Killer King vs Naomi Brock

Naomi’s perseverance paid off, escaping Kings clutches before he was able to do anything serious. He let her go after a few repeated shot to the head, and she was able to land nearly flawlessly, stumbling a few steps forward as king staggered a few steps away. All in all, she was doing pretty good.

This is a perfect time to say a one liner! Naomi thought. She pondered what would be a good one in this situation. Sadly, she was a bit dim and had a hard time getting creative so she simply recycled one of her favorites.

“Need a lift?”

No, wait. That doesn’t make any sense in this case…

Naomi didn’t have long to think about her one liner, as Kings forearm smashed into her chest, sending her flying back. The force was strong enough for her to roll a few times, creating some decent distance between the two competitors.

King couldnt hold her up with both hands for long, he could of easily do it with just one hand but considered her body full of muscles and weights more, it eventually making it harder for the beast to hold up and eventually drop Naomi down on the mat clutching his sore arm in pain.

At the very least the monster able to swing his free strong arm slamming across her chest to slamming hard sending Naomi backward away from the the beastly man. King dropped down on his knee to clutch his sore arm again, she did good number on him but at the very least giving some space between the two, recover at the time being.

"Huff..... huff...." Eventually he pushes himself up standing then turn towards Naomi, hoping he could get close enough to reach down for her head with both hands, pulling the busty strong woman up until he could try pinning her back against the ropes with the arms draping over the top ropes..... its where he could try using his free strong arm to swing across her ample breasts, knife chop those melons. "HMPH!"

“Heh Heh, the world is spinning~”

Naomi’s head was spinning after King’s forearm smash. It was a new experience to be pushed back so hard that she ended up rolling from the force. Her chest was a bit sore, but most of the power seemed to be focused on pushing Naomi rather than hurting her.

Maybe I’m just reading into it.

The spinning of the world stopped when King grabbed her head and draped her on the top ropes. She was still a bit groggy, so she was slow to react. Kings chop came in fast, Naomi doing little to defend herself.

“YIP!” was all that came from her mouth as her breasts were smacked by the powerful chop, their sweet softness bouncing from the recoil.

Covering her stinging breasts, gave King and angry glare, like she was looking at walking garbage.

“Whats your problem? You keep going for my boobs or butt! You some kinda pervert?”

Rather than wait for King to respond, she rushed in fast, looking to give King some of his own medicine. She would shoot off a knee, aimed directly for the tiger-masked man’s crotch.

King is the king of heel in his wrestling ring and known to the world, no one could forget what he have done to his opponents, most of em too traumatized by his actions and never face him again, some even repeatedly take him on and fail over and over, feeding the sadist monster to fill his greed.

To Naomi, its just like every other girls just strong enough to push him around. Except right now he was able to knock her back with his forearm before taking her to the ropes where he would smack her fine ample breasts, could see her getting angry at him, couldnt help but to chuckle to her words. "Obviously, I am the king of pervert.... URK!"

Out of nowhere, King took a sudden blow to his crotch as her knee smack it hard, he clutches himself and slowly back away before dropping down on his knee, kneeling in front of Naomi, hissing in pain. "Nghhhh bitch..... ngh...!"

Naomi’s knee found its target with devastating results. The large man who had just been taunting her suddenly got quiet, his hands shooting to protect his nether regions. He took a step back, then another, before suddenly dropping down to his knees in front of Naomi.

Really, Naomi just wanted to get King back for constantly targeting her breast’s. She didn’t hate King, but felt it was time he tasted a little of what he was dishing out. She gazed at the bigger man kneeling before her, her heart racing a bit faster with excitement. Naomi herself was a bit of a pervert, and though King had his faults his body wasn’t too bad to look at.

“Bitch? I’m only doing to you what you did to me. If you can’t take the heat, get out of the kitchen, and all that.”

She decided to capitalize on the downed man, quickly pushing his head in between her toned legs, hooking her arms around his and standing him up in preparation for a pedigree slam.

King crotch hurt so much from the low blow by her knee, groaning that he tries to recover it but when he look up seeing Naomi feeling pretty confident for making the dirty n strong man beast on his knee front of her, mocking him and thinks she could win him over easy now, he glares in anger though always have same eyes due to his mask.

His balls still hurting and could see and feel her hands grabbing his head attempt to do something to him, nothing good of course. He growls in respond and tries to stop her in place by bringing his one hand out at her stomach trying to shove her hard as he could into the ropes, see if she would bounces off that. If lucky enough, King attempt to do what she did to him, Naomi close enough, he would bring his one arm up to swing right between her legs to smack his rock hard bicep for the mighty Low Blow! "Eye for an EYE!"

Naomi was feeling fairly confident at this point. Sure, she had taken some heavy hits, but her tolerance for pain was pretty high, the pain from the previous attacks already beginning to subside. She got the nickname “The Wall” for a reason.

So when she grabbed Kings head, she didn’t really think he had enough gas in the tank to resist. The sudden force in her stomach proved her wrong.
She stumbled backwards, bouncing off the rope with a surprised yelp as she tried to maintain her balance. All of her military gear made her surprisingly top heavy, making it hard for her not to fall down on her face.

Just as she was able to straighten herself out, King made his move, shooting his arm up in between her legs to repay her for her earlier blow.
Naomi hands shot down, defending the targeted area from further damage. She stayed true to her nickname, still standing despite her face growing red with pain.

King not planning to get taken out by whatever moves she got in store for him, need to break out of it as he can with the power of..... brute strength! Forcing to push more power into his arms to pull himself out from her strong thighs until he strike back, using his strong muscled arm to smack her right between the legs, hit that crotch with his rock hard bicep, could hear that sound and grunted, kneeling down panting hard. "Huff.... how does that feel?" Feeling little better but rather have her suffer more than hes going through.

Taking a moment while groaning and recovering. Getting back up on his feet, still sore below the belt while seeing Naomi still suffering, he tries to get behind the strong woman and get his one arm around the neck to pull back against his rock hard body, using his free hand to help locking his arm together, applying the Sleeperhold, slowly sapping her strength away while slowly regaining his. "Mmmmmm..... tough babe, arent you? Ngh.... you shouldnt, bust my balls!"

Naomi really couldn’t focus on king, instead focusing on standing and trying to will the pain in her crotch away. It was a difficult thing to do, as there was still quite a bit of pain going through her body by the time King stood back up.

All Naomi understood was that an arm had snacked around her neck, then clamped down on her windpipe like a steel snake. Kings strong body pressed hard against her back, she kept one arm protecting her crotch, while the other tugged at Kings strong arms, emitting light grunts each time she pulled at the arm.

King using his strong arm that isnt sore earlier, he keep it around the throat to squeeze applying the sleeperhold awaiting to weaken Naomi as long as he could. "Nghh ready to lose....? I cant wait.... to finish you off... mmmm!"

With his free hand that he could help his arm to apply it a lot more pressures, but then he could use that sore arm, his hand, going around to reach out and placing his dirty hand over her ample breast, giving it a firm squeeze while leaning himself back, making things worst for his strong opponent.