about how the woman might just shatter. Here and now. Like a porcelain doll, broken into pieces...it made Tori think for a moment.

A brief moment of clarity amid her downward spiral. This had to be the worst night of her life. Right as she was trying to make a triumphant return, Tori was made out to be a nobody worth protecting or rooting for, tortured and manipulated in so many ways in the span of just a little under ten minutes thus far. And now...it seemed like Kenzie was looking to break her 'toy', seemingly having grown bored of playing with Tori at this point. But Tori wasn't finished-...something within her began to well up, more and more until she felt like she was going to BURST.

She couldn't just LET this happen...but she felt so weak. She had to do something. ANYTHING. She tried her damndest to push Kenzie away, struggling against her as she tried to force the fellow lightweight off her. As good as it felt to feel Kenzie's body against her own, Tori's fear of the woman drove her to want to get away, activating a fight or flight reaction as she shoved the woman back as hard as she could, adrenaline beginning to course through her veins as she began to fight back on autopilot, scrambling to do whatever she needed to free herself from the woman's assault, culminating in the brunette taking a desperate gamble in the form of SLUGGING Kenzie right in the face with a Forearm Strike. Feeling her arm make contact against the goth's jaw...it felt...GOOD...it awoke something within the woman as she glared at Kenzie through tear-soaked vision, blurred by anguish and anger as she started to huff and puff, face turning red with frustration as Kenzie's laugh rung throughout her ear.

This woman infected every part of her mind. She made her angry. She turned her on. She made her heart flutter. She made her bones ache. She made her mind scream. And she made her so very afraid...more than Tori had ever felt before. Yet at this moment, all that fear and anger blinded her, pigeonholing her into one route toward her goal of ridding herself of Kenzie's influence: Pure. Violence.

After smashing Kenzie's jaw with her forearm, Tori tightened her fist, grabbing hold of the goth's pastel hair and slamming her knuckle right against Kenzie's cheek. Then another...and ANOTHER...AND AGAIN AND AGAIN, battering and fighting and swinging away with punches and chops and slaps and forearm strikes, fighting like hell as if she were the crazed madwoman in the ring and not Kenzie, all while screaming and shouting incoherently, trying to knock Kenzie back and away until she pushed her into the corner on the opposite side of the ring, looking to return fire and show the woman that she was NOT some toy to be played with and discarded like rubbish.

[DropKix]

Kenzie’s world rocked—not with the satisfaction of her cruelty but with a sudden, shocking crack to her jaw. The pastel-haired sadist staggered back a step off the turnbuckle, her head snapping to the side as her lips parted in stunned silence. Her laughter faltered, just for a moment, as a sharp stinging warmth spread across her cheek. It wasn’t pain that registered first—it was the thrill.

"Ohhh, baaaby…" Kenzie breathed, her voice lilting with equal parts mockery and delight, but she barely finished the thought before another fist collided with her cheek. The impact sent her head whipping in the opposite direction, strands of black and pink hair clinging to her sweat-slicked face. A low, guttural growl escaped her lips as Tori’s fury rained down in a flurry of fists and strikes, each blow carrying more weight than the last. Kenzie stumbled, her arms instinctively coming up to shield her face, but the brunette was relentless, her strikes wild and driven by raw, unfiltered emotion. Somewhere in the chaos, Kenzie felt fingers tangle in her hair, yanking her forward and sending a sharp jolt through her scalp. She hissed through gritted teeth, her grin twisting into something feral as Tori slammed a knuckle into her cheekbone with brutal precision.

Oh, she’s got fight in her after all.

The thought sent a twisted surge of pleasure coursing through Kenzie’s veins, mingling with the dull ache spreading across her face and chest. She could feel the brunette’s breath against her skin, hot and ragged with rage, and the sting of nails grazing her scalp as Tori pulled and pounded with reckless abandon. The crowd roared around them, a cacophony of chaos that mirrored the storm building between the ropes. Kenzie’s boots scraped against the canvas as she was driven backward, the relentless assault forcing her into the opposite corner. Her back hit the turnbuckles hard, a grunt escaping her lips as her body jolted from the impact. Her arms dropped slightly, bracing against the ropes as she struggled to regain her balance. And yet, even as the strikes kept coming, as her vision blurred from the rapid succession of blows, Kenzie couldn’t help but goad her opponent.

