The Ill-Advised Open Challenge! (For KillerV)

Taking the beating of a lifetime, Becky Brooke stared around the arena in wide-eyed shock. It was all so much to process, trying to figure out how she'd gotten herself into this predicament. How she could have messed up so badly ... And King wasn't going to give the buxom young American a chance to figure it out. In a snap, King slammed Becky's body into the mat, squashing her generous curves flatter against the ring than she'd been since junior high ...

"Aauugghh!" Becky cried out, as King squished her against the mat. Becky gasped to try and return some air to her flattened lungs, her body feeling warm and soft as it pressed up against King.
As King got up, Becky tried to stretch out her aching spine. "Ooowwiee ..." she whined, arching her back so sharply that her ample breasts nearly rolled up to smother her face. Blinded by overwhelming pain and her own generous curves, the blonde couldn't even tell what King was doing, until as he slipped out of the ring.

Trying to push herself up onto all fours, the half-prone Becky looked even more pathetic as King stepped back up to her, beer in hand. She was like putty in his beastly hands, as King scooped her up and draped her over his knee. "Nnnooo!" Becky whimpered, as she was laid out across King's knee. Her body sank into his knee, limp and soft, helpless as King poured out the beer all across her soft, pale flesh. Becky squirmed as the drink ran across her body, rivulets of running booze running through all the nooks and crannies of muscle and curvy flesh all over her body. "Uhnnn," she whined, as she felt cold beer running between her ample breasts, toward her face. Becky was too young to drink, in the states, and a "good girl" like her had never even tried to sneak a sip of the stuff. The smell and feel of it, coupled with her current pain and humiliation, told Becky that it was far from her favorite.

Then, things were made worse as Becky felt King's arms press into her body, folding her across his knee, nearly bending her clean in half! "Oooowieee, owww!" Becky whined, getting loud and louder. "Le-lemme go! Stop it!" Becky shook her head in protest, blonde locks dragging across the mat, as beer began to seep into them. Becky wrapped her fingers around King's forearm, the one that was compressed her soft breasts up toward her face, trying desperately to pry him off of her.

King continues to toy with his opponent lovely body tendering her over and over, even marinating Becky with the beer pouring all over her making the skin shiny and wet for the beast to cook her well and make this All-American blonde tasty. After he finished pouring the beer on her he then putting his arms and hands over her body to stretches that out over his knee watching Becky arching backward as she screaming out in pain, doing what she can to escape but only so far shes pulling onto his arm thats pressing against her ample breasts nearly up to her face, poor girl!

"Hmmmmmm! You like it blondie? I got more for you to make sure you're well done enough for me to..... enjoy myself!" Taunting her while shes still on his knee with that back taking so much pain by the monster himself. King wanted her back to stretch as long she can handle or more of, King willing to rest on her body while he weighing her down some, doesnt matter, he is still enjoying what hes doing.

"Want to continue? I know I do, blonde!" Taking his arms and hands off her only to reach for her head and peel Becky right off his knee so both wrestlers can stand up and face each other. King would try pulling her head down between his legs before leaning over to wrap his strong big arms around the waist to lift, flip her up onto his shoulders but his hands would move under her arms to lift her so that Becky legs and backside is against his back, spreading her arms out to hold her like a big cross, getting ready to do something to her.

"Uuuhhnnnn," whined Becky, as King continued to stretch her body out and put it on display for the leering fans. King's powerful arms were folding her in half with ease, even as she tried and failed to push back, mustering all the strength of a tired kitten. Her body began to tremble in his grip, her soft skin quivering as she was bent back to her very limits.

"Th-these," she gasped, when King asked if she wanted to quit, "these colors don't run!" It was unconvincing tough talk, and the young Brooke's weak voice betrayed how srength she had, at the moment. Still, she knew she couldn't surrender, couldn't give up. This was her "All American" open challenge, after all- the pride of her entire country was on her shoulders! She couldn't go down the ring, and represent America by giving up and losing, could she? Gritting her teeth, Becky fought back further tears, and tried to stay strong. "G-g-gimme ... your worst!"

Before she knew it, King was adjusting his grip. Becky went flying over the beast's shoulders, ending up draped over his back, hanging from his hands. Becky's toned bottom rested on King's back, her sweat-and-beer-soaked body pressed tight against him as she tried to rest. Worry filled her, however, as she looked down at a ring that seemed painfully far away from her. King had something planned, it wasn't going to end well for poor Becky! "No, no!" she shouted, shaking her head in protest. Weakly, she lifted a boot, and tried to bring it back against King in a limp stomping motion. Becky likely wouldn't be able to accomplish much more than making her own body jiggle a bit, with that, but she couldn't just lie back, and wait to suffer whatever fate King had in store for her. She had to be able to tell herself she could still fight!

King easily lifting his weak, pathetic blonde up over his shoulders holding her arms apart to position her like shes getting ready to take a long dive by him, depending on his choice of move that is. Clearly she wouldnt give up to the beast in any way no matter what happens to her and King is one hundred percent fine for allowing her to continue on, he wanted to teach her a big lesson on how to lose hard and hard he shall teach.

