Killer King vs. Krystyna Afineevsky

Match Type: Standard, No Disqualification.
Winning Condition: Pinfall, Submission or Knockout

Exposing yourself to wholly foreign situations and relying on your wits and adaptability to acclimate to your new environment was one of the more fundamental elements of espionage that Krystyna had hammered into her subconscious from her initial training days. Advancing down the fluorescent lit hallway towards the gorilla position of a jam-packed wrestling arena while on her way to perform for an entire audience of clamoring hyenas, Krys pondered if this was what her military instructors had in mind when they were trying to drill all those endless rules into her thick head...dismissing the thought with a shrug of her shoulders as she approached the entrance curtains.

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Pitch blackness enveloped the arena, save for the sparkling lights from cell phone cameras, before disturbing and apocalyptic images of an irradiated Chernobyl flashed on the expansive Titantron screen. Eerie Russian vocals and deafening industrial metal boomed from the speakers and contributed to the morose atmosphere before the Emerald Viper calmly waltzed out from behind the curtain. Right off the bat, Krys' skin tight leather vest and leggings earned her a small fanbase as she maintained commanding her stroll down the ramp. An ice-cold glare of her emerald eyes towards the darkened masses on her left and right. Though the closer she came to the ring the more difficult it was to suppress a sly grin at the side of her lips, the overwhelming rush of being the absolute center of attention catering to her thrill-seeking side quite nicely...

Once at ringside and suddenly overcome with the desire for sensual theatricality, Krys would make a quick dash before sliding under the bottom rope. But after her sliding maneuver, Krys would rise to her knees and teasingly trail her gloved hands from her sexy thighs to the curvature of her chest until they rested on the zipper on the front of her outfit. Playing with the imagination of every red-blooded man in attendance as she unzipped the first few clicks down towards her partially revealed cleavage...only to zip back up and climb to her feet to the disappointed groans of the worked up crowd.

Sauntering to her corner with her theme having faded away and the arena now illuminated, Krys climbed up and rested lackadaisically on the top rope with her arm on the turnbuckle propping her head up. Awaiting her first opponent, someone she requested to face personally when she inquired as to who was the most fearsome beast on the Tension roster…

King getting another pleasant surprised that someone out there requested to face the biggest, baddest, more deadliest Tension roster in history, Killer King! His reputation is soaring far higher and farther than he expected, its a good thing too cause he would LOVE to crushed any ladies in his path adding them to his hit list which continues to grow more and more, newer to older girls who first face him and rematch with him, either way he continues to dominate and growing more powerful than ever.

But this particular person is new to the wrestling ring, this wrestling arena and everyone around her, and whats great about it? King starting to be known for defeating opponents whos facing King as their first opponent, King claimed to be 'Newbie Killer', defeating opponents in their first match ever, humiliating them front of everyone, King is ready to give her a taste of that.

After her introduction coming out to the ring waiting for him, its his turn to come out and play with his next toy, his next victim. Coming out on stage with his music playing, nothing too fancy to get noticed by anyone, just his appearances is enough to get everyone booing at the giant monster. King is wearing his black wrestling boots, dark red trunks and signature black leopard mask, on stage flexing his large muscles slightly dark tanned skin showing off to everyone then pointing at the blonde waiting for him to meet up face to face.

He eventually walking down the ramp and getting closer to the ring, grabbing the ropes to pull himself up to step in the square circle, in his corner glaring at the girl which shes wearing very sexy outfit, King likes what he sees and can imaging what he could put her in. King didnt stay in the corner for long, thinking his own way and stepping out to come to the center, arms crossing front his chest showing all the muscles around his body, smirking though she couldnt see, but his body expression is showing he is still checking her out. "Mmmmm, fresh meat, cant wait to try you out babe."

Propped precariously along the top rope while she gazed at the entrance ramp with subdued interest while the purported Killer Of Kings pointed her way and began stomping his way down the ramp, Krys thought back on when she made her request towards the two booking officials to face the most fearsome competitor Tension could toss her way. After looking at each other and rolling their eyes from what she surmised was a frequent request, in unison they mentioned this husky brawler known as Killer King. Their pleas for her to reconsider only further piqued her interest, resolute in her seemingly suicidal decision.

Her reasoning was fairly simple. That if she was able to break the unbreakable in this league of muscle bound, macho headcases that it would be concrete proof her combat readiness in terms of her espionage training to the fools in Moscow and that she was all cleared to proceed with her training. A mission completed in record timing in her book, the Emerald Viper eager to squash the doubts of her chauvinistic instructors back in the Spetsnaz.

