Kenzie Kraze vs. Sheila Morgan - Crazy Like Us

[BlackAkuma]

It had been a while since Sheila used the Pele Kick, and her form hadn't gotten any better than the ‘passable’ level it had been for the last attempt. She executed the kick portion of the move well enough, felt like she really clocked Kenzie good, but she fucked up the landing came down on her head. The same head, in fact, that had been hit with a spinning backfist about five seconds ago. So that was fun.

Worth it, though. So worth it. From where she laid, she could look up and see Kenzie reeling from the blow, hitting the canvas nearby, dumped in a heap. She looked out of it, ditching that slasher smile for a moment. Most importantly, she’d stopped the laughing, a sure sign that she’d been thrown for a loop. No more taunting, no more psycho rambling, she just rolled out of the ring and out into the ring area, making a sulky retreat.

Perfect.

”Oi.” Sheila rolled over to her chest and punched the canvas. ”Oi, oi, oi!” Three more punches, punctuating every cry, as she psyched herself up for what came next. The audience cheered along with her, despite how weird it sounded in a Japanese accent, as they sensed what was on her mind. She was in the ring, her opponent was on the floor, and there was only one way for a wrestler like her to proceed.

Sheila pushed up to her feet and shook her head to clear out the cobwebs. She bounced on her heels a couple of times as she waiteded for Kenzie to rise up just enough, then broke into another run, once more moving away from Kenzie’s position and hitting the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. She came dashing back across the ring, nearly hitting the referee along the way, took aim, and dove through the top and middle rope with her arms extended in a suicide dive, attempting to ram her opponent into the barricade with all the momentum she could muster. ”Fuckin’ heads up!”

[DropKix]

The punkette's body screamed with pain, but her mind roared with rage. She leaned against the barricade, each breath a searing reminder of Sheila's Pele Kick. The thought of that smug bitch in the ring, reveling in her supposed victory, fueled a hellish kind of anger within her. She saw Sheila’s antics, the taunting, the crowd egging her on. Oh, that dumb oaf thought she had Kenzie on the outs. How fucking cute.

She watched Sheila, gearing up for what seemed like the only move possible from her position, the same move Kenzie herself would have probably performed had their roles been reversed. Kenzie’s eyes narrowed, her blood boiling with a mix of anger and anticipation. Sheila was coming at her, full speed, aiming for a dramatic follow-up. But Kenzie was done playing nice.

As Sheila launched herself through the ropes in a suicide dive, Kenzie’s lips curled into a vicious smile. Timing was everything. She waited until the last possible moment, her body coiled like a spring, ready to unleash. The instant Sheila's arms extended, aiming to ram Kenzie into the barricade, Kenzie exploded into action.

"Likewise, dumbass!" Kenzie roared, surging forward with a burst of speed. Instead of evading, she met Sheila head-on, pivoting on her heel and thrusting her leg up in a tremendous superkick, aiming to reacquaint her boot with her opponent's face like a car meeting a brick wall!

[BlackAkuma]

…what?

Sheila blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice. It took her a moment to register where she was, as if she’d just woken up in the middle of the night from a sudden dream, completely out of sorts. The scent of cheap soda and cheaper popcorn hung thick in the air, the crowd roared around her. She was in the arena. More accurately, she was in the ring. More accurately than that, she was on the ropes, hanging on the middle one like drying laundry, her arms and legs flopping as she dangled, lifeless and listless.

Events came back to her, one by one, as her brain sought to solve the puzzle. She’d been wrestling a match - a fucking standard match - against this new girl. Kennie, Kellie…Kenzie, that was her name. Kenzie Krave, something like that. It had been hammer and tongs so far, and she’d gotten her on the outside of the ring, and she’d done a suicide dive to close the distance, and…

…oh. Right. She’d gotten kicked in the face. That made sense, she was all caught up on current events.

”Goddamn. Fuck.” She moaned out her curses, tried to sit up, and flopped back down again. Her head was still reeling, and the rest of her body was having trouble taking commands for it, leaving her to hang about in this awkward position. For the moment, all she could do was stay there and try to recoup her strength, something she doubted Kenzie was apt to let her do.

Speaking of which, what was she doing? Sheila lifted her head enough to scan for her, hoping to get an idea of what was coming her way. She lacked the energy to stop whatever her next move was, but it wouldn’t hurt to know.

[DropKix]

The timing was perfect. The satisfying crack of boot meeting skull filled Kenzie with sadistic delight. She watched as Sheila hung lifelessly over the middle rope, arms and legs flopping like a ragdoll—a work of art, if the psycho girl said so herself.

