Killer King vs. Krystyna Afineevsky

Much to her absolute disgust, the squeezing grip that King had on Krys' leather-clad orbs was acting as more than just an utterly demeaning way to get the secret agent out of her prostrating position. Her suppressed moans stemmed not just from the pain but from the shameful arousal of having her plentiful bosom massaged and kneaded in between his fingers. By the time Krys was mercilessly hauled back to her feet by the imposing King there were already hints of a blushing red hue on her scrunched up face that she prayed wouldn't be noticed by the lecherous cat-man.

Through sheer panic driven luck, Krystyna had managed to jam her fingers into the eye sockets of King's leopard? mask and cause enough retinal trauma to have him release the Emerald Viper mid-lift. Stumbling and backpedaling with both of her arms cradling her chest, Krys saw this as an opportunity to either capitalize on his blindness or finally get the reprieve she desperately needed back when she took those fierce gut punches to her abdomen...

...the lingering pain in her crotch helped make that decision for her. The Emerald Viper backpedaling in humble retreat until her back rested against the corner. Now hunched over slightly and taking deep breaths to reassess her options, but never letting her vengeful, emerald eyes off of King for one second...not even while the ref was off to her sides badgering her about the illegal eye rake.

King was doing great with his large hands squeezing the juice of her busty breasts and feeling all soft even with her leathery suit covering barely half of her tits, easily hanging her in the air as she struggles but only temporarily until her damn fingers got into his eyes and rake it down, roaring out loud and letting her go so he can cover his face and tries to rub his eyes to ease the pain, but without removing his mask is quite difficult to do.

"SHIT!" cursing himself that he should of been a little more serious, but it was just too tempting to play with her body like that, gotta have his hands on her breasts at some point of time. Now he did and pay for the price for messing with her, harder to see with his eyes shut and can feel the ropes behind him, leaning against it and just angry about the eye rake.

Eventually, he would pushes himself away from the ropes and stumbling blindly forward opposite from the ropes, though not sure if he is walking straight to the other side or changing direction to the turnbuckles, either way, his lack of sights will make him harder to find the girl for sure. "WHERE ARE YOU?!"

Disqualification or not, the increasingly tempting decision to hurl the referee over the top ropes and onto the Spanish announcers table may have been worth the anticlimactic conclusion to her inaugural match if she had to continue to be chastised for the blatant eye raking one second longer. Krys' combat training stressed gaining the upper advantage by any means necessary, and in this particularly bizarre case that meant targeting the beast man's vision. Somewhere that even this muscled neanderthal couldn't strengthen no matter how many dead weights he lifted.

Retreating to her corner to give herself time to recover was evidently the wiser tactical maneuver, Krys raising an eyebrow to King's staggering and seemingly drunken steps. Watching him fumbling with the eye sockets on his mask and outright roaring his guts out demanding her location clued Krys in to how dire his situation was. His beastly cheetah? mask preventing him from addressing his temporary blindness, the Emerald Viper apparently finally finding some manner of luck in this match.

With her back already pressed against one of the corners, Krys would grasp the top ropes on both sides and ascend the turnbuckle while maintaining spiteful eye contact on the blinded and stumbling beast man. Perching herself atop the top turnbuckle while hunched over like a gargoyle, the Emerald Viper studied Kings movements to best anticipate where he would step next. Staying dead silent until the beast man would turn his shoulder in her direction, Krys then propelling herself forward with her legs coiled before extending them outward for a stealth missile dropkick to King's frozen face.

King just growling and shouting while his eyes is blinded from the vicious rake, it just making it worst for the beast unable to see where he is going or even where his opponent hiding, both ways isnt in his favor at all. Continuing to figure out where the girl is is like needle in a haystack.

Not much he could really do until his eyes recovering and once his eyes fully recover, that bitch is gonna feel the full world of pain, using her whatever he like and thinking everything he could think of putting the girl in. Not until suddenly he gets a surprise hit to the face, even with greater impact that knocked the beast right off his feet and down on the mat.

"UGH!" a thunderous landing from King as he lay there, groaning from the hit, rolling side by side while holding his face, he would slowly trying to find something, most likely the ropes, to grab and pulling himself closer hoping to pull up to his feet, growling that girl is getting on his nerves. "Grrrr... where are you?! Hitting the blind guy huh?!"

With the amount of coiled up force that Krystyna had implanted into King's leopard? mask with her unseen missile dropkick, the Emerald Viper was half expecting his mask to be propelled off his face and be sent into the second row seats. Unluckily for any fan looking to procure a rather invaluable souvenir, that would not be the case and Krys would have to settle with the satisfying feeling of knocking the hulking beast man off his feet with the underside of her boots.

"Nnn..." Landing on her thonged rear after having successfully made contact, Krys winced slightly from the abrupt crash but was all smiles once again after seeing the once proud King blindly rolling away while shielding his furry face. Whatever minuscule amount of sympathy Krys may have potentially had towards King going into this match was thoroughly expunged after barely spending three minutes in his presence. Now she only felt the overwhelming desire to have him leave this ring on a stretcher and perhaps help herself to that feline mask as her own trophy...

