Kenzie Kraze vs. Sheila Morgan - Crazy Like Us

[BlackAkuma]

For most wrestlers, getting your face rammed into the mat after less than a minute of wrestling would’ve been seen as a bad sign of things to come. It wasn’t a positive thing for Sheila, either, but this was a special case for her - after all, she did worse things to herself, on purpose, all the time. Headbutts, flying and otherwise, were part of her basic toolkit. So, while it wasn’t pleasant to have Kenzie mash her mug into the mat, it was the kind of pain she was more than accustomed to. The manic murderess would need to go much, much harder if she wanted to put Sheila down for the 1, 2, 3.

Judging by the look on her face - a brief, insane grin - she knew it, too. Sheila only had a moment to process the look before a pair of tight thighs wrapped around her, pulling her into a tight hold, squeezing her at the neck and just under the shoulder. MMA shit. She couldn't remember the exact name for the move, she didn’t think that well when oxygen deprived, but she knew enough to recognize the danger. She’d seen people get turned out like a light from this move, and while it was always funny to watch, she had no desire to join the highlight reel.

The only saving grace was that Kenzie wasn’t giving her the full power. Instead, she seemed more interested in humping against Sheila’s face, grinding on her. Truth told, Sheila would’ve been down for this sort of thing in isolation, even more if it was that kind of match. Just another reminder of the potential being wasted, here.

But she could play along.

Instead of resisting Kenzie’s thrusts, Shiela pushed forward her head forward, driving her mouth into the woman’s crotch, going as deep as the fabric would allow. Her tongue slipped out and ran across the length of her lap, enough to stimulate what lay underneath and give a good idea of where things could go—a taste of something better, wilder, hotter.

It was a rowdy moment, and when it passed, Sheila brought her head up as much as the hold would allow, wanting to see Kenzie’s reaction. ”Eh, I’ve had better.” She flipped her opponent off with her trapped arm and managed a wicked smirk through her pained grimace. ”This all you got, face-humping? Getting bored, babe.”

[DropKix]

Behind Kenzie's crazed and manic exterior lay a wealth of technique and body-breaking knowledge embedded deep within her cold and cruel mind. She aimed to demonstrate some of that now with the triangle choke, a move commonly seen in the octagon. But instead of tapping frantically at her oppressor's thighs or drifting off to sleep while soaking in the sweet musk of Kenzie's womanhood, Sheila scooched closer into the hold. Kenzie let out an invigorated squeal as she felt Sheila push her mouth forward, the unexpected sensation of her opponent’s tongue running over her panties and probing at her nethers, vivifying the girl's psychotic fervor.

Instead of crying, choking, or sputtering between the legs of the pastel goth, her equally wild opponent was asking for more! "A slut and a punching bag? Looks like I hit the jackpot!" Kenzie exclaimed. It really was a pity this wasn't that kind of match. Had the suspicious eyes of the referee not been staring at them so intently, Kenzie would have wiped that annoying smirk off Sheila's face by skull-fucking the shit out of her right about now.

But Sheila’s defiance, her taunt, only fueled Kenzie’s desire to find a way to hurt her more! She tightened the triangle lock, pulling Sheila even closer before abruptly loosening her grip just enough to reposition herself. She shifted her weight, gaining a better angle. With a wild glint in her eyes, she raised her fists, her knuckles cracking in anticipation.

“Pussy and knuckle combo, comin' right up!” she screeched, bringing her fist down in a vicious punch that landed squarely on Sheila's unprotected face. The impact was raw, unforgiving, and with Sheila's upper half trapped deep within the lock, nothing was stopping her from raining down hell. Her fists flew in a relentless barrage, pummeling down with brutal precision. But Kenzie wasn’t just some one-hit wonder. Her elbows followed, sharp and unforgiving, slicing through the air and smashing into Sheila's forehead and cheeks from every possible angle. The force of each strike reverberated through Kenzie’s arms, a thrilling reminder of her dominance. With every punch and elbow, Kenzie’s laughter grew louder, more maniacal. “Who told ya to stop licking?” she taunted between strikes, her voice a crazed symphony of joy and rage.

[BlackAkuma]

Judging by the squeal she made when her tongue went to work, Sheila felt safe in her assumption of what team Kenzie played for. Not that there was ever much doubt, this was LAW, after all, but it never hurt to have confirmation. It was something she stored in her brain for later, when she had the opportunity to give the bitch some payback. If she had the opportunity - it wasn’t a sure thing. Kenzie seemed to be in the ‘crazy, but not stupid’ category of wrestlers, the kind that were out of their fucking gourd but could go well enough in the ring. It's a type she’d come across more than a few times in LAW, though she could already tell Kenzie was better than most.

