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

Huffing on the mat with that opponent of his laying on top of him thinking like he is some sort of trophy after being hunted, but the beast is still alive and well, just beaten up pretty bad. Grunting to move his hands on her and shoving that woman right off him before he could finally recover a little bit, giving him a bit of time to start slowly moving his heavy body, peel his backside off the mat.

Slowly he eventually get on all fours with his body building up some sweats dripping right off him. His hands pushing against the mat to sit himself up on his knees where that opponent Soledad comes right at him with a kick to his chest, a loud slap like sound echoing the ring. "Unnnnngh!"

Clenching his fists to endure the pain, not wanting to show his chest hurt to cover up, just leaving it open and glaring right up at her, heavily breathing as King just plain angry at her, just need a little more time to recover from all of this.

Soledad was still feeling the rush of having downed the King, and having kept him down for a moment. Even if the brutal heel was already powering his way back to his feet, she had the upper hand for the moment. Or at least, that's how the Puerto Rican youth felt until King started breathing deeply.

The monster's fierce mask was a perpetual, animal scowl, and Soledad was sure that wasn't far from the man's actual facial expression. She had definitely manage to piss him off, if nothing else!

This was no time to let up, Sola decided. Balancing herself on her rear foot, Sola unleashed with a series of sharp kicks at the body of the rising King. Beads of sweat flew off of her body as she worked, heart pumping as every muscle in her vivacious body tensed and flexed, shapely legs delivering kick after kick to King's body. Once, twice, three times she tee'd off on him, not sure if it would stop him or even slow him down. As they went, the kicks started getting sloppier, as panic began to set in.

King barely getting himself up and only on his knees before her, his opponent should be added to his hit list sooner or later, but she was going to back down to him as she comes for him and goes to kick right his muscled broad chest, like a punching bag he usually use his opponent for, she does the same to practice her kicks as hard as she could, loud smacks each time. "UNNN UNNN NGHHH!"

Grunting from the painful kicks she did to him that King hunches over about to fall face first but he hangs in there, huffing and enduring such pain, he slowly tries to get his feet to slide under himself and hoping to get back on his feet, showing he cannot be stop no matter what she tries to do to him.

"You will.... not beat me... you little... bitch...." He tries to intimidate her while getting back on his feet to tower right over in front of her, with his large size, letting her know that fear will sinks into her.

After the brutal kicks to king, Sola stumbled back, a bit. Her face was red, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She put every bit of wild power she could muster into those kicks, and still King kept coming on.

"No way," Sola gasped, as King rose to his full height. Her body trembled, as a shiver ran up and down her spine. She was young yet experienced, and in all her time fighting Sola didn't think she'd ever seen a man with the resilience and ferocity of the Killer King. Some of the color went out of Sola's face, as her entire body was covered in a thin sheen of panicked sweat.

Biting her lip, Sola turned and went into action, not allowing herself to sit idly by and wait for the brutal punishment that was about to get inflicted on her body. As King stood there, Sola ran the ropes, building speed and momentum, coming back at the man and trying to shoot a high jumping knee strike that would have hit the masked man-beast square in the chest, as long as he didn't spring into action to stop her, along the way.

What King loves to see is the fears into their eyes showing all hopes are lost when facing against such monster like him. His beastly mask eyes staring right at her as he could see her going pale like she have seen a ghost, fearsome ghost that could kick her ass all over the ring.

He slowly starts moving his feet stepping closer towards to his opponent which she then turn to run right for the ropes and bounces fast running at King. Glaring at her as he didnt want to move, thinking he would stood there and assuming her next attack not gonna take him down that easily, not a chance, gonna show shes going to run into a brick wall. As soon she gotten close enough, she brings her knee up right for his chest at high speed and hit...... knocking the beast down hard! "URGH!"

King went down hard from that flying knee strike and for once in this match, he move his hand up to his chest showing sign of hurting, rolling to hopefully get on all fours, grunting in pain. Biting down to suck up the pain but after all those attacks to his chest, starting to hurt like hell. "Unnnn fuck!"

After the knee strike, Soledad landed on her feet with a look of absolute astonishment on her face. She was gasping for air, her heart pounding like it was going to burst out of her chest at any moment. Somehow, the strike had worked! King was down, and looked like he was hurting!

