'Take a shot' match!

King was knocked out from the hard blow by her knees right to the skull after getting hit repeatedly, getting enough taps to the same spot until it start weaken and sinking in enough to cause some results, for King, knocking him out in the dark.

His body isnt moving at all, leaving his body at still while the referee from the inside of the ring to slip out to check on him, a brave ref reaching for his arm to lift up and let it drop, a bit of a flopped sound hitting the floor a sign of him not respond, referee tries again and again and after the third drop, it was clear sign that the ninja girl got him out cold on the 'third' round, shes staying on top for sure as King is one point behind.

Question: What is the key to being a ninja? Speed? No - speed helps, but the fastest aren't always the best. Agility? Also important, but not crucial - you can only dodge so many hits. Stealth? Close, yes - but still no. Ninja aren't omniscient, useful as that would be.

No, the most successful ninjas aren't the fastest, or the most agile, or the stealthiest - the best always come prepared. Observe.

Once it's clear he's out, Ninjette moved to the table and reached under it, bringing out some spirit of hartshorn - smelling salts. She'd figured there was a good chance at least one of them would get knocked out the old fashioned way, and she didn't want to keep the audience waiting.

Coming back to King, she ripped open a packet and stuff it in his mask, letting the smell waft up his nose - should give him quite a shock. "Wakey, wakey, eggs...and..."

King laying there completely out cold and giving another win to the scrappy ninja girl, now only if the beast King could wake up from his eternal slumber. He wasnt aware that he was beaten again in this match, but soon the beast will get a very rude awaken when his nose getting an pretty deep, intense smell of the horrible right into his nose of the mask thats pretty much close to his real nose. "GAHHHH!"

He was brought back from his deep sleep and waking up with his hands covering over his nose and shaking his head wildly, blowing his nose out to hopefully get some of those crap out of his mask, he was gagging from it and it was just so bad, he having trouble breathing some good air, stubborn as he is refuses to take the mask off but still kept going to clean his nose out. "Fuck! What is this?!"

King slowly pulling himself up against the table, leaning back panting as he look around, trying to figure out what the hell is going on. "Grrrr... nghhh... what the hell happen?"

"You got knocked the fuck out, is what happened." She waved her baggie in his face as she sat down, crossing her legs. "And these are smelling salts, by the way. Never get stone drunk without them."

She stuffed it away and uncrossed her legs, giving him a poke on the chest with her toe. "Now, as I recall, the rules stated that, after a pin, submission or KO...you have to take a shot. So I think that means you've got to get another one down that hatch of yours. If you can take it."

She rocked back and somersaulted to her feet, going over to the apron to watch him take it