BTM vs Krystyna Afineevsky

BTM struggles between the legs of Krys though honestly, any men out there would love to be in his spot but he isnt here to allow him to enjoy the position he is in. He cannot do that, nor King would allow him to, the young masked wrestler have to fight back and tries to escape her deadly python legs as well her vicious strikes to his mid section just making it worst for him to breath normally.

At the very least, he have tries to use his own legs to going up and around her head but unfortunately her hands is free still and avoid getting caught by his attempt to catches her, she fully escaped him and releasing the young masked wrestler head to get away and thankfully he could roll away from her to catch his breath, she is much tougher than he though, BTM can imagine that King is not happy the way the match is going on right now.

"What the hell are you doing?! Hurry up and recover, show her you can kick her ass and not job like you use to, you're a man, the next best heel! Get up!" King demanding BTM through the tv backstage like he is trying to telepathically somehow to get up and quickly recover, but its easier said than done. BTM slowly pushes himself up, rubbing his throat as his eyes is back on Krys need to be more careful and not get caught by that legs again.

The brief separation helped Krys compose herself after what was an embarrassing way to start what she believed to be an effortless trouncing of this masked jaguar cub. The Russian operative was expecting to choke a submission out of BTM before King could have finished trudging up the ramp. She was not anticipating nearly getting pinned within the first minute of the match, or actually having to put in any effort. Her priorities had taken a well suited shifting, perhaps taking this match just a smidgen more seriously...

Krys pushed herself off of her knee as she regained her sense of verticality, centering her emerald eyes on BTM and his considerably more sluggish movements. The Emerald Viper anticipated that BTM wouldn't be anywhere near as insufferably spry after having his scruffy head choking for air between her powerful thighs. Compounded with having his lean abdomen tenderized with a few undefended strikes, and the masked nuisance was an easy target for her sniper reticle...

...Krys shook her head to remember that she wasn't on the job. Instead opting for the much less pernicious tactic of taking off in a sprint to attempt a swift boot to the side of BTM's masked face.

BTM pushing himself up near the ropes while rubbing his neck mostly while his chest and midsection hurts too, she was very tough even for the former young masked jobber, he didnt want to go through that again and have to prove himself to do his best to take her down, and down hard just like what King trained him to do.

"Why are you so good? You look like those spy girls or something... ughh owww..." King didnt tell him what she is only that she gotten lucky defeating the monstrous beast not so long ago. The masked wrestler is not going up his latest person that crushed him hoping he could take her down and show he could win this one.

He could see the girl comes right for him, pretty fast too just like himself and as she coming in fast and bringing her foot up right for his head for a big kick! BTM can see the kick is coming that he would quickly duck down to avoid getting the hit and hoped that her miss would make her spin or at least get himself before her where he goes in for a counter attack! Trying to reach behind her to wrap his arm around her waist as he reach her one arm to drape around his neck, holding her waist and grabbing the back of her leg to lift her up, holding her up as he slightly spinning in slow motion before, if she doesnt counter his counter, dropping down to his back to Backdrop her!

Judging from BTM's groggy and disheveled approach to getting vertical once more, Krys easily assumed that he was ripe for the proverbial picking. She intended to swoop in from his blind spot and punt her leather boot square across that masked face of his. It was a vicious and malignant style of kick that would have most certainly left him with a potential need to see the dentist the next day.

If it had connected, which to her own indignant surprise, did not. The Emerald Viper whiffing her kick and nearly losing her balance from it. Although what she did lose her balance from was being swiftly hoisted off her feet and held aloft from a grip around her waist, gasping in shock with her eyes widened from the sudden elevation.

"Put me ze hell dow-AGH!!" Krys' would have politely protested further were it not for the dizzying spinning from BTM's wobbly handling of the Russian operative. She struggled to squirm free but with one of her legs fastened tightly as well, her efforts would severely stinted before BTM would slam her spine-first to the unforgiving canvas. The ring shook and the stunned Emerald Viper would bounce off her back to roll to the side, one hand nursing her back as she attempted to get back to her hands and knees.

BTM narrowly avoid her kick that was clearly aiming for his head or face, he wasnt sure where her foot was going but it was going to give him one hell of a headache for sure! Ducking down to save his life and moving in quickly up close to her to get himself to wrap around her from behind to lift Krys in the air, slight spinning before falling back to Backdrop the sexy spy girl down to the mat as both wrestlers laying there.

For a brief moment while laying on the mat, panting, he soon starting to move his body to roll trying to get back on his feet as he notices Krys is doing the same, hopefully the young masked wrestler gets up before she does, he only have one plan and something King never ever done, he thinks.

Once shes getting close to pushing herself up as BTM could try standing up, he would come charging for her and jumping up, bringing both his feet up aiming squarely to her chest dropkick Krys back into the turnbuckle as long his attack doesnt miss! "Take that!"

The jarring backdrop was the perfect momentum turning counter for BTM, leaving Krys momentarily vulnerable with the pain in her back impeding her movements. The Russian operative narrowed her eyes into slits from the teeming frustration of having such a difficult time with the masked nuisance. Nailing him down to the ground and keeping him there was becoming an ungodly chore, Krys almost wishing he was as slow and lumbering as King to make for a less elusive target.