In truth, though, the strike had taken its toll on Soledad's knee, as well. The force of the impact was impressive, leaving the joint feeling sore and aching. Probably won't get away with using that one again, Sola thought to herself. Worse yet, she could only imagine how angry King must be, now, and how much it was going to hurt if the brute did manage to get back to his feet. Eyes still wide, looking like a panicked animal, Sola knew she'd have to press her advantage, if she was going to come out of this match in one piece.

Stepping over King's prone body, the Puerto Rican teen fighter mounted the large man's shoulders, putting her legs around the arm that King was using to support himself. Reaching down, she snatched at the limb, and pulled it up to try and lock in an armbar position. Instead of locking it in, however, Sola thrust down with her powerful hips, hoping to slam the monstrous King into the mat, chest-first, to further punish the wounded beast.

His chest hurts so much from that flying knee that took him down with one shot, was quick and painful too. Groaning as the beast rolling to get on all fours, the chest turned sore as he struggles to recover from such attacks that he didnt expected to hurt this much.

He tries to get back on his feet but doesnt stop his opponent to reach for his arm pulling between her legs while sitting on his shoulder, trying to lock him in her submission hold as well thrusting down with her fat ass pushing down the beast. But he still have his one hand against the mat pushing as hard as he could, showing he is still in this and not gonna let her beat his ass down!

Grunt heavy pushing hard and powering his feet against the mat to stand up with her on his shoulder while hanging and locking his arm. Hoping he could bring his one good hand up to her hair trying to grab on so he would yank her forward to throw her right into the turnbuckle giving her one hell of a fling.

"H-hey," Soledad said, fear widening her eyes, "Hey! No!" King was pushing himself back up to his full, considerable height, now, and it seemed like he was going to be sending Soledad on a bit of a ride, now. The Puerto Rican youth kept her grip on King's arm as well as she could, but his locking of his hands protected him from getting caught in the submission hold. Even those in the audience that truly hated the beast were silent, in awe of his power.

Soladad tried to escape, then, to put some distance between herself and the wrathful King. "Aaow!" she cried, as King's hand grabbed a fistful of her jet black hair. The smug look on Sola's face moments ago had completely given way to fear and shock, now, as she stared into King's fierce, cat-like mask. Soledad went flying into the turnbuckle with minimal resistance, hitting it hard. The turnaround had caught the cocky teen fighter off guard, leaving her confused and vulnerable. Her body rocked by the collission, Sola hung limply, body writhing in pain and just waiting for King's next move.

King is just freakin mad now with her just messing him up so much, so far into the match and he needs to give her one hell of a beating that she solely deserves. His big hand grabbing hold of her dark long hair and using it to yank her hard sending that woman right into the turnbuckle that also forces her to let him go, panting as he drops down on his knee taking a short breather.

His sore arm hurts as well his chest, both throbbing in pain while he tries to get back on his feet, can show the masked beast is covered in sweats and having bit of hard time crushing her since shes doing 'well' against him, and he doesnt like it one bit.

Slowly approaching to his opponent hoping to get close enough that he could reach for her hair once more, trying to pull her up on the turnbuckle so she can sit on top. Hopefully he could pull it off before he pull his good arm back and pointing his elbow right at her stomach to strike hard, let some air blown right out of her.

Soledad was scrambling, now, the beast getting his wind back and showing off his impressive power. The Puerto Rican fighter as shaking her head hard and wild, trying to shake off the fear and pain King was inflicting on her, but the beast of a man was firmly in control, now. Her scalp burned as he dragged her around by the hair, keeping the poor young woman disoriented and at a firm disadvantage.

Before she knew it, Soledad was seated precariously on the top turnbuckle. Her hands gripped the top rope, instinctively trying to keep herself as safe as she possibly could, considering her dangerous position. The teen's face was a grimace, panic setting in as she realized she had nowhere to go from here that wasn't going to hurt like hell.

"OOOFF!" she grunted, as King's elbow drove hard into her abdomen. Her firm body crumbled under the force of his blow, folding in half. Soledad hung limply from her perch, now, struggling to breathe air back into her lungs. She'd managed to wound King, but the masked beast was still firmly in control, and she was at his mercy.