Killer King vs. La Mariposa: The Fortunes of Royalty

DROPPED

King wasnt too lucky so far when taking on newcomers like he did before, but this time, he thinks he'll break his losing streak in a sort way so tonight, its gonna get broken and his opponent gonna break in half by his own two powerful hands and get dominated by the most powerful infamous beast of Tension, Killer King!

Coming out on stage after his opponent does whatever she wants front of everyone to get all the goody goodness from them . For him, doesnt matter what responds he is gonna take it like a mad man as he comes out flexing his big arms roaring out loud to try overlapping everyone loud booing. King turn his attention to his opponent waiting for him in the ring as he points while walking down the ramp. He is wearing black wrestling tights, black boots and signature black leopard mask.

He soon getting close to the side of the ring from the outside, then slowly approaching the ropes to grab onto to pull himself up until he could stand on the ring apron looking around just to see everyone surrounding the ring from behind the barricade metal bars before stepping between the ropes to get in the ring with his opponent.

Stretching his arms while tilting his head to make some popping sounds as he stepping closer to the center of the ring eyeing on his opponent to see how...... lucha libre she looks, made him wonder if he ever took one before back in his days, cant remember, maybe throwing her around will unclog his memories.

"HMPH! Think you can beat me? I think you'll get destroyed by your worst nightmare!" Threatening her to see she'll flinch or any sore of reactions by his words before the bell could rings, bringing his hands up just waiting for her to get ready too or else, he would rush to try bring his right foot up and kick her right to the midsection if his foot connects.

La Mariposa had done her homework on the "Killer King" - her scientist alter-ego would have nothing less. What she had discovered was fitting to his threatening name. He was a giant, a bully, a masked behemoth who concealed his face much like La Mariposa herself. However, where she savored the freedom her mask afforded her, he seemed to prefer that others see him as a violent, fearsome monster. It had not been overly comforting watching what he would do with some of his opponents, but her scouting, La Mariposa had witnessed that Killer King was not an unstoppable force. He would not be getting into her head, even after she had seen what he could do. She had her advantages - speed, flexibility, and her varied background in the martial arts - that provided her with confidence that this mountainous alpha male could be tamed. If she used this entire ring to its fullest, she would force the man in a leopard mask to float like a butterfly if he wanted to best her.

All that said, he certainly larger in real life than in the tapes.

She stopped her bouncing long enough to watch him emerge to a chorus of boos that were almost rattling with their intensity - nearly as intense as her opponent's own roar in response. Well, she certainly had the crowd on her side for her debut. They persisted as the man approached the ring, and La Mariposa found herself analyzing his movements. She was no psychoanalyst, but she imagined that a trained one could easily write a book about a man like Killer King, his methods, his body language, his antics. That was a task for another night, however - tonight, she had to do nothing but defeat him.

He was so very loud. As he stepped into the ring with her, she simply placed a hand on her hip as he barked (or perhaps meowed?) at her, listening to him with a small smile on her face. "I'm no stranger to nightmares, and mine look nothing like you," she retorted, her mind flashing back to her failures before she set them aside entirely. No need to think of those at a time like this. Instead, as the ref moved into position (noticeably closer to La Mariposa than to Killer King), the butterfly fell into her hyperactive fighting stance, feet bouncing at the ready and hands poised before her. "You can keep roaring, or we can tango. Show me how you move."

King glaring right at her as he watching and listening, sort of, of the female masked wrestler thinking as he analyzing assuming shes pretty fast which not good for him, but at the same time her defense wouldnt be good so her durability would be poor and not a good thing since with just one power moves, she'll suffer big time, and King will definitely like it.

"Heh, fine then Im ready, cant wait to hear you crying in pain." He said before the bell rings. He raise his hands up to slowly circling around her knowing that if he tries to reach out for her she'll dodge out of the way from being grabbed, so King have to figure out somehow to catches her.

King thinking if he comes charging attack her to force the woman to move, changing position somewhere else, then maybe he might have a chance. So King only thing he could really do is rushing towards her slapping his hard bicep of his right arm as he bend it, fist facing up to the sky, coming towards her as fast as the beast can go hoping he could, if lucky, coming to clothesline her across the head.

It came as no surprise that such a monstrosity would be happy to hear her "crying in pain." Ever a force of energy, she resisted shaking her head at the sentiment, instead smirking at the brute as they both took to measuring one another from across the ring as the bell signaled the start to the match. She had a lucha tradition to uphold, and she would show Killer King the proper respect, even if he carried none for his opponents, their bodies, or their self-respect. In silence, she matched Killer King's circles, shifting her lead foot based on where the mass of a man made his steps. Patience would be her greatest ally in the ring with such a brute. He would need to make the first move.

He did so, and La Mariposa did not even consider waiting to precisely dodge whatever move he had in mind. She evaded early, dodging off to the left towards a turnbuckle just as he raised his arm for a clothesline that would have certainly taken her to the mat at the very least, given the force behind it. For his size, he was certainly not slow, but she hoped that his speed only applied to straight charges. It was in the curves and angles that she hoped to hold the advantage, where her varied training would provide her with the necessary escapes.

