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

[DropKix]

Metal clattered as Kenzie dug through her locker, fingers curling around all manner of wicked little toys, tossing aside anything that didn’t quite fit the occasion. There had to be something perfect for Sheila in here, something that would cement this night in her memory forever. She just had to find it.

“Hah… where are ya, baby?” she muttered to herself, licking her lips as she pulled out a studded butt plug, examined it, then discarded it with a huff. “Too small. Too basic. C’mon, I need something nasty—”

Kenzie had written Sheila off completely. After the fucking she had given the Aussie, her opponent was nothing more than a breathing ragdoll now—a crumpled little thing for Kenzie to play with until she got bored. How wrong she was.

The moment arms hooked around her body, Kenzie barely had time to process what was happening before her feet left the ground. A hand shot between her legs, another yanked back on her damp pastel locks, and suddenly, the locker room was spinning.

“W-Whoa! Hey, HEY—LET GO! WHAT THE FU—”

She twisted, bucked, flailed—but the second her body fully left the floor, she knew. This wasn’t some desperate struggle. This wasn’t Sheila trying to wriggle free. This was vengeance.

“NO—NO NO NO NO—PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN! SHEILA, DON’T YOU DARE—”

The wooden bench split the world in two as her skull detonated against it. The sound was sickening—a brutal CRACK that echoed off the tile walls, sharp and final. Kenzie’s body convulsed on impact, the force of the crash so immense that the entire bench shattered beneath her, splitting clean in half with her limp, twitching form at the breaking point. A violent jolt shot up her spine, her limbs seizing in one last, spasmodic reaction before… nothing.

She hit the floor like a deadweight, crumpling onto the filthy, sweat-slicked tile in a heap of trembling, motionless flesh. Her eyes, wide and unfocused, stared blankly at the ceiling, her lips slightly parted as if frozen mid-breath. A shudder rolled through her, fingers weakly curling before going slack.

Blood pooled in her mouth, hot and metallic, spilling over her lips in slow, viscous dribbles. Her body refused to move. The nerve signals weren’t connecting. Her muscles weren’t responding. A searing, white-hot agony split through her skull, but everything else felt like a distant, numbed-out void. This… this was different. Kenzie had taken hits before. She had been slammed, crushed, beaten bloody. She had laughed through pain, reveled in it, invited it. But this? This was obliteration.

Her ragged breath hitched, her body barely stirring beyond the shallow rise and fall of her chest. No taunts. No laughter. No manic grin twisting her lips. Just the cold, brutal reality of what had just happened.

Sheila had put her down.

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila was awake, aware, and yet she was somehow still detached from what was happening. Her body was moving on autopilot. Everything was sluggish and delayed. She didn’t register the pain in her limbs or the strain as she hefted Kenzie up, and she didn’t even think about what move to use on her. It was all feral instinct, raw and unpredictable - her mind went for the most devastating, destructive move she knew and simply executed, not even caring if she pulled it off properly.

As it turned out, she did - or, at least, did it well enough that it finally shut Kenzie the fuck up. Splitting wood echoed through the room, an unholy noise that had no business being made from a human body. Sheila could only imagine what it did to Kenzie’s body.

She wished she could do more than imagine, too, but at the moment, that wasn’t on the table. As soon as she landed the move, she flopped over on her face, her body utterly spent, leaving her almost as lifeless as the woman she’d just demolished. For a horrifying moment, the two of them laid together, silent and still, looking like they’d both been hit by the same bus.

The referee came over, tepidly stepping between them like she was walking into the sleeping lion’s den. She kneeled down, and lifted Kenzie’ arm up, checking to see if she was still conscious, clearly concerned for her well-being. Before she had the chance to decide, though, Sheila piped up. ””...notfuckingdone…”

The referee looked back her way with a cocked eyebrow, only half-sure she’d heard actual words. ”W-what?”[/color]

”I said…” Sheila planted one fist on the floor, then the other, as she began the arduous task of standing up. ”I said, she’s not fuckin’ done. Not until I fucking say she’s done. Anybody tries to stop this match now, I’ll take that strap-on and fuck them just like she fucked me. Got it?”

