Killer King vs. Krystyna Afineevsky

Krys pondered the hierarchical repercussions of taming King in her debut match, and whether that meant adopting a monarchical title of some kind. *Queen Afineevsky...Killer Queen...Hmm, that could work...* What was initially a ludicrous passing fancy was becoming more appealing as she reflected on it, though if it meant having to wrestle in a ridiculous cat mask of some kind then that would be an immediate deal breaker.

The variations of her newly acquired regal moniker were flashing through her mind as she struggled to apply the complex but nevertheless effective sleeperhold. King's burly physique was making the application of the maneuver somewhat of an issue, the fellow agents she practiced this move on back home never having biceps the size of her head. Her own frustration at the hampered application was written all over her face, King's sudden ascension definitely giving rise to concern as she found herself riding piggyback atop the lumbering cat man.

"Stay down!!" Krys screeched right into his feline ear, only at the vary last second contemplating raking his eyes once more before King's massive paw clawed into her blonde locks and situated her jawline atop his broad shoulder. Snarling her teeth from fruitlessly attempting to yank her cranium free, the Emerald Viper was taken for a brief ride in the high jump before her jaw was slammed down upon in the crunching stunner. The echoing impact sounding akin to a shotgun blast as Krys rebounded back to her feet for a hazy look at the pretty pretty houselights before teetering over like a falling tree and collapsing to her back with just as much grace.

King's maneuver did exactly as it's name would suggest, leaving the Emerald Viper splayed out with only a fleeting recollection of what the hell just hit her. Grumbling those familiar Russian obscenities once more, at the moment Krys was too disoriented to even open her eyes, scrunching them closed from her hazy vision.

Involuntary twitches aside, the most noticeable movement one could ascertain from Krystyna was her heaving chest, soon afterward pressed down upon by King's groping hand. Krys may have lost all sense of her equilibrium at the moment, but she recognized the dooming sound of a pin count being slapped against the canvas. Jostled back to her senses in time to recognize the pin attempt, Krys would twist her torso to the side and raise her shoulder enough to interrupt the three count. King's exceedingly slow crawl towards her having given her that much more time to recoup from the stunner.

"...дерьмо" Flipping over to her front with a hand massaging her bruised jaw, (for real this time, unlike before when she was mocking King), Krys' would groggily attempt to ascend to her hand and knees. Though her progression would be tragically slow-paced, the Emerald Viper forcefully blinking her eyes to solidify the fuzzy images and lights dancing around her.

Krys' well honed instincts as an infiltration specialist never failed her when it came to sensing impending danger. Though with as ominous a presence as her feline opponent had, little expertise was needed to be aware of the threat standing over her at this moment. Cringing at the massive hand clenching her blonde locks and yanking her up by her burning scalp, Krys grasped at the wrist of the imposing cat man as she was hoisted back to her feet.

"...If...ze mood...suits me..." Snarling out her defiant response to King's rhetorical question being hoarsely uttered right into her ear, Krys' rattled sensibilities from the earlier stunner prevented her from fighting back against whatever King had planned. She wouldn't even be granted the time to chuckle at her own quip before King would cross her own arm against her scrunched up face and cup the back of her neck in the dreaded cobra clutch submission maneuver.

"Hugh!!" Choking out pained gasps immediately upon it's application, the Emerald Viper extended her free hand towards the nearest ropes in a vain attempt to escape the hold as quickly as possible. A hope snuffed out once King started embarrassingly swinging her left and right like a rag doll in his massive arms, nearly tripping over her own feet were it not for King holding her up. The dizzied and increasingly drained viper's extended arm would gradually grow more and more limp as time went on, her labored breaths indicating her waning energy once the disorienting swinging motions had ceased...

By the time King had finally ceased flinging her around in the vicious chokehold, Krystyna was about ready to collapse to her knees if her beastly opponent had released her. The lack of oxygen reaching her head was already giving her an increasingly fuzzy perception of the world around her, but it was compounded tenfold by her beastly opponent jostling her back and forth.

Planted back on her feet with the world still spinning around her, Krys's disoriented sensibilities would barely even register her arm being tucked away and the entangling of their legs until the hold was already tightly synched in. "Gaaaha!!" Krys cried out from the torqued stretching of her abs, the side of her cheek pushed against King's forearm as she moaned in pain. The masked brawler's sweaty and muscled physique was bearing down on her from behind as she vainly struggled to unhook herself, preventing any slim chance of shuffling towards the ropes.

"..N-nyet!!" Krys snarled out her refusal to submit once the referee started to constantly badger her for a submission, the leather jumpsuit clad spy neglecting to consider if the ref even has the slightest understanding of the Russian language. The Emerald Viper scrunched her face as her toned midsection was stretched to it's limits. A slow building round of applause from the audience was urging some semblance of resistance from her, though at the moment Krys was too drained from the cobra clutch to think of a way to break free...

From being deprived of air and outright strangled in a Cobra Clutch, to having her abs stretched stiff in a Cobra Twist, Krys couldn't help but realize that the muscle bound brawler was transitioning from one snake themed submission to another. An unsettling coincidence considering that her codename was the Emerald Viper, though whether it was a coincidence or merely King's demented sense of humor was a question that may never be properly answered.

Every pressured twist King emphatically brought to bear in the submission hold made Krys cringe from the pain on her sleek abdominals, her endurance being drained as she frantically struggled to formulate any way of countering the manuever aside from a rope break. Which was currently a pipe dream considering how insufferably far the ropes were and how massively heavy this perverted cat man was.

"Nngh..." Krys' tortured frame relaxed and loosened up once King transitioned her into a Dragon Sleeper, her neck tugged back and fastened tightly in the crook of his sweaty muscled arm. Though no sooner was she given the fleeting glimpse of the houselights above did she feel the lecherous brawler's hand attempt to shuffle inside her leather vest to feel her up. Red-faced with embarassment from Kings nigh constant fixation with fondling her chest, Krys would grit her teeth and and unload several elbow strikes into his ribs in between her fervent attempts to stomp her foot down on Kings boot. Anything to break free and breath again...if it worked...