BTM vs Krystyna Afineevsky

BTM still getting trapped under her arm trying to get out of the hold as he could, still sore and beaten badly against her just waiting to hope he could get out somehow some way. But what he did is trying to his hand on her thigh between her legs while other hand reaching for her head hoping to set her up and apply for the Torture Rack move, a good counter move for her.

But she doesnt want to get counter and going to counter him with her own. He felt her not allowing herself to get pulled up by his move but instead, locking herself by his leg and grabbing his hair. "Ughhhh let go!" It was too late, she forces the young masked wrestler fall forward and slamming him face first right to the mat, bounces with a loud thud that end up laying facing down, groaning in pain.

King in the backstage watching the live tv seeing BTM about to counter her move but she prevented and put him through that frontal Russian legsweep smacking him hard to the mat as he lay there, King just got pissed seeing that he wanted to come out so badly and beat the crap out of her, but he must of stay here and wait.

Once she felt BTM start to formulate plans of escape by feeling up her thigh and patting around her chin, Krys figured that the headlock wasn't doing enough to whittle him down. In this position she was in just as much danger as she was. Feeding off her own frustration towards his incessant squirming helped her solve this dilemma. Namely by implanting his masked face into the canvas and reasserting her momentum in this match.

Krys propped herself back up on her knees beside the apprentice, her hands resting on her curvy hips while she took several exhaustive breaths. She couldn't deny that this masked imbecile had given her cause for concern. But now that he was reduced to a groaning smear on the canvas, Krys knew that he was a prime target ready to be put out of his misery. She leaned down and practically pressed her lips against his ear to deliver some sultry last words.

"Don't feel too bad~...If zat pathetic jaguar couldn't stop me, vat chance did his adorable cub have?" Krys purred against BTM's earlobe with quick peck on his cheek before rising back to her feet. Krys slowly backpedaled until she could feel the ropes behind her, clasping the top rope while pressing her rear against the middle. Her emerald gaze never leaving BTM as she patiently waited for him to get back up, the coiled viper intent on delivering the same finishing blow that felled BTM's master...

Seeing that BTM took a nasty slam to the face that could of taken him out for good but what he can tell, that blonde bitch Krys is now gonna wait until its time to finish off the young masked wrestler and ending the match, he wouldnt have it not after he trained his pupil to be tough and end up failing at the end like that, the beast gotta do something about this!

He went out of his locker room and heading down to the arena but through the crowd where they're booing and making some noises as he going through the stupid people until he reaches the barricade to get himself over and up closer to the ring right behind Krys, looking at that ass just want to smack it hard, but mostly, her whole body.

Coming up behind her from the outside ring and making sure the referee doesnt it see him as he reaching out for her ankles trying to grab hold and yank her out of the ring on her feet so when shes standing outside by surprise, he would go for a kick to her gut. Expecting she would double over from the kick, reaching for her head to tuck it down between his legs as he quickly grabbing her arms to pull behind her back since he is full strength than either wrestlers in this match. Once he got her good he goes to jump up and drop on his knees to faceplant her with all his weights for the finisher- King's Pedigree. "GRRRRR!"

Seconds ticked on by while the coiled Emerald Viper studied BTM's movements with a calculating gaze. Eagerly waiting the exact moment this masked buffoon would turn to face her and be greeted with the same corkscrew enzuigiri finishing maneuver that defeated his precious master. Krys couldn't have thought of a more appropriate method to dispatch the insufferable apprentice, licking her lips in anticipation and disregarding the raucous crowds fervent booing as merely his fans having one last word to say before she ended this troublesome match.

"Zat's it...Almost zher-AH!!!" Krys' teasing words would be interrupted by the sudden tugging of her ankles, causing her to collapse forward before being dragged beneath the bottom rope. Turning to address whoever had yanked her out of the ring would hit her with an instant sense of overwhelming dread. Her eyes widening from recognizing the culprit before King would punt Krys in her breadbasket. The Russian operative cradling her stomach before finding her blonde head forcefully wedged between his muscled thighs.

Half-hearted struggling wouldn't amount to much considering the toll the match had taken on her, the over-bearing constriction on her cranium from his powerful legs distracting her enough to allow King to hook her arms above her and set her up perfectly for his own finishing maneuver. Krys managed to pry open one squinting eye at the floor below before King would leap in the air and implant her face square onto the thinly padded floor. Her legs recoiled up at the knees from the resounding force before slumping down along with the rest of her, groaning and motionless beneath King aside from the residual jiggling of her thonged rear...

King doesnt care whats going to happen as long the referee doesnt see it coming and everyone else can, well, plus BTM for being down like that after he took it pretty hard to his face like that. Speaking of face, King managed to pull the bitch Krys right out of the ring with him where he put his foot up right to her fine stomach which she double over for him, he then grabs her head to pull it down between his powerful legs, ready to set her up.