Meaner, too. The hold had been bad enough before, but then the little hellion had to go and compound the pain, adjusting the hold with renewed vigor and cracking her knuckles. Sheila winced, preparing herself for what she knew was coming, but there was only so much preparation you could do to have your face caved in.

One shot. Two. Three. They came down, hard and precise, cracking Sheila square on the face. One of them busted her nose, she couldn't be sure which, and the acrid scent of blood filled her nostrils as the elbows came in, slicing her across the forehead and rattling her skull. Tough as she was, stubborn as she was, Sheila was only human, and the toll was mounting. She’d be out if this went on for much longer, suffering one of her career's quickest, most embarrassing losses.

Fuck. That.

Kenzie wanted licks? She’d get licks. Sheila buried her face into her opponent’s crotch and went back to it, both protecting her face and giving her more of the pleasure she craved. At the same time, she pushed up to her knees, then planted one foot on the canvas, followed by the other. She tensed, up growled into her opponent’s crotch, then proceeded to lift her up off the mat, standing tall with Kenzie on her shoulders, grabbing her ass tight for extra support.

Sheila took one step forward, then another, then made a stumbling charged towards the nearest corner, looking to bring Kenzie hard on the turnbuckles to dislodge her.

[DropKix]

Kenzie felt an electric thrill run through her as her fists and elbows connected with Sheila's face, each strike unmerciful and brutal. She could feel the subtle shifts in Sheila's resistance, the give in her muscles, and the scent of blood wafting through the air. It was intoxicating, a heady mix of dominance and violence that sent Kenzie spiraling deeper into her psychotic spiral. But just as she was reveling in her moment of control, Sheila made her move.

The Australian's face burrowed back into Kenzie's crotch, both a shield and a taunt, and Kenzie let out a surprised, guttural laugh. “Oh, you filthy little slut!” she jeered. “Still hungry for more, huh?” But her taunts quickly turned to growls of effort as she felt Sheila shift beneath her, the woman's powerful frame rising up from the mat.

“What the—!?” Kenzie’s eyes widened as Sheila planted one foot, then the other, lifting her up with surprising strength. Kenzie’s legs tightened instinctively around Sheila’s neck, but it was no use. In a display of sheer tenacity, Sheila stood tall, Kenzie perched precariously on her shoulders.

Kenzie’s maniacal laughter echoed through the arena as Sheila stumbled forward, each step bringing them closer to the corner. “You think you can shake me off, you dumb bitch?” she shrieked, her voice a crazed symphony of delight and fury. “I’m not going anywhere!”

Those words could not have come at a worse time. As they left her lips, Sheila charged into the corner, ramming Kenzie’s back hard against the turnbuckles. “AAAAUGH!” Kenzie screamed. The pain was immediate and intense, radiating through Kenzie’s spine and knocking the wind out of her. Her grip immediately loosened, and she collapsed to the mat, a spasming mess. For a split second, everything went quiet. But then, out of the silence, a deranged, hysterical laughter bubbled up from her chest.

“Again! Again! I wanna go on the ride again!” Kenzie screamed, her voice ragged and wild as she rolled on the mat clutching her back in a display of agonizing madness.

[BlackAkuma]

Fuck, that worked? Awesome.

Sheila hadn't been too sure she could pull it off, being honest. While she was strong for her size, she wasn’t what anyone would call a ‘power wrestler’, not known for executing too many slams, more about brawling and bashing and jumping from extremely high elevations onto her opponents. Kenzie was a lightweight, too, but getting repeatedly struck in the face didn’t make her any easier to lift, surprise surprise, to say nothing about the lack of oxygen in her lungs. There was every chance that her legs would buckle halfway to her goal; she’d flop down and spend what little time she had left in the match getting her face humped.

Miracle of miracles, that didn’t happen, and she was able to pull off the world’s sloppiest buckle bomb with great effect. She couldn't see exactly how she came down on the turnbuckle, but if the noise she made was anything to go by? Oh, it sucked. More importantly, it did what Sheila needed, forcing Kenzie to let go and freeing Sheila from the punishing hold.

The Wild One fell away after the impact and rolled to her back, taking a moment to suck in lungfuls of air and roll her shoulders, getting back into the arm that had been trapped. ”You were saying?” She had a hoarse laugh through the gasping as she looked over at Kenzie’s lifeless form, face down on the mat.

She didn’t stay that way for long, however. Sheila’s eyes shot wide as the woman broke into a spastic fit, thrashing around on the mat like a livewire. Far from done by the looks of it, which made sense. Sheila still had a ways to go before she evened the score. She had a good idea of where to start, though.

