King vs Anarchy rd 2- Handcuff Match

Rules: The first wrestler to handcuff their opponent wins. May cuff both wrists together, or each wrist separately to the ring ropes. Once victory is declared the winner may do as they wish with the loser.

Set Up: A folding table is arranged on each side of the ring outside of the ropes. Several pairs of handcuffs have been placed on each table.



Anne had taken some time away from wrestling after her humiliating defeat at the massive hands of King. Some of this was to let both her pride and her body heal, but it was largely result of some contract issues regarding the fake ID she'd used when filling out her registration for this gig. Now that all of the paperwork was properly filed and the police have stopped asking about that car in the Chubu river she could get back to the fun stuff.

Standing in the wings she rolled her neck and shoulders to give her joints one last loosening up before she went out in front of the crowd for her second match, and of course it was to face the same opponent. Lily had told her that rematches grab a lot of attention, but then again any match that was likely to end with her bound and violated would draw a crowd. With a final sigh and some bouncing to get herself psyched up she waited for her cue, and then she heard it...

Her entrance music began...

With a blast of pyrotechnics and an almost compulsory roar of the crowd she bounded down the ramp. Freshly bleached hair with blood red tips swung freely behind her, only the foremost locks bound back with a simple ribbon. A partial departure from the schoolgirl outfit from last match she arrived in a short, red pleated skirt; a black t-shirt that read "PURE FUCKING METAL" all over the back in giant letters; torn back thigh high stockings, and a pair of standard black wrestling boots. Jeering back at the fans and making numerous profane gestures she approached the ring and bounded up onto the curtain. Taking a hold of the top rope in both hands she hopped up to slide down between the second and top ropes causing her skirt to slide up shamelessly briefly exposing her white cotton Hello Kitty panties.

Taking her place at the center of the ring she crossed her arms defiantly beneath her breasts and turned to face the ramp to await her foe. She had picked up a few new tricks from practicing with Lamya, but there was no denying that the size difference was a crucial factor here. She was going to do her level best to chain the beast, but she had a feeling the headlines were already being written. Anne would just have to make them eat their words.

Its been quite some time since King getting into a match with this girl, last time he completely dominated her and defeated her for the win, not getting any rewards other than just few licks of beatdown on that lovely body. Now after weeks of rest between each other, seems both wrestlers are going at it again and this time its a handcuff match, this time when he does win he can have his way with that body that he always wanted.

King heading out on stage making his big entrance with a loud roars in the arena, seeing the girl he have beaten up before and pointing right at her, heading down the ramp and towards to the ring as he shows off his usually attire- black boots, dark red trunks and signature evil black leopard mask, looking for a rough match with this young one.

The beast climbing in the ring to see the sexy rocker punk schoolgirl dressing up for him, for herself, standing more towards to the center and waiting for her, eyeing on the girl with a grins hidden under his mask. "Hey girly, nice to see your fine body again, looking for more beatdown?"

Planting her hands firmly upon her hips Anne leaned slightly towards her opponent, blue eyes narrowing beneath bleach blonde bangs. "This time the beatdown is going to be yours, kitty." She continued to glare theatrically at the large, masked man and waited, like a racer at the starting line, for the ref to start this match. At the signal she, against all good advice, dashed straight at him with a feral cry. With a distinct lack of style which was made up for with bravado she hurled herself at King in an overly ambitious body block, basically throwing her entire right flank at his stomach.

She was hoping to catch the big man off guard and take him down to the mat, or at least knock him off balance. From her place back stage Lily watched and could only place a slender hand over her eyes with a resigned sigh. Well, maybe this match would drive home some of the lessons that didn't take in the training ring.

King looking down right into Anne eyes who seems to be pretty confident on defeating him tonight but the beast will surely prove her wrong, big time, with that body and ass  just waiting to have his dirty hands all over it, the beast is sick monster but loves to toy with his toys even being used over and over again. "Oh really? Well then Anne, come and get em."

Once the met could get start it he can see her rushing right for him with the punk schoolgirl screaming out loud and charging right for him and sending her whole body to crashes right into him, but sadly for her it wasnt enough to take him down, at least causing him to take a step back or two, thats it. "Ngh.... is that all you got,  babe?"

The beast hopes to grab Anne by scooping her up with his thick arm going between her legs under those skirt and other arm over her shoulder, lifting her up quickly and flip her over as he turn his body aiming to slam her body back first right on top of the mat with him on top of her! Power Slammin Anne!

As she bounced off of King's chest, left disoriented and staggered from her own reckless maneuver, Anne made a mental note to start hitting the gym more often, and maybe putting on a few more pounds. Having a little more booty to back up her momentum couldn't hurt, right? Quickly she regained her balance and bearings, but it was too little too late. A thick arm reached down between her stockinged thighs while another closed around her shoulder in an all too familiar fashion. The arm between her legs lifted her up from the mat and with a quick turn brought her crashing back down with more than twice her own weight coming down on top of her. Her body hit the mat with a dull thwack and an "Uhnf!" from Anne.

