The Throne vs. the Streets: Killer King vs. Soledad Vega (Debut Match)

Soledad grit her teeth and let out a low growl, as she felt King's powerful body press down on her. Leg up in the air, foot dangling, the Puerto Rican girl squirmed as she heard the ref start the count.

She could feel King's body heat, oppressive on top of her, making it hard to breathe. Sola's soft chest pressed hard into King, as she gasped for air. Muscles tensing, body flexing as hard as she could, Sola saved her strength for as long as she safely could before thrusting upward, bucking her leg free of King's grip and pressing her hips against him hard enough to roll off of her back, breaking the pin.

"D-damn ..." Sola gasped, frustration and sweat glistening on her face.

"Oh? Damn you kicked out, no matter!" He felt pretty confident right now when having the upperhand to dominate his opponent with his overpowering strength behind his thick muscles. He got up to his knees as he reaches for her hair to pull the babe up to her feet with him, prepare for her worst.

Once he gets up with her, the beast tries to pull her head down between his legs and follow up leaning over wrapping his muscled arms around the waist, quickly lift and flip her up moving his hands to adjust her body laying back of his head and backside, his hands under her arms trying to spread it apart like a crucifix, getting ready to throw her or something, whatever she assume shes going in while holding Soledad up in the air.

Soledad hung limply in King's grasp, as he pulled her up to her feet. "RRRRggghhhh," the latina fighter winced, as King pulled her up brutally by her hair. Sola's eyes opened wide, the pain waking her up a bit, as her scalp felt like it was on fire. She hung there, a moment, swaying in King's grip, her ample chest heaving as she fought to breathe.

Sola's head was tucked right between King's powerful thigs, her body doubled over in rather embarrassing fashion. She felt King's hands travel across her smooth, firm skin, his powerful arms hoisting her up with ease. Sola could get a bleary, almost bird's-eye view of the arena from there, as he held her arms apart in a crucifix position. She hung there, squirming and struggling, knowing that whatever King had planned next was going to be something too painful for her to take, right now. Hanging there in front of the entire arena like that, helpless, was humiliating for Sola. And that humiliation quickly turned into rage.

In desperation, Soledad lifted her arms sharply, trying to escape King's grip and drop to the mat. If she could manage that, Soledad would reach back, wrap her hands around King's mask, and try to drop him with a neckbreaker, mostly hoping for surprise and momentum to see her through!

King is ready to give this bitch a one hell of a ride as he got her fold over between his legs using her head to tuck it in, then leans over to wrap his strong arms around her and flip her up, position the woman in the air and spread her arms, displaying her in humiliation and thinking of tossing her out of the ring, maybe that should be enough to weaken her, and maybe destroy her just to be sure before going for the win.

Just as he about to move towards to the ropes, he felt her moving around and his mask getting grabbed, yanked backward with a loud growl before his head along with his large body crashes down onto the mat by her surprise neckbreaker. "UGH!" King quickly clutches the back of his head, slightly rolling side by side with some kicks the pain stung pretty bad and it hurts a lot, now he have to take his time to regain his composure and figure out if he could recover quickly or not.

Soledad lay on the mat for a long moment, gasping for air, right after planting King hard into the mat. It was a desperate move, and a ridiculously lucky one to have pulled off. After a couple of false starts, the Puerto Rican youth was able to force herself back up, first to a seated position, then to a kneel.

She flashed a fierce glare at King. The masked man had really put her through hell, and though every part of Sola was aching and sore, her overwhelming thought was to try and make the sadistic heel pay for it. Planting her hand firmly on King's massive, powerful chest, she rolled on top of him. She mounted the downed monster heel, wrapping her powerful thighs around his chest. From there, the youth pulled up a fist, and began raining down blows onto King's head. One after the other, giving a loud grunt of effort with every strike, the referee telling her to break it off with every blow. Sola ignored her, only wanted to unload on King for as long as the ref, and King himself, might let her get away with it.

King laying on the mat after he got caught by her surprise neckbreaker out of nowhere, holding onto his head and kicking a bit felt the pain through through his neck and down to his body, the stunning pain hurt so much that eventually starting to feel like its going away.

But not for long that he felt her body coming on top of him, sitting on his massive chest slowly looking up to see her before that babe starts pounding his head with furious punches while feeling his head pounding by the pain that grunts each hits before he could finally feel her getting off him, stunned on the mat laying there.