He can feel her feet tapping against his back trying to escape  but doesnt feel like shes unable to escape from his powerful hands which its great for him and sadly, not good for little blonde Becky. "Do my worst? Oh I will, you better be prepare for it little jobber!" Taunting her one more time before he is ready to really messed her up.

King would slowly backing up to the corner so Becky could see the turnbuckle giving her a thoughts he is ready to throw her in front of him but he actually gonna lift her up and drop her BEHIND the beast to see if she'll land possibly face first on the top turnbuckle pad. This is where King would follow up moving to the center and turning around hoping she would turn and out from the corner. Gesturing the All-American girl to come for him so he can get his hands on her body, one between the legs and other around her body to scoop her up and flipping upside down with their faces against their opponent crotches, hugging her body before quickly dropping down on his knees to spike her skull right on the mat for the quick Tombstone!

Dangling helplessly, Becky continued to weakly kick at King's back. In truth, it was a more pathetic attempt than simply doing nothing, but it was all the American had left to her. So only stopped when she felt King move, carrying her through the ring. Becky's eyes widened and her jaw dropped, as her anger turned to sheer panic.

"W-what are you doing? Hey! Stop!" She tried to writhe her way out of King's grip, but it was easy for him to get a decisive hold on her, with his powerful mits around her arms. All Becky really managed to do, at this point, was grind her thick ass against King's back, as she failed to kick out of his sadistic grip.

"Whoa!" Becky squealed, dropping hard and unexpected as King released her ... and dropped the buxom Blonde's face straight into a corner turnbuckle! "Oooff!" Becky grunted, as her pretty little face bounced off of the post. Her head rocked back, blonde locks flying in every direction, the empty-headed little bimbo knocked even more senseless by the impact. She stumbled back, in a daze, forgetting all about King until the masked man-beast caught her in her clutches, yet again.

"Oh," she moaned, as she slowly realized what was happening. "Oh, no! No! NOOO!" Becky squealed, as King wrapped his arms around her hourglass figure and lifted her into position for a piledriver. Becky knew the move mostly by reputation, a devastating maneuver that was incredibly dangerous. "Noo!" she continued to shout, as she dangled upside down in King's grip. Becky squeezed tightly against King's powerful figure, her soft body melting into his as fear overwhelmed her senses. "Nooo-oo~!" Becky continued to whine, shouting the word over and over again as her face nuzzled King's manhood. She didn't even think about what she was doing, she was simply overcome with fear over what King was going to do to her, next!

And sure enough, the beast planted her hard into the mat, head-first, bouncing Becky's body hard with the piledriver! Becky didn't make a sound, after that, her body giving one massive, full jiggle with the impact. She hung there for a moment, looking planted like a post, before her body limply dropped to the mat. Through tear-soaked eyes, Becky stared listlessly at the arena lights, struggling to remain conscious after such a punishing move.

King enjoyed using her like his little test experiments using whatever moves he can think of and see how useful on his sexy opponent and how she reacts to the impact of the moves too. Whether her hair flying all over, dazed face, hot body bounces around and her breasts jiggles too, whatever it may be, he wants to see everything.

He soon dropped her behind him which leads Becky to land right on the top turnbuckle pad as he turns around awaiting for her to stumble right back into him. The beast quickly scoops her up in his arms and flipping the busty blonde upside down showing off to everyone around him as she begs him to stop what hes planning to do to her, but of course her plead doesnt stop the monstrous man at all and comes down to impact her head right to the mat before letting her go, watching her landing down as her jiggly breasts and body bounces around before completely still.

"Mmmm sexy!" He said to her while shes down on the mat like that, seeing how her eyes all teary from the beat down she probably never have in her life. Just something popped up in his mind that he was thinking about doing something very dirty, very painful, that she'll surely not gonna like it one bit!

The beast decided to get back on his feet as he tries to step onto her blonde hair to weight it down while crouching to reach not for her wrists as everyone thought at first. But reaching for her pair of orbs to firmly squeezing it and standing up slowly until he could lift her body up by the boobs while her hair is pulling her scalp, see how long she'll notices whats going on. "Hehe a good idea indeed!"

Becky lay motionless on the mat- well, aside from her still-jiggling curves, settling from the impact- after King's brutal piledriver planted her there. "Ooowww ..." Becky whined, scrunching her face. Slowly, the American girl lifted her hands to her head, trying to nurse the agony in her aching neck and skull. She could hardly believe King would use such a devastating move, in a match. "How could you be so meeeaaannn?" Becky asked, whimpering.

Becky couldn't help it now, especially after hearing King's 'sexy' comment. The tears came flowing freely from her eyes, as heavy sobs wracked her entire body. Becky's chest bounced and heaved with the force of her sobbing, as she realized the masked monster was simply playing with her, now. What the blonde didn't realize, however, was that the game was about to get that much worse ...

Becky didn't even notice as King started to get up, or even as he stepped onto her long, blonde locks. Those were hanging loosely over the ring, splayed out in every direction while she laid back and suffered. Trying to open her eyes, the tears caught the arena lights and she couldn't make out a thing. That is, until King's shadowy figure came down, groping hands extended.