Kenzie strutted towards her, a manic grin plastered on her face. She leaned in close, her voice dripping with mockery. "Aww, did I break your pretty face, Sheila? 'Cause that's gonna be the least of your worries pretty darn soon. In fact, I'll let you in on a little secret—next time stripes in there isn't lookin', I'm gonna take these pretty little fingers of mine, that's right the ones with the reeeaaally cute polish, and jam them straight up your tight little—HEY! I'M FUCKING TALKING TO YOU!" Her fingers traced Sheila's cheek in a twisted caress that quickly turned into a sharp slap across her face when she realized her opponent was unresponsive.

The referee moved in, a look of concern and disapproval on her face, but Kenzie paid her no attention. Instead, she grabbed Sheila's hair, yanking her head back to force her to look at her tormentor. "There's those big blue eyes! Now, like I was sayin'..."

She was cut off by the referee beginning the count, a consequence of Kenzie now being outside the ring. "AWE SHIT! Why do these reftards gotta ruin EVERYTHING! We'll catch up later, I've still got the rest of your bitch-body to break!" Kenzie sang in an eerie voice, positioning herself for her next move. She climbed the apron with ease, the pain that once racked her body now completely giving way to bloodlust and hysteria. Once on the outside apron, she gave Sheila's face a harsh punt—not enough to dislodge her from the ropes but certainly enough to keep her out of action for the next little bit.

The Krazy One spread her arms out to the crowd, reveling in their mixed reactions—some cheering, others gasping at the crazy girl's crudity. Kenzie thrived on it, her chaotic energy feeding off their fervor, savoring the moment before she grabbed Sheila by the hair, yanking her head into place and finally launching herself into action.

With a deft hop, Kenzie trapped Sheila's head between her legs midair, making sure to clasp her opponent's neck tight between her thighs. With her prey ensnared, Kenzie twisted her body on the descent, pummeling Sheila headfirst into the apron with one of her sickening signatures: a rope-trapped hurricanrana driver!

Spoiler

[BlackAkuma]

Oh, there she was. Bonzer.

Sheila heard Kenzie before she saw, as the woman’s manic chattering filled her ears, going off another one of her rambling tangents. It gave her a moment to recover, so, in a way, it was a good thing. She could just do without the Harley Quinn routine, and she wasn’t up for whatever she was trying to do with her face. ”If you don’t get the fuck-”

A harsh slap rapped her across the face, stinging her skin and leaving her ears ringing. Sheila blinked a few times, mouth gaped, as her brain processed it, and the rage started to seep in. While she still didn’t have the energy she needed to get her way up, she had enough presence of mind to think of all the ways she could pay Kenzie back for that little insult. Yeah, the standard rules hamstrung her, but she could get creative if need be. Just had to find her chance, a moment’s window…

It wasn’t coming anytime soon, though. Sheila was in the middle of making her way up when Kenzie came up on the apron and promptly scored a field goal with her skull, hitting her with a kick that sent the Wild One flopping back down. She was still mostly out of it when Kenzie grabbed her hair and yanked her head up, bringing out growls from behind her clenched teeth ”What the fuck are you-”

Sheila’s unfinished question was answered in the next moment, as her head was snagged between Kenzie’s legs and promptly introduced to the ring apron, spiked on with a brutal variation of the hurricanrana. For a moment that would live on in memes for years to come, her stood ramrod straight on the edge of the ring, perfectly balanced, before gravity got the better of things and she was sent crashing to the floor. She landed on her back with such an impact that her upper body bounced up immediately afterwards, leaving Sheila to sit there, legs wide while her torso was upright, almost as if she tried to stretch out. Her upper body slumped forward and her muddled mane covered her face, but her body’s movements told the story without it. She was out of it for the time being, a sitting and unmoving wreck.

[DropKix]

The twisted grin on Kenzie's face widened as she admired her handiwork. Sheila's crash was almost too perfect, her body crumpling cartoonishly to the cold, hard ground. The crowd's mixed reactions—gasps, cheers, and horrified murmurs—only fueled her sadistic delight. Kenzie, the Pastel Punk Psycho, was in her element, and Sheila was her unfortunate plaything.

"Oh Sheila, Sheila, Sheila! You crack me up, ya know that?" Kenzie cackled, hopping off the apron and kneeling beside her fallen opponent. She grabbed Sheila by her thick blonde mane, yanking her head so their foreheads mashed together, Kenzie's eyes boring into her opponent's half-open lids. "Ya know, for a second there, I almost thought you had me. But then I remembered one tiiiiny little thing," Kenzie whispered, her lips dangerously close to the brawler's. "You can't keep a bad girl down." The crazy girl broke into a manic fit of laughter.