She licked her lips, then pushed up to her feet and grabbed Kenzie by the ankle, dragging her away from the corner while facing down. Once they were a few feet away, she let go and fell forward, laying on the psychosexual’s back like, hip against hip, chest on her back, their heads side by side. She brought her mouth over to her opponent’s ear and spoke with a growling whisper. ”If you liked that…”

She let her actions finish her words as she slipped her arms underneath Kenzie’s chest and stood up, forcing her foe to rise along with her. It wasn’t a standard sort of hold, though, as one of her hands found a tender breast to grope while the other slid between her legs. Deft fingers ran across her most intimate area, as if they were trying to finish what Sheila’s tongue had started.

It was a brief, intimate touch, something hotter and heavier than you would expect in a Standard match, and the referee opened her mouth to protest. Before she could get a word out, though, Sheila gripped Kenzie tight, lifted her up, arched her back, and proceeded to send her flying, ass-over-teakettle, towards the center of the ring, as she turned the tender touch into a variation of the German Suplex.

[DropKix]

Kenzie writhed on the mat, her body twitching with spasms of pain and numbness. She heard Sheila's hoarse laughter and felt a surge of rage and exhilaration. The buckle bomb had stunned her, but it hadn't broken her. She was far from finished.

Sheila's grip on her ankle snapped Kenzie back to the present. She felt herself being dragged away from the corner, her chest scraping against the canvas. The sensation of Sheila's body pressing against hers, their intimate closeness, sent a shiver down her spine. Kenzie's eyes widened, her breathing heavy and erratic as Sheila's growling whisper filled her ear. Kenzie’s manic grin widened as she felt Sheila's hands explore her body, one groping her breast and the other fondling the region deep between her thighs. The touch was exhilarating, sending jolts of pleasure through her already stimulated body.

"Enjoy it while you can, toots, 'cause after tonight, you won't be feelin' much of anything," Kenzie groaned. But Kenzie was still too dazed to deliver on her threat. Her mind spun with a heady mix of pain, pleasure, and fury, her senses begging to explode into violence.

Just as quickly as the touch began, it ended. Sheila's grip tightened, and Kenzie felt herself being lifted off the mat. The world spun around her as Sheila arched her back and executed a powerful German Suplex, sending Kenzie flinging through the sky. She crashed onto the mat with a sickening thud, her body folding awkwardly before splaying out in the center of the ring. For a moment, Kenzie lay still, her chest heaving as she sucked in ragged breaths. The pain was intense, but it only fed her madness. “Heh... hehehe... HAHAHAHA!” Kenzie cackled with pure delight. Her body ached, her vision blurred, but her spirit was unbroken.

With crazed determination, Kenzie forced herself to her feet, her body trembling with a mix of pain and adrenaline. She staggered slightly, but her eyes locked onto Sheila with fierce intensity between strands of black and pink hair. “Come on, babe! Let’s see what else you got!” Kenzie screamed, her voice a crazed screech of defiance and anticipation. “I can do this all day!”

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila hadn't decided if she was annoyed or aroused by Kenzie’s whole fightsexual battlelust act just yet, unable to put a finger on it, either way. While sweat and blood were aphrodisiacs for her, too, she wasn’t typically this crazy about it, at least not without a few drinks to get her going. She got the impression that this woman was pumped up to eleven on the regular, that she was the sort of person who lived the gimmick all day and every day. In Sheila’s experience, those types got old to deal with, real fast.

But Kenzie was tough. Aggressive. Fierce. Dangerous. Full in touch with her lizard brain. All traits that she and the Wild One shared, all things that were doing it for her at the moment. Had a nice body going on, too. Felt nice against her hands and pressed along her chest. Judging by the way the lunatic moaned and cackled at her touch like a witch in heat, the feeling was mutual.

Sheila just chuckled at Kenzie’s threats, as she readied her for the plunge. ”Promises, promises.”

Up, over, down. She was no human suplex machine, but she could pull off a good suplex when she wanted to. For a lightweight, she had a decent amount of natural strength, enough to drive Punkette into the mat with a resonating crash. She rose up to a single knee after the release and looked over her shoulder, curious to see if-

Yep. Kenzie was cackling like a madwoman. Fully out of her gourd, this one.

Her opponent was already rising up, but Sheila didn’t have much interest in standing around and watching her pull off her best Jason Vorhees impression. Instead, she took off running…in the opposite direction, moving away from Kenzie at full speed. She turned about, hit the ropes, and hurtled toward her foe at unbound sprint, her feet barely touching the mat as she flew.

”Try this!” Sheila spent all the momentum at once, as she spun about into a full rotation and swung her arm towards Kenzie’s head, looking to floor her with a discus lariat.

[DropKix]

Kenzie’s words were more than just promises; they were guaran-fuckin-tees, and she intended to deliver on every single one of them. If only she could get the ringing out of her head and the wobble out of her knees.