"Is that—ha!—all you’ve got?!" she spat, her words slurred but dripping with glee. Her pastel hair clung to her flushed skin, her chest heaving as her laughter echoed through the arena. "C’mon, bitch…hit me harder! Make me feel it!"

Kenzie’s hands gripped the ropes on either side of her, her knuckles white as she used them to steady herself against the onslaught. She didn’t fight back—not yet. No, she wanted to savor this, to let Tori believe she was gaining the upper hand. The fire in those tear-soaked eyes, the raw desperation fueling each strike—it was intoxicating. The punkette's grin widened, her bloodied lips curling with wicked amusement as she leaned her head forward slightly, locking eyes with Tori through the haze of their chaotic exchange. "You’re beautiful when you’re mad, you know that?" she purred in between a spiteful slap, her voice low and dripping with mock seduction. "So much fire…so much rage. I could just eat you up."

[Misfit_Alien]

Tori had battered Kenzie all over, bulldozing the woman with as many violent strikes as she could toss, swinging until her arms felt tired and too heavy to lift until the pale-skinned woman had been backed up against the corner, still standing and still eager for more fighting as Tori's outburst had made things a little more interesting for the goth. Meanwhile, Tori slumped against the woman, exhaustedly gasping for air as she caught her breath, her face laying against Kenzie's chest, arms wrapped around her waist. She hated this...she hated how she was feeling...she hated Kenzie. She hated ALL of it. This was not how she imagined her night going on her big return, and yet-...Part of her wasn't wishing that things had gone differently. That surprised her and she couldn't quite explain why.

As she lay against Kenzie, she heard the woman's voice echo in her head once more. She thought she was hallucinating Kenzie's voice, but the ringing in her ears just made it slightly harder to hear the crazed lightweight who was actually addressing Tori, goading her into fighting more and more, wanting to see just how bright Tori could burn before she fizzled out with a whimper. And just like that, it seemed like enough fuel had been added to the embers to spark up another bitter outburst as Tori sighed, gritting her teeth and clenching her fists as she glared at Kenzie. "...you nightmarish WITCH-..." She yelled, lifting her foot and SLAMMING a Front Kick right into Kenzie's breadbasket, looking to knock the air out of the pastel goth's system before dragging her up the ropes, turning her around so she was facing the outside before slipping out onto the apron and climbing the turnbuckle from the other side. "You...have been nothing but a plague...ruining MY moment...breaking MY spirit...and playing with MY heart...and you think it's funny. YOU THINK IT'S FUNNY!?" She yelled, gripping Kenzie's face in her hands as she looked more confused than frustrated. "...you call me beautiful and you feel me up...I feel your eyes tracing across my body. I know you want me...I know you want me to want you. And I hate that I do-...I hate that I find you attractive. I hate that for the first goddamn time in my life, I've finally found a thrill that SCARES me as much as it excites me. I hate that met you...and I regret not meeting you sooner..." She said, finding herself at a weird crossroads as her heart had been manipulated by Kenzie's words whilst her mind was screaming at her to pull away after suffering all the abuse and pain. Yet for some reason, the brunette couldn't help herself.

Over the course of this painful endeavor, Kenzie's adoration had become like a drug...it felt GOOD to hear her words, however venomous they were. It felt GOOD to have her fingers brush and glide along her body. It wasn't just the words that were hypnotic...it was Kenzie herself...SHE was the drug, and she had sufficiently manipulated Tori into almost becoming reliant on it. Hell, after that long tirade, she practically was-...

