Isa Kubota vs Killer King

Isa was still struggling to escape that dim twilight realm between consciousness and not. She was so out of it she couldn't put together a coherent thought. All she could do is feel and reaction, mostly unconsciously. Isa was aware of the press of Kings muscular body pinning her own curvaceous form to the mat, like a predator guarding his kill. Her cheeks flushed even darker then her usual sun warmed tan and her nipples pebbled beneath the fabric of her leotard, a reaction she'd be humiliated by if she had the wherewithal. She could hear the crowd roaring, chanting, felt the vibration of the referee's hand come down for the three count, and she instinctively relaxed. It was, if nothing else, over. The torture had come to a merciful end.

Then... two horrible words somehow made their way past her delirious haze and filled her with a sense of absolute terror Kubota was 'not' used to experiencing. Kings. Tradition. In her typical overconfidence, Isa hadn't bothered to actually study up on her hulking opponent, but whatever the Kings Tradition was, she wanted absolutely no part of it! Unfortunately, she didn't exactly have a choice...

Kings massive hand pulled her nearly limp body off the mat as if she weighed nothing. She shot back to full consciousness just in time to find her head tucked under his arms, seconds before he seized her legs and hoisted her up over his shoulder in a brutal version of the classic Muscle Buster stretch. If Isa Kubota thought her previous experience in this match had prepared her for this final humiliation, she was mistaken. The holds position, combined with the raw, unyielding strength of Killer King put excruciating stress on every major joint while compressing her spine to what felt like it's breaking point, folding Kubota up like a cheap accordion.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!! I give! I give!" She screamed, tears actually falling from the corners of her eyes down onto her tormentor, her head shaking back and forth as if in denial of what was happening. This had to be a bad dream, after all. The match was over! She was in too much pain and discomfort to even care at the rather lewd view the crowd was getting.

King won the match, a hard fought match, knowing that after he defeated his opponent he could do one last humiliation to her for the last time so everyone especially himself could enjoy. With his weaken knee that he could use it to support lifting anything but himself but since he decide to get down on both knees, making it little easier for himself, the beast then goes to pull his defeated opponent up and flip on his shoulder with her legs spreading apart, compressing the body, splitting the legs, showing off her lewd new pose for everyone to see as he inflicting both physical and mental pain into Isa Kubota.

"Hurrrgh! Just as expected! Hurrrrgh!" King said out loud while crushing her, pulling on the legs to keep stretching her out and humiliating the poor, pathetic woman over and over, punishing her for losing against him as he clearly enjoying every moment from this.

After one long stretching over her fine body, King could feel his knee somewhat better as he starting to get back on his feet, slightly shaking but what he got in store for her is worth it in his mind. Once he got up standing to his feet still holding her in a horrible but fascinating position turning to show Isa spread body off at all sides and corners of the ring so everyone could see, and the last time King would do is to hop, dropping down on his ass and impact her neck on his shoulder, compressing her body hard as he pulls down on her legs as well spreading it apart, ending for the Muscle Buster Impact version. "HURRGH!"

Was this kharma? Was this some sort of cosmic payback for all the terrible things she'd done to weaker girls in lesser promotions? Had she come to the big leagues only to suffer the same sort of humiliation herself? Stretching helpless opponents was something Isa Kubota actively enjoyed. If they were too weak or inept to stop her, to defend themselves, they deserved whatever torture she chose to inflict. She remembered on instance when she humiliated a particular competitor by stretching her body in a manner not dissimilar to what Killer King now did to her.

And the pain and humiliation were worse then she ever imagined. If it was just physical torture, the sensation that her legs were about to pop out of their sockets and her spine feeling like it was about to snap, all that she could have dealt with. That much she could have endured with some measure of dignity, but this!? The mental torment was so much worse, knowing full well that perverts in the audience were getting zoomed in pictures and video of her crotch, her mound perfectly outlined by the clinging fabric of her sweat soaked leotard. Even worse, her breasts felt as if they might pop out of her top as she was held upside down. She was 'not' one of those slut hentai wrestlers, damn it!

In the end, Killer Kings final maneuver was a blessing, an end to the torture. There was a brief moment of blinding white hot pain as Isa felt simultaneously snapped in half and stretched to her breaking point, and then nothing. Her eyes fluttered to half open slits, the whites of her eyes revealing they'd rolled back and her body went completely limp. If Killer King released her, Isa would collapse bonelessly to the canvas like a broken doll.

King still got the most painful hold in the world, only the strongest and brutal wrestler can pull this off and no one can top the best heel there is, King keeps the hold onto his weaken and defeated opponent on his shoulder with her legs spread apart, by the time she admitted and tapping out in defeat again, it was time that she would lose to him once more. Already pinning her down, already made her tap out second ago, lastly its time to knock her out for good.

"HMPH!" He get to the point and took her down hard right on his shoulder, completely putting all the pain throughout her body by the legs and neck and back, chest and crotch, all working together sending pain all over her until it was too much for Isa Kubota to handle, still keeping a hold onto her until he could feel her going limp in his hold, throwing her off his shoulder behind him and let her drop on the mat like a sack of potatoes.

Eventually, King slowly pushes himself up and felt his knee still hurting but not as bad thankfully. King turn around looking down at her where he would place his foot right between her ample breasts and posing over the defeated woman, roaring out loud with his arms flexing, everyone booing at the beast as hes known for disrespecting his opponents good or bad, all ended by the hands of Killer King. "RAWR!"

The only good thing about being so deeply unconscious, aside from the blessed lack of pain, was the fact that she was spared this last humiliation... for a while at least. This was, after all, being recorded and a performance this devastating was bound to be immortalized in every collection of Killer King conquests AFW ever sold going forward.

In the future, Isa would be able to take some small measure of pride in the fact that she'd managed to hurt King at all, but that was ultimately just her trying to save face. As Kubota lay broken underneath Killer Kings boot, barely able to breath as he planted his foot between her generous breasts, her legs twitching randomly, it was clear to all that she was nothing more then another monument to a career of absolute dominance. Even the fans who usually booed the heels were giving the King his due respect.

And as for Isa Kubota, this traumatizing beating wasn't one she'd easily be getting over.

Winner via pinfall- Killer King