The referee didn't respond verbally, but the way she quickly backed away and gave them all the space they could ask for said enough. Kenzie’d had her fun, now it was Sheila’s turn, and she had so many ideas. Crazy ideas. Downright medieval ideas.

But first, a shower.

Sheila stood up, grabbed hold of her rival’s ankle, and dragged her carcass along the floor, grunting and groaning every step of the way, until they were both inside a shower stall. She turned the water on, letting the cold droplets cascade over her skin, helping to keep her awake and focused despite all the pain. Would probably rouse Kenzie a bit, too. But just in case it didn’t, she had a plan.

Sheila sat down on Kenzie’s lap and proceeded to throw punches into the woman’s face, smacking her jaw back and forth until she got a response. ”Wake! The fuck! Up!”

[DropKix]

The first thing Kenzie felt was cold.

A shockwave of icy water crashed over her, slamming into her sweat-slicked skin like liquid daggers, needling every nerve with a biting chill that dragged her back from the brink of unconsciousness. Her lips parted with a shuddering gasp, but no sound came out, just a ragged, breathless wheeze as her chest heaved against the weight of her opponent pinning her down. Then came the pain.

A fist cracked against her jaw, snapping her head to the side. Another landed—sharp, punishing—a white-hot jolt that sent a fresh ripple of agony through her battered skull. Her vision blurred, flickering between fractured reality and empty black voids, and for a moment, she wasn’t even sure which way was up. But the hits kept coming, slamming her back into herself, into now, until finally—finally—a sound tore from her throat.

“Nnn—ffhhckkk…”

A thick, gurgling moan, half-drowned by the spit and blood pooling in her mouth. Her tongue ran over her split lip, tasting the sharp tang of copper. Her face burned with fresh welts, her jaw aching like it had been unhinged and snapped back into place all at once, but oh, fuck, she was awake now. Her lashes fluttered, struggling to focus. The world was a mess of flickering fluorescent light, warped tile walls, and a pale, dark mass looming over her. Sheila.

Kenzie’s breath huffed, a shaky, uneven inhale that barely filled her lungs. The dull roar of the shower filled her ears, drowning out the rest of the world, but she could feel everything. The water rolling down her bruised throat, soaking into her torn fishnets, making every scrape and wound sting. The ache in her back, her spine still screaming from its brutal collision with the bench. The weight pressing into her lap, holding her down, owning her. Another hit sent her skull rocking against the tile. Her body jerked under the force, a strangled, broken giggle bubbling up—wrecked and breathless, almost delirious.

“Hhh—fuck… that all you got?”

Her voice was barely above a whisper, rasping, slurred from the swelling in her mouth. But even now, in the depths of her ruin, there was a flicker of something in those glassy, dilated eyes—something starved. A twisted, battered little ember, still burning beneath the bruises. She swallowed thickly, her throat tight, the freezing water making it even harder to breathe. Her body was wrecked. Broken. But Kenzie Kraze didn’t die. No matter how hard you tried to kill her. Her fingers twitched, curling against the slick tile beneath her. Slowly, so fucking slowly, she licked a stripe of crimson from her lips and let her head lull back against the shower wall, baring her throat, exposing herself completely as she descended into a broken, sputtering, painful fit of laughter.

[BlackAkuma]

God, Sheila wanted Kenzie to wake up. After all that, she needed it on a spiritual level. She was never the type to hold a grudge, but some things you couldn't let go, and getting fucked while you were halfway in a locker was definitely on the top of that vaunted. This match wasn’t going to be finished until she even those scales, until Kenzie Kraze was utterly annihilated.

Of course, if Sheila wanted Kenzie to wake up, a good step towards that would be for her to stop punching the woman in the face, but she was a little beyond coherent reasoning at the moment, devolving into the cavewoman she dressed as, locked in on violence as her only tool. It was a small miracle that her tactic actually worked - after a few good strikes, Kenzie came back to reality. As much as she ever was.

And, of course, Kenzie had something to say. Of course, she had to get her giggles out, still as batshit crazy as ever. But, for this, Sheila had the perfect answer.

