King vs Bianka Belle NHB

King coming out on stage and heading down to the ring where he'll be facing off against a girl, of course, which he plans on dominating her, of course too, but wonder what she'll wear, hopefully and expecting she'll be wearing something sexy for him to enjoy watching while he does his dirty work on her.

Wearing his signature black leopard mask, dark red trunks and black boots, entering the ring as he hops up on his feet, flexing his big guns as he roaring out loud waiting for her to come play with him, going to be a very rough play for sure.

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Bianka's debut match was to be very similar to that of one of her new stable-mates, Anne, facing the same opponent in a very similar match. Lily said she would be helping to keep the interest up while they got Anne and Yuki ready for their big revenge match. She didn't know what any of that was about, but her cousin must know what she's talking about; or at least she hoped she did. Either way the German had watched a few recorded matches of her opponent and knew that she had her work cut out for her, but that was what she had expected here.

She waited in the shadows until the first few bars of Got Mitt Uns had played. The band was actually Swedish, but the chorus was in German. And again, the subject of the song actually predated the German Empire, but the titular line was a popular military motto for the entire span of the empire's existence right up to the end of WWII. Setting anachronism aside she stepped out to make her way down the ramp in a black uniform jacket and cap, red miniskirt, silk stockings, and a pair of knee high riding boots. She practically marched down the ramp, although let her hips sway a little too much for any self respecting soldier but that wasn't the point. Reaching the ringside she slide her feet out of the cumbersome boots before removing the heavy jacket to reveal a white Lycra tank top. Ascending the steps up to the ring corner she would look at King with a calm and austere expression before raising one slender leg to hook it over the second rope. Taking hold of the top rope with one hand she would swing herself through, almost laying herself completely horizontal between the two ropes in a motion reminiscent of a stripper working a pole. Emerging onto the mat she would silently offer her opponent a quick salute and wait for the bell to signal the start.

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King waiting patiently looking for this girl to face in the ring and see how hot she can be, curious to his beast eyes as he wanted to do many, many things to his opponents and of course planning to have his way with her if he could or even allowed, which he probably can anyway. His waiting soon be over when the girl finally shows up and now she comes out wearing pretty unique attires, something that he havent stick himself into yet. Made him chuckles when he thought about it while the girl calmly coming to the ring and getting in to face the monster himself, she does look good in that skirt and that stockings, he'll enjoy taking her apart and feeling her up, maybe she'll salute to him for his greatness.

"Well I like how you enter the ring like that, and how you look babe, but you know whats even better? You, laying down, with my foot on your chest while I pose defeated you.... sounds good?" He teased her while the beast stood to the center of the ring flexing his arms like he would show her what it looks like when he does dominate her at some point. Course once the bell rings that is, he is ready to take her on and see what he can do to her.

When the bell rings, he does his own saluting to her by rubbing his crotch for the girl showing that he want to give this to her sooner or later, as of 'respect' which King doesnt know that in his vocabulary. Hands up while glaring at the military-ish girl and thinking on what she'll do to him. "Are you going to arrest me or something little girl? Like, put me in boot camp or something for what I've done around here?" King waited for the girl to come a bit closer until he could get his hands on her shoulders, not going to push back or even using his strength to stall himself, instead he'll try to hold her still long enough while he brings his knee up to slam right at her midsection.

Bianka seemed undisturbed by King's posturing and threatening, far from intimidated she actually smiled a little. Placing her hands upon the swell of her hips she showed no fear of the package King intended for her, now or later. "Ho, don't threaten me vit a good time, boy." She spoke with a thick German accent, as one might expect. "Perhaps hy make you my foot stool, yes?"

Bianka moved cautiously once the bell had rung, advancing on her foe but not rushing into battle. Quick eyes constantly assessed and reassessed the situation forming around her. She made a first quick attempt to dart inside the beast's guard and grab him, but his reach was longer than hers by far and she was seized and received a knee to the gut for her trouble. Her body lurched from the blow with a loud grunt of pain.

Knowing she had to act quickly to avoid this becoming another steamroller she windmilled her arms attempting to knock the claws from off of her shoulders. This accomplished she would dash forward throwing herself into a short slide on her knees, almost as if she'd intended to slip fully between King's legs. But leaning back she would wrap one fist in the other hand and swing both up in what volley ball players would recognize as a "bump" straight up into... well, King's balls. She was at an obvious disadvantage here and aimed to take full advantage of the dirty tactics allowed.

"Ohhh I like your accent, kind of sexy, wonder how it sound when I.... well, you'll find out later babe." King went in going for after the sexy military girl in mostly black where he reaching for her shoulders placing his hands onto her shoulders, not gripping too hard since his hands is not meant for that other than any places on that delicious body of hers, luckily he was able to bring his knee up slamming into her gut, folding the girl over.

