Heather Sunderland vs Killer King (Complete)

Heather gasped out a little as he blocked the kendo stick with his hand. She clicked her tongue, gritting her teeth as she pulled it away. She was about to try something else before she felt him grab her by the hair. She winced hard, yelping out as she stumbled a bit, shaking her head.

Before she could pull away, he slammed his head into her's, rocking her skull. She grunt out, stumbling back and rubbing her head, leaning back against the ring apron. "Guh..damn.." She let out as her head spun, trying her best to just regain herself.

King managed to get a hold of the kendo stick that would of inflict far more pain on his soft side where his ribs took few hits already. Thankfully he was able to follow up with a counter of his own and headbutt Heather to her thick skull of hers, knocking her back to the ring apron. Hoping he could yank her weapon out of her hand to throw it down to the floor near them, since doesnt need a weapon, he IS a weapon.

"Grrrr.... you stupid bitch!" angry right at Heather. Since shes right up against the ring apron, he take his one hand pushing against her chin as far as her head can lean back, just to make her ample chest pushing out, allowing King to try to follow up with his free hand and slap it down right between the breasts.

The Nature Boy would definitely call out on that sound. "WOO!"

Heather clicked her tongue a little, shaking her head to try and shake off that headbutt that was causing her head to pound a bit. She grit her teeth hard, glaring as the Kendo stick was taken away from her. It was an inconvenience--she could finish him alot faster with a weapon--but she wasn't totally lost without one. She could clearly still take the fight to him without any such thing.

She groaned out as her head was pushed back like that, clenching her teeth hard before that slap clashed with her breasts. She yelped out, wincing hard as her chest stung quite a bit, taking the breath out of her a little. She wasn't about to let him best her like that though. Showing that she wasn't afraid to go toe-to-toe--she brought her hand in, aiming to slam her palm against his chest hard with a knife-edge chop return of her own.

Now that King is getting his licks on the attack since her equalizer is taken away from her, being pushed back against the ring apron that the sick beast follow up with her head back and breasts slapped hard by the mighty man, echoing with everyone synchronizing together with 'ohhhh!' that Heather took it well.

But she doesnt seem to stay where she is and hugging her pain, instead, King get a surprise chop to his chest by Heather, stumble him back as everyone does the same, 'ohhhhh!' from the chop as well. "Unnnn.... grrr.... is that all you got?!" does hurt actually, woman hands are hard and durable.

King tries to outreach his hand going for her throat while the other hand down between her legs, giving Heather a lift and moving her above the metal guard rail so he can drop her down with her chest right on top, where he have 'slightly' soften her up.

Heather kept clenching her teeth tightly, unable to be to pleased about giving that chop back to him. She still breathed in and out as much as she could, chest rising and falling as she squirmed and struggled around. She needed to get some space again if she was planning on continuing her offensive, shaking her head as she felt him grab her bythe throat and between her legs, Heather feeling herself lifted up.

Heather groaned and yelled out a little as she was moved above the guard rail, struggling and kicking around before she was brought down onto it. She grunt out, yelling in pain as she came down fully. She was on her back on the outside, rubbing her chest as she tried to catch her breath--the pain pounding in her.

King wanted Heather to fully understand him that he is very dangerous man to deal with and anyone who take him on should know what they're putting themselves through. Heather isnt stupid since she knows she'll do whatever she can to defeat King in this anything goes match, almost using a weapon on him.

The beast is still powerful enough to lift Heather above his head and dropping her down right on the metal guardrail that she yelled out loud before falling onto the floors hugging her chest, it was great.

King couldnt help himself but to gloat by flexing his arms looking down over Heather while everyone booing at him. The beast then reaching down for her wrist and hair getting the woman up and trying to roll her back in the ring but only halfway. Then King would gloat a little bit front of the crowd before turning to Heather trying to pull her head over the bottom rope and lean her backward hanging above the ring apron, then grabbing her chin and squatting down to stretching her neck out.

Heather grit her teeth as she watched King flex like that, clicking her tongue in frustration. She hated that he was boasting after just a couple moves. If he thought she was anywhere near done he would have another thing coming.

She grunt a little as she was lifted up, slipped halfway into the ring with her head over the bottom rope, leaning back like that. She yelled as he started to bend her like that, stretching out her neck. She kicked her legs in the ring wildly, gritting her teeth and clenching her fists tightly. She started lashing out with her fist, aiming to slam as many punches into King's upperbody as she could, not caring where she was hitting.

King now have Heather on the rope by the back of her neck while pulling down on her chin, stretching out as its not illegal move all thanks to this NHB that Heather suggested.

The beast continues on pulling down he could see the frustration on her hot face while she swingjng her fists around like some crazy lady and did hit couple of times of his beast mask, the snout acting like a speed bag for her, including hitting more easy target of his wide chest.

"Grrrrr! Stop hitting like a bitch!" King shouted at her, letting her go so he can sliding himself back in the ring hoping shes still on the ropes. He would reaches down for her legs to pull it under his arms before leaning back to catapult her.... neck and face first under the middle rope where shes between the ropes! See if she likes it rough!

Heather yelled out a little as she kept throwing those punches, hearing King's words of complaint. "Mgh--what's the matter!? Can't handle getting hit?!" She let out, not stopping at what she was doing until finally he moved, heading in to the ring and going to the opposite end of her.

She felt him grab her legs, gritting her teeth a little as she gripped the rope. She knew what he was going for--and the amount of time it took him to get into the ring and retake another position gave her plenty of time to think. She pulled her legs back as hard as she could before kicking forward with both her legs as they were in his grasp, trying to kick him hard away from her.

King gotten in the ring where he would and still able to get a hold of her legs and was going to give her one hell of a pain with the ropes but he felt her pulling him in and shoving him hard that he was forced to let go and stumbling backward almost close to the other side by the ropes. "Nghhhh! You're not gonna get away from this!" He shouted at her.

Now just waiting for the damn purple haired woman to get back on her feet so King can comes charging right for her as he attempt to pound his fist on his palm before pulling his big muscled arm out going for a big clothesline to come right across her chest!