She reached down, seized the woman’s head, and brought the two of them in for a kiss so violent that it was almost a headbutt, slamming their lips together so hard that it left her teeth aching. Her tongue shot its way into her opponent’s mouth like invading army, rolling and dominating every corner. Lips scraped against each other, blood and saliva was shared, for a strange second it even looked like Sheila was trying to eat the woman’s face. Maybe she was.

But she pulled back after that tense moment and pressed their foreheads together, staring into the psycho’s eyes with a look she’d no doubt seen coming from plenty of mirrors. ”’All I got’?” Her snarl turned into a manic grin. ”Not by a damn sight, bitch.”

First step was turning off the water. Sheila shoved Kenzie back to the floor, letting her head smacked against the tiles, then stood up and turned the shower off, letting the stream reduce to a trickle. Then, with one foot planted on her opponent’s stomach, she reached down, took hold the woman’s top, yanked upward and tore it away in a single violent motion, exposing her wet, pale breasts to the cold air.

She had lots of plans for Kenzie, but the sight of those gleaming, heaving orbs demanded a detour - she plopped back down on the woman’s lap, pressed her hands against each breast, and dug in deep with her fingernails, sinking the tiny daggers into the tender flesh. She leaned forward, adding to the pressure, and shrieked in her foe’s face. ”Having fun yet, Kenzie? Huh?”

[DropKix]

Kenzie lay sprawled out on the shower floor like some broken, discarded doll, limbs splayed, chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven bursts. Every inch of her body was screaming, her skin on fire from the icy downpour and the bruises blooming across her pale flesh. The taste of blood lingered on her tongue, and her jaw throbbed with every heartbeat, until a new sensation filled her mouth.

Sheila threw herself at the downed goth like a starved rabid animal, smashing their lips together with callous disregard. Kenzie gasped at the sudden assault, but any hint of pain or protest was quickly swallowed up by the inferno of lust that raged within her. She arched into Sheila's touch, welcoming the invasion of her tongue as it delved deep, stroking every inch of her mouth and leaving no surface untouched. The kiss was brutal, punishing almost, but Kenzie couldn't get enough. She needed more, craved the feeling of being consumed by this woman who hated her so passionately. Her hands scrabbled at Sheila's back, nails digging into skin as she pulled the blonde tighter against her.

Finally Sheila tore her mouth away with a growl, leaving Kenzie gasping and desperate for air. Their foreheads pressed together as they panted in sync, eyes locked in a heated gaze that could set the world ablaze. Kenzie couldn't suppress the laugh that bubbled up from deep within her chest. It started soft but quickly built in volume until it was echoing off the tile walls around them. "Heh... heheh..." she gasped out between giggles. "Ohhh, you're adorable when you're mad..."

The words had barely left her lips before Sheila stomped her bare foot down on her gut, pinning her against the cold tiles. But that was only the beginning of Kenzie's humiliation, as her opponent would soon bend down and rip her top clean off of her! The cold breeze of the shower room basked over her perfect tits, her nipples erect and starved for attention as the rest of her body shivered beneath the heel of her opponent. It wasn't long before Sheila's hands were on her, claws sinking into tender tits with enough force to make Kenzie scream. Her eyes flew open wide, bright and wild and unfocused as pain exploded across her chest. Sheila's fingers dug deep, kneading the soft mounds of her breasts like dough, each squeeze sending electric jolts straight to Kenzie's clit. The goth writhed beneath her opponent, hips bucking up into the pressure as pleasure and agony warred within her. "AAAGH-URAGH!" she winced, voice hoarse with exertion and ecstasy as her lips slowly curved into a crazed smile.

"Baby, I'm havin' the time of my life," she gasped, voice low and husky with desire. "You wanna know why? Because you're losin' it, sweetheart. I can see it in your eyes. You're not in control anymore." A bold claim to make, considering Kenzie was the one being groped to shit right now. But as if to prove her point, Kenzie slid one hand down between their bodies and cupped Sheila's ass, squeezing the firm globe roughly before slipping a finger between her cheeks. She could feel Sheila tense above her, hips jerking back in surprise at the intimate touch. No doubt her opponent would retaliate in kind, digging deeper into her breasts, nails biting into tender flesh like talons. But Kenzie didn't care about the consequences, instead tracing teasing circles around that puckered hole, feeling it flutter beneath her fingertip, before punctuating the peak of her perverted madness by plunging two fingers deep into Sheila's ass!