Just as he was about to put her in his next move she sway his hands off her shoulders quickly before she start slipping down before his hands could try grabbing her until she swings her fists right into the beast crotch smacking his jewels. "GAHHH!" King double over clutching his balls from that hard attack to the balls, he double over hunching and holding to himself, groaning at the moment and trying to not fall down to his face or anything.

A direct hit. That Summer spent playing beach volley ball had finally paid off! With the beast now looming over her kneeling figure Bianka decided that her best move was to slip fully between King's legs to escape and rise up behind him. Placing a hand upon the wounded wrestler's back she spoke in a calm and slightly mocking tone, "Zen hyu vill be happy to know, zat hy scream like a banshee during sex." In contrast to what sounded like an invitation she would leap forward, swinging a leg up for a guillotine drop to the back of King's neck. "Unf! Iz a pity hyu vill never hear it."

King growls with his balls being spike by her small fists, small enough to get between his legs and smack em forcing the large man beast double over, hurting as he tries to breath yet already feelin angry at her. "Grrrrrr....."

That accent of hers flows though the ears of his mask into his actual ears as Blanka comes around behind him and hopping over bringing down her shapely legs covered by those silky stockings pushing his head down, face slammed right onto the mat. "Gahhh!"

His head bounces, just a little due to her leg weighting down on him. Tries to reach his head while his free hand still holding his balls, hoping that he could pushes her off and clutches his face as he can. "Grrrr you're gonna.... regret this.... girl!"

Bianka was small, but pain was her hobby and she was really rather good at providing it. Without resistance she would allow herself to be shoved away from her victim, rolling away and up onto her feet. She knew that if King managed to catch her things could turn around quickly, and badly, but that was half of the fun. "Oh, hy don't think so." It came out as overconfidence, but in reality the words were derived from comfort with her own masochism.

Stepping back a few paces she watched the downed animal nursing his wounds before her. There was nothing for it but to keep up the attack while she was able, for any hesitation could result in disaster. With a quick dash forward Bianka took to the air once more, this time in a seated senton, dropping her shapely backside onto King's shoulders.

King balls feel like hes missing one of his nuts tucking in within him somewhere and now his head n body getting slammed down by her petite body landing on top of him, flatten the big monster as he tries to recover, rolling barely on his back, panting that he couldnt breath too well.

"Ugh grrrr...." King growls at her as he could see her coming at him with a jump coming down at King using her back aiming to land on him. But what she doesnt know until its too late when King brings his knees up to protect himself while still clutching his crotch, see if she'll fail badly landing her back wrong. Hopefully it connects so he could bring his hands up to reach for that sexy legs of hers and the other hand reaching for the chin to pull down, both together with his hands trying to stretching her backward while recovering as he can.

Unfortunately, very unfortunately, for Bianka she had intended to land on King in a seated position, so it wasn't her back that hit those knees. All of the woman's slight weight came down colliding her tailbone and crotch into the guarding knees. At the impact the German gave a low cry of pain before she would fall disoriented onto the beast's chest. Before she could gather recover herself or even nurse her own sore nethers her chin and thigh were seized. Still trying to reach a hand down between her legs, now scarcely able to get more than her fingertips under her skirt, she couldn't restrain a pained groan. "Shiss..."

King brings his knees up using it like a shield so that Bianka comes crashing down right on top of his dangerous knees like spike pit, landing her back right on as her delicious body laying over where his hands catches her by her shapely legs and chin to pulling her backwards over his knees, as long her hands or feet not going up to his balls at all, pulling her painfully backward as she groans out. "Hurrrgh!"

But King doesnt want to stop just to pull her petite body backward like that, he tries to roll forward to get her facing down and release the hold, hopefully he isnt having too much trouble moving around much. On his knees beside her body to keep her in place while facing her sexy legs covered by her black stockings while reaching down his one free hand reaching between the legs where he grabs her crotch and using it to pull back acting like a Boston Crab but instead, its worst, far worst, pulling while squeezing her crotch into his Iron Claw- Boston Crab style.

The crowd cheered ravenously as they watched the sexy new wrestler stretched, arching her body painfully as she was held up for all to see. In spite of the pain she surely felt Bianka didn't seem terribly upset by her situation, her face showing only focus, breathes forceful and clipped, and the sounds she made more like reluctant moans of pleasure than agony.

Rolled onto her stomach she would try to rise, but King's bulk easily held her down squishing her firm breasts flat against the mat in a most uncomfortable fashion. A soft cry slipped past her lips as the man's hand took a tight hold of her soft, warm womanhood and began to pull. Her back was arched back again, her skirt fell upwards revealing her black satin panties crushed in King's grip. As her pussy grew wet, gradually soaking through her panties, she grunted in a more controlled fashion not giving in to the pain or her masochistic pleasure. She did the only thing she could to even attempt to escape this hold, she tried to place her stocking foot against the arm that held her crotch and pushed hard trying to force him to release, even if she lost her panties in the process.