Though the closer he approached the more Krys could see just what she had signed herself up for, his rippling muscles and leopard headgear certainly gave her a feeling of impending danger. Sending a shiver up her spine from the encroaching threat that she found utterly intoxicating. Krys hopped off her perch to fearlessly approach the towering man-beast in the center of the ring, folding her own arms in front of her sumptuous chest as she glared into the leopard mask staring her down...or is it a cheetah mask?

"Mmm, Zorry, kitty...but I'm afraid...I muzt break you...*chuckle*...I've alvays been vanting to say zat." Krystyna quipped with her noticeable Russian inflection, quite literally laughing in the face of danger. "Besidez...Zis meat has gone rotten~..." With the bell ringing soon after her recklessly brave rebuttal, Krys would shoot her hands behind the leopard? mask of Killer King and intertwine her fingers to pull his head down before attempting to deliver a piercing and gut busting knee strike to the King's bread basket.

This girl looking more amazing as he gets closer and closer to his prey, from the looks of her emerald greenish looking eyes, she doesnt seems to be scared of his looks, his size, his muscles, not even his evil aura phases her at all, thats a good thing, then she doesnt have to run scared chicken shit like most people would be, afraid to get defeated by the beast, and this girl have enough guts to take him head on, will see how tough she really is.

When King getting up close to her, looking down at that hot blonde face, then down to her amazing busts, then her exotic voice coming out of her sweet mouth, she sounded very sexy just telling him how she would want to break him and being all clever, King starting to like this girl a lot, enough he would love to totally destroy and humiliate her front of everyone tonight.

"Heh well I love your sexy voice girl, you should really put your mouth where it belongs....." she should of course get what he was saying and by the time the bell rings, she suddenly rushes right at him and catches his head and bring her hard knee right to his gut. "Uhhhhh!" Course King pulled down and over front of her as she holds his head with her knee hits his stomach, King gonna strike back at her!

The beast growls while shes up this close to him, and assuming his head is pressing up against her busty breasts, he would ball up his fists and swing each one uppercut to her lovely midsection, her stomach! Sending his right then left then right then back to left big fists to her stomach. "Hurrr hurrr hurrr hurrr!"

Capitalizing on the brief distraction the ringing bell may have given her, and from noticing that the feline head case was eyeing her down like the lecherous meat head she thought he was, Krys' opening gambit worked out perfectly. The Emerald Viper clasping her hands behind his masked head and delivering the first strike of the match by plowing her pointed knee into the King's muscled abs. Tilting his head down brought his frozen face into the blackened leather surrounding her sumptuous chest, intending to offer him a more pleasing peek at her bust as another distraction before rearing her leg back for another knee strike.

"Hugh!!...Nngh!!..." Or at least that was the intended plan of attack, before King started laying burly strikes into her slim and exposed abdomen. Krys clenched her teeth to suppress the strained groans from having her gut tenderized like this, her lithe frame jerking back with each gut churning punch. Her grip on the back of King's head and on her control of the match was loosening as a result. The Emerald Viper knew better than to allow this to continue, snarling angrily before attempting one more knee strike into King's own abs before relinquishing her hold and backpedaling to lay against the ropes behind her. Cradling her battered stomach with a wincing expression as she put some distance between them...

King's abs doesnt hurt as much as what it seems even when her knees strikes him several times, but hes a big bad man and can handle it no problem,, but he doesnt want to let her slide just to give him few hits, he wanted to repay her with his own, even more powerful fists coming up to uppercut right to her stomach, knocking some winds out of her yet she still holding onto his head knowing that took it pretty hard and he likes it.

"Ughhh, tough chick arent you?!" After he punished her stomach with his hard punches, she would go in to strike his abs one more time but thats when King goes in for another counter attack! He tries to stop her from going anywhere by moving his hands to her legs, on the thighs and giving it a push to lift her up off the mat, holding her up like some ballet to the extreme! Showing off his impressive strength until he could try pull her down, pulling her legs apart as he kneel down front of her, dropping this blonde right on his knee between her legs, impact with her sexy crotch! "Hows...... this?!"