As Kenzie began to rise, Sheila was already on the move, sprinting to the opposite ropes and rebounding with incredible speed. Kenzie’s vision was still blurred, her body ached, but the sight of Sheila charging at her with such ferocity sent a fresh shot of adrenaline through her veins. Sheila shouted, her voice echoing in Kenzie's mind as she spun into a full rotation, her arm swinging towards Kenzie’s head in a devastating discus lariat. Time seemed to slow for Kenzie as she watched the incoming attack, unable to stop the blow but at least figuring out how to roll with it... literally.

The discus lariat connected with full force, Sheila's arm smashing into Kenzie’s head. The impact was so powerful that it sent Kenzie doing a full rotation around Sheila’s arm, her body twisting in midair. But instead of collapsing, Kenzie miraculously landed upright, her boots hitting the mat with a heavy thud. Her acrobatic background paid off, but her head certainly didn’t feel any better for it. The pain exploded in her skull, a white-hot flash that blinded her vision and rattled her senses, but she remained standing, albeit barely.

"Tried it... aaaaand - " Kenzie stuck her thumb down, then instantly transformed it into a middle finger aimed in Sheila's general direction, her other hand too busy tending to her aching head to join in on the act. The goth chick then gave her head a rowdy shake, trying to jog her noggin back into some sense of recovery. "I outta repay the favor," Kenzie grumbled before breaking out into an uncoordinated sprint. Her strides were sloppy, her steps uneven, but if she was allowed to get in range, Kenzie would twirl on her heels and try to deliver a spinning backfist straight into Sheila's jaw.

[BlackAkuma]

Discus Elbow, an oldie but a goodie. It had been a hot minute since Sheila had busted that one out, too. She was bringing out the fine china.

The blow connected clean, too flush on her opponent’s mush. She even leaped into the blow, giving it that extra bit of ‘oomph’ that really helped to drive the point home, and she was rewarded with her opponent doing a full flip off it. She couldn't see the move from where she stood, but the backstage crew were kind enough to put an instant reply on the screen, one that she could watch as she came off the blow. In high-defintion 4K, she watched as Kenzie took the blow, flipped over, and…

”Huh.”

Sheila spun about on her heel and confirmed that, yeah, Kenzie had just pulled off some Cirque Du Soliel shit, landing on her feet after taking one of the hardest hits in her arsenal, with a middle finger thrown in for added spice. That was new, that was definitely new. It confirmed which one of them was the nimbler fighter, since she knew there was no way in hell she was graceful enough to pull off a move like that. Where did she learn something like that? She couldn't picture someone like at a wrestling camp, most of the trainers she’d met had a low tolerance for raving lunatics.

She moved in fast again, looking to cut Kenzie off before with a right cross to that grinning gob of hers, but that idea was nixed when her opponent confirmed that, yeah, she was the faster one between them, coming in quick, spinning about, and lashing out with a stiff back fist that caught Sheila in mid-strike. Once again, she took a hard hit on the jaw. Once again, she was left to spin about and stumble, and her back turned to Kenzie as she drunkenly staggered forward.

Unlike last time, though, she had something special in store for the giddy goth. Sheila’s glazed eyes focused, she dipped down, then threw her entire body backward in a complete backflip, letting her legs swoop over in an arc as she tried to nail Kenzie’s face with a Pele Kick.

[DropKix]

Alrighty, Sheila had her fun. She’d gotten a few good licks in and managed to get her fingers into a few places most wouldn’t dare without risking a bite from the maniac. Even a horny heathen like Kenzie knew when she was up against a half-decent brawler. But now it was time to put the sado back in front of masochist.

Hearing Sheila's mouth crack under her haphazard attack was a good start. As the Wild One staggered away, Kenzie didn’t waste a second, ready to capitalize on her dazed opponent. “Where ya goin', bitch? Come back, please, PWETTY PLEASE! I promise to knock out some teeth this time!” Kenzie goaded, though she didn’t expect Sheila to heed her call. Kenzie's grin faltered as she saw the brawling beauty leap up and launch herself into a backflip, legs swinging over in a perfect arc.

“Awwwe SHI—!” Instead of finishing her sentence, Kenzie was forced to let out a loud shriek as Sheila’s foot came crashing down into the side of her face. The impact was devastating, sending Kenzie’s body folding over like a wind-up toy before springing back up like an inflatable tube man She stumbled forward, not of her own volition, as if her body was commanded by random neurons set ablaze by the shock of the blow.

“Ungh... you bitch,” she growled, the words barely audible through gritted teeth. Her usual manic laughter was replaced by a snarl of pure rage. The cameras had only a few seconds to capture her expression before Kenzie came crashing down onto the mat near the ropes.

Dazed but not out, Kenzie knew she needed to regroup. She summoned the energy to roll under the bottom rope and dropped to the outside of the ring, her body hitting the floor with a heavy smack. The cold, hard surface grounded her, the pain sharpening her focus. She crawled over to the barricade, leaning against it for support, using the moment to catch her breath while her burning eyes searched for her foe inside of the ring.