Killer King vs. Krystyna Afineevsky

There was a cruel and sadistic grin spread over Krys' face after cruelly stomping down on King's sore manhood, backpedaling away to fully appreciate the sight of having the wounded King languishing in pain. The sheer exhaustion of contending with the brute and being put through the ringer the last few minutes was making her pant heatedly, sweating enough for her to slowly lower the zipper on her vest midway down her sweat coated chest. The teasing act generating catcalls and cheers from the audience who interpreted it as Krys' signature gesture of her intention to end the match...

Stomping over towards the timekeeper's table, Krys shoved and intimated any officials out of her way as she "borrowed" what was the most blunt object she could find....namely the ring bell itself. She grasped the bell by it's wooden plate and made her way back towards the prone King curled up into a ball and nursing his junk. A devious smile spread across her face as she allowed her prey time to raise himself back into a seated position, patiently biding her time a few feet ahead of him before taking off and attempting to home-run hit King square in his masked face with the metal ring bell.

The beast clutching onto his balls since the girl just brutally stomped down on it, hurts like hell and everyone just witnessing up so close seeing the beast withering in pain. But majority, vast majority is watching Krys teasing everyone with her zipper coming down to show more skins and every man and some girls, wanted to see her bare breasts just waiting to burst out of her tight leathery suit.

Not aware that his opponent going with all the whistling since he was so focus clutching his nuts, and not sure where she is going until he felt like time is so long almost feels she disappeared or hiding or something, at least he got a bit of time to recover and slowly to move his body until he could get back up on his feet, still hurting of course.

"Grrrr.... where.... the hell.... is she?" He finally got up only in a kneeling position, trying to scan the area to find the girl only to locate Krys and meets her iron bell that clank right across his face that knocked him down laying on the floor, spread eagle as he would seems to be knocked out but unknown due to his beast mask on, for sure though, everyone that is close did hear the metal hits and King down, only his chest moving as he breathes.

Biding her time for the most opportune moment to strike, Krys patiently lurked out of Kings field of vision before reeling back and smashing in his frozen face mask. Normally the metallic clanging of the ring bell signaled the official ending of the match, though in this case it was more of an unofficial ending of the match given how King was rocked and knocked senseless by the blow.

Krys sauntered back towards the maniacal King to look down at him with a fiendish smile, nonchalantly flipping the now slightly dented ring bell off to the side.

...Though her cocky expression diminished when she realized that now she had the woeful job of hauling this muscled imbecile back inside the ring. Groaning at her own lack of forethought that was costing her precious time, Krys would begrudgingly clasp the back of Kings masked and exhaust herself further by lifting him back into a seated position. After clenching the waist band on the back of his spandex tights, Krys huffed and groaned from given the monumental task of heaving the knocked out feline back on his feet and shoving him back under the bottom ropes. Krys slinked in afterward, draped herself atop him and hooked one of his legs in the air to put an official end to this match.

"1!"

King is laid out on the floor after his head, thick skull of his took a pretty hard clang by the hard metal large bell that took him down, laying there breathing slowly and throbbing in his head, hurting so much, if Krys could see his actual eyes would be closed and being very still.

Wasnt sure whats going on other than hearing the people chanting her that she did pretty brutal move that no one havent done so far yet, yet. He soon have his body being pulled so much until he gets on the ring apron and rolling his body under the bottom ropes until he fully inside the ring so his opponent can cover him pulling his legs for the pinfall.

Though all the efforts she pulling him in the ring does have him recover a little bit of stamina and regaining his sense, barely waking up until he notices the match is still going as the crowd is counting down for Krys pinning him, already passed one and now up to.......... "2!"

King taking a deep breath and tries to turn his body over to kick out right after the two count so he can at least feel the ease that he wouldnt get fully pinned down, if he could kick out before the full count of three, he would lay there still recovering from the hard noggin to the skull. "Unnnn...."

The apprehensive tension in the air was palpable as the referee initiated the pin count with every living soul in attendance counting aloud right along with her. Kry's battered frame ached from the ongoing punishment and fatigue she was coping with, exerting even more energy when she had to haul her muscled adversary into the ring. The Emerald Viper draped her back atop his well-defined pecs while lifting his dangling leg in the air. Krys shut her eyes and smiled towards the ceiling as she could taste the sweetest of victories seconds away...all before King would dash her hopes by just barely lifting his shoulder off the mat to an immense groan of disappointment.

"Twooooo!!!" The referee barked at the time keeper with his fingers in the air, that same timekeeper not even sure the bell would sound the same after what Krys had done to it.

The Emerald Viper herself would be jostled from her perch to a seated position right next to him, exhaustively slumped forward with her gloved hands digging into her blonde locks. Preparing to pull out a few strands from how agonizingly close she was to dethroning this king. She knew her options were dwindling the further this match progressed, fully aware that she didn't have the energy to make another comeback if King regained his momentum.

"Fine zen....let's get you back up so I can knock you back down..." Krys snarled as she wearily got back to her own feet, bending down to clasp the back of his leopard? mask to guide him up as well.

