Heather Sunderland vs Killer King (Complete)

Heather, able to kick him away, breathed a little sigh of relief. She shook her head, pushing herself up as she grit her teeth, hearing the words from King. She sighed out a little, about to say something--but as she t urned towards him, she was met with quite the charge that she couldn't do much to prevent.

The clothesline smashed into her, rocking her as she was knocked onto her back roughly. She grunt out, rolling onto her side and rubbing the back of her head a little, letting out a slight little groan of pain.

King was furious that he couldnt do what he wanted to do, thankfully his clothesline was thought to be a small chance of success to connect, but that tiny chance is enough to actually knock Heather down to the mat and forcing the girl to rolling around holding her head in pain, he couldnt help but to stand over her, looking down and chuckles. "Huff.... whats the matter? Cant handle getting HIT?!" mocking her words before.

He would kneel down beside her as he reaching his hands under her body to scoop Heather up so he can place her back over his knee, putting one paw down on her thigh as the other which would his forearm under her busty breasts and pushing up towards her face, pushing down, stretching her backward over his knee. "Hurrrrgh!"

Heather clenched her fists, groaning more as she heard King mocking her words from earlier. She hated it--it just dug right into her head immediately. She was fuming with how frustrated she was with him as she squirmed around on the mat a bit. She was about to pick herself up before she was pulled backwards over his knee.

"Ha!?" She gasped out a little, eyes widening as she was stretched over his knee like that, yelling out in an intense rush of pain. She squirmed around, desperately reaching up to his arm, scratching and pulling at it, trying to twist herself free.

"Hurrrgh give it up girl! Unless you want to break it half! Ouch! GRRR!" King continues to pushing her down over his knee and stretching her lovely body backward that Kent Quick would love to see her in. thrusting her thigh and breasts down to let her body bounces in nice tempo.

Eventually her scratching really bothering him, annoying actually that his fine muscled arms just getting scratched all over. Releasing her body and using his one hand to grab hold of her throat to peel right off his knee to stand together, face to face. He would pull her one arm over his gripping arm holding her throat. Gloating a little bit more before he could try reaching for her pants to help her up off the mat, aiming to throw her down for the big Chokeslam!

Heather let out a long breath as she wasfinally given relief from that stretching. Her body was surging with pain, causing her to let out little whimpers and groans as she squirmed and struggled until she was finally lifted up onto her feet. She grit her teeth, glaring hard at King before she felt him grip at her pants and start to lift her up.

She grunt a bit, kicking off the floor to aid his lift--only so she could kick both her legs up. She tried to loop one around his head and the other around his arm--trying to squeeze her legs together when she did to try and lock him in a headscissor hold--just with his arm trapped as well.

Just as King got a good hold of Heather by the throat, prepare to slam her down with a thunderous chokeslam, felt the lift of her body right off the mat and ready to give her back another pain but, this damn persistent woman using her legs to catches his muscled arm and his head at the same time!

"Gah! What the hell?!" Gritting his teeth even though she couldnt see his actual face, but King now struggling against her submission hold as he can only use his free hand right now trying to pull her legs apart, even moving slowly towards to the nearest turnbuckle hoping that he could use the corner for some help. "Let go you damn woman!"

Heather snickered a bit, twisting and arching her body to keep adding more and more pressure to her hold. She rocked her body a bunch as she squeezed his head and arm, letting out a little yell with how much pressure she was putting into her legs, almost straining herself to put on as much pain as she could.

"Let go?? Don't think so! Not letting go for a second!" She said, keeping that grin on her face. "I'll squeeze your fucking head off of I have to! You--are--mine!" She yelled out, jerking her body with each of those last three words, sending jolts of pressure into her legs.

King growls that his arm is completely trapped by her fuckin scissorhold the move that he truly hates the most in wrestling, its stupid yet effective and works well for women to use against their opponents, like King himself, hated it so much. He tries to shake his muscled arm to get Heather off him but with her legs holding not only his arm but his head as well, making it difficult to shake her off.

Eventually, the beast moving closer and closer to the turnbuckle where he can only think one thing, use Heather to bash her body right on the corner to loosen her up. The mad beast tries to lift his arm as high as he could hoping he could drop down aiming to slam her backside to the top turnbuckle pad. "Bitch, let go!"

Heather kept up that squeeze as tight as she could, arching and jerking her body a bunch. She kept reapplying that pressure over and over, biting her lip hard as she pulled and squeezed. "Can't take it!? Come on! Just tap!" She yelled out, arching as much as she could.

Her eyes widened as she was suddenly lifted up fully, gasping at what was happening. She held on as tight as she could, bracing herself as much as she could before she was brought down onto the top turnbuckle. She yelled out in pain, her bodyarching and jerking in pain as she was forced to let go.

King managed to slam that bitch right on the top turnbuckle that forces her to let go, he would moving back to the center of the ring, kept walking until he gets to the opposite corner while rubbing his sore arm, shaking the pain away, trying to get his feelings back in. "Stupid bitch.... grrr....." mumbling to himself.

He then turns around while backing up against the corner, taking a short breather until he could see Heather if shes still standing, whenever he could see her feet on the mat and standing up, King would pushes himself right out from the corner and charging for Heather as fast as the beast can move, which isnt that fast but its something..... hoping he could go low aiming for his shoulder to spear her viciously to the gut right into the corner.