Killer King vs. Krystyna Afineevsky

Krys pondered the hierarchical repercussions of taming King in her debut match, and whether that meant adopting a monarchical title of some kind. *Queen Afineevsky...Killer Queen...Hmm, that could work...* What was initially a ludicrous passing fancy was becoming more appealing as she reflected on it, though if it meant having to wrestle in a ridiculous cat mask of some kind then that would be an immediate deal breaker.

The variations of her newly acquired regal moniker were flashing through her mind as she struggled to apply the complex but nevertheless effective sleeperhold. King's burly physique was making the application of the maneuver somewhat of an issue, the fellow agents she practiced this move on back home never having biceps the size of her head. Her own frustration at the hampered application was written all over her face, King's sudden ascension definitely giving rise to concern as she found herself riding piggyback atop the lumbering cat man.

"Stay down!!" Krys screeched right into his feline ear, only at the vary last second contemplating raking his eyes once more before King's massive paw clawed into her blonde locks and situated her jawline atop his broad shoulder. Snarling her teeth from fruitlessly attempting to yank her cranium free, the Emerald Viper was taken for a brief ride in the high jump before her jaw was slammed down upon in the crunching stunner. The echoing impact sounding akin to a shotgun blast as Krys rebounded back to her feet for a hazy look at the pretty pretty houselights before teetering over like a falling tree and collapsing to her back with just as much grace.

The beast can definitely hear her thick accent while he slowly moving up to his feet to power himself up standing, groaning by having himself trapped in her hold which it felt humiliating, but he isnt going to give up just yet, not ever actually, he doesnt plan to lose to her tonight, not at all!

King was able to stand up and grabbing hold of Krys head before jumping up quickly and drop down, giving her head and jaw one hard impact onto his shoulder to throw her off his back from the Stunner, he felt lighter since her 'heavy' body mostly her busts, off him before he turned around seeing her dropped on the mat just in time, swallowing to finally able to breath and such. "Good... huff...."

Slowly, fully turning around until he is laying on his stomach, crawling towards to her body inch by inch, reaching close enough that he could reach out his right hand and placing on her body, as a sicko beast, placing nicely between her nearly open up busts, putting his perverted hand snuggle in between and goes for the pin.

"ONE!"

King's maneuver did exactly as it's name would suggest, leaving the Emerald Viper splayed out with only a fleeting recollection of what the hell just hit her. Grumbling those familiar Russian obscenities once more, at the moment Krys was too disoriented to even open her eyes, scrunching them closed from her hazy vision.

Involuntary twitches aside, the most noticeable movement one could ascertain from Krystyna was her heaving chest, soon afterward pressed down upon by King's groping hand. Krys may have lost all sense of her equilibrium at the moment, but she recognized the dooming sound of a pin count being slapped against the canvas. Jostled back to her senses in time to recognize the pin attempt, Krys would twist her torso to the side and raise her shoulder enough to interrupt the three count. King's exceedingly slow crawl towards her having given her that much more time to recoup from the stunner.

"...дерьмо" Flipping over to her front with a hand massaging her bruised jaw, (for real this time, unlike before when she was mocking King), Krys' would groggily attempt to ascend to her hand and knees. Though her progression would be tragically slow-paced, the Emerald Viper forcefully blinking her eyes to solidify the fuzzy images and lights dancing around her.

King groaning yet knowing he was able to put his hand on her body, thankfully between her warm and squishy breasts going for the pin, but were weaken and stunned but not as worst as Krys have taken from the beast surprise Stunner. As the referee slowly counting down for the beast pinning his opponent but the girl was able to kick out of the count and break up the pin, the beast knew it was too soon to win, she is one tough girl that he needs to do more than just give her a Stunner.

"Uhhhh.... shit....." Slowly he regaining his strength and senses, still not totally up just yet but surely he would pull himself together until he can manage to get up on his feet, grunting that his throat is so sore as if he literally was strangled by a python, doesnt like to be trapped by anyone and she sure hell will pay for it!

The beast would stand covered in sweats and slowly heading towards to Krys, towering over her if shes still down on the mat. Reaching down with one hand to grab hold of her blonde hair getting her up standing as he step behind her, leaning his head near her ear. "Like to choke huh.......?" He asked before getting his one arm around her neck as the other snaking under her one arms to connect together, tighten up to jerk her a little side by side for his deadly Cobra Clutch, show her the way of choking!

Krys' well honed instincts as an infiltration specialist never failed her when it came to sensing impending danger. Though with as ominous a presence as her feline opponent had, little expertise was needed to be aware of the threat standing over her at this moment. Cringing at the massive hand clenching her blonde locks and yanking her up by her burning scalp, Krys grasped at the wrist of the imposing cat man as she was hoisted back to her feet.

"...If...ze mood...suits me..." Snarling out her defiant response to King's rhetorical question being hoarsely uttered right into her ear, Krys' rattled sensibilities from the earlier stunner prevented her from fighting back against whatever King had planned. She wouldn't even be granted the time to chuckle at her own quip before King would cross her own arm against her scrunched up face and cup the back of her neck in the dreaded cobra clutch submission maneuver.

"Hugh!!" Choking out pained gasps immediately upon it's application, the Emerald Viper extended her free hand towards the nearest ropes in a vain attempt to escape the hold as quickly as possible. A hope snuffed out once King started embarrassingly swinging her left and right like a rag doll in his massive arms, nearly tripping over her own feet were it not for King holding her up. The dizzied and increasingly drained viper's extended arm would gradually grow more and more limp as time went on, her labored breaths indicating her waning energy once the disorienting swinging motions had ceased...

