The Limits of Hardcore (Alexia vs Zena)

It was clear from the start that neither women had any regard for the other’s safety as well as their own as they placed themselves in the line of danger to deliver a sickening amount of pain to the other, and barely in the first few minutes of the match!

Alexia sprung off of the mat as she flung herself at Zena, crashing her forehead into Zena’s head as the impact almost gave Alexia a whiplash as she knocked her opponent to the ground while she landed on her front. Her hands shot to her forehead, dizzy and in pain as she let out a high pitch grunt before it decayed into a fit of laughter!

She would soon push herself up to her fours, eyes wide, pupils contracted, and with a wide grin on her lips as she would crawl towards Zena, looking to mount her while grabbed ahold of that raven hair, to get a look at her face.

And what she saw was even more delightful seeing a smile on her opponent’s face as twisted as hers. Her giggling intensified, as if she couldn’t control the joy she felt seeing it reflect off of Zena’s eyes as she shot her head down to lock foreheads with Zena, not enough strength for another full headbutt as her joy seemingly paralyzed her as she laughed in Zena’s face!

Aside from the persistent pain in her head, Zena’s senses had been knocked for a loop by that intense headbutt. Her foe was in a similar state, but it seemed the enchantress had gotten the worst of that exchange. Lying on her back, she didn’t notice Alexia approaching until the woman was already on top of her, while the two sadists laughed together in the midst of their shared pain.

When Alexia pressed their foreheads together and began to laugh hysterically, Zena laughed right along with her, every bit as enthralled to be with someone every bit as psychotic and sadistic as she was. Most likely would’ve been terrified or at the least severely disturbed to be in Zena’s position, but she loved it.

The witch’s hands, rather than fight Alexia off, began to run along her frame. She wanted to feel every curve of the sexy psychopath mounting her right now. She wanted to feel the toned thighs against her sides, and the crotch, ass and hips bearing down on her waist. Then her hands traveled up to Alexia’s breasts, caressing them for all of a brief moment, only to then latch onto them and squeeze, wanting to hear her scream again!

The bizarre exchange between the two women with little grip on conventional sense of the word sanity left everyone watching with bated breath, wondering what was going to happen with the two women who had no restraint on their violent urges. Alexia laughed as she full body pressed Zena's body into the mat, breasts mashing against breasts, foreheads locked, and breaths washing over each other's faces as Zena's hands ran across Alexia's body. A hot sharp moan escaped Alexia's mouth, the touch on her already excited body with the melding of pain and pleasure sending her into a frenzy, squirming on top of Zena until her hands caressed her breasts.

Alexia's smile twisted further as she brought her hands up to grab onto Zena's hands, but not to displace them but rather to pull them harder into her chest. She got her wish when Zena's hands locked tightly, squeezing on her tits as she arched back, crying out in a hot moan. Rising up on Zena's hips, Alexia continued to twist from side to side, her moans echoing out into the crowd with her eyes shut tight. She would then open her eyes, her light blue orbs locking on Zena's as she licked her lips.

She was already in love with Zena, the look she gave her, the same animalistic savagery that was waiting to unless on her body in both ways that Alexia found enjoyable. Finding someone with such similar views only made her hotter as Alexia shot her hands down, trying to lock onto Zena's breasts in return for an equally hard squeeze!

Whoever’s idea it was to put these two in a match together had to have known damn well what they were doing. Zena and Alexia were like kindred spirits, reveling in each other’s pain, and even in that of their own while they tried to destroy each other like wild animals. The thrill was clearly a turn on for both women, the enchantress delighting in the curves of her rival and Alexia embracing her touch, even once doing so began to mean welcoming considerable pain.

Zena of course was no different. She too screamed out when her breasts were grabbed and painfully squeezed, and yet there was bliss in her expression to match the discomfort and torment. Still, the sadistic witch wanted to control her enemy while reaping the fruits of their savage fight. With a twist, Zena tried to throw Alexia onto her side so she could then seek to force her onto her back, all the while maintaining her greedy hold of those wonderful breasts.

Alexia smiled and laughed as she squeezed and mashed on Zena's breasts, taking every second to enjoy the soft covered breasts in every inch of them as she compressed them in her palms. But she got a higher dose of glee when she looked at Zena, seeing the same look being shown back to her. Just the notion of someone understanding the joys of pain and pleasure mixing together and melding in a glorious blend was enough to send her to a higher level of elation.