In a moment of hesitation, Tori looked Kenzie dead in those crazed eyes of hers, wondering how someone so vile could be so...extraordinary. It sickened her. It intrigued her. It scared her. It amazed her. "You asked if that was all I've got...you asked me to hit you harder. You take pain and punishment and you beg for more before dishing it right back out. You're nothing but a confusing DEVIL of a woman-...So I'm gonna exorcise you here and now..." She said, leaning forward and placing her lips onto Kenzie's, kissing her while positioned at the top of the turnbuckle, locking in the kiss tightly as she cradled Kenzie to keep her from falling before snatching her by the neck and giving the woman a quick hickie, being rough with her as the violent, brash tendencies of the pastel goth had infected the bratty brunette, who...after pouring out her heart for a moment...would see to it that she put Kenzie away. "You're nothing but a bad habit I can't kick-...so if you're gonna hurt me, I'll hurt you right back. And like the sick devil that I know you are-..." She leaned in close, whispering into Kenzie's ear. "...you're gonna enjoy it..." She said, shoving Kenzie over and grabbing her by her legs, trapping her in place and preparing to launch herself and the goth off the top rope, SLAMMING Kenzie's front-first into the canvas with an Avalanche Styles Clash!!!

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[DropKix]

"Oh, you sweet, tragic little toy..." Kenzie purred, her voice dripping with mock affection even as her chest heaved from the onslaught. Every word was like honey laced with venom, soft and sweet but threatening to poison the heart of anyone who dared taste it. The brunette’s hands gripped her face, nails pressing into her pale skin, and Kenzie’s wild eyes danced with a manic fire as she stared back, unblinking, unrelenting. Tori's tirade, her every word dripping with raw emotion, was like a symphony to Kenzie. Each syllable struck a chord deep within her abysmal soul, sending shivers down her spine and igniting that insatiable hunger she lived for—the thrill of breaking someone down only to see them rebuild themselves, cruder, wilder, and teetering on the edge of madness. And now, Tori was right there on the precipice, caught in the spiral of her own conflicting desires.

The front kick had knocked the wind out of her, forcing her to double over, gasping for air like a drowning woman breaking the surface. But even through the searing ache in her midsection, Kenzie laughed—a raspy, breathless giggle that only grew louder, more deranged, as Tori climbed the ropes. "Oh no, no, no! Don't you see? I’m your antidote. Look at you now, so tough, so passionate. Without me, you’d be NOTHING—just another scared little girl in a big, scary ring."

And then, it happened—the kiss. Tori’s lips crashed against hers with a fury that felt like it could set the ring ablaze, a violent clash of teeth and heat and desperation. For a moment, Kenzie froze, her body taut with shock as if electricity had surged through her veins. But that stillness lasted only a heartbeat before she leaned into it, her lips curling into a wicked grin against Tori's mouth. Her painted nails scraped along Tori’s back, leaving faint red trails as she pressed closer, her breath mingling with the brunette's in a haze of chaos and carnality. But the moment of dark intimacy gave way to chaos as Kenzie felt her legs hoisted and her body suspended, gravity threatening to take hold. She dangled precariously, her back arching against the ropes, her pastel pigtails spilling down like a wild, tangled mess. Yet even in the face of imminent impact, Kenzie’s grin never wavered. If anything, it grew wider, her eyes sparkling with glee as she whispered one last taunt, her voice a tantalizing caress.

"Do it, baby... BREAK ME! But what happens after, hmm? When the dust settles, and you realize I’m still here, still smiling, still living rent-free in that angry little head of yours? What then, baby?" Her body tensed, bracing for the plunge, but her expression never betrayed fear—only unhinged excitement.

And then, it came—a cataclysmic crash that rocked Kenzie's entire frame, her body slamming into the canvas with bone-crushing force. The impact sent a shockwave through her spine, rattling every nerve and forcing the air from her lungs in a violent gasp. Her limbs flopped limp for a moment, her head smashing facefirst into the canvas, the result THUD drowning out any scream that followed after. Her vision blurring from the violent jolt as the pain seared through her body like fire. Her chest heaved in desperate, gasping breaths as she lay sprawled across the mat, her mind spinning, but somehow... her grin only deepened. It was a sickening mix of pain and pleasure, and in that chaos, she felt more alive than ever before.

