Killer King vs Haruko "Mileena" Akiyama

The crowd started to boo as the greater heel taunted his beaten opponent. Mileena groaned weakly as the man hauled her up onto his shoulders. Her arms and legs rag-dolled around him as he set her up for another painful move. "Unng..." she moaned breathlessly before being dropped right back down to the mat on her skull. Their combined weight and momentum crashed into the top of her head in a sickening smash.

Mileena rolled off of King and to a limp, face up spread eagle form beside him. Apart from a very subtle rise in her chest, she seemed completely motionless. The referee girl walked up to king, "That's enough, the match is over," she said trying to get him to stop after that last piledriver.

King took her down with another head smashing move that lay her out on the mat which he could see her breathing with her chest up n down, spread eagle, the beast pushing himself up until he stands over Haruko, panting a little yet feeling pretty good, wanting to do more but unable to when the referee telling him to stop.

"Grrrr! Fine! But first!" He would shove the referee out of his way and standing by the downed Haruko, raising his foot to stomp down hard onto her stomach, repeatedly to knock more wind out of her.

The powerful stomps to her abdomen woke Mileena with a startle. She seemed to be in some form of hell from her moans of pain. She crossed her arms over her stomach when the stomps stopped, groaning in agony while she rolled weakly to her side. Her foot weakly tapped at the mat. She couldn't think straight, but she could hear King's entrance theme playing in the arena.

The match was over. With another groan, the pink clad temptress tried to plant her forearms into the mat to push herself up to her knees. She didn't know why King had stomped her. There wasn't any fight left in her, but she still felt the need to escape whatever he have in store for her.

King stomping down on her repeatedly on her stomach that didnt seems to make her just groaning and now seeing her getting up to her knees as the girl weakly getting up on all fours, he grins looking down at her.

The beast isnt done with her just yet, reaching down on her hair to pull the girl up and sliding her head to tuck it under his arm, grabbing her legs and lift up to rest her head on his shoulder, spreading her legs apart yanking it hard both split and down compressing her body in his deadly Muscle Buster Stretch, exposing her crotch and ass front of everyone.

The woman more or less ragdolled as her opponent dragged her up for some more punishment. Even though her dizzy mind knew she had to escape, her body was more than a little broken. He set the brutal hold on, forcibly splitting her legs above him with incredible strength. She screamed, loudly.

Without even thinking, Mileena tapped furiously. It wouldn't do her any good, but it should have been a way for it all to end in a wrestling match. Which, as she now knew, wasn't all this was anymore. He was making her suffer, probably because of how well she had done in fighting him, and there wasn't anyone to stop him.

Almost at least.

The referee bravely got into King's face, grabbing his wrist and trying to wrench Mileena free. The strong man, at least for that moment, was distracted enough that the pink clad woman slipped from his grasp and to the mat below. She groaned, seeing the edge of the ring only a few yards away.

She crawled only one meter, one hand between her burning thighs, before slumping to the mat in resignation. Her body was too roughed up and her energy entirely drained to make any legitimate attempt to escape. Even knowing King was right above her couldn't will her forward any longer. She was beaten.

And then she started laughing. It hurt her to do so, but she couldn't stop. Face down with a forearm propping herself up, the woman cackled seemingly without stop. Her eyes were closed, and the volume of her outbreak was minimal from her injuries, but she was clearly finding something absolutely hilarious.