She had moved so early that he would have easily seen it, so she did not become overly aggressive in the counter, instead simply cutting past him and looking to swipe the back of her hand at his neck on the way by. Regardless of whether she struck him on the pass, she wanted to be in the center of the ring. The more room she had to move, the better.

King have to find a way to get to his opponent as close as he could and hoping he put his hands on her and put the masked speedy wrestler down hard, very very hard. He rushed right for her with his big arm out going to clothesline her head off to take her down, except was she very quick and easily to avoid any physical contact by him, escaping his deadly wrath.

King managed to stop himself after missing his target trying to turn around looking for her only to get an annoying smack at the back of his neck, his body shaking suddenly building up angry, his temper easily spike in second. He turns around glaring right for her while she seem to have a good distance from him and not getting caught.

"Grrrr you!" King open his big arms wide extending side by side like looking for some hug, which he is wanting to do, coming close to the masked wrestler trying to get as close as he could until he could going in hoping his arms could clamp around her waist and lifting up, hugging her tightly in his Bearhug.

That swipe certainly seemed to make him mad, as if she needed to aid him in that endeavor.

As La Mariposa wheeled to face him again, she could already sense that he would be charging her yet again to punish her for her gall in striking him. To a certain extent, this reaction was what the butterfly wanted - today, she wanted to be more gnat than butterfly, she supposed - but she did feel anxious at seeing him practically come alight like a charging bull rather than his represented animal spirit and charge for her again, extending his arms wide and removing her opportunity to move around the sides of him. His wingspan was that reserved for prehistoric birds.

She instead chose to retreat, thrusting herself towards her own back shoulder and towards the ropes, where she bounced off and propelled herself back towards him at an angle. It was not the most well-considered of maneuvers, but La Mariposa had very little time to plan, considering his straight-line speed. Hoping one of his arms didn't catch her out, she lifted a leg as she neared to send it into his gut.

King looking for a hug, a very painful squeezing hug to crushes her between his powerful arms and large wide chest hoping he could catches her in his submission hold. But knowing she is very fast and backing off from him until shes near the ropes, using it to jump on it and coming right for him and hitting his gut with her kick. "Nghhhh!"

Her foot hit him but not slowing him down much at all, he would snatch with his arms to grab her leg and trying to yank her so she would have her body drape over his right shoulder, upside down, hoping he get his one arm to go around her head and holding her one legs in the air, hanging her behind him. If everything goes well, he would drop down on his ass aiming to slam her head to the mat in Air Raid Siren.

"GRRRR! GOING DOWN!" knowing his abs hurt from that attack but this one, would make it even or more right on her.

It was only with the most minute satisfaction that La Mariposa connected with her kick, because she knew that she sacrificed positioning to get a strike in - a biting strike, judging by his reaction, but still not good enough. His grunt only expressed his displeasure, but his body kept moving, one of his broad paws stretching out to catch the same leg she had used in her assault. She tried to roll her body to slip away and drive her heel into his knee, but his strength, unsurprisingly, was superior. He lifted her lithe frame up off the mat, and she squinted and grit her teeth, trying to keep some sense of strategy despite her concern over what came next. She chopped at his shoulders on her way up, but as he flipped her over and, before she could stretch her upper body away from his opposite arm, pulled her head into his rock-hard side. Her fights slowed to wide-eyed, tense waiting as she sensed momentum carried her to the ground.

Neck and shoulders lit afire with pain as the taut surface smacked against both and leveled them against the angle of her head. "Hyuh!" Her senses went blank long enough for her to feel as if she was still suspended in air despite rolling off of Killer King's shoulders and onto her back, and they returned in time for the pain to seep all the way down her back and for her to stare up at the arena lights. She gripped at the side of her neck through instinct and rolled over, her jaw set to help her withstand the fire in her neck. Reasonable thought returned after another couple of seconds of aching, but they helped her do nothing but roll over once more in the direction of the ropes.

King have no other choice but to take the hit to the gut in order to get close enough against that masked luchadore and he was right with a pin, catching her leg and flip her up over his shoulder and catching her head under his one arm upside down before dropping to the side where her head is and slammed her hard as he sits there to slowly clutching his stomach, checking to see what his condition is before seeing hers. That damn woman took it hard and she deserved it.

"Ughhh.... think Im done with you?" He huffed at her while shes slowly rolling away from the monstrous beast Killer King. He slowly pushes himself up to get back on his feet and heading right towards her where he would use his two large hands to place against the sides of her head to slowly pull her up standing to face him. Hopefully from there, wanted to show her how strong he really is, moving one hand against her throat as the other between the legs to quickly lifts her up over his head, high over 6 feet in the air to displaying her off front of everyone without breaking a sweat, see how she likes it. "Hurrrgh! HA!"