[Misfit_Alien]

Tori had landed with a bit of a rough impact, but nowhere near as bad as Kenzie as the two collided with the canvas, the pastel goth serving as the brunette's crash pad and Tori wound her up with her face near Kenzie's ass and she just blushed. "You wanna know what I'm gonna do when the dust settles...and you're STILL here...still plaguing my mind? I'm gonna play with you and break you some more-." She said nonchalantly, hands gliding across Kenzie's ass, groping and squeezing it as lustful thoughts began to cloud her mind. Kenzie's words reverberated through her mind. Those newly formed scratch marks on her body that Kenzie 'blessed' her with were still aching...yet it felt GOOD. For Tori, there was no greater high than this. Maybe Kenzie was right...maybe without her-...she really would be NOTHING. Maybe...even less than nothing. If Kenzie was the 'antidote', then Tori would take as much as she could.

"I'm sick of being afraid...I'm sick of being seen as weak and lesser than...I want you. I need you-...in my life...cuz without you, I don't think I know who I'd be...just another washed-up, no-good, bratty BITCH with a complex." She said, her fingers running down the length of Kenzie's back as she spoke. "But-...you're different, aren't you? You see me for something more...y-you see me for what I CAN be, r-right?" She asked. There was a hint of desperation and pleading in her tone as she asked Kenzie nervously. She'd lean down and bury her face between Kenzie's cheeks, making sweet love to the woman's backside, planting kisses all along her lower back, hips, and thighs. "Look, I NEED you to help...I want to understand...I want to be what you see in me. I want to be your 'baby'...I want you to have me...to use me...to WANT me just as much as I want you." She said, rolling Kenzie over onto her back, picking her up off her feet. She was ragged, disheveled, tired, and utterly bewitched as she had fallen into Kenzie's palm...seemingly molded like putty by the woman's silvery tongue and master manipulation.

The brunette would drag Kenzie into another kiss, making out with her and sharing warmth, her pelvis pressed against Kenzie's...their breasts touching and rubbing together as Tori explored Kenzie's tongue, staring deep into the abyss that was those crazed eyes. When the kiss was broken, Tori had one thing to say...one request, seemingly growing twisted in thought as her judgment was severely clouded. Was it all the hits she had taken? Or was it Kenzie's influence seeping into her like the poison it was? Perhaps both-...but Tori believed THIS was the only way to earn Kenzie's approval...her respect...her-...love. If she had any...

"If you're gonna smile like a madwoman...and taunt me and provoke me to fight, then-...THEN FIGHT BACK. COME ON!!!!" She yelled, slugging Kenzie in the jaw with a Forearm Strike, then pairing it with a kick to her side, turning things into a full-on brawl until one of them dropped. "Hit me! Harm me! Hurt me! FIGHT ME, DAMN IT!" She continuously shouted, pounding away at Kenzie as she looked to throw caution to the wind in exchange for pure violence, the brunette seemingly having a chip on her shoulder with something to prove.

[DropKix]

The collision left Kenzie sprawled beneath Tori, her body convulsing with a wild mix of pain and ecstasy. A wicked smirk lingered on her lips, even as her ribs throbbed and her breath came in ragged gasps. Tori’s rough, desperate hands roamed her flesh, gripping and groping without restraint. Every touch sent electric shocks rippling through Kenzie, stoking the fire beneath her skin. She arched her back into Tori’s caress, pastel pigtails splayed in a chaotic halo, as though inviting the brunette to dig deeper into her twisted soul.

When Tori’s fingers claimed her ass with possessive abandon, Kenzie let out a breathless giggle, chest heaving as if the moment itself might overwhelm her. The sensation wasn’t invasive—it was consuming, a raw declaration of dominance that widened Kenzie’s smirk. A faint moan escaped her lips as her nails raked the canvas. “Mmm... there it is, baby,” she cooed, her voice dripping with mockery and twisted approval. “Finally learning to take what you want. Goooood girl.”

