BTM vs Krystyna Afineevsky

BTM gasping for air over the rope while her, embarrassing to think of, her soft thigh smoothly draping over the back of his head weighting down choking him for quite awhile until the referee making the save telling Krys to get off, feeling relief when she finally does it.

He was about to collapse to the mat except she grabs a hold of his soft young hair, almost want to wince in pain on his scalp, hurting like heck while shes teasing him with his face rubbing against her warmth soft body and against.... those.... chest........ made him blush before being force to run to the ropes and bounces right off back towards her.

Teasing the masked apprentice by purposefully rubbing her sumptuous form against him while bringing him back to his feet was simply her way of having a little fun at the poor boy's expense. At least before attempting to finally put this infernal nuisance away once and for all as he came rebounding back towards her off the opposite ropes.

Krys sprinted mid way to meet BTM in the middle of the ring, leaping in mid-air and seating herself comfortably atop the masked apprentice's shoulders. Her smooth and powerful thighs clamping down tightly against BTM's flustered cheeks. offering him an unobstructed view of her crotch inches from his face. After some light repositioning, Krys would bend one of her legs at the knee behind his scruffy head before leaning back until she was hanging upside down in her hanging figure four headscissors finisher, Iron Curtain.

King is getting bit frustrated seeing his pupil getting his ass kicked by the blonde spy bitch just toying with him, barely got any hits on her and shes totally controlling the whole match since his fall to the outside of the ring. Grumbling under his beastly mask, continues to watch on the big screen hdtv with a crushed beer can in his hand oozing out the booze, crushing some peanuts in another, building up more anger than he can hold it in, releasing some pressure to the poor food and drinks to crush.

BTM now forcing to run to the ropes after all the lack of air being pushed out of his lungs by her sensation yet illegal chokes before running right back at her which she jumps to catches his head with her shapely legs, yet again, and locking tightly before leaning herself back, crushing the young masked wrestler in her submission hold. "NGHHH!"

The position where his face is really made him blushed so hard as he have no other choice but to grab onto her thighs to hold on and pry it off as he could, struggling to keep himself standing, gritting his teeth to endure as much as he could. **I need.... I need.... to fight back!** he thought, desperately thinking what to do.

A thought just brought up when his brain thinking fast and thinking hard, something he gotta do about this opponent as soon as he can. He tries to lean in to move her body to lay against the mat so Krys somewhat roll into a ball allowing BTM to grab hold of her waist a little easier, hopefully with one heavy long grunt he would lift her up off the mat like a set-up powerbomb on his shoulders, looking at her blushing cause his face to her crotch. *gulp* Then pulls her down as he kneel aiming to powerbomb her right on his knee before he would collapse to the mat using whats left of his energy that wears him out to execute this move.

Clamping her creamy thighs down on the masked apprentice's skull with a smug smile on her face, Krys maintained her constant pressure on the hold even while she was hanging loosely in front of him. The blood rushing to her head was always one caveat of attempting this maneuver, but given how thoroughly BTM was thrashed in the past few minutes, she didn't anticipate to be in this position for too long. Either BTM would collapse to the canvas and pass out between her legs, or he would be wise enough to accept defeat and tap out before being humiliated further.

"Zhere we go...Nice and easy~..." Krys purred when BTM was visibly wavering under his shaking legs, the Emerald Viper's own cheeks reddening from the sensation of his heated breaths against her crotch. Defeating BTM with her second finisher was a decidedly more pleasant way for him to lose this match, lest he preferred to truly emulate King and have his cranium rocked into a state of blissful unconsciousness. But her own best laid plans would be turned on their heads when BTM would suddenly summon the strength to hoist her back up and re-seat her on her shoulders.

"Tch!!! Damn!!...You.!!.." Krys snarled out and compounded each word with a closed fist on BTM's scruffy head, resisting as much as she could before being power-bombed with thunderous force. She arched her back with her mouth agape in silent pain before slumping back down, spread-eagled and laid out in the middle of the ring with her head rolled to the side and her sweat-glistened chest heaving gently.

BTM gritting in pain as he felt his energy getting sapped away by her deadly legs squeezing the life out of his head, he knows that its getting to the point where he would of tap out. But he mustered the strength on not giving up, not going to submit to her right away or else, he knows that King gonna beat the daylight out of him. He slowly gaining strengths grabbing her shapely legs to lift her up onto his shoulders and quickly pulls her down and slam her backside over his knee to break up the hold, same time, collapse to the mat beside her.

It was very hard for him to pull off like that after losing so much energy, so much stamina taken out. He laying there facing down on the mat with her laying facing up, both down and makes the referee wonder what to do about this, the only option now is start counting at them for not getting up at the moment.

"1!.............2!............."

BTM slowly having his limbs starting to move, sliding his body against the mat hoping to get it moving, slowly hoping to get his body rolling on all fours, covered in sweats as if he is really struggling this match and yet, must be his hardest match so far and pushing himself so much more than ever. His body shaking, slowly doing his best to stand up, still fighting to defeat her and not wanting to lose. "C-cant..... lose.... yet....umm....."

BTM's resurgent strength had taken Krys completely off guard, and despite her best efforts to escape the precariousness of her situation once propped up on his shoulders, the masked apprentice would withstand her constant blows to the head and deliver a ring shaking powerbomb. Slamming her to the canvas with such intensity that it left the Emerald Viper completely floored with only a vague perception of her current surroundings.