Grabbing her arms then finally finishing it up with her whole body being pulled up as he jump, jerking her arms along the way until he finally drops on his knees to faceplant her to the thinned mat outside, slamming the so called spy into his Pedigree to lay her out. Wanting to look down at her after the impact just to see how much her ass jiggles from the impact of his deadly move until he is ready to let her go watching her body from behind just a little bit longer.

It wont take long for him to release her limp arms and grabbing her under to lift her up and pushing her beaten and soften up body into the ring before the referee could see him as he ducks down hiding from view so BTM could capitalize the match and end Krys. He expected that his pupil can finish her off whatever he is going to use on her, BTM better use something to end this blonde bitch once and for all.

BTM been slowly recovering to see whats going on until he could see the referee checking on him and looking around to see where Krys is, still disoriented from the face slam, trying to recover some more.

The briefest glimpse of the thinly padded mats was the last discernible sight Krys could make out before being driven face-first into it, collapsing beneath King's muscled frame with nary a sign of life. The exhaustive toll the match had taken on her had left her wholly incapable of defending herself against King's dreaded finisher. She was so fixated on trouncing his masked apprentice that she earnestly believed that King would stick to his word and remain neutral...she should have known better.

"Nngh..." Krys groaned out loud from the sudden feeling of ascension as King lifted her back up and rolled her back under the bottom ropes, the referee none the wiser to King's presence despite the booing crowd having seen all of it. Krys' head was swimming and her senses were noticeably dulled as she gradually started shuffling herself upward. Maneuvering her elbows beneath her before slowly rising to her knees, almost collapsing back down several times in the process. Her blonde hair was drooping over her aching head, but sheer will power was compelling her to get back to a vertical base...despite how much pain she was in.

BTM slowly getting up while having his one hand holding his face sore to the touch and little bit dizzy from the face slam move by his opponent, not even sure whats going on right now though his mind starting to come clear. Looking around trying to find where Krys is and notices that shes starting to get back up on her feet, not sure what just happened since she look really messed up, doesnt feel right to take her down now but, as being trained to be a heel, he must take her out now.

Eyeing on her as Krys getting back on her feet just waiting for her to fully standing back up, allowing BTM to get a chance to pounce on her and finish Krys out. As soon she get back on her feet, he comes in for Krys jumping forward as he twist his body, arms reaching out for the back of her head and bumping his shoulder back into her before weighting the gravity down to pull her with him right to the mat, putting her jaw flat on his shoulder and mat into his finisher- TKO!

Groggily ascending with her dazed sensibilities barely intact, Krys winced from the nagging head pains plaguing her and making the simple task of standing back up almost an insurmountable chore. King's devastating finisher had really done quite a number on her, an entire arena having witnessed the interference save for one pin-stripped official who was nary the wiser. The booing audience only being perceived as vague and incoherent babbling as the Emerald Viper finally got her feet beneath her, tilting her dazed head up to get her bearings straight...

"HNNGH!!!"

...before BTM would securely fasten her blonde head on his arms and implant her jaw squarely atop his shoulder in his TKO finisher, the Emerald Viper dropping down to the canvas along with the masked apprentice. The fleeting feeling of shock and dread from having her head snatched up in the finisher was replaced with blissful senselessness upon impact. The resounding shockwave from having her jaw rocked like that was the seemingly the final nail in the coffin where her waning chances for victory used to be...the Russian espionage agent murmuring weakly against his shoulder with her eyes shut and the rest of her curvy frame entirely motionless...

The sweaty young masked wrestler jumped up gracefully reaching out for the head of the hottest blonde he have seen and catches her to pull down into his finisher pulling all the way to the mat laying her out as he felt the impact on his shoulder, laying there briefly before letting her go to turn his head looking at her, seeing shes really out of it, like motionless.

**Oh good! Now I can...** He thought after executing his finisher on her, slowly turning his body over so he can get his hands on Krys shoulder to roll her facing up as he crawls to get on top of her, pinning her down with her shapely leg hook over, went to pin and referee comes by to start the countdown for BTM on Krys.

"ONE!............TWO!............"

Overcoming one high impact finisher was a tall enough order on it's own, especially when one of them came from someone with such immense strength as King. And with enough time, Krys may have possibly been able to turn the tide of the match back in her favor. But unlike with her match with King, an elaborate last minute Hail Mary would escape Krys' clutches this time around. The Emerald Viper remained inert after being limply flipped over to a spreadeagled position, BTM's sweaty frame draped over her heaving chest while hooking her shapely leg for a pin she wasn't even aware was happening.

"THREE!!"