Off To The Wrong Greeting

King slowly climbing himself up on the turnbuckle while having his fine Latina opponent on his shoulders with his hands holding her head and thigh, setting her up in position just before hopping right off the corner diving down using her head to crashes right onto the mat into his vicious impact of the Death Valley Driver! Not even sure how the name come to be but sure hell is powerful and painful, landing on his side and looking in front of him seeing Felina laying there seemingly out cold from the heavy impact, just as he hoped for.

Slowly King crawls to her body since his body does feel the pain of the landing too, reaching close enough that all he wanted to do is placing his hand on her chest, covering her that way for the pinfall as the referee comes by to check on the two, seeing the beast hand on her a sign of attempt pinning Felina, goes down and starts the count.

"ONE!..............TWO!................."

“THREE!!!”

And just like that, it was all over. Felina had managed to put the beast through hell early on with her aggressive offense early on. But once King had turned the tables, she’d been helpless to stop his rampage. At least she wouldn’t have to endure any more of it.

Still unconscious, Felina just laid there on the mat while the ref checked on her. When it was apparent she wasn’t going to wake up immediately, the ref signaled for the medics to come down. They hurried down to the ring and eased her onto a stretcher, then carried her off backstage so the paramedics could check on her, leaving King alone to celebrate his victory.