[BlackAkuma]

Damn, this girl had good tits.

Not too firm, not too malleable, just the right amount of give to make them utterly satisfying between the Wild One’s fingertips. Though Sheila was more interested in dealing damage than feeling Kenzie up, she couldn't ignore how those twin globes felt between her fingertips, molding to her touch, giving way as her fingers sunk deeper and deeper. She let the moment take her away as Kenzie shrieked, and her hips started a slow roll of their own volition, grinding against her conquered foe’s body, as if trying to get every scrap of pleasure from this woman that she could find.

And then Kenzie had to go and mess it up by talking. Sheila didn’t even know what the woman was talking about. Not in control? She was on top of her, on the verge of tearing her tits clean off her body, and the only reason the goth girl was even still conscious was because she wanted her to be. It didn’t get much more ‘in control’ than that. ”Yeah, right, like I’m-”

Whatever Sheila was about to say - even she wasn’t sure - it was interrupted when Kenzie’s hand groped her ass and found its way between her cheeks, slithering in like it belonged up there. Sheila tensed up, arched her back, and bore down harder on her foe’s cheeks in retaliation, right up until the moment those invading fingers plunged deep into her ass. She was still sore from the earlier fucking, so…

”Grotty little fucker!” Sheila brought one claw away from Kenzie’s breast and brought it to the woman’s neck, gripping it tight for a steely choke, while the other reached back, tore her hand away from her battered ass, and pinned the goth’s wrist above her head. ”Not in control, huh? We’re gonna see. We’re gonna fuckin’ see when I drag you out of here, strip your ass, and leave you broken and fucked for the whole goddamn world to see like the crazy slut you are.” She pressed their foreheads together so hard it almost felt like she would break the skin.

”Before that, though…” Sheila let go of the choke, only to give Kenzie a quick backfist across the face, making sure she stayed properly pacified while the Wild One stood up and stumbled her way out of the showers. Her trip away was brief, as it didn't take long to find exactly what she was looking for, discarded from Kenzie’s earlier search.

After a moment, she came back with the dildo in hand.

[DropKix]

Ahh, the ol' reach around. Never failed to make a girl seize right up like she'd been hit with a thousand volts. Sure enough, Kenzie reveled in the way Sheila jerked and spasmed above her, in the broken cry that tore from her throat as her backside was invaded by the psycho's probing digits. The retaliation was just as fierce as Sheila's fingers wrapped around her throat, forcing Kenzie to devolve into a sputtering, gasping mess as the life was slowly chocked out of her. "AaACK- oouacaK! G-G-Go, HmmPH! F-FUCK... Y-Y..." Kenzie couldn't even finish her crude insult as her eyes slowly bulged out of her head, her feet frantically kicking out from underneath her as she appeared mere seconds from passing out.

Finally Sheila released the hold, and a breath of fresh air rushed into Kenzie's reddened throat. But it wasn't out of mercy or reprieve that her foe had relinquished the hold, instead using the opportunity to whip Kenzie upside the head with a furious backfist. Kenzie's neck spun to the side, sweat and blood flying several feet across the floor and staining the tiles on the other side of the room. Kenzie watched Sheila storm off through hazy eyes, the blonde's words ringing in her ears. It was hard to see which out of the two was more deluded. As far as either of them were concerned, they were each in control, enacting their will and hatred onto the other.

Kenzie's lips curled into a feral grin as Sheila returned, brandishing the dildo like some sort of prize. It was almost adorable, really, the way the blonde thought she could break Kenzie so easily. Or perhaps Sheila knew and just didn't care, but Kenzie had already been broken long ago. Shattered and reforged in the fires of her own madness until nothing remained but this twisted, unyielding shell. And now that shell would consume her in turn.

"HA! I was gonna say go fuck yourself but looks like you already got the right idea" Kenzie snorted, almost chocking on her own mix of blood and saliva as she descended into giggles. "Watchya gonna do with that anyhow Sheils? Stick it up your twat? Newsflash bitch, I ALREADY DID THAT!" More giggles erupted from her hoarse throat as Sheila approached closer, her looming shadow forming a dark silhouette around Kenzie's beaten, exposed exterior. "Oh, oh! I know, you should stick it up your ass! Something tells me you can take a whole lot bigger than my itsy bitsy fingers" The goth girl taunted, waving the same two digits she had stuck up Sheila's most sanctum of holes just seconds ago.