Krys lethargically worked her way back to her feet, her flowing blonde bangs of hair drooping downward and obscuring her vision from where BTM would come sprinting in from. She glanced up but was unprepared for the charging dropkick planted into her cushiony chest.

"Hugh!!" Krys groaned out load from the heart-stopping dropkick before stumbling backward into the turnbuckle behind her. Her thonged backside pressed against the middle turnbuckle after having the wind knocked out of her sails, hunched over slightly and festering a still growing hatred for the masked disciple.

BTM is in a roll and feeling pretty good doing so well against her where hes back on top seeing if he could do anything to keep her wear down as he could in hoped to keep it up and soon, defeating her by his own two hands. After his counter of the backdrop to take her down, giving him some time to recover which ends up having him to come right for her and dropkick Krys to the chest, knocking her back into the turnbuckle. The young masked wrestler pops up on his feet to raise his right arm up to rally his fan, and some unhappy crowd? "YEAH!"

BTM clapping his hands as he backing away from her to get to the opposite corner until he turns around resting his back against the turnbuckle, his right foot stomping down in rhythm like which some of the crowd follows along until he is ready to charge! Rushing right for Krys as fast as he could attempting to slam her hard into the corner, jumping halfway from the ring to fly in the air with his light/medium weight to come crashing for her, flying body splash!

Backed into the corner and wincing from the aching pains plaguing her chest and spine, Krys was begrudgingly willing to acknowledge her folly in underestimating the masked nuisance. He was ceaselessly energetic and on point with keeping up the pressure, countering her moves and turning them right back on their head before she could have a moment to react. Something she never really had an issue with when fighting Killer King, but right now it was leaving her reeling in the corner with BTM backpedaling to the opposite corner.

*stomp*…*stomp….*stomp*…

The sound of BTM tuning up the band in the far off corner caught Krys’ faint attention, but it wasn’t until the audience followed along with his stomping simply out of subconscious compulsion that she took the hint and tilted her head up. Krys centered her emerald eyes on the speedy light-weight charging toward her until he took to the air in a high-flying body splash, with no time to respond besides reflexively tensing her curvy frame and tightening her grip on the top rope in preparation for the unpleasantness to come.

“Pwagh!!” The jolting physicality of the slam shook their corner of the ring and expelled whatever air was left in Krys’ lungs. The emerald viper huffing heatedly against the toned pectoralis smeared against her cheek with her supple chest heaving suggestively against his taut abdomen. Pinned against the corner by her hated rival’s apprentice, Krys was seething in unfiltered rage from being out-wrestled by the masked pip-squeak. Though perhaps the worst part of it all was imagining the stupid fucking laugh King was having at her expense. What she wouldn’t give for permission from Moscow to use lethal force…

With Krys in the corner and seems winded out by his fast attacks, he can easily catches up to her unlike his mentor that rely on his powerful strength, BTM is quite opposite and his speed is just as equal to his, now Krys is in trouble dealing with the young masked wrestler while shes against the corner, waiting for BTM to strike.

He comes rushing towards her from one empty corner as fast as his legs can pushes him, he jumps halfway and flying across the ring, hoping he is quick enough to body splash right into Krys without missing, and success! He connects crushing her with his own body as he brings his arms over the top ropes to hold himself in place to press against her, can really feel her ample chest getting squished against his chest, just trying not to look down at it......

King--"YEAH THATS RIGHT! HA HA HA!" Cheering in the backward to see his little apprentice did well against her and now wonder what he would do next.

BTM keep himself rubbing against her as he tries to climb up on the second ropes, using his one hand to hold her head to pull back so she can look up at the masked wrestler while balling his free hand like he is ready to strike her face or forehead, but he hesistate..... doesnt feel right even he is trained to be a heel badass wrestler. **Ugh.... maybe I should try something else, something even more ruthless than this?** he though that he didnt realized wasting bit of time.

But if nothing goes wrong.... BTM decided to lower his fist and using both hands to grab the top ropes, jumping off the middle ropes and using the grip of the ropes to swing himself right into Krys if he could connect his knees to her chest, if so, he would bounces off her and roll backward to the mat, somewhat safely.

For some insufferable reason, BTM remained flattened against her well after he drove the air out of her lungs with his sprinting body splash. Krys was cringing from the compression of her cheek against the masked nuisance's sweat glistened chest. This didn't exactly alleviate the broiling rage bubbling inside of her, the emerald viper tightening her grip on the top ropes in eager anticipation of the moment she could start dislocating some limbs.

"H-Huh?" Krys remarked after getting her head motioned upward from BTM's tugging of her blonde locks. Widening her emerald eyes from the disconcerting sight of a clenched fist reared back in preparation of wailing repeatedly into her unprotected face. She squinted her eyes closed and tensed her slender frame for the oncoming strikes to come...only for them not to come. Krys peering one eye open and then the other, raising an eyebrow at the sudden hesitation that was preventing BTM from capitalizing on her vulnerable state.

Whatever the idiotic reason was for BTM's failing to pull the trigger, Krys couldn't have cared less. She sensed this was an opportunity she couldn't afford to let slip by, and unlike this masked buffoon, she wouldn't blink when the time came for her to pounce. BTM studied her opponent's movements until he would bounce off the middle ropes, the emerald viper countering whatever he had in mind for her by grasping his waist in mid air and shoving him out of the ring for a seven foot fall to the thin mats outside.