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

King groaning that now he finally back on the wheel looking to take control and messing her up real badly, and real badly he means to totally destroy her! Now he stepping in towards to the corner where he tossed that damn opponent in where he is gonna try to keep her down what he can. Pulling her up until she sitting down on the top pad and he follow up with an elbow to her stomach to stun her a little bit.

Now shes folded over from his elbow shot to the stomach, he slowly deciding to climb on the second ropes while moving his hands to grab the top ropes pulling himself up until he could stand high above. Looking down where he could see her still sitting on the turnbuckle with her head and face so close to his bulge crotch, he looks down reaching for her head trying to tuck it between his legs before reaching for her arms trying to set her up for his finisher but in a worst position for her. "Get up.... time.... to end you!"

King loomed over Soledad's prone and weakened body in terrifyingly dominant fashion. Several fans in the crowd were chanting for Sola to rally, to keep her surprise upset on the beast of a man rolling. Others were out for blood, calling for King to put the young upstart in her place.

Still struggling to breathe, Sola looked dazed as King pulled her head up by the hair. Eyelids fluttering, mouth open sleepily, she stared straight into King's imposing bulge barely registering the danger she was in. At least, until the brute had her arms hooked. Head sandwiched between his powerful thighs, Sola realized quite quickly the danger she was in, just how horrible this could turn out for her. If King hit this move, there was no getting back into the fight. There was probably no getting back up, period!

Soledad had to think fast, or she was finished. So, in a desperation move, the girl did as King said and got up. But instead of getting into the position he might have expected, Sola pushed her feet off of the top ropes and thrust forward. Rolling, she drove her back flush and hard against King's aching chest and hooked his legs behind the knees with her hands- trying to force him off of the second rope and down onto his back, with her on top of him in a surprise rollup position!

King was ready to take her out once and for all with one powerful finisher that everyone have lose to, his deadly Pedigree but this one is high above the ropes where he would take her down really hard to the mat with that damn face of hers.

With her head tucked between his legs ready to pull her up for a very bumpy ride. Lifting her up and suddenly, she rolling against King knocking him back off the turnbuckle and down he goes! His opponent Soledad rolled until she landed on his sore chest with his leg getting hooked, sandwiching the monstrous beast to the mat and going for a pin like that, the referee goes in for the count down.

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

Groaning in pain now with her on top of him and pinning him down humiliatingly position. Trying to turn his shoulder over hoping to break up the pin before its too late!

The two of them had hit the mat with a resounding, powerful slam. The impact had shocked Soledad's body hard, but hopefully not as hard as it had King. The crowd came alive for the unexpected counter, not a single person in the arena having expected it. Most of them, in fact, were convinced they were just about to see the end of Sola right then and there, her pretty little face driven mercilessly into the mat.

Soledad could feel King writhing beneath her. Even stunned and hurting, the masked man was an absolute beast, and not about to lie down. Soledad's feet pressed hard into the mat, bridging into the pin. Sola's firm back was shoving with all of her might into King's chest, compressing hard into that aching chest, desperate to keep him down for the count.

"THREE!"

King's shoulder popped up just a couple of seconds after the ref hit the third count, and Soledad was thrown off of the beast-man with a look of utter shock on her face. Eyes and mouth hanging wide open, the Puerto Rican teen ran her hands through her hair, just as shocked as the roaring crowd at the rookie's upset victory.

The ref pulled Sola up to her feet as she raised the girl's hand in victory, Sola's chest heaving as she gasped for air. Slowly, that look of shock melted into a proud grin. Eventually, the youthful fighter was sashaying weakly around the ring, looking as smug and confident as her aching body would allow her, posing pretty for the cheering fans. The rush of the win went completely to her head, pushing out everything else. Including the sure-to-be-seething beast, behind her.

King been trying to get out from the surprise roll up that he was going to take her down hard into his finisher from the top turnbuckle about to slam her whole front body that would end her once and for all. But when he lifts her up about to take his opponent down, she roll herself up over the beast until she pushes him off the turnbuckle and crashing on the mat with her on top of the masked beast, sitting on him and hook his leg into a pin.

King now have to try get out of the hold while the countdown on him continues until its getting closer to the final count, he did his best trying to break up until he heard a three count, she surprise him with a roll up pinfall and the bell rings declaring the victory to the newcomer defeating the monstrous in the ring.

He got on his knees in shocked that he have lost to her so quickly like that, an surprised rollup just got him out of nowhere like a best hand that defeat his nearly unbeaten hand in poker game. He slowly getting up to his feet seeing the girl celebrating while everyone cheering her for the upset victory.

Instantly growing furious to see her defeating him added to his lost record, glaring at her while she celebrating front of everyone. King comes rushing right behind her bringing up his massive arm aiming to club her right the back of her head to knock the bitch down for defeating him.