The Emerald Viper remained as quiet as a church mouse so as not to give away her positioning or give him a clue as to where she was approaching from next. Though once King would raise himself up to one knee, the coiled snake would strike by sprinting forward and landing on the back of his head to straddle his neck over the middle rope.

"Vat better time is zere to strike zan ven you're target is at zere veakest?!" Krys delightedly yelled as she bounced against the back of his head repeatedly to further choke out the wretched cat man against the tethered rope, pinching away at his vulnerable windpipe.

King trying to recover from the blindness but her dropkick out of nowhere not helping at all, taking down blindly trying to figure out where the hell is she and hoping to recover as soon as he can. He can feel himself reaching for the ropes using to support himself up on his feet until he was about halfway, suddenly a soft yet heavy pressure of weighting down on his back of the neck, that blonde must of jumping on him! "GAHHH!"

She decided to riding on the beast like some pony, growling like an angry beast, but unable to shake her off as shes enjoying messing him up in this situation, gagging to breath with his throat weighting down on the rope, he tries to grab the middle rope hoping to push and catch a breather. "Nghhhh!"

"Ughhh.... you're going down... ughhh! You know that?!" He isnt sure if he'll shake her off his back, surely he guess shes using the ropes to hold herself still on him, but he still tries to pushes her off as he could.

The amount of fire Krys was playing with wasn't entirely lost on the Emerald Viper, knowing full well the world of pain that was in store for her should King regain any semblance of momentum in this match. In actuality, it was that fear that compelled her to be as unrelenting as possible while the advantage was hers. Not to say that she didn't derive immense satisfaction from riding the burly cat man like a bucking bronco while choking the ever loving shit out of him.

"Tch..." Krys scoffed from King's abrupt interruption of her choking backseat riding by forcefully pushing herself up by him grasping the middle ropes. Krys awkwardly stepped back while the referee went between her and King to try and initiate some sort of break in the action and give King room to breathe. A futile endeavor, as the Emerald Viper aggressively shoved the ref to the side and stomped towards the kneeling King with killer intent written on her scowling visage.

"RAGH!!" With a blood curdling scream to emphasize how much she thoroughly despised King, the irate Russian would rear her toned leg back and attempt to plaster the fallen king with an emphatic punt square to the frozen jaw on his mask.

King is in no position to get himself out from her riding like a cowgirl on his neck, choking and pressuring his throat as he tries to pushes her off but it was no use, she was definitely holding onto the ropes to make it much harder for him to buck her off, though her ruthless abuse on his throat will see eased when the referee pulls her off him.

Though it didnt take long for her to come back at the beast who is coughing to breath only to get a surprise hard punt to the jaw, right under his black leopard mask. "GAH!" He rolled himself out of the ropes and clutching under his jaw, light growling and bit of kicking, the girl is just as rough as he is, deep inside he like that kind of woman but much deeper in, he hates to be on this side!

One hand holding his jaw as the other around his throat, both just hurting so much as that blond really got him good, he will give her twice the pain she so deserve, he would turn his head to look at her seeing that Krys with his angry glare of the beast. "Grrrr.... ugh.... cough.... bitch...."

The resounding smack heard around the world earned a sympathetic groan from the stunned audience, a testament to how vicious the kick must have been if it elicited any form of sympathy for King of all people. The predatory glare that the beast man shot her was was received with cold indifference towards his presumably swollen jaw, the Emerald Viper bending forward over him while rubbing her own jaw in mock pity.

"Aww...Does ze kitty have a boo-boo?" Krystyna pouted in an infantile inflection before snagging one of his muscled arm and twisting at an angle while also intertwining her arm behind his back. For all of her contempt for the herculean feline, Krys was exemplifying the exact same level of dirty tactics and sadistic relentlessness that King was famously infamous for.

"Hmm...once I dethrone ze King, I wonder if zat vould make me a Queen?" Krys coyly pondered. With King already on his hands and knees, Krys would lay her sultry frame atop his back and coil her other arm around his recently choked out neck and interlock her hands together for an attempted cross face chicken wing. The Emerald Viper heartlessly constricting the airflow in his already damaged windpipe in the one armed sleeperhold.

King throat and jaw both hurts like hell, and like a heel she is, shes doing a great job if he were to compliment the blond sadist, but no, the beast is actually quite upset at the turn of event, not used to getting dominated by someone even by her smaller frame than his own, the beast throat isnt the issue at the moment but his jaw, being kicked pretty hard used as a football doesnt feel good by the slightest.

Eventually, Krys comes around to taunt the monstrous beast and grabbing his muscular arm to twist behind him while she rides on his back once again but locking him up into her submission hold, back again going for his throat like trying to choke him out. "Nghhhh!"

The man beast wasnt quite ready after his throat was getting messed up, now she wanted to choke him out, blocking his airway to breath, the bitch needs to go down! He grunt trying to pushes himself up with little bit of strengths he have left. He hope to reach over his shoulder to grab the blond hair of Krys to pull her head forward with her jaw onto his shoulder, thats where the beast tries to jump or hop, however people see him do, to drop down with his legs out and sit-out to give Krys a hard impact to her jaw into his Stunner!