She lay beneath the beast gasping with the wind near knocked out of her. The heels of her wrestling boots pushed impotently against the mat while her slender hands pawed at King's side and shoulder. There wasn't much she could do from this position, barely able to inhale let alone mount a reasonable defense. Hell, she couldn't even close her legs to protect her dignity with his arm down in there. With a few grunts and huffs of exertion she only managed to squirm beneath his weight and keep up the appearance of resistance as she awaited whatever was to come next.

King getting himself lucky when the girl failed to knock him down and could see her trying to recover up to her feet but the beast quickly catches her in his arms between her legs and over the shoulder, easily lifting her up without trouble and slamming her down with him on top, crushing her with all his mighty weights as the girl grunted from the impact and the pressure of his massive body weights.

The beast slowly getting up on his knees looking down at the poor Anne who got crushed underneath him, made him chuckles. "Was that too hard on you?" he teased. Reach for her bleached hair to grab hold with one hand, trying to pull her up with him onto their feet so that he could get behind her, once again trying to get his hand between her legs and over the shoulder where his hand moving over her chest, this time lifting her up to hold her body across his large chest, pulling onto her body backward with his hand pressing over her crotch and other hand over her fine breast, giving her one back bending stretch. "Hurrrrgh!"

As the beast lifted himself off of Anne's half crushed form the rocker drew in a deep, gasping breath as if she'd just emerged from under water. Barely did she have enough time to start catching her breath when she was seized by the hair and dragged back to her feet, the sharp pain on her scalp causing her to yelp. She wanted to engage in an exchange of trash talk, but was still too breathless for words.

Once again she was lifted into the air like a ragdoll and held across King's chest in another familiar hold. Massive hands clutched at her breasts and panty clad crotch simultaneously, pulling hard to bow her back painfully. She wasn't sure which was worse, the extreme flexing of her back or the hard pressure on her most sensitive regions. Biting her lip and closing her eyes she struggled not to cry out until she got a lucky break, well, sort of. Her cotton Hello Kitty panties came free of her hips and left King with one hand full of breast and the other holding a warm, but empty, pair of panties. Grabbing onto the arm that pulled at her chest Anne would swing her slender legs, heedless of how she flashed the crowd, to try and catch King in a leg-scissors chokehold. This would leave her upside down with her skirt lifting and exposing her now naked sex to the crowd, and King, but it was the best plan she had.

King wanted to use Anne body like the accordion but more what it appears is using her like resistance band arm pulling onto her body by his hand over her breasts and the other over her panties..... which it felt weird for him as he only feels the panties only, soft fabric and nothing inside, made him confused for few seconds until the problem is solved by Anne swinging her legs up showing her bare sexy in front of him, catching the beast in her head scissor while shes upside down, holding onto his breast groping arm. "Urgh..... what?!"

King is now trapped in her armbar combo head scissor weighting him down a bit, growling that he didnt see this coming at all, clever girl but would it be good enough to stop the powerful monster? "Grrrr.... think you got me?!" King slowly trying to move to the nearest turnbuckle and standing front of it, hoping that he could get his trapped arm to lift her up high as he could, just slightly over his head and using her body to slam her back right on top of the turnbuckle pad.

Slowly the blood was starting to rush to Anne's head, but she wasn't going to give this posture up easily. Really, it was probably the first time she'd gotten King with anything that looked even mildly effective. Thanks for showing me this move, Lamya. She though to herself as the beast trudged over to ringside with his half naked hanger-on. A feeling of foreboding came over the schoolgirl punk as she was slowly lifted into the air on the captive arm.

Staring out over the crowd she watched the arena lights flash by as she was swung down like a hammer and crashed into the turnbuckle. A sharp cry of anguish ripped from her lips and her hold about his limb slacked, although she didn't let go. She wasn't sure if she could take another one of those, but the girl was nothing if not stubborn.

King needs to find a way to get the girl off his arm while her weights and hold just weighting him down a bit, possibly her first real attack on him and wasnt expecting her to use such move like that, now as he could think of what to about her he could see the turnbuckle where he walks right towards it and using her body and slamming her hard right on top, like hammer to nail.

But surprisingly she didnt let go, still clinging on, King growled in bit of angry that it didnt make her let go. **Damnit!** He slowly took a step back while shes hanging on his arm, he forgot what position shes in and think he could try this move instead. "Wont let go? Fine!" The beast tries to lift his arm up with her so he can position her body where she'll lay on top of his shoulders with her front, grabbing hold the back of her head and when everything is all set, he goes to fall to the side where her punk bleach haired head is and aiming to slam down to the mat with the Death Valley Driver.