'Take a shot' match!

King pinned her down to the count of three, it was a very sweet victory like as much as the tastiness of the alcohol he have taken, speaking of that, she needs to take one for her bad loss. "Oh that was great.... hey ninja girl, get out of MY ring and get a drink for yourself... out!"

He release her hands so he can get up onto his feet and using his right foot to scoop under her body to pushes her out toward to the ropes, leaning toward to one of the table full of alcohol, those special boozes that burns his throat and chest. "Get!"

"I'm-a getting, I'm-a getting." She rolled out of the ring and made way to the table, groaning all the way as she took the shot glass - and smirking, too. 'Ancient ninja recipe'. As if. It was Everclear with some Red Bull mixed in. Though she hadn't been lying about using it to knock out a few targets, though. Best way to get them out of a crowded club.

Anyway, enough reminiscing. Over the teeth, past the gums, look out stomach...

She down it all, fast and hard, immediately feeling the burn - it had a hell of a kick, no denying that. The world was woozy. Her head ached. Legs felt unsteady, wobbly - not a good thing for a ninja who relied on her agility. So from now, on she'd have to rely on other aspects of her training - like stealth.

She ducked down and went under the apron, sliding under the mat - when/if King went to check on her, she'd hit him with a kick to the face. Drunken-style.

King slowly gloating his victory over her, a pin on him and now a pin on her, even but he will get the upper hand sooner or later, and knowing its going to be a long match until one of them going to passout from so much drinking, he hoped that the drinks isnt strong enough to get him too drunk, which its very rare of him to get drunk, probably scary at some point if it happen course.

"YEAH!.... YEAH! Who like what I did to her?!... SEE THAT CHICK! Shes gonna..... wait.... where did she go?"

He look at where she was taking a shot and second later, she disappear like.... **Duh... ninja, damnit!** He slowly slipping out of the ring and checking out where she took the shot, it was taken by her and her trace were gone, he look around and she havent gone far, assuming. He turn to see the ring apron, maybe shes hiding under the ring? "Hey, if you're under there, get the fuck ouu----OWW!"

He peaked under to get a good look where she can be but her foot comes right at him and smack to the back, forcing the beast to stumble backward right into the table, leaning back against it, holding his leopard mask face. "Gahhh..... shit!"

She couldn't put nearly as much into that as she wanted, but it was satisfying, all the same - from the looks of thing, King was pretty solid in the All Brawn, No Brain category. She might not be able to outfight him in this condition, but she could sure as hell out think him.

Still reeling from the alcohol's inebriation, Ninjette retreated back into the safety of the shadows - the playground of the ninja, after all. She moved to the other side of the ring, crawling in the shadow and coming out across from him, way out of his view - from there she waited, moving out of the apron to see how he'd respond.

Not the most honorable tactic, but as the famous ninja saying went: "Fuck honor."

King just gotten mad after getting kick to the face like that, he shook his head and of course, didnt learn his lesson and goes back to check the ring apron again, little more aware of her incoming attack, if hes tries again he would catch her leg and yank her out prepare to kick more of her asses. "Bitch... where are you?!"

He kept looking but nothing moving, no sign of her at all, growling that he cant find the girl and pulling the apron back down, looking around to make sure she didnt sneak attack him for either sides, no sign of her at all. "Damnit! GRRRR!"

The frustrated beast not sure where she go, and he slowly moving to the right to circle around the ring, looking for the little ninja and hopefully find her and catch her with his bare hands, he have more impressive moves to use on her and pleasing the crowd and himself. "WHERE ARE YOU?!"

That's right, ladies and gentlemen - ninjas do it stealthily.

The audience was getting in on it, too, laughing a bit as King looked around the ring for her - it wasn't a bad strategy, and it was giving her some time to recoup, which she needed in the worst way - between the piledriver and her shot, her head was killing her, a migraine the likes of which could be spoken of in legend. She wasn't sure what a second shot would do to her, and she wasn't eager to find out - at least, not unless King was her guinea pig.

Speaking of, which as fun as this way, she'd have to confront the big lug sooner or later - might as well be sooner.

She ducked the apron and popped out behind him, staying low as she walked in his shadow. Jumping up, she'll grab his mask and try to turn it around 180 degrees, blinding him.

King getting more madder and madder as much as if he were drunkin mad, but its more of not able to find that damn ninja, literally, finding her is like finding needle in a haystack or in Japan actually. "FUUUUU!" He was just getting mad constantly that she couldnt have gone that far at all! He kept stomping around the ring and slamming his fist on the ring apron, even on the announcer table that would freak them out. "WHERE IS SHE?!"

He glares at the announcers as they kept silent, he can see their eyes wide open and shaking their heads as if they havent seen her either, he felt thats impossible, they would of seen the whole damn match. The mad beast reach out to grab one of the announcer by the collar and pulling em up close to his black leopard face, snarling the angry heat at their face. "YOU BETTER TELL ME WHERE SHE IS OR ELSE!"

But once he finished what he was saying to try get the announcer to spill it, suddenly he felt his mask getting yank and turn around rubbing his face from the inside, blinding him. "RAGH!" He let go of the announcer and grabbing his mask, trying to turn it back to normal.

"See? What'd I tell you - the mask is just no good."

Honestly, she'd been waiting to do that since they met, but now that she was a little tipsy, she was just crazy enough to go for it. Once again, the trick was keeping him off-balance. He wanted a straight up fight, so that was exactly NOT what he'd be getting from her.

"Here, let me help you get that." She reached and grabbed the mask by the jaw, securing a firm hold while he reached around trying to straighten it up, frantic. Pulling back and pulling back with her full weight on it, to boot, she tried to jerk King backward and make him fall into her waiting knee, hitting him right in the small of his back, hoping she could shake up his solid foundation a little bit. One step at a time, one step at a time.

"You sonovabitch! RAWR!"

King growling and yelling out loud that his mask got so fucked up by her twisting onto it, it was fitting his head perfectly and she have to ruined it. He continues to adjust his mask to fix it up but eventually she still got a hold of it while the crowd is laughing at the mischief ninja toying with the animal.

He kept pulling his mask to pull the right way but she pull onto it that forces him to stumble backward and somehow, the gravity shoving him backward to fall right down with his back and since he couldnt see, his lower back took a sudden sharp pain, spiking right into it. "GAHHH!" His body would bounce and roll to the side, clutching with one hand right on and the other continue to keep pulling his mask to breath right and see correctly. "Ngh.....!"

"Son of a bitch? Nah. Daughter of a bastard."

She had King down - good. Now she just had to focus on keeping him there for as long as possible. What better way to do that then with a heaping helping of blunt force trauma? Keep focusing on that head and make him feel a lot more of the pain she was feeling.

"Still having trouble with the mask? Here, let me help you out." She bent down and grabbed his neck by the side, lifting him up a bit...then she pushed down, good and hard, trying to slam his face - his real face - into the floor. "Man, that thing is on there tight - don't worry, we'll get it back on right."