It wasn’t just the sensuality—it was Tori’s brutal honesty, her naked vulnerability in confessing her fears, that enraptured Kenzie. The scratches and bruises from their earlier exchanges weren’t mere marks—they were promises, physical symbols of the chaotic bond they were forging. As Tori buried her face between Kenzie’s hips, planting desperate kisses along her thighs, Kenzie trembled with unbridled delight. Her breath hitched with every touch, her voice rasping through gasps of air. “Of course you need me,” she purred. “But you don’t need to ask, sweetie... you’re already mine. You just don’t know it yet.”

Tori proved Kenzie’s point by dragging her into another kiss, a storm of teeth and tongues, raw and untamed. Kenzie didn’t just kiss back—she devoured, her lips moving hungrily as if to consume her entirely. The metallic tang of blood mixed with the sweetness of desire, a heady cocktail that made her mind spin. Her hands gripped Tori’s waist, pulling the brunette closer as their bodies pressed together in feverish intensity.

The referee interjected nervously, her voice cracking as she moved closer. "Hey! That’s enough! This isn’t that kind of match!" The warning barely registered, but Kenzie’s ears perked just enough to catch the disapproval.

"Don’t you see, Tori? They’ll NEVER understand us. They hate us—hate YOU. But I don’t. I LOVE you, my dirty little Barbie. MY dirty little slut!” Her manic laughter erupted as Tori’s forearm smashed into her jaw, snapping her head to the side. Kenzie staggered but didn’t falter, a guttural grunt escaping her lips as the impact fueled her chaotic energy. The follow-up kick to her ribs made her wince, her body curling briefly before she straightened, her grin feral.

“Harm you?” she cackled, voice trembling with dangerous glee. “Bitch, I already broke you. But if it’s pain you want...”

As Tori launched her next strike, Kenzie’s hand snapped up like a cobra, gripping her wrist with vice-like force. Her pastel pigtails framed her face in disheveled chaos, eyes blazing with manic delight. “Then I’m your gal.”

With a sharp pivot, she spun Tori around, her hands shifting to the brunette’s shoulders. Using every ounce of strength, Kenzie hurled her backward with deadly precision. Tori’s flailing body hurtled toward the referee, a collision course that promised destruction as Kenzie aimed to send both crashing into a heap on the mat!

[Misfit_Alien]

"I'm sick of waiting around for the thrills to come to me...I want to do more than just chase trends and fads...I wanna take what I want, and who I want...and right now...and forever onward, YOU'RE the only one I want, Kenzie." She said, desperately trying to earn the goth's heart as they continued to kiss, slowly getting down and dirty with one another as they pressed their bodies together and began to grind sensually against each other, stimulating one another far more than the other could handle.

Kenzie's lips and tongue tasted so good. The Highflying Hotshot felt like Eve, tasting the forbidden fruit for the first and last time before some divine fury from on high would deliver itself unto her to punish her deeds. And that's when the referee interrupted their precious moment together, ruining the tenderly toxic bond they were forging. In an instant, Tori's heart wavered as her attention shifted from Kenzie to the official. A rage began to boil in her body as the ref aimed to chastise and command them to separate, almost causing Tori to go into a blind rage as she felt the urge to clock the referee in their teeth for daring to interrupt this moment. However, Kenzie was a step ahead of her, talking sweetly into Tori's ears, further infecting her mind and heart with her poisonously sweet words, corroding the brunette with her toxic charms. Kenzie made it seem like everyone except for her hated Tori, that they'd never understand her, that they'd want to RUIN her...but not Kenzie. No. Kenzie LOVED her. Kenzie showed her who she could be. How much BETTER she could be. How much STRONGER she could be. She showed her what she could do for her, what her affection could grant the brunette, and Tori was soaking it all up, eating right out of the palm of the pastel goth's hand.