"W-what?" Becky gasped, as King took two heavy handfuls of her sizable, bouyant breasts. "Aah-ah-what? L-leggo! Stoo~op!" Becky protested, her boots kicking against the mat futilely. Then, she felt King's powerful hands clench onto her breasts, and begin lifting her body off the mat by those soft, sensitive mounds of flesh! "AAAAAAAAAHHHH!" Becky screamed, as she felt King's fingers dig into her sensitive, vulnerable flesh. Her hair was pulling at her scalp, as King kept it planted to the mat and pulled tight off of her scalp. "EEEEEYAAAAAHHH!" Becky's screaming got louder and louder, as her boots pummeled the mat. The tears were flowing freely as ever, running down her face so badly that they began to soak the mat, as the blonde American was tortured and humiliated in front of the massive arena!

King not even done with her just yet, she is still not fully ripe for him to pick her since her delicious body need to continue to play with if she can stay awake any longer that is. So to help her keep motivating on going on, he would step on her hair and weigh it down before leaning over to grab both pairs of boobs to pull up slowly to stretch on her skin as she screams out so loud, probably the most painful and humiliating event so far for Becky.

"Mmmm! Didnt think it would work but hah!" He would hold her up by the breasts a little longer so she can scream, tearing out of her eyes, tapping her feet on the mat as long as she can before the beast would let her breasts go to watch her flop to the mat, surely clutching on her big busts.

He would stay on her hair while posing his arms over her and front of everyone as the crowd booing him so loudly that he can only laugh right back at them. King stepping off her hair and reaching down that same hair to pull her up trying to slip behind the busty All-American so he can go for his next move, wanted to toy with her as he can.

He would try putting her arm around his neck while he crouching down, moving his hands under her smooth thighs to lift her up off the mat and spread her legs front of everyone, showing off the crotch until he can drop her down as he kneel, aiming to slam that fine ass right on top see how she'll react this time. "HA!"

Becky's screams only stopped when King finally released her tender, aching breasts and let her limp body fall back to the mat. "Aaahhhoo-oo-ooww~!!" she half-shouted, half-sobbed. Reaching her arms up, Becky wrapped them around her generous bust, trying to massage them tenderly, hoping to alleviate some of the blinding pain. Her hair, still pinned to the mat, was soaked in her tears. Becky could hardly believe this had happened; what kind of monster was King, she asked herself.

As he flexed for the crowd, drawing loud jeers from the fans while he made Becky look even more pathetic and helpless, she couldn't do anything but try to rub and massage the pain out of her soft, tenderized chest. "Ooowww~" she whimpered, not even trying to get herself back into the match yet. She just hoped that King would continue taunting and posing long enough that he might forget about her, and let her rest.

Which was, of course, too much for her to hope for. Taking a fistful of Becky's long blonde hair, King yanked on her already-aching scalp, and pulled her back off the mat. Becky felt her arm go over King's neck, felt his other hand sliding up her thigh. Her legs tensed, trying weakly to squeeze his hand between her thighs to block him, but she lacked the strength. King put her on humiliating display, while all Becky could do was shake her head in protest. Then, mercilessly, King slammed her down onto his knee, with an inverted atomic drop!

"Aaaughhh," Becky moaned, bouncing miserably on King's knee at the impact. The move hit Becky's tailbone hard, sending waves of pain through her spine. All she could do was bounce and jiggle in agony on King's knee, grinding her bottom against him accidentally, looking more like an amateur lapdancer than a wrestler!

King continues his vicious and sick urges to dominate his opponent with everything he got and as he still crushing her more and more with every moves he could think of, his adrenaline flowing right through him wanted more of her body to keep shaping around by his filthy hands. The beast still having his fun with the busty blonde so called All-American messing Becky up repeatedly all over the ring, and see if she'll be able to continue or not.

While Becky sitting painfully on his knee, he could help to look pass by her body to see that large melons of her sticking out to easily see from the side and her milky skin lookin really good especially she reeks of beer that he poured onto her not long ago. If she could see his actual face, he would be licking his lips like a perverted sick man he is.

"Having fun yet?!" Taunting her while he pulls Becky up to her feet until her ass landed down hard right on top his knee, easy picking from here. The perverted beast moving his hands on her smooth thighs rubbing right on the top to feel her, arousing the monster while his hands moving back until he can feel her red, white, blue bikini bottom and her ass. He soon pulls her backward where he'll get Becky back sliding across his shoulders to lift her up while he stand. His hands holding her hair and thigh as he could lift her up on his shoulders will soon change position so have his arm drape over her chin and other hand actually placing on her crotch, palm down and pushing against it while rubbing slightly rough, together bending the poor blond backward in his deadly Torture Rack. "Hurrrrgh!"

Once he could lift her up and pulling down to work more on her backside, her weaken spine, jerking her lovely body down front of everyone as he could see many faces in disgusts while some actually liking it, either way, many of them have many different opinions about this match and he doesnt care not one bit. Growling as he pulls her hard over and over, grunting with each pulls onto her warmth crotch and her chin by his arm, letting her scream out loud while holding her like a workout equipment. "HURRRRGH HURRRGH! GIVE UP?!"