By this point Sheila was right in front of her, the dildo held in her hand more like a torturous instrument then the kinky sex toy it was supposed to be. That didn't stop Kenzie from glaring up with that signature shit-faced grin of hers, daring, no begging Sheila to do whatever vile, obscene act she had in mind with it. As far as Kenzie was concerned, this night just couldn't get any fucking better.

[BlackAkuma]

It had taken a long while, but Sheila was starting to think she understood Kenzie. As much as anyone could, anyway. To put it simply: The bitch was fucking crazy.

Understatement of the century, but before now, she hadn't understood just how crazy she was. Sheila had come across crazy a lot in her wrestling career, short as it was. You needed a base level of crazy to even get into pro wrestling. Then you had the crazy that came on top of that, the sort of crazy where you dressed up like a superhero, the kind that got you to leap off a turnbuckle onto a person sitting ten feet away, the sort of crazy that made you pour thumbtacks in the ring or wrap barbwire around a steel bat. That crazy was Sheila’s whole life. She lived for it.

But Kenzie was next-level crazy. Serial killer crazy. The sort of crazy you only read about. It was honestly a little disturbing that LAW management had even hired this woman in the first place. She had to be on somebody’s Most Wanted list.

She was out-and-out, 100%, unhinged psycho, and the only way for Sheila to compete was to get on that level herself. Now, as she stalked toward the woman with a dildo like a horror monster closing in on its victim, she felt like she’d gotten there.

It didn’t matter that Kenzie wouldn’t break because of this. Didn’t even matter that she’d like it. As Sheila approached, she could see the way her opponent lit up, looking at her with manic glee, eager for whatever torture was about to come her way. With anyone else, she’d think it was reverse psychology thing, but with Kenzie it was the real thing.

So what? Even if Kenzie liked it, Sheila would like it even more.

Sheila moved in, swung her leg low, and gave Kenzie a rough kick in the side, then another, and another, until she’d managed to flip the bitch on her chest. She wasn’t about to get up, but the Wild One made sure of that when she dropped on the woman’s back and pinned her to the floor, sitting down hard and facing her legs.

Sheila reached back, grabbed a handful of her foe’s hair with one and yanked it back, forcing her neck to stretch out and her face to look upwards. The other hand gripped the dildo tight and wedged it between Kenzie’s cheeks, leaving no doubts on what her next play would be. ”Ready for this shit?”

Sheila already knew the answer to that one, but it wouldn’t have mattered either way - without another word of warning, she plunged the dildo deep into Kenzie’s ass, driving it home, plunging as far it would go. She brought it back, only to slam it home again, then back, then forth, then back, then forth, picking up a steady, wild rhythm with each stroke. She grunted with every movement like she was striking a hammer, and she put in the energy to match, as drilled Kenzie with a mechanical pace, one that wouldn’t stop - couldn’t stop - until she’d made her opponent explode the same way she had.

[DropKix]

If Kenzie was trying to dig her own graves, then by now she must have certainly hit rock-bottom. Every word she hurled at Sheila was designed to incite, to enrage, to aggravate the Wild One into doing her worst. And judging by the look in her eyes, that spiteful glare that promised to maim and molest in equal measure, Kenzie had more than succeeded. Her crazy sneer relaxed into a more comfortable smile as the inevitable presence of her opponent dawned upon her. Sheila was going to fuck her up.

A sharp cry broke the satisfied smirk on her face as Sheila's foot once again became reacquainted with her ribs. Kenzie gasped, wheezing under the force of the blow, only to be on the receiving end of another, and another, until the psychotic wrestler was splayed out on her chest. A slow groan gurgled from her throat, her body rocking back and forth along the grimy tiles. But all her movements would seize as soon as Sheila planted her weight directly on top of her back, the Aussie's thick ass firmly pinning her to the pooled concoction of fluids that stained the shower room floor.