As the two connected once more, with Tori scrambling to pick up the pieces and keep on fighting, Kenzie's wicked mercy would soon run dry as Tori's wrist would be snatched mid-strike, the woman caught in the clutches of this toxic, pastel-colored viper of a woman who would lure her in close before sending her on a crash course right into the referee, SLAMMING into the official and knocking the both of them to the ground. However, the referee would take the brunt of the force while serving as a soft, impromptu crashpad for Tori, resulting in the ref crashing to the outside in a daze while Tori crumbled in a heap by the ropes, gasping and groaning as the exhaustion was picking back up, all that adrenaline from before slowly leaving her system. "Be my gal-..." She said softly to Kenzie, looking up at her. "And let me be your gal...your baby...your Barbie...your...your dirty...little...slut." She said, her eyes glazed over, not even seeing straight as she stumbled weakly to her feet, sitting on the ropes as she tried to stabilize herself.

[DropKix]

In the heart of the ring, Kenzie stood tall and triumphant, her chest heaving with exhilaration as she surveyed the scene. The referee lay sprawled and unconscious, and Tori was slumped against the ropes, her body trembling from exhaustion and the emotional tempest Kenzie had unleashed. A wicked grin curled Kenzie's lips as she sauntered forward, her steps deliberate, her hips swaying with the confidence of a predator who had her prey right where she wanted it.

“Aww, look at you,” Kenzie cooed, her voice dripping with mock pity. “All strung out and helpless. But It's ok baby, stay riiiiight where you are. Everything's gonna be alright now. Kenzie's not gonna hurt ya... well, not too badly anyways. Kenzie just want to play with her new toy...” Her words were sugar-laced venom as she knelt before Tori, their faces mere inches apart. Kenzie’s blue eyes gleamed with a manic light, her breath hot against Tori’s cheek. She reached out, gently cupping Tori’s chin and tilting her head up so their gazes locked.

Without warning, Kenzie leaned in, capturing Tori's lips in a feral, carnal kiss that was anything but gentle. It was a claiming, raw and unrelenting, as Kenzie's hands roamed over Tori's body with wild abandon. Her fingers dug into Tori's thighs, sliding up her sides, tracing every curve with both possession and purpose. Tori's muffled gasps against Kenzie's mouth only fueled her, a wicked giggle escaping between kisses as her hands worked methodically. Kenzie's fingers found their way beneath Tori's crop top, groping her small yet firm tits with fiendish fervor. The crowd let out excited gasps that soon turned to raucous roars as they witnessed the shear suddenness and ferocity of Kenzie's sensual assault. Crazed hands traveled even further south, dipping beneath Tori's waistband and between her thighs. The brunette's body jerked as Kenzie's skilled fingers found her bare pussy, teasing and exploring her most intimate parts.

"You said you wanted me, didn't you?" Kenzie purred, her thumb circling Tori's clit. "Wanted to be mine? Well, guess what, Tori—you already are. Body, mind, and soul. Pain, pleasure... they're mine to give. And you... you're mine to break." Kenzie whispered, biting her bottom lip as she slowly ran the length of her finger across Tori's swollen folds, coating it in her early juices before tracing them up her belly.

What Tori didn’t realize, though, was that Kenzie’s roaming wasn’t just about indulgence—it was a calculated move. As her hands slid over Tori’s arms, she subtly maneuvered them around the ropes, entwining and trapping her limbs while continuing to distract her amidst the carnal groping and grinding of their bodies. Her nails scraped along Tori’s thighs, her fingers brushing against her knees, all while tying her legs into a tangled mess of rope and vulnerability. When Kenzie finally pulled back, her lips were salivating, her fingers glistening, her smirk triumphant. Tori’s arms and legs were completely trapped in the ropes, rendering her helpless and at Kenzie’s mercy.

“Oh, look at that!” Kenzie laughed, clapping her hands in faux delight. “All tied up like a little present. Just for me. Aren’t you the sweetest?” Kenzie stepped back, her gaze raking over Tori’s tangled form with satisfaction. But she wasn’t done yet. Spinning on her heel, she strode to the opposite side of the ring, throwing her arms up theatrically as if playing to a more amicable crowd. With that, she bolted forward, her pastel pigtails streaming behind her as she rebounded off the ropes. She gained speed with each step, her body a blur of chaotic energy as she launched herself at the helpless Tori, her boots flying with brutal precision in the form of a devastating rope-trapped dropkick!

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