Suddenly, she stopped, her eyes wide open and her mouth agape as if a lightbulb had just turned on over her head. "Hey, I have an idea, let's play a game!" Kenzie taunted, her voice dripping with ill intent. With another fierce yank, she dragged Sheila towards the steel steps, throwing her body over the cruel and unforgiving surface. She immediately grabbed the Aussie brawler's arms and stretched them far out behind her back before shoving the sole of her leather combat boot on the back of Sheila's head, her face now forced to loom menacingly over the metal steps. "I call it 'Beg for Mercy'! All you gotta do is say 'Kenzie, you're the best and I'm a pathetic loser,' and I'll let you keep your teeth! How 'bout it?"

A giddy squeal erupted from Kenzie's throat, knowing full well that a defiant, dumb bimbo like Sheila wouldn't play her little game. But it wouldn't matter, because whether she complied or not, Kenzie would shove her foot forward and send Sheila's face smashing into the metal steps in a brutal and vile curbstomp!

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila stayed fully conscious this time, but you wouldn’t have known it to look at her vacant face, sitting there, staying out into space through the shade of her disheveled hair. Her brain was still trying to process that impact, and as it got closer and closer finishing, it brought with it the pain. A splitting, aching spike in her skull. Not quite a concussion, she knew what that felt like, but maybe a fracture of some kind. There was something tender up there.

She wasn’t given much time to recover before Kenzie came in to enjoy the spoils of war. She got up close and personal this time, planting their faces together as they spoke, and she could’ve sworn she heard some smartass in the audience chanting for a kiss. It honestly wouldn’t have been the worst thing - this bitch was crazy, sure, but that was right up Sheila’s alley. Not to be today, however.

Instead, Sheila was spun about, her arms were stretched out, and she found herself looking at the unforgiving metal of the steel steps. A boot was placed against her face a moment later, and an ultimatum was dropped right after that, a simple demand for surrender in the most embarrassing way possible.

Yeah, no. If Kenzie thought that shit was going to fly with Sheila, she really was crazy. Or krazy. Whatever. ”Go fuck yourself with a wooden dildo, you drongo!”

She got the words out fast, figuring Kenzie would give her little time to utter them, and she was proven right. She had barely put the period on before her opponent jerked forward, ramming her face into the steel steps. Sheila was able to turn her head to the side at the last second, avoiding a flush impact, but that was the only slight saving grace. The right side of her skull still hit hard, landing with a thick, sick thump.

Her skull bounced off like a basketball and the rest of her body followed suit, rolling down the steps and winding up on her back. Sheila kicked her feet and thrashed about as she nursed the battered side of her face, squirming, growling with a hoarse mix of anguish and seething rage.

[DropKix]

Another sick laugh screeched through Kenzie's throat, melding chaotically with the gnarly mash of flesh on metal as Sheila smashed face-first into the steps. The punkette followed her opponent's body as it rolled down the steps, giggling manically. "Oooooh, careful now Sheila-boo. Don't wanna give me good ideas like that, I might just try them... on you of course," Kenzie chided, taking great amusement in her foe squirming on the ringside floor. She put a stop to it with a harsh boot to Sheila's abdomen, keeping it there as she flipped her hair and posed for the crowd amidst a flurry of camera flashes.

Once she had her full, the goth wrestler bent down to grab another scoop of Sheila's hair, using it to drag the woman up to her feet. She shoved her Aussie foe against the barricades, letting the border hold her battered body up as Kenzie got in close, her body pinning Sheila against the padded surface. Kenzie paused, soaking in the tired breaths of her opponent's bare midriff against her own. "Trust me, babe, you wouldn't want me to get experimental on ya... now wouldya?" the horny hellion's voice dropped, her furrowed brows accentuating her already twisted smile as she peered deep into her opponent's eyes. Her question lingered, begging for a response from the Wild One. To make her point clearer, Kenzie's fingers traced the outline of her opponent's frame, her sharp nails digging into the woman's soft skin as if carving out pieces of meat for the Devil herself to devour later on.

The referee's count spurred her back into action. There was still plenty of time to horse around on the outside, and with her opponent so thoroughly beaten and seemingly on her last legs, there was no reason Kenzie couldn't take it further. She tauntingly blew a kiss just inches from Sheila's lips before slowly departing her body, taking staggered steps backward while wearing a smile that made it perfectly clear she had no intentions of stopping the pain train. The crowd behind the barricade got the hint, immediately vacating their spots and leaving little more than a row of empty chairs in their wake.

Once she had gained enough distance, Kenzie rushed forward, swinging her arm back at the last second to deliver a stiff lariat meant to send Sheila flinging over the barricade and into the seats!

[BlackAkuma]

Throughout the pain, the anguish, the numbing feeling on her cheeks, the rattling of her skull, what bugged Sheila the most was that she hadn't thought of a better taunt to throw Kenzie’s way. The wooden dildo thing was her go-to when she was running short on time and couldn't be bothered to put much thought into it, but now that she was on the floor, so many better ones were making their way into her aching head. Could’ve poked fun at her makeup job, the pigtails, taken a dig at her whole goth aesthetic, so much fertile ground to really dig in.

