Beauty Meets the Beast

King is just minding his own business want some little workout in the gym, sure some people are there and they all know who he is and what he is capable of doing to his opponents or literally anyone who gets in his ways. The meanest, toughest, ruthless monster of a man wanted to keep himself in shape the best he could do and by doing so, went inside the gym and going right for the wrestling ring, wanted to get his nostalgic feelings on how to dominate his female opponents, turning them into his ragdoll and possibly, as he hoped, testing them out into his many of hundreds of thousands of moves trying them out. The beast constantly changing his finishers but only kept his famous two, the Pedigree and the Muscle Buster, both stay and everything else changes.

Everyone is watching the badass beast stepping in his ring where hes pretty much alone in his black boots, dark blue n black tights that King usually wears dark red trunks but wanted bit of changes for now, and never ever changing his signature and famous black leopard mask. Bare bronzed chest and arms, all set and go as King running to the ropes and bouncing off to run to the other side, he isnt too fast but fast enough and could send someone flying by his clothesline as he demonstrate that makes some people watching cringe knowing that would hurt like hell.

King stopped at the center showing off his boxing punches in the air, doing some left and right, knee lift then running to the ropes once again to bounces off and raise his foot for the big boot. People can hear him growls as he strikes something big, they're all afraid that whoever get caught by the predator King, he would maul them, destroy them, and toying them until he is fully satiated turning them into his personal jobber. After for awhile moving around pretend to destroying his imagining opponents, he took a moment to step out of the ring and sit on the apron, reaching for his water bottle and pour it inside the mouth of the beastly mask and drinks it into his mouth, quenching his thirst. "Mmmmm!"

Wrestling Attire:

Fubuki gave her neck a sharp crack to relieve the tension in their as she made her way into the gym. Just because she was a manager doesn't mean she couldn't indulge herself in a little warm up. A few people were moving away from the ring, seemingly trying to draw the least amount of attention as possible. The source of which seemed to be the mountain of muscle in the center of the ring. An imposing individual to be sure, as she made her way over to the nearby bag. She minded her own business here. No use trying to start something.

She worked over the bag pretty well, with it creaking loudly on it's chains. Still she focused only on her own workout.

After King finished drinking his water bottle, probably half way done before setting it down on the ring apron until someone caught his attention, like a spotlight shines over this busty woman who just walked right into his gym and heading to the punching bag to get some workout or whatever, the beast smirks hidden under his beastly mask, getting off the apron and heading on over to his babe, wanted to have a word with her.

King coming closer and closer until he could place his hand on the top of the bag to hold it still, standing in front of the girl and gazing at this babe need her full attention on him. "Well well, never see you around here before, new or visiting?" He asked, trying to be a 'gentlemen' but for a little bit.

Fubuki had been working the bag over good for a solid five minutes when a hand held it still. Turning to the side, the masked mountain of muscle moved between her and the bag. The sensation of surprise quickly fell away to curiosity. What would this man come to her for...aside from the obvious.

"Hmmm new to the promotion," she purred in her naturally seductive voice, "but I am visiting the gym for a little workout."

Placing a hand on her hip, she looked up at the masked giant, a small smile on her face. He looked to be in prefect shape from head to toe...hmmmm perhaps she might wanna give him a call to be a client sometime.

King taking a good look at this babe, her outfits is pretty tight around her figure and showing quite bit of curves, do wonder how nice it could be stretches out by his own dirty hands, he'll have to see if he could get this babe to play with him.

"Little workout huh? How about I'll workout with you, care to meet me in the ring?" His sick evil smiles still hidden under his evil beastly mask, wanted her to join him so he could, try her out whatever he likes. "By the way, I am known as Killer King, but you can call me King."

Then he would slowly walking on over to the ring, walking up the steel steps and sitting on the middle rope while pushing the top rope up, making an opening for her to go through, he also could hear the people around him whispering out loud like 'dont do it' , 'its a trick', he would turn to look at everyone giving them a silent stares to shut em up before turning back at the babe.

Fubuki watched King go, marching up and holding the ring ropes open for her. Hmmmmm, quite the nice act for someone named 'Killer King'. The people who chose to stick around looked at her with concern, trying to convince her not to do it. But Fubuki made her career out of never backing down, and sauntered over to the canvas.

"Hmmmm, sounds like fun." she said with a small smile on her face. Fubuki respected strength, and if King wasn't all talk, he just might earn her full and undivided attention. Her chances of winning were slim, but she always loved a challenge.

She made a show of stepping into the ring, winking at King as she did so. She turned and went into her corner, stretching and prepping for their impromptu match.

Once the girl stepping through the ropes and flirting with the beast, he released the ropes back where it was and watching her lovely body going to her corner stretching out some, showing those amazing curves and busts all over, shes gonna sweat a lot tonight.

"Are you ready babe?" Since King doesnt know her name but he'll call her babe until she would tell him. He would pop his neck side by side until he stepping out to the center, gesturing her to come at him while his hands is out. Awaiting for the babe to come closer so that he could hope to surprise catching the girl off guard with a sudden kick to the midsection.

"The name's Fubuki...you got a ways to go before you can call me babe big boy." she replied with a wink, heading out to the center of the ring. Now that she was here she could tell that King was waiting for a moment like this, and there was no backing out.

No sooner had she walked over than a big boot came crashing into her toned midsection she prided herself over. "Ough!" she gasped, doubling over in front of the masked monster. She backed off a couple of feet, a bit taken off guard by the quick offense of the big guy. Already some of the other wrestlers were leaving the gym, unwilling to see what ma follow.

"Fubuki huh? Alright Fubuki babe heh." King still gonna call her babe regardless, when she comes right for him and the beast managed to get his large boot to kick right at her midsection double over the babe as everyone in the gym starts leaving which they're bunch of pussies, didnt want to see him dominates his training buddy.

"Heh, forget to tell you, our workout going to get a little bit rough." Teasing Fubuki, while shes double over King stepping in to lean over her back wrapping his muscled arms around her slender waist to quick and easy lift her up as he can, draping her back over his right shoulder using his arms to squeezing her body and jolting her back in his Canadian Backbreaker. "Mmmm mmmm mmmm!"

Fubuki was starting to get an idea on why the big guy scoped her out. Perhaps he just wanted someone to throw around the ring, but she'd be damned if she was gonna let him just walk all over her! As soon as she found an opening, she'd take it to him.

Feeling those tree trunks he called arms wrap around her, Fubuki soon found herself locked in the Canadian Backbreaker, upping the pressure and pain on her spine. "AH!" she cried, but not giving up, nailing King with a sharp elbow to the side of the head. She hammered away until King dropped her, allowing her to run and bounce off the ropes, coming back for a right fist right into King's jaw.

Winking at him, Fubuki backed off, "You're strong King.....I like that."