Killer King vs. Krystyna Afineevsky

Reduced to panicked flailing to free herself from the craning headlock, Krys would willingly admit she was grasping at straws here at this point of the match. Whatever momentum she had going for her a few moments ago had been choked and stretched out of her by her ferocious opponent. The Emerald Viper whittled down until King may have been able to go through with his plans to slam the back of her head against the canvas, were it not for his roaming hands inciting her to resist and scrounge for any sort of break from the hold.

"Ha...gha..." Krys stumbled forward and gulped in whatever air she could get in her lungs upon being  miraculously released from the headlock. She wasn't entirely confident that her strikes were making any headway since it felt like she was whaling into a wall of muscle, surmising that it was something as simple as a stomping boot that earned her her freedom.

Clutching her sore neck after soldiering on a few steps, Krys shivered from that familiar sense of dread when Kings ominous shadow was creeping over her. Krys turned around only to have her instincts proven correct by a close-fisted strike to her cheek, dazing her enough for the next volley of strikes to connect and have her head bob back and forth continuously from each one. Her widened stance wavered as each boxing strike left it's bruising mark, his repeated blows too swift to dodge until the final one had her trip backwards to lay against the ropes in exhaustion. Krys groaned in pain with her arms draped over the top ropes, her head drooping down and reeling from boxer's fatigue.

The beast can finally strike at the pretty hot face of Krys with his amateur boxing skills or more of expert of brawling, he doesnt use it too often but loves to see anyone, mostly the ladies, head bobbling like a balloon rocking their head back n forth to see their head swaying, sweats flying, head snapping around and stunned from his powerful 'light' jabbing before she slump onto the ropes, really worn and weaken, giving him bit of time to breath and rubbing the sores on his thick body.

Now having her against the ropes, he slowly approaching her where he guide her head to turn around and moving between the middle and top rope, pulling her upper body against the top rope with her arms over the top, sticking her chest out from of everyone as he hoped she held in that position and ready to show his powerful strength. "Huff... wait here babe, you're gonna hate this!"

He makes sure she stay on the rope facing out to the crowd before King, rarely seen, running to the opposite end to the ropes to bouncing against it with his back, comes running towards to Krys, surely no one will figure out what he got in mind, thinking he would boot her back or spear her backside or something against her back..... but what King really going to do is trying to bounce his back against the ropes right next to her, pulling his arm back before bouncing off, which his sticking strong arm would come swinging hard by momentum to clothesline her across the throat with her trapped by the ropes! "GRRRRR!"

With every continuous strike to Krys' battered cheek, the increasingly misshapen image of the muscle bound King became more and more distorted. Each brick-like fist that jerked her head back compounded on her hazy eyesight until finally something gave way, namely her own equilibrium as the Emerald Viper collapsed backward to lay herself out against the conveniently placed ropes behind her.

"Mmngh..." Groaning through her gritted teeth as her drooping head hid her bruised face beneath her golden locks, Krys remained unresponsive to the sudden twisting and repositioning the feline brawler was putting her through. She peered through one wincing eye to witness throngs of audience members on their seats and all riled up from something happening out of her line of sight. Struggling to free herself may have eventually got her some leeway, but King had angled and secured her arms too tightly. The fear of the unknown was causing her to visibly panic once she realized she had lost track of where King was, widening her eyes to the abrupt sight of a burly bicep a split second before it plowed straight into her face.

"Pwagh!!" The sickening impact collided squarely into Krys' jaw, a colorful display of fireworks rocketing off in her head from taking the muscled meat hook clothesline. An audible and sympathetic "Ohhh~...." was echoed in unison from the wincing audience. The Emerald Viper herself having a much more muted reaction. Her upper torso sagged limply forward with the impact having jostled her arms free. The middle rope pinched her waist, showcasing her curvy rump to the perverted King before her lifeless form slowly teetered down and collapsed outside of the ring.

