Raging on!

"Grrrr alright BTM, you will watch my match tonight and you'll learn more than enough to show how tough you are and when Im not around anymore, you will take over my place, got it?!" BTM looking up at his mentor, his manager, trainer, listening to every words even the part 'not around anymore', he have to question him. "What you mean 'not around anymore'? Are you quitting or something?" King glares at him and sighed. "You shouldnt worry about my personal life, it is your problem, no more questions.... now, about this match, better jot down everything you learn by watch me, let go!"

Both BTM and King heading out to the stage where his music is playing along with everyone quickly responding with loud booing at him and BTM course, turning Face to Heel after long absent now trying to make a big deal of his career. King is up ahead of BTM as he wears his signature black jaguar mask, red trunks and black boots, a monstrous frame just taller than majority of wrestlers here even men. BTM on other hand is smaller but more fitted and not a whole lot of muscles, wearing black and red wrestling gears and mask just to keep his real face hidden pretty much like King himself. BTM circling around the ring while King climbing in and absorbs all the boos from everyone while at his corner, just waiting for his next victim, planning to humiliate the life out of her front of everyone and show BTM how to do the right way of the heel.

Backstage, Holly Matheson had been engaged in intense training for her match, tonight. Still so very new to the AFW, she felt like she'd failed to make a great impression on the fans, thus far. Sure, being a looker and being eager to wrestle for good causes had gotten her quite a bit of fan support. But in terms of in-ring skill ... she had a lot to prove. And tonight was a chance to do just that, against one of the most ruthless heels in all of professional wrestling: Killer King.

Prior to the match, Holly's trainer, tag partner and boyfriend Blanco had done everything he could to talk her out of it. King had a reputation as one of the most brutal heels in the entire AFW, and it was well-earned. She was walking into a lion's den, but it was exactly what Holly wanted. If she could prove herself on her own, tonight, she'd be a made woman in AFW. Besides, King's deplorable tactics and disgusting attitudes, he deserved to be taken down a peg, and Holly truly believed herself to be someone who could do just that. They'd argued it over for days, but there was no dissuading the Brit. She was taking the match.

When he music hit, Holly charged onto the entrance ramp with her fist raised and a determined look in her eye. Her ample chest rose and fell dramatically, as she gasped at the sight of Killer King: standing center of the ring, looking massive and powerful. She didn't know who the smaller man was at ringside, but she was glad that Blanco was following her down the ramp. She'd made him solemnly swear to not get involved, but at least it was making her feel less alone, out there ...

At the ring apron, Blanco planted his hands on Holly's hips and lifted her up onto the apron. The Brit took hold of the top rope, swung a leg onto it, and took a moment to pose for the fans, flexing a bicep and giving them a full view of her figure, looking curvy and powerful. She then kicked her other leg over the top rope, spun into the ring, and stood opposite King. She fixed him with her toughest, angriest glare, ready for the opening bell.

With BTM on his side and knowing his client wouldnt interfere the match, it'll be all King doing from here on out and show he is still one of the best and most dangerous man alive and forever will be. He waited patiently for his opponent to show up and get her ass in the to show her a thing or two, or dozen or couple dozen of moves to be use on her, she can beg, scream or whatever to stop him, but he wont stop until he gets what he want, a utter victory.

Her music finally starts playing and she comes out wearing pretty standard outfit for wrestling gears, nothing wrong with that, but whats wrong is a guy coming with her following the girl from behind as if its her partner one way or another, hopefully he doesnt bother him or King gonna sock him in the face!

She would come in the ring standing opposite where he is and giving him the most angriest stares he ever seen.... and it does makes him chuckle a bit. "What? What did I ever do to you...... yet" He teased her before the bell could ring, he didnt want to waste any time so the beast would come rushing towards her as fast as he could, despite his large massive size, he hope to swing his large muscled arm to swing right across her chest to send her flipping 360 in the air by his deadly clothesline!

Holly glared at King, as he taunted her. She could barely contain her disgust, as he flippantly taunted her. "You've done nothing to me, you disgusting swine," she said, her accent sounding especially posh as she turned her nose up at the jaguar-masked heel. "But I'll be damned if I'm not going to make you pay for everything youv'e done to the poor women of this ring! Women who deserve much better-"

Holly was getting into her speech now, to the extent that she barely noticed when the bell rang. Blanco tried pounding the apron, to snap her back to attention. It did no good.

King's massive body charging toward her was the only thing that could shake Holly out of her reverie. "Eeek!" she shrieked, seeing the man-beast lunging toward her. "GHHHUGGGHHNNN!" she moaned, as King's massive bicep connected squarely with her soft, vulnerable chest. As King took the poor girl down, her body fell back while her boots flipped forward. Holly's curvaceous legs kicked up into the air, her boots flailing wildly as she was sent pathetically spinning through the air.

"UUHN!" Holly grunted, at her face smacked into the mat. She tugged at the top of her wrestling gear, afraid her ample curved would come spilling out of her top at the force of such a massive blow. The posh Brit was stunned, looking around wildly, as if she had no idea what had just hit her. The match was on, and the terrified Holly realized that she had no idea what she was in for ...

"Swine? HA! Well all women deserved to have some fun with the biggest meat in the ring, if you know what I mean!" Then the large manbeast comes rushing towards her while she was trying to sound tough in the ring, everyone always trying to be the tough person against King and end up, like he plans on doing do, flipping into the air by his massive clothesline before she comes down hard to the mat, shutting her up after her shrieking pain.

He stopped right after clothesline her down and slowly turning around to see her laying facing down on the mat and from what he can tell, she is pretty stunned from the impact that she have no idea what just happened, BTM can tell from the looks of her face too from the distance.