The size difference between the sultry spy and King was hard to miss when she found herself standing tall before him. Leading a more conventionally minded secret agent to focus on putting her natural speed and agility to her advantage in wearing down the brute. Which was perhaps one of the reasons her combat instructors kept giving her failing grades, the Emerald Viper always preferring the daredevil approach instead. In this case doing the exact opposite and getting in close to plow her knee into Kings gut in the hopes that it would wind the brute and take him off his game...

...which she would regret to report, did not. Instead it only seemed to rile up the beast something fierce as he wailed away into her stomach with those left and rights. Though before she could bead a hasty retreat, her heart skipped from the feeling of her own retaliatory knee strike being stopped dead in it's tracks. Attempting to pull her leg back from his hands would get her nowhere, the Emerald Viper gasping outright from the sudden elevation by the grip on her smooth thighs. Her widened, emerald eyes scanned her heightened surroundings in shock before King would jam his knee into her crotch in the devastating atomic drop.

"AAAAH!!!" Immediately bouncing off his waiting knee, Krys would pivot in place and stagger forward on wobbly legs before collapsing to her knees. The visceral pain coursing throughout her nethers encompassed the entirety of her thoughts as her hands cupped and massaged her battered sex, shutting her eyes tightly while she hunched over herself and the audience letting their sympathetic groans be heard.

King isnt gonna let this girl win by any chance, super rare for anyone to defeat him in his opponent first match, maybe one or two person that got away from King yet never rematch with him, but this girl will surely be his next victim and will add her to his 'hit list', being all sexy and looks like a superheroine of some sort, maybe its a new kink for King to enjoy playing with.

She didnt do what she was expecting to do, using her knee to strike at the beast but only able to get caught by his hands to lifting her up high above him, before dropping her down on his knee right between her legs crushing her soft n sore little crotch. He watches her bounces off his knee before dropping down clutching herself, made him chuckles a little as he slowly approaching the downed n poor girl... "Whats the matter.... Krys--ta..... I'll just call you Krys.... hurt doesnt it?"

The beast come stepping closer front of her and reaching down under her body and sliding his massive hands under her outfit, grabbing both of her amazingly large and smooth milky looking breasts, giving her a lift up off her knees and off the mat, lifting the girl high as he tries to hanging her in the air by her breasts while squeezing those melons, doesnt want her breasts to pop out, yet, but can show to the world how large and lovely the two moons are. "MMMM!"

Clutching her aching crotch and muttering incomprehensible Russian obscenities that the censors didn't need to *bleep* out anyway, the Emerald Viper was hardly 2 minutes into her first Tension match and she was already brought to her knees from the crippling pain. Krystyna seethed through gnashing teeth from the frustration of being made to look like a fool by this muscle bound cat-man, already pummeling her into a fetal position before the crowd could even get comfortable in their seats.

Krys glared right back up toward the towering King when she noticed his ominous shadow blocking out the rooflights above. Forced to endure his condescending taunting, but thankfully not forced to endure the neanderthal's attempt to pronounce her rather common Russian name. Any comeback she could think of wouldn't have gotten much traction anyway considering she was still struggling to regulate her breathing again.

"Vat are you-H-Hey!!-" Raising one of arms to defend her head when she saw King bend down towards her, Krys yelped from the feeling of King's massive hands groping her voluptuous breasts. The kneading grip on her supple chest through her leather vest was how King had chosen to bring her back to her feet, suppressing her pained moans during the ascent while both of her hands grasped at Kings wrists. Cringing in embarrassment from being hauled up by her tits like this, the instant King would attempt to hoist her upward both of her hands would reach out to attempt a severe eye rake through his cheetah? mask.

King wanted to play with this sexy blond with his sick intention on having his fun in every way he could possibly can, already gotten ahead of himself doing what he loves to do, domination. This girl looks just as fun to dominate as much as other girls he have faced, shes not much different at all except the rare accent that he gets to hear from.

Slowly approaching the hottest girl tonight, looking down over her while she clutching over her sex, he reaches his massively large hands onto her ample breasts, giving it a good firm squeeze and shortly gripping tight to lift her up trying to hoist her off the mat by her melons, showing he have no mercy to anyone.

"How'd you like it----- GAH!" As he was about to lift her up high above him, he didnt expected her hands to come out at his black leopard mask and gouging her fingers into the mask, right over his eyes to rake it, screaming out in pain as he lets her go, only wishes his hands were full to protect himself, he was staggered back and clutching over his face, trying to ease the pain and cure the temporarily blindness. "Damnit!"