Now that King is back on top showing his powerful moves using on the sexy hot blonde in tight black suit, she is hot but not tough enough to take the beast down any quicker, his hold using the large muscular arms not only to use for power to lift but restrict wrapping around the neck and arm of Krys to locking in tightly, jerking her side by side as shes trapped by his deadly Cobra Clutch, can hear her gasping to breath and seeing how humiliating for her to get caught by submission.

"Grrrr, better get in the mood now then!" He wanted to make sure shes weaken enough before going for his next move, using her to display by his powerful skills and see if her sexy body can handle it. The next thing he tries and to hold her still as he could tilt her body to the side while draping his one legs over hers, releasing his arms off her but pulling her one arms to hook under his, his free arm resting his forearm between her comfy looking breasts and help holding his other wrist, together he tries to lock her in another submission hold, another move name after the 'cobra' The Cobra Twist aka Abs Stretch, twisting and weighting her down a bit to continues to apply more submission, body to body.

By the time King had finally ceased flinging her around in the vicious chokehold, Krystyna was about ready to collapse to her knees if her beastly opponent had released her. The lack of oxygen reaching her head was already giving her an increasingly fuzzy perception of the world around her, but it was compounded tenfold by her beastly opponent jostling her back and forth.

Planted back on her feet with the world still spinning around her, Krys's disoriented sensibilities would barely even register her arm being tucked away and the entangling of their legs until the hold was already tightly synched in. "Gaaaha!!" Krys cried out from the torqued stretching of her abs, the side of her cheek pushed against King's forearm as she moaned in pain. The masked brawler's sweaty and muscled physique was bearing down on her from behind as she vainly struggled to unhook herself, preventing any slim chance of shuffling towards the ropes.

"..N-nyet!!" Krys snarled out her refusal to submit once the referee started to constantly badger her for a submission, the leather jumpsuit clad spy neglecting to consider if the ref even has the slightest understanding of the Russian language. The Emerald Viper scrunched her face as her toned midsection was stretched to it's limits. A slow building round of applause from the audience was urging some semblance of resistance from her, though at the moment Krys was too drained from the cobra clutch to think of a way to break free...

The beast strength is far greater than the sexy blonde in tights even when she weaken him bit by bit, but as soon she gets caught by his holds shes pretty much going back to square one in a way, getting weaken by his deadly submission holds one from his choke hold of the Cobra Clutch and now her hot body being stretched out mostly on her covered abs by his Cobra Twist, twisting her only to hear her refusing to give up to him.

"HMPH! Grrrr.... fine by me, I'll enjoy... hurrmgh! toying with you!" King wanted to hold onto her a little bit longer due to having his forearm rubbing between her large busts and bit of her leathery suit, making some stretching sounds and the warmth between it.

King can feel bit of adrenaline rush flowing inside of him when he continues to dominate her more and more, getting back on his feet and put her right under it. He release his deadly hold only to have his arm that held hers to snake around her head to tuck it under his arm hoping that the monster can arch her head backward in Dragon Sleeper like, but he wasnt going to lock her in for long. Instead, he tries to hold her there while using his free hand to move up between her breasts to feel those bare skin and those milky duds before fully dropping down straight to the mat aiming to slam her head in his reverse DDT.

From being deprived of air and outright strangled in a Cobra Clutch, to having her abs stretched stiff in a Cobra Twist, Krys couldn't help but realize that the muscle bound brawler was transitioning from one snake themed submission to another. An unsettling coincidence considering that her codename was the Emerald Viper, though whether it was a coincidence or merely King's demented sense of humor was a question that may never be properly answered.

Every pressured twist King emphatically brought to bear in the submission hold made Krys cringe from the pain on her sleek abdominals, her endurance being drained as she frantically struggled to formulate any way of countering the manuever aside from a rope break. Which was currently a pipe dream considering how insufferably far the ropes were and how massively heavy this perverted cat man was.

"Nngh..." Krys' tortured frame relaxed and loosened up once King transitioned her into a Dragon Sleeper, her neck tugged back and fastened tightly in the crook of his sweaty muscled arm. Though no sooner was she given the fleeting glimpse of the houselights above did she feel the lecherous brawler's hand attempt to shuffle inside her leather vest to feel her up. Red-faced with embarassment from Kings nigh constant fixation with fondling her chest, Krys would grit her teeth and and unload several elbow strikes into his ribs in between her fervent attempts to stomp her foot down on Kings boot. Anything to break free and breath again...if it worked...

King is one sick sadist who is continuing his deadly rage on the hot blonde in tight suit, unable to counter against his powerful strength locking her in one submission into another, now his next one is having her head tilting back under his strong arm and arching her body backward where her lovely breasts is easily to get his perverted hand to rub between which he could hear her grunting in pain and surely, her face would be red from embarrassment, he likes it, but not what she does next.

"UGH.... gahhhh damnit!" She was fighting back, back elbowing his body a few shots but what really bothers him and letting her go is when she stomp down on his foot even with his boots on but she still can get a hurt on him since she too wearing boots too.

His foot is slightly limping from the stomp yet still standing on his feet as hes behind Krys, angry at her for forcing him to break up the hold like that, huffing thanks to her elbows to his ribs he grows at the blonde just not too happy about her. "You bitch!" He tries to turn her around to face him as he brings his fists up, snapping the large right fist at that pretty blonde face to jabbing her, trying to knock her senses around and stunning her, and hope shes still standing after his strikes. "Hurr.... hurr.... huurrr.... hurrrrr!"