"Ohhhh that gotta hurt..... barely, not enough to sink in!" Fully turning around to see her whole body as he approaching her closer until he could get close to her and reaching down for her arm pulling the girl up and whipping her backward into the nearest turnbuckle. Hopefully she gets pinned there where he would close in as he pulls his arm back, swing hard across her ample breasts to chop it hard, not once, not twice, but going three times in a row to see those busty breasts jiggles for his sick pleasure. "WOO! WOOO! WOOOOOO!"

Holly's face looked from side to side, bewildered, as King stalked her. The sensation was terrifying, like nothing Holly had ever experienced. She was like putty in King's hands, as he hoisted her up to her feet.

From ringside, Blanco buried his face in his hands. Holly was not doing great, as things got rolling, and watching his woman get dominated like this was even worse than taking that offense himself. He had to have faith in her, he told himself. She had to fight back.

"Yuh-you bastard," Holly gasped, leaning back against the turnbuckle. Her full body was on display, hanging weakly from the turnbuckle in front of King. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw him reel his hand back. The posh British princess tried to jump out of the way, but failed miserably as King's hand knocked her back into the corner.

Holly's back hit the ring post hard, her curvy figure bouncing and jiggling with the force of King's strikes. "AAH! OW! EEE!" Holly wailed, with each chop that landed on her body. Her ample chest jiggled and bounced with each strike, as the rest of her writhed helplessly in pain.

With each chops hitting her across the chest, it knocked her back hard into the corner to bounces her out a little and gets another chop to repeat the same painful process just making her chest and back in pain especially her breasts being jiggled by impact and King enjoying every moments of this sick pleasure.

"Had enough, jobber?!" With just one more chop across her chest to see if she'll stumble forward so he could lean in and scoop her up with one arm around her waist, lifting her facing her body up as he carry her like a basket only to drop her down on his knee with her back, planning and trying to drape her over his knee.

Once he could do that.... he would place his one hand against her chin as the other over one of her smooth shapely thigh to slide pervertly but pushing both down to stretching her back into his deadly and favorite type of Backbreaker. "Hurrrrgh!"

Holly's body racked back and forth in the corner, helplessly, as King pummelled her. She'd come into the match feeling cocky and confident, and every bit of that was getting beaten out of her, now.

"Augh," she sobbed, as King called her a jobber. "N-never ... I'll never ... submit, you bastard!" Her words were cut short, however, as King hoisted her up into a cradle. Holly looked around in a panic, in the seconds before King folded her neatly across his knee.

"AAARGHH!" she screamed, her voice filling the entire arena. She squirmed in King's grip, as his hands slid down her thigh, her flesh quivering at his manhandling. Her face and chest blushed bright red, ashamed. King represented everything she found reprehensible, and she was being utterly owned, by him.

"Nngh!" Holly whimpered, as King stretched her out. Her chest swelled, inchest from his body, as she gasped for air. The ref was asking Holly if she'd surrender, and she tried her best to shove the girl away. The fans were watching. Blanco was watching. There was no way she could give up, now. "W~on't give up," she gasped, her chest expanding for breath with every word, "to the likes of you! Let me go, I'll- aack- I'll show you what I can- uhnn! Do!"

"Hurrrgh! Not giving up huh? Fine by me! I love toy with bitches like you! Hurrrgh!" He continues to arching her backward over his knee in front of her guy, whoever he is, surely he isnt liking what King is doing to her, especially his pervert hand rubbing over her thigh and nearly closer between her legs, to the crotch. But it was clear she doesnt want to give up even confirmed from the referee asking her if she wants to give up now, refused to, and thats great for the monstrous beast.

Taking his hands off her body so she can lay and rest on his knee for a brief moment, King gonna think of something next he could use on her, had enough submission for now and though of something like a big slam or impact or in between, something to make everyone go 'ohhhh!' out loud.

"Oh you'll submit, get pin and knock out all in one match bitch!" King would get his hands onto her head and peel her right off his knee to stand her up in front of him only to try thrusting her head down toward under his left arm and get his muscled arm around her head, locking her in. Pulling her one arm around his neck before grabbing her white one-piece outfit to wedge her up and yank her straight into the air, trying to hold and stall her in the air to show off his powerful strength!

"Duh-disgusting ... bastard ... !" Holly groaned, as her body was stretched tight across King's powerful knee. He was stretching her in half, nearly, Holly's quivering, struggling bottom feeling the hair from her head brushing lightly against it as King twisted her in half.

Blanco, meanwhile, was beside himself in rage. He'd promised Holly not to get involved, to let her handle it. But watching her get laid into like this, while he was powerless to stop it, was nearly too much to take. He paced around the ring, side to side, watching helplessly from the sidelines.

Meanwhile, back in the ring, Holly's eyes widened at the threats King was throwing at her. He'd released her, and she was now lying listlessly on her knee. Her soft body dangled beneath his predatory maw, chest heaving as if it were about to burst as she struggled to breathe. "N-no, no ..." she whispered, terrified that King could actually do all of the things to her he threatened. "You'll never get away with this ... I won't let you ..." Her voice was quivering, but retained that tone of posh pride. Then, he twisted her under his arm.

Boots planted on the mat, Holly tried to fight. Her fists swung weakly at King's abdomen, loud smacks against his abs, until he hoisted her up into the air by her tights. Holly hung there, a moment, her tights pulled into a merciless wedgie by King's grip. "Ghhnnnaaaa ..." she groaned. King was showing off more than his own power here, as the fabric ground into Holly's backside, leaving her curvaceous bum half-exposed to the fans, while she could do nothing about it.