Yes

Trish got to a sitting position and drove her elbows into the tops of Kim's thighs, just above her legs. Kim yelped and released the scissor long enough for Trish to turn around. Grabbing her, Trish showed some surprising strength as she picked Kim all the way up and ran her into the wall. But she didn't let go. Instead, she started a two point body grind attack.

Trish swiveled her hips, her ass muscles holding Kim against the wall and her clit penetrating Kim's folds. She swung her tits back and forth. Her nipples tracing around Kim's aureola, digging into the underside of her breasts, brushing across her nipples, turning them into rock hard buds...

Then back to her cunt. Kim was dripping wet, her juices running down Trish's thighs. She opened her mouth to moan... and Trish fastened on it with a kiss. Their tongues slurped together. Trish stared into Kim's eyes as her tongue overpowered, forcing Kim's back into her own mouth, pinning it helplessly to the side, penetrating her throat so far Kim nearly gagged.

Kim was nearly in a state of shock. Beating and fucking wrestling divas was a time honored tradition in the locker room. She'd never guessed that one of them would be capable of fighting back, let alone doing this to her...

In a fit of sudden fury, Kim groped behind her and grabbed the faucet for the shower, turning it on. Trish gasped as the hot water came down on her back, and her foot slipped.

The two girls crashed onto the floor of the shower room, the steam from the hot water hiding them as the fight came near to an end...