King body is even more heavier than usual, mostly his brain isnt able to control his body except when he was able to kick out before the final count, he was thankful but still throbbing in his skull. It truly doesnt look good for him at all as he tries to recover from the pinfall, from the bell clock his skull, just pretty much everything going on right now, he thought he got this in the bag but at the end, right now, he is just getting so close but with her a bit ahead of him.

He grows hearing her taunting him as King is being pulled up by his head, his mask, being force to turn over and getting up on his knee. Panting and sweating during this whole match as he feels is near the end, for her! Moving his hands up to her ample busts, just to get one last feel before he can completely dominate her for good. Trying to firmly or not, on her busts and shove her hard to the ropes, so when she bounces back at him, he is ready to stun the bitch with his closed fist and going to aim right at her stomach to double over for him.

"GRRR!.... Gonna.... mess you up Krys!" He growl loudly at her just as he would shove her hard as he could while still down on his knee.

With Krys dragging King up to his feet by the scruff of his feline mask, the prospect of an unknown rookie pulling off the upset win of the year was now becoming a feasible reality. The Emerald Viper was in control for the majority of the match, but when she was, her strikes were vicious and tactics were methodical. King's slackened and limp posture indicated just how great a toll the match was taking on him. And Krys was hardly in any better shape. Sweat stung her eyes as she groaned in exertion from once again having to haul the feline brawler upwards once more.

King was a heavy and lumbering shell of who he once was, and Krys took great delight in being the one to have brought him to this miserable state. But once back on one knee King took the opportunity to shove the Emerald Viper harshly away and cop yet another feel in the process. The impromptu shove propelled Krys backward with enough momentum to have her stumble back and bounce off the nearby ropes.

Krys' combative and daredevil instincts overrode her sense of self-preservation as she maintained that momentum at a quickened pace back towards King, the burly pervert having gotten back to his wobbly feet at this point. Sprinting headlong into imminent danger with a feral gleam in her eye, Krys would take to the air and whirl in one 360 degree motion before extending her leg out for an attempt at her corkscrew enzuigiri finisher, Tupolev Blackjack!

King can feel his body just getting sore all over from the rough match between each other and she was tough but not as tough as he is, knowing that he can handle her once he gets his strength and grounding back, then he can show her how deadly the monster beast he is. The way he is now pretty much under her heel just waiting to be put out but the beast still strong and hoping to continue to fight back until he gets his chance, can feel his head being pulled up as he brings his hands up to her amazing busts to pushes her back away from him, getting some space.

Her breasts were soft and squishy, could easily use it to hang her in the air to make her scream from the agonizing pain. King pushes her hard to the ropes so he can slowly get back on his feet but what he didnt see and was too late, she comes back at him and does her amazing corkscrew and kick out her knee straight to the weaken skull of his that snaps the beast head to the side before flopping down to the mat in spread eagle that made everyone in the arena go 'ohhhhhh!'

King took the fatal blow that knocked him out and laying on the mat, breathing slowly while his arms and legs spread out showing sign that it really took a major effect, all is there now is just waiting for him to recover.

The energizing adrenaline coursing through her veins made the moment seem as if it was going in an entirely different level of slow motion, even whilst spinning in place. Her seething distaste for this lumbering oaf compelled her to push forward rather than go on the defensive or attempt to counter whatever he had planned upon her return to the center of the ring. Not that she had the stamina to do either at the moment. She only desired to imprint the side of her leather boot against his thick cranium, and with one absolutely sickening thud echoing throughout the arena...her desire had come to fruition.

Krys collapsed to her hands and knees after her devastating corkscrew kick felled the beast man, the audience sounding off in slack-jawed amazement at what was transpiring. The most vicious predator in Tension was seemingly rendered unconscious while the leather-clad secret agent was struggled to straighten herself back up. The manuever was slightly dizzying and therefore disorienting, but tilting her head to witness Kings defeated state set the world straight once more.

Krys immediately and hungrily pounced upon the prone King and curled him over himself with her arm hooked behind both his knees in a double leghook pin. Practically every soul in attendance shouted out and counted along with the referee as she initiated the pin count. The Emerald Viper scrunched her face and stuck her thonged butt in the air as she leveraged the entirety of her weary body into the pin attempt. This was it. She had nothing left to give. After this...there would be no other chance for her to put this detestable behemoth away...none.

"1!"

King laying there spread eagle from getting a hard kick to his skull which was soften up pretty much a lot all thanks to her equalizer that make it much more easiler for Krys. Laying on the mat just completely knocked out by her vicious kick, not aware that she gets on top of him to cover the man beast into a pin and hooking both his heavy log like legs hooking him over,

The first countdown which everyone is counting down along with the referee as Krys is going for the win over the monstrous man of Tension, not for long that shortly after to another count on the beast.

"2!"

He isnt responding to anything around him, not even Krys hooking his large legs over him with her warm body pinning over the large man beast. King still out and seemingly unable to kick out at anytime soon.