Her music still playing over the loudspeaker, Soledad whipped her hair to one side and shook the referee off of her hand. The rush of victory was fully going to the young woman's head, giving her the urge to let loose and celebrate. An AFW debut, with a win over one of the most feared men in the league? Hell yeah, it was time to celebrate!

Stepping forward, Sola began to dance a bit, for the fans. Blowing a couple of kisses to the guys in the crowd, then leaning back, moving her shoulders and gyrating her full, sweat-glistening bosom to the music. Laughing, Sola was beaming for the crowd, teasing them playfully while living up her victory. She was so lost in the moment, that she couldn't hear the few voices in the crowd trying to warn her that it was all about to go horribly, horribly wrong.

Everything came to a crashint halt, the moment King's elbow slammed into Sola's skull. "AARRGH!" she cried out, falling straight to the mat. "D-damn ..." she moaned, hand moving to the back of her skull. Stunned, Sola could pound her feet on the mat in pain, groan as she failed to push herself back up, and struggle to figure out what the hell had just happened.

King is furious that he lost his match that he would of won right there and then, but the fact is truth he didnt win and that just angers him a lot. Now coming right behind her while she was celebrating to her stupid fans and he will gladly make her celebrate even more with all of her fans to enjoy what they're about to see.

Looking down at her thinking what he can do horrible things to her. Reaching down for her head to grab trying to pull her up and tucking down between his powerful legs like he tried before. This time, he tries to reach both of her arms to hook it behind her back pulling her up to show that ass front of her fans until he jumps up to drop down on his knees to faceplant her to the mat with all his weights into his deadly finisher- King's Pedigree.

Soledad's head was spinning, having gone at a knee-jerk pace from celebrating a landmark victory to being overcome with fear and pain. All of that in an instant, leaving her disoriented and fearful. Sola stared out with bleary eyes at the confused crowd, the only things she was really able to perceive being the pain coursing through her head, down the rest of her body, and the cold sensation of the mat against her bare, hot flesh.

"Uuughh, d-dammit!" she moaned, as King took her head firmly in hand. The Peurto Rican wrestler's arms flailed helplessly, as he twisted and manipulated her body into position. "W-wait! Wait!" she shouted, as King took her head and shoved it between his thighs. "Why?" she whimpered, tears running down her cheeks. The image of the street-toughened fighter warrior was gone, now, replaced by a scared teenager, trapped. All she could feel, was the powerful muscles of King's thighs, clasped mercilessly around her head, and the terror of knowing the pain about to come her way.

Sola didn't stop struggling, though, as King hooked her arms and locked in her position. Unfortunately, all that accomplished was making her ass jiggle and squirm in front of the crowd, while King got ready to break her. After what seemed like an eternity of struggle and humiliation, Sola was finally yanked off her feet, and slammed into the mat. The girl went out like a light- even if she had won the match, she ended up yet another victim of the King's Pedigree. She would lay flat beneath King's powerful mounting body, the occasional twitch in her thigs being the only sign of life in her.

King just vicious attacked the winner of the match against him and he is showing her a very deadly move that she shouldnt pisses off the monster like him like that. Down on his knees looking down at her where she laying face down on the mat suffering by the hands of the masked beast as he huffing out angry breath as her seeing shes either knocked out or completely drained while the deadly monster himself filled with rage recharging his stamina.

He soon getting off her head and slowly moving out of the ring where he stepping down on the outside and reaching under the ring looking for a table to pull out and set it up between the barricade and the ring. Once he did that, he would reaching in the ring trying to grab the damn bitch rolling her out with him so he can get her head down between his legs, getting ready to put her through the table in front of her stupid fans, they WILL definitely wont like what he did to her. "Grrrrrr.... what you get for pulling that move on me!" King flexing his arms looking around gloating a little before preparing to take her down.

Sometimes, Carmen hated Tension.

It could be a great organization, and she’d had many enjoyable moments in it. But for every great moment, there was a disgusting display like this: a fresh newcomer, looking to shine in front of the fans, getting destroyed by King on her opening night. It wasn’t the first time such a thing happened and it probably wouldn’t be the last.

But not tonight. Not when she could do something about it.

She’d started rushing through the back the moment it became clear that King was taking his loss less than graciously, attacking Soledad when she was celebrating. By the time she’d burst out through the back curtain with her title belt in hand, King had already set up a table and was lifting her fellow Puerto Rican up for a powerbomb. Through the wood, with only the bare floor underneath. The sort of hit that could take a year or two off your career.

”-cansado de esta meirda-” Carmen broke into a stream of muttered curses as she made her way down the ramp and the crowd started to cheer her on, glad that someone, anyone was here to stop the massacre. She whipped around the corner, dropped low, and swung the title belt at King’s knees from the side, trying to make him drop Vega.

It probably wouldn’t be a gentle fall for her unconscious form, but it would be a lot better than the alternative.