King can feel his strength coming back to him as he gets a good beatdown on that sweet ass Krys, knocking her around as she gotten in so much troubles against him. With her being pulled by his gripping hands taking her to the ropes until she trapped and tied up like to allowed the crowd seeing her frontal body while King getting a good view of her backside, comes charging for her body but at the ropes to bounces off with his back, his one arm pulled back and comes swinging across her face for the clothesline!

He can feel his hard bicep and forearm comes hitting her face, if it were in slow motion her face would rub off really hard and her head snapping back by the force of the monster until she snaps back down which she starts bouncing on the rope then sliding out as he watching that ass disappearing from view, so sad of her getting pathetic like that but he likes it. "WOOO!" Flexing his arms as he stood absorbing attentions from the angry and happy crowd.

He turns his attention back to Krys, slowly heading to the ropes to slip right out to meet up where her body suppose to be, coming down on the outside floor as he is not done with her yet, a relentless monster he truly is. Once he is out of the ring to meet up with Krys, surely they wont get count out or anything to get DQ since there is none.... King would get close to her and reaching down for her hair pulling the girl up onto her feet where he crouch lower enough to pull her backward and slide across his shoulders before lifting her up, one hand onto her chin as the other grabbing the juicy thigh between her legs, pulling down to bend her horribly backward as he plans to march around the ring showing off the up close crowd of her luscious body in leathery suit to please the crowd by his mighty submission hold. "Hurrrrgh!"

The world was a spinning and incoherent mess after Kings clothesline had connected, rattling her senses and leaving her with not much in terms of options aside from letting gravity take over for her. Mumbling incoherently to the tune of several hundred fans booing his heinous actions in the distance.

Krys' special ops training had duly prepared her for numerous contingencies in the line of work. Bomb defusal. Weapons training and marksmanship. All manners of infiltration. Certain enhanced interrogation techniques. But the regulations and guidelines as to how to subdue a remorseless, musclebound meat-head luchador who was pummeling her all around the ring were regretfully left out of her teachings.

As painful as the fall out of the ring may have been, it afforded her precious moments of respite while King was content to triumphantly  showboat back in the ring instead of immediately pressing his advantage. Her sweaty, weary frame needed the simple comfort of not being pummeled or choked out before she could think straight and formulate a plan to miraculously turn things around. Once she felt King's massive hands claw into her blonde locks as a grip to haul her back up, Krys would lethargically comply by leaning heavily into King's massive frame. She pawed at his leg muscles and pressed her soft, groaning cheek against his chiseled abdomen as she groggily ascended. As stomach-churning as it was to keep up this veneer of weakness, it was necessary at least until she got her feet under her. At which point, she would grit her teeth and reel back her leg before plowing her knee into Kings junk.

Her plans were never that complicated.

King feeling pretty super confident for what he did to the blondie Krys after she took a nasty clothesline and slipping out of the ring and down she goes, he soon follows her out of the ring and just checking out her collapsed body just laying there hurting like a pathetic spy. He thought someone as talented in tight suit would be good enough to give King some troubles, he was but now its her trouble that turned for the worst, ready to show off front of everyone using her body, planning to bend her backward over his shoulders and let her scream out and stretch painfully for everyone.

"Get up babe, time to----- GUGHH!" King didnt see it coming except the way her chest and body pressing up against his hard sweaty body, almost like she would give him the bj that he wouldnt mind at all, yet pulling her up by the hair is pretty hot for the beast as it felt more dominant to control her this way. But what he didnt see, pass under her large busts, is her knee slammed up to his balls, he soon let go of her hair as he tries to keep himself standing up by turning around and hunch over on the ring apron edge, groaning in pain with one hand reaching down to clutch himself, cursing Krys for pulling that move on him.