Later, later. There would still be time.

Sheila was just starting to sit up when Kenzie came along and planted those boots of her square into her chest, pinning her down and striking a pose while she squirmed underneath. Tempting as it was to try and fight her way out of it, she knew better - it wouldn’t get her anywhere at this point, and the smart play was to conserve her energy and wait for a good opening, even as the hair yanked her up - again with the fucking hair - and pressed her up against the barricade, using her body to keep her in place.

This wasn’t the first time Sheila had been in such a position in LAW. Come to think of it, she’d gone through similar things with some of her biggest fights in the promotion. Elinor, the crazy German bitch she’d fought in her debut, pressed her up against the ring to get a feel, and then there was Kuroi, the psycho karate chick she’d taken on a few months after that, who’d come just shy of straight-up making out with her in the ring. Weird how she attracted these types, but honestly? She wasn’t complaining.

Kenzie was fishing for a response, so Sheila gave her one. ”You keep talking shit.” She reached around and gave her a good slap on the ass, digging her claws in deep for a good grope. Since the goth was getting handsy on her, it was only fair that she reciprocated. She peered back with eyes that had rage and fury and no small amount of lust, too. Wherever Kenzie was taking this, she’d meet her there. The Wild One wouldn’t be outdone. ”You’re gonna have to start backing it up, in a minute.”

That didn’t seem to be on the menu for the moment, though, as Kenzie backed away, creating some space between them. She could hear the pittar-patter of hurried footsteps behind her, a sure sign that the crowd knew what was about to go down, that this fight was going out of bounds, one way or the other.

Sheila chose ‘other’. As Kenzie came rushing in, she waited until the last second, then pushed off the barricade, grabbed her opponent by the waist, lifted her up, and tossed her into the crowd, using her momentum against her for the effort. ”Fly, bitch!”

[DropKix]

Kenzie Kraze's blazing blue eyes lit up as she felt her opponent's callused fingertips dig deep into the crevice of her ass cheeks. The touch had Kenzie panting like a rabid dog, eager to tear up the hunk of meat she had pinned against the barricades. What little self-control Kenzie had was slipping away, but she managed to blow a parting kiss to her rowdy foe before rushing for what she thought would be the end for Sheila.

Instead, Kenzie found herself airborne, launched over the barricade by Sheila's desperate maneuver. Her screech of surprise was the last thing she heard before her body collided with the rows of chairs in the front row, a cacophony of clattering metal and groaning spectators marking her harsh landing. Kenzie’s body crumpled amidst the overturned seats and startled fans, pain radiating from her back and ribs. For a moment, the world spun, and she gasped for air, the impact having knocked the wind out of her. The chaos of the audience was momentarily drowned out by the roaring in her ears, the pain and shock overwhelming her senses.

But even through the haze of agony, Kenzie’s twisted grin slowly returned. She delighted in the pain, a searing vitriol she knew was shared by her opponent. With a manic glint in her eyes, she pushed herself up, her body protesting every movement. Bruised but undeterred, she staggered to her feet, leaning on the nearest chair for support. "Oh Sheila," Kenzie began, her voice dripping with condescension and malice, "This is really getting ridiculous, don't ya think? All of this... foreplay." She spat blood onto the floor, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "I can see it in those little beady eyes of yours. You want me. Ooooh, yes you do, you fucking slut! You want me SOOOO bad."

Kenzie continued to rant, her words a mix of venom and twisted admiration. "Fuck it babes, I want you too!" Her voice took on a more primal tone, her eyes blazing with a fervor that bordered on insanity. "Only problem is, we can't go all vanilla, no no NO! That just won't do. If we're gonna fucking do this, then we're gonna do this OUR way, ya hear me?"

As she spoke, Kenzie reached behind her and grabbed one of the chairs she had landed on, gripping it tightly. She flung the chair at Sheila, missing her by inches. The referee shouted a warning, but it barely registered. Kenzie’s bloodlust had taken over, and the rules meant nothing to her now. She flung another chair, and then another, each clattering in heaps around her foe, but not for lack of aim. Kenzie was prodding the dirty blonde, hoping the sound of crashing steel would awaken the mutual instinct she knew they both shared.

"So come on, Sheila!" Kenzie beckoned, raising the final chair high above her head, her eyes locked onto her opponent with crazed intensity. "You want me so bad? COME AND GET ME!" The crowd buzzed with anticipation as Kenzie stood there, chair in hand, ready to swing as soon as Sheila got close enough. She was ready for whatever came next, eager to unleash her fury and show Sheila just how crazy she could be.