Killer King vs. La Mariposa: The Fortunes of Royalty

La Mariposa slowly regained her senses, only to acknowledge one worrying fact - he was indeed powerful. A specimen, in fact, and the field of study that La Mariposa's altar ego had taken as her own qualified The Butterfly to make that statement. She was glad that certain people in the world did not want his genes for some sinister purpose. The pain coursing through her shoulders was sinister enough, and that was constrained to the wrestling ring. But that was not to her concern right now - her concern was recovering and escaping to an empty corner of the ring again to put distance between herself and the brute. She groaned and rolled once more, her eyes taking in the crowd when they should have been watching Killer King.

His stomps against the mat, throbbing in her head, informed her that she had not gotten far enough, and she pushed up on her hands to escape, only for him to take her head in his massive hands - firmly enough that it was an unpleasant feeling - and haul her up himself. She found herself facing him, and defiantly, she struck out a hand against his chest as sharply as she could, taking her hits where she could get them. When her hand wrapped around her throat - leaving her to rasp against the pressure - she swiped at his forearm, but to no avail. A second hand joined to immobilize her, grabbing her through the legs (which she didn't like in the slightest, even more than the hand on her throat), and La Mariposa felt herself being lifted from the ground, up over his shoulders, to the distress of the crowd watching. Here it was. He wanted to embarrass her. Shame her. And at this pace, he might succeed.

La Mariposa would not let such a thing happen. Staring down at the mat below her, she reminded herself that she was not afraid to fly. She had to focus, and get past the way he was handling her.

She flailed in his grip a moment, trying to gather her bearings and the disorienting perspective. Her legs were free...that was potentially an out, she thought. It was hard to think when her throat and her crotch both were being mashed to misery in a burly man's hands. But certainly, it was an idea, and she did not want to be up here any longer than she needed to be - before he thought to slam her back down to the mat. She had to act.

For leverage, she grabbed his wrist before she awkwardly swung a foot down at Killer King's masked face.

King wanted to teach this girl a lesson one way or another and he would prefer the very hard way to show how much he is a monster he really is, already proven that what Killer King is capable of for years, but still wanted to reminded everyone new to wrestling to fans, everyone recognized he is the most dangerous man around.

His opponent a luchadore was taken down pretty hard by his move and now pulling her back up until he get a good grip on the throat and between the legs and lift, high above his head like a toy for him to display front of everyone watching his power to hold her just to let her set in the fear before he decided to take her down somehow.

Eventually he felt her body wiggling around in his big hands trying to escape but doing what he can to hold her up but with a grip on his wrist and suddenly her smooth lookin leg coming right to his head to boot him in the face. "UGH!" He would let her go and stumbling to the side, shaking his head to get the cobweb out of his thick skull, growling in displease.

He would turn his head glaring at the masked wrestler as the beast goes in rage once more hoping he comes rushing for her pounding his fist as he goes in swinging his right fist trying to clock her skull with a hard punch to take her down to the mat.

From her uncomfortable, yet lofty, position, La Mariposa could see that her escape plan was an effective one as she connected with the swing of her leg. The strong grip that the giant had on her loosened, and the powerless feeling of being held high above the mat gave way to the powerless feeling of falling. Fortunately, the high-flyer was used to falling; she dropped down behind Killer King, angling herself so that she absorbed the impact with her knees and hands. Still was not the most pleasant of landings, but she would make do with anything rather than having the overgrown cat showing her off to the crowd like slain prey. Though achy, she spun back up to her feet, widening the distance between herself and her opponent.

As the man turned to her, evidently upset, she was glad that she made that distance. La Mariposa knew he would charge likely even before he did, and she set her feet as soon as his heavy steps bombarded the mat and carried him towards her, as if she would remain rooted in place to withstand the impact. When he reached her, though, the nimble butterfly threw her body to one side of him and, body falling out of the way with the motion, scissored one of his legs as he passed to send him careening into the ropes from the force of his own momentum.

King was bit furious that he thought he got this in the bag with her held up in the air by his grubby strong hands showing to everyone what he is able to do, though not surprisingly that the beast is strong enough to lift nearly anyone above his head and feeling proud about himself.

But eventually that his snaky opponent slips right out of his hands while she was shaking herself out and kicked him in the face to escape, that made him extremely made as fast as a light switch. It only took him a moment to clutches his head from the kick before turning in rage coming right for her where he would give her one hard punch to the skull to see if she likes it and see how it feels what King felt, even though his would be far powerful.

But blind rage got the best of him, his opponent were quick enough to avoid his punch and catches his legs to trip him forward forcing the big beast to land harshly right on the middle rope, painful landing with a snap grunting from the rebounding rope. "Ugnhhh" He didnt see it coming which of course he didnt, trying to regain his senses before he could try to get off the ropes and back on his feet.

La Mariposa could not help but mentally note that several old adages about size and pride leading to a great fall applied to Killer King in this situation, as her legs trapped his and sent him tumbling, but she did not want to take the time to appreciate them fully. She had just felled the beast - at least for the moment - and she needed to take the initiative to make the most of her advantage. Gracefully, she rolled herself back to her feet from her position on the mat as the mass of a man collided roughly with the ropes, and fortunately, her next step was already planned - a risky follow-up, but she saw no better solution. She needed impact.

Though her great focus was on taking down the King, she did spare the crowd one brief spread of her arms (her shoulder aching slightly in response) in acknowledgement of their continued cheers as she took several steps back, measuring her strides and the momentum she needed, towards the center of the ring. With a breath to prepare herself - she darted forward and leaped, grabbing the top rope while her feet landed on the middle rope at the turnbuckle by her downed opponent. Shifting her body, she used the ropes' rebound to launch her towards Killer King, the flight carrying her in an arc towards the man's back to drive her feet into the back of his neck from above.

King groaned that he didnt see himself getting caught like that and pulled right to the ropes with the weights of himself but he soon regaining his senses figuring out whats going on, found that hes leaning on the ropes as he trying to pushes himself but feeling disoriented from the landing.

He couldnt see whats going on only to get a sudden hit onto his back of his neck pushing all the way down against the rope as he gasp loudly from the pain, bouncing right off to hold onto his throat, coughing in pain, groaning as he tries to recover hopefully he can figuring out what the hell is going on.

"Ughhhh stupid bitch! Nghhhhh...." King groaning, rolling side by side trying to see if he could get back on his feet though that woman really messed him up from that landing on his neck. "You'll regret on doing that to me..... grrrr..." cursing her, hoping he could get his hands on her again and beat the crap out of that masked woman, show her!