The Harlequin offered no resistance as Zena threw her off into the mat, being flung down on her side as Zena rolled on top of her as their positions were quickly reversed. It was Alexia's turn to let out a cry of pain, her breasts immediately being squeezed on so hard that she almost lost her grip on Zena's breasts from the shock of it. Her features twisted in pain and agony as she writhed underneath the Seductress, her black veiled body sitting on top of her stomach as she clawed on Alexia's tits in the same savagery that the Harlequin gave her!

Through her pained features, Alexia's eyes locked on Zena's with the same crazed gleam in her eyes that showed how much she was enjoying this to her kindred spirit!

Turning the tables, now it was Zena sitting astride Alexia, while both of the crazy women continued to torture each other’s tits with talon-like grips. For obvious reasons most wouldn’t consider it a good thing when the enchantress was happy, and this psychotic war was filling her heart with joy in the most twisted sense, a sensation that was only heightened whenever she looked into Alexia’s eyes and saw the same feelings reflected right back at her.

Letting out a cold chuckle, she shuffled forward up her foe’s body, ramming her knees against the woman’s triceps to try to force those hands off her chest. If that worked, she’d continue her forward progress to sit on the harlequin’s chest with her knees holding her arms down in a schoolgirl pin. Then she’d grab onto her hair with one hand while the other balled into a fist, which she’d begin to fire down repeatedly at the face of her rival!

Underneath Zena, Alexia writhed with her breasts being squeezed and clawed on as her feet shuffled on the mat as she refused to break eye contact with Zena. Seeing such a deprived and sadistic look in her eye while seeing the elation beyond it vexed her and captured all of her attention. Struggling to reaffirm her grasp on Zena's breasts, there was only one way that Alexia could show her glee and joy and it was through the mutual destruction of the both of them and their bodies.

Zena showed the same kind of sadistic benevolence as she shoved her knees onto Alexia's arms, forcing them down on the mat and forcing the Harlequin's grip as her arms were pinned on the mat. Her eyes widened as she kicked her legs, trying to disrupt Zena's balance as she squared up and grabbed a hold of her hair, holding her in place as she reared back her other hand. With no options to defend herself, Alexia's head was bashed in by the fist with her only reactions being her legs kicking about with each hit and her mouth still twisted into a smile even as her skull was being pounded in and nothing but pain on her face!

Despite Alexia’s initial attempt to thrash and buck beneath her, the witch rode out her efforts and remained seated on her rival’s chest. And with the woman’s arms pinned, there was nothing to stop Zena’s fist from repeatedly and violently crashing down directly into the Harlequin’s painted face!

She began to laugh out while pounding away at the smiling face looking up at her, before finally shifting off the woman, though she still held onto her hair. Yanking and pulling, she began to roughly drag Alexia back up to her feet. Then, hoping the barrage of punches she’d just delivered had properly disoriented her foe, Zena would then quickly turn toward the nearest set of ropes and try to throw Alexia right through them to send her crashing out to the floor at ringside.

Alexia's head bobbed and smashed against the mat with each hit that smashed into her face. Her thrashing got weaker and weaker until there was little to no resistance with trying to get Zena off of her as Alexia's senses were thrown into disarray as she could barely focus, but even through all of that her smile was still plastered on her lips albeit a bit more loose and silly looking at this point.

Pried off of the mat, Alexia stumbled to follow up with Zena yanking on her hair, her body barely able to stay anything coherent as Zena threw her out of the ring and through the ropes as Alexia tumbled out of the ring. Landing hard on the mat, having cleared right over the apron, Alexia grunted out as all of the air was knocked out of her as she landed on her back, her senses were still dulled from the beating she took as she writhed on the ground!

Zena took a moment to catch her breath after throwing Alexia out of the ring. The witch wasn’t doing this as some kind of strategy of self-preservation. That concept was a completely foreign one to her. She was just waiting for her enemy to start getting back up.

And the moment Alexia did start to pull herself up off the ground, that was when Zena would make her move. Taking off into a dead sprint to the opposite end of the ring, she ran into the ropes and launched herself into a dash back across the ring. Now coming right at Alexia, the enchantress would turn herself into a human projectile by launching her body through the ropes, aiming to crash right into the other psychopath with a suicide dive!