"Baby, I was born ready" Kenzie whimpered as her hair was yanked upwards, her voice sounding oddly sane and earnest in perhaps the only time since she had first met the Wild One.

"EUUU eauuuAHHHH!" Kenzie's eyes rolled back in ecstasy as Sheila plunged the dildo deep into her ass. The pain was exquisite, bordering on unbearable as the thick shaft of the silicon sex weapon was shanked into her holiest of holes. "G-G-GAAAWD, FUUUUCK" Kenzie moaned, her tits scraping along the tiles as her near naked body bucked to the rhythm of Sheila's incessant invasion. The referee and camera crew circled around, making sure to capture Kenzie in all her shame as her ass was ruthlessly ravaged, spurts of cum beginning to squirt out of her twitching pussy in tandem with the dildo's drilling.

Kenzie could feel every inch of the toy as it moved inside her, stretching her wide open and filling her completely. She almost tried to push through it, to fight against the invasion, but Sheila's grip was too strong, her pace too brutal. She could feel herself being consumed by the intense pleasure-pain, her mind clouding over as she lost herself to the moment. She could hear Sheila's ragged breaths behind her, feel the blonde's body moving in sync with hers as the cries of their fuck-fight raged between the shower room walls. With her inner sanctum breached, and her sweet spot deep pounded to oblivion, it was only a matter of time before finally -

"NAAAAUUGH...ack-aaack- GUUAAA!" Kenzie bellowed as the pain and pleasure become to much to bear. Her asshole clenched around the dildo buried inside it, her brutalized hole pink, puckered, and pulsing against the phallic perpetrator. At the same time, Kenzie's pussy gushed, a flood of arousal coating Sheila's fingers and splattering the walls beneath the showerheads. Kenzie moaned and cried out as her inner walls clenched and spasmed, her body convulsing as she rode out her climax, each wave of pleasure making her lithe frame tremble and shake beneath her most hated rival.

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila had never had a ‘gimmick’, really. She dressed like a cavewoman, and sometimes people would ask her what that was about. She never had a good answer. She honestly could not remember why she’d gone with this look. It wasn’t like she had some cavewoman thing going on, not like she walked around with bone clubs and hunted gazelles with spears. She was called the ‘Wild One’ because she was wild, and she likely would’ve gotten that name if she’d dressed in a business three-piece.

She had never embraced the image. Never felt a need to. Not until now. As she mounted Kenzie’s back. Sheila felt every bit of the conquering hunter, having mounted her prey after a long hunt. It had put up a good fight and evaded her, challenging her in ways she had never been before, but this was where it would always end up. It, on the floor, broken and bloodied, as she prepared to skin it alive.

Maybe it was mania, maybe something had snapped and Sheila was losing what little mind she ever had, but something primal stirred in her soul and drove her on. It called to her, demanding she bring this to an end and give Kenzie the fucking she was begging for.

She obliged. Hard.

Sheila drove the dildo home and mercilessly ravaged Kenzie’s asshole, thrusting in and out as the woman shrieked. Every cry made her go harder, every scream made her pick up the pace, and she quickly reached the rhythm reserved for a worker and his tools. This was the way you hammered a nail or twisted a screw, the sort of energy reserved for inanimate objects. Kenzie was meat and Sheila was the butcher, carving into her with little care for the result.

But the result came all the same, and when it did, it was as loud and shrill as Sheila imagined it would be. Her body jerked about beneath her as an eruption tore through her legs, spilling out over the cold shower tiles, as she left laying there, a quaking and trembling mess.

Sheila, for her part, merely sat there and stared up at the ceiling as she let the dildo go, leaving it stuck between Kenzie’s cheeks like the Sword in the Stone. A look of euphoria came over as her breathing finally slowed and her pulse returned to its normal speed. She was coming down from the high. Reality was setting in, and it brought a realization with it: She needed to end this.

”Let’s…” She winced and pushed her way up. ”Let’s go.”

Sheila reached down, seized Kenzie by the ankle, and proceeded to pull her out of the showerd, dragging her along the tiles. She didn’t bother to take the dildo out, figuring it would get dislodged at some point, anyway. They had a long way to go before they reached the ring, after all.

…fuck, she needed a cart. A wheelchair. Something.