"Hnng..." Krys strained to shuffle over to her side, the stinging pain in her back flaring up from any tangible movement on her part. Her own teeming frustration grew exponentially from allowing BTM the wherewithal to counter her finisher in the first place, regretting not softening him up even more beforehand. She simply figured that the unadulterated trouncing she had put him through was enough to put him down already, but underestimating him was consistently costing her in the long run.

"...4!!...5!!..."

Rather than continue to put pressure on her aching back, Krys would opt to roll towards the nearby bottom ropes and grasp onto the tethered strands to steady her ascension. Leaning heavily against the ropes to support her weight and separating herself from BTM in the process to give herself time to gather her thoughts from a supposedly safe vantage point...

To the point where BTM is showing sign he isnt backing down or completely get destroyed like he did from his old self, this one he have to proved that he changed a lot, trained a lot, strengthen both body and mind for the new him, the heel BTM. If he could defeat Krys that King have failed to take her down, then he is one big step closer to be the next best heel in wrestling history, King have proven himself to be number #1 heel and BTM will at least number 2 and sooner or later, be the top.

His body shaking while getting himself back up onto his feet, showing sign he is tired and sore all over against her, she was very ruthless to BTM and doesnt matter if hes young handsome guy in a mask but he sure hell will defeat her sooner or later somehow. Eyeing on her where shes up against the ropes and the referee stops the countdown for them, proceeding the match after checking the two making sure its good to go.

The young masked wrestler moving to the center catching his breath while looking at her, see if she'll lock eyes with him and BTM gesturing her with his hands to lure or persuade the blonde leathery suit spy girl to come for him, ready to continue at the middle of the square circle.

Once the flaring pains in her spine were starting to subside, Krys finally found herself capable of righting her slouching posture after climbing back to her feet. She still needed to lean against the ropes for some much needed balancing, but it was enough for the referee to end her attempt to count both competitors out.  

Her emerald gaze remained transfixed on the stumbling apprentice across the ring, maintaining her unflinching composure when BTM gestured for her to join him in the middle of the ring to resume their dance. Cold calculations dominated her thoughts, knowing full well that BTM wasn't nearly as fresh as she was despite his efforts to make himself seem unphased by it all. The punishment he had taken was leagues more substantial than anything she had sustained...so why was he so insufferably difficult to finish off?

Krys flinched as she stepped away from the ropes, a steady stride to her movements as she circled the ring in tandem with BTM. Her voluptuous chest bounced with each coordinated step and was barely being contained in her leather outfit, the zipper having been lowered all the way towards her waist and leaving little else to the imagination. After a few stalking strides around the ring, Krys would abruptly stomp forward and attempt to engage in a collar and elbow lock up with him.

"You have already lost...you are just blissfully unaware of that fact..." Krys snarled out as she attempted to quickly transition into a tightened and snug side headlock that brushed his cheek against the side of her leather clad bosom.

BTM could finally continue the match after having so much trouble against her and he needs to get in control somehow, someway against Krys. At the least he is more durable than before and even fighting back too, have to find a way to turn this match around and proven to King he is going to be one hell of a great heel wrestler.

Moving to the center of the ring eyeing right back at the emerald spy girl in tight suit, does make him blushed since its super hard to focus with her zipper nearly down at the end of her outfit, really distracting. Then her sultry words filled his ears and into his mind that made him snap back to reality, focusing on her. "Huff... I have not lost yet, nor I ever will. You'll have to knock me out for that..."

Once both wrestlers coming right for each other continuing the wrestling match but she easily slip his head under her arm and squeezing, pressing his face against her busty chest, grunting with his hands on her trying to get out of it.

Moving his one hand behind her to reach over her shoulder trying to get his hand under her chin to hopefully pull her head back while the other hand sliding down between her legs, feelin bit embarrass to do so, but still going to grab her inner thigh, if everything goes well, at least this point, he tries to lift her up off the mat and sliding her across his shoulders. Grunting to lift her up while pulling down on her chin and thigh to stretching her backward in his torture rack, maybe at this point that she might tap out? "Hmmmph!"

A sly grin was slowly crept across Krys' face from bearing down on the hold and having BTM's flustered facial features rub up against her like that. She noticed BTM sneaking various peeks at her sumptuous form, and in effect were the perfect distraction for Krys to initially take him by surprise and cinch in the hold with relative ease.

"Zat can absolutely be arranged..." Krys sneered out when the masked apprentice suggested having to render him unconscious to secure her victory. It was becoming an increasingly likely scenario considering how BTM was still stubbornly fighting back despite being on the receiving end of some truly heinous punishment on the outskirts of the ring.

But BTM's creeping hands immediately caught her attention, feeling one hand caress her inner thigh and the other pat around her chin looking for some form of grip. The feeling of his hand between her legs brought a slight blush to her face, but Krys shook her blonde head and aggressively reaffirmed the headlock to curtail  BTM's attempt to counter the maneuver.

After compressing his head even tighter against her bosom once more, Krys would abandon the hold, entangle her leg with BTM's and clench both her hands into his scruffy hair. After sharply yanking his head back, the emerald viper would collapse forward and implant his masked face into the canvas with a vicious forward Russian Leg Sweep.