Soledad stood up off of King's chest, letting out a loud cry of rage and fiery passion as the intense passion she'd been feeling burnt off. The Puerto Rican fighter's entire body was still in complete agony, and the rush of adrenaline that had feuled those punches was in severe danger of running out.

The crowd, however, had been feeling it. Voices and hands were raised, cheering Sola on. For many, it looked like the brutal, massive heel was on his way to claiming yet another victim. Sola's surprise return to life was a welcome surprise, and one that the youthful Puerto Rican fighter knew she couldn't let slip away. Backing off, Sola pushed through the pain, took a short run at King's prone body, and jumped into the air. Landing with her bum square on King's powerful abdominals, Sola hit the masked monster with a seated senton, dropping her full body weight in a simple but hopefully effective move.

Turning her aching head back to King, Sola tried to suppress a wince long enough to wink and blow a taunting kiss toward the brutal heel. Raising her arms to run her hands through her hair, Sola perched on King's belly, wiggling her bottom against him while trying to grind some air out of the brute. All of this, an attempt to come across more like she was taunting King than (as she was actually doing) trying to get herself a breather ...

Carmen didn't have a match scheduled tonight - in fact, one of the benefits to being the 24/7 champion was that she pretty much never had a match scheduled these days, since management wanted to keep her challenges random. Nonetheless, she was in attendance for this particular episode of Tension, watching the match from a screen near the gorilla position with varying degrees of interest, fear, and surprise.

The interest came from having a fellow Puerto Rican joining Tension, and that was what brought her out to the arena in the first place. She'd gotten wind of Soledad and wanted to meet her in person, knowing from experience how much of a culture shock Japan could be for someone from their little island. Carmen wanted to see if she could help her get adjusted, show her around a bit, maybe even fix her a nice, homecooked meal.

The fear came in when she heard who Soledad would be facing - Killer King. She didn't know who was responsible for putting matches together, but she did know it was someone with a weird, sick sense of humor. Here Soledad was, a fresh face looking to break into the league, and who did they saddle her with? One of the nastiest, dirtiest, meanest wrestlers in the entire business. A career-ender. A perverted freak. King should've been in jail for all of the things he'd done, but the fact that they loved putting new girls against him was just disgusting.

But the surprise came from what she was currently seeing - Soledad wasn't just surviving in the ring with King, but she was holding her own. Turning the tides. She was a swift, vibrant woman, and she moved with real purpose, confidently reclaiming the match after a rough start. Well-built, strong, fast, clearly experienced...maybe she could pull this off. It wouldn't be the first time someone managed to upset the beast.

So, for now, Carmen watched and waited, eager to see where this was going.

King still laying on the mat after his head is the main focus for his opponent, Soledad, pounding the crap out of him and that neckbreaker before that, disoriented the monster beast to the mat while trying to recover though all he can see is blinking blurs of the ceiling through his beast mask.

Not for long that he soon felt the ring shaking a bit and the girl, comes jumping right over him using her backside to land right on his massive muscled body with a thud. "Nugh!" Laying on him like shes going for a pin but mostly, in her full confident and cockiness, taunting over the masked wrestler with her posing before she move to sit on his chest and grinding against him, thinking its funny to taunt the dangerous animal like Killer King.

"Nghhhh!" It angers the mad beast, grunting and feeling the air pushes out of his large body. He got to get that bitch off him! Moving his massive hands towards at her side trying to shove her off so he can finally start trying to sit up, still messed up in the head and not the way he does to his opponent, just the brain being rattled hard by her. "Bitch.... get off!"

Soledad was looking good, posing with surprising dominance over the felled King. She had turned things around rather quickly, and sheer cockiness was exuding from her every pore. The fans were getting into it, too, from the sound of things. Then, she felt a powerful hand plant itself against her bare side, and shove her hard.

Sola went tumbling off of King in a flash of hair and flailing limbs. The knew she couldn't keep a man like King down with a simple move like that, but the Puerto Rican fighter had gotten exactly what she'd wanted: a chance to breathe. Her entire body was still aching from the beating King had inflicted on her, but she was at least strong enough again to get back to work.

Pushing herself back up to her feet, Sola hoped she could get upright before the King. Turning back toward him quickly, Soledad aimed a low, stiff kick, hoping the strike would connect with King's chest as he was on his way back up. Sola knew she couldn't keep him down forever, like this, but perhaps she could slow him down, and make the muscle-bound brute think twice about coming after her!