L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

This was crazy. Stupid. Insane. Of all the crazy, stupid, insane things that Sheila had done in her life - and god, that was a long list - this had to rank high, easily breaking the top five and maybe even competing with her top spot. Only her prom night debacle even came close.

By all rights, she should’ve been putting as much distance between her and Kenzie as physically possible. Every time they clashed, they nearly destroyed each other, and it was only a matter of time before the ‘nearly’ was taken out of it. They were oil and fire, combustible elements, and them mixing together could only result in flames.

But that was the way it was going to be regardless. Sooner or later, they would meet again, they’d tear it up. They’d tasted each other now, and it was only a matter of time before they had to get another. So, fuck it. If she couldn't fight the attraction, she might as well make sure it happens on even terms. Exercise some sort of control.

She expected Kenzie would see the sense in it, too - loonie as she was, Sheila had fought her hard enough to realize it wasn’t all madness. They were a skilled wrestler under all that makeup, so the answer she received didn’t take her off guard.

The way she received it, though? That was different.

Sheila stayed still - deathly still - as Kenzie whispered in her ear. Nothing she said was all that hot on paper, but it was the way she said it, brimming with energy, that made the Wild One’s toes curl. Even now, broken and battered and trashed, she was still electric, a flame you couldn't put out.

Hot. Fucking hot. Romantic? Maybe. But now wasn’t the time for those kinds of thoughts. She had a deal to finish. Sheila brought her pinky up, hooked it with Kenzie’s gave it a tug. ”Deal. Crazy fucker.”

With that finalized, she brought her finger away and leaned in, resting their foreheads together and letting their bodies press. Just feeling her. Sharing the warmth. Letting her fingers roam where they willed. ”Also…I think I’m bumming it here, tonight. Don’t have the energy to hobble my ass back.”

What that would mean for the rest of the night, she was happy to Kenzie decide. She’d earned it.

Kenzie’s breath caught in her throat the moment Sheila’s pinky curled into hers. Then their foreheads met. The heat of it hit her harder than any headbutt. No adrenaline. No crowd. No bell. Just skin and closeness, bruises layered over bruises like tattoos. Even in silence, Sheila radiated chaos. She was still buzzing from the match, and Kenzie could feel every hum of that tension trickling through her, the dull ache of survival, the throb of want, the quiet promise of future destruction waiting just behind her breath.

When Sheila said that she was staying, Kenzie's heart kicked. Her grin returned, lazy and lopsided and wolfish as hell.

“Oh, sweetie,” she cooed, voice low, syrupy, and slit-throat smooth. “You sure about that? I snore like a banshee. I toss. I kick. Might wake up with teeth marks in places your exes never even got to.”

Her hands slid, one up Sheila’s spine, fingers dancing along the bruises like piano keys; the other cupped that same cheek she'd clawed earlier, thumb dragging slow circles into the muscle like she was sculpting her. She let herself feel her. Let herself have her. Kenzie leaned in all slow and indulgent, and kissed Sheila deep. Not for dominance. Not for performance. But with ownership. Tongue teasing. Lips greedy.

When she finally broke the kiss, she nuzzled in just beneath Sheila’s jaw, pressing a kiss to that hot, sweat-slicked skin, then whispered the final words of the night, soft, sinister, and strangely tender:

“Sleep tight, my little Wild One.”

Kenzie curled into her, tangled limbs and tangled hearts, as if the bed were their battleground and sanctuary both. The ache of the fight still echoed in every inch of her body, but she didn’t care. Not tonight. Not with this.

Outside, the hospital hummed on, indifferent and sterile. But inside this little room, inside this shared bed of bruises and breath and bloodlust, two monsters had made a pact.

And god help the world when it came due.

THE END

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