Krys stumbled back a few paces after plowing her knee straight King's testicular fortitude, and much like King would lean heavily against the apron to keep herself elevated. She scrunched her battered face as she raised a hand to soothe the bruising mark on her cheek from where Kings bicep had made contact with his burly clothesline. Her flowing blonde locks were draped over her pained face as both competitors essentially struck the same downtrodden pose against the ring. The Emerald Vipers main concern was that the road to her recovery from the last few minutes of being this wretched beasts punching bag would take more time than she had just earned.

"Nnng..." Krys groaned as she pushed herself off the ring apron to balance herself on her initially wobbly legs. Smashing King's so called "manhood" was always in the back of her mind, the Russian spy feeling that due vengeance was in order since early on in the match when he rammed his knee into her own crotch. Krys stalked the reeling king from behind and hopefully remained concealed in his blind spot while he was still cradling his groin. Reaching up to grip the back of his cheetah? mask with her other hand grabbing the back of his dark red trunks, the Emerald Viper would belt out a rage intensified battle cry as she aggressively shoved King along the apron and hopefully head first into the nearby ring post.

King balls must of cracked more than 10 times while being in this wrestling league for the past years, he should of remember to wear a cup to protect his treasure but as always, forgetting to put it on and it cost him, big time, Krys knee struck his crotch and made him cried in pain to clutch himself as the beast trying to keep himself standing, leaning on the apron to help himself while nursing his balls.

"Ugh God it hurts so much, I hated it so much, nghhh...." He grown in pain trying to recover though he soon felt his mask getting grabbed and his trunks as well, the girl grabbing hold of him and yanking the beast hard enough to throw him head first into the ring post banged with a loud clank of metal that he spun right off and collapsed right onto the floor, not moving for few seconds until his legs twitching, his right hand slowly moving up to hold his head, hurting from collision.

Krys' fortunate positioning directly behind King had made ramming his frozen face into the steel pole immensely easier, the Emerald Viper having to do little more than simply shove the feline brawler into a pre-set collision course. The lumbering cat-man was an awkward to handle cargo that she nearly lost her grip on until she heard that sickening clanging sound of the impact that nearly earned groans of sympathy for the repulsive King.

Leaning heavily into the steel pole after her opponent was sent tumbling down to the mat, Krys used the extra time she just bought herself to further recoup and recover. She hooked her arm around the offending pole to prop herself up until the lingering headaches were finally starting to subside into the recesses of her mind. Beads of sweat peppered her forehead as she approached the prone feline brawler who was no doubt still counting the stars fluttering around his head.

As horribly exhausted and battered as she was, seeing King in even worse condition acted as a mental salve that compelled her to press her momentary advantage and ignore the pain for just a few minutes longer. Stomping towards the prone cat-man, Krys would bend down to grasp both of his ankles to raise his muscled legs up high in an exceptionally precarious "V" shape. The sinister glare she would shoot King would probably telegraph her actions well enough, swaying her sultry hips side to side before arching forward to deliver another cryptic message. "Zere are no Gods or Kings...Only Man..." Krys said before raising her boot to once again attempt to stomp down on Kings sore manhood.

King balls hurts so much that he should of gotten used to it, but its always so weak and painful for the beast that theres no way to strengthen it. He groans and trying to recover as he could but while he leaning on the ring apron, clutching his nuts as he felt his mask getting grabbed as well his trunks, yanking hard that slightly hurting a bit while getting hurled into the ring post that send the big man down to the floor.

While he recovering on the floor, groaning as he hopes to stop his headaches running around in his skull, his beast mask crushed into his face, he doesnt know where he is now. Shortly he felt his legs getting grabbed and spreading apart while hes facing up, huffing in pain until he can finally see through his masked eyes, seeing Krys holding his legs for some reason. "What are you.....?"

She then send her foot down hard right onto his weaken balls that could of cracked on impact. "GAHHHH!" He tries to turn over pulling his legs together, reaching down to clutch his manhood grunting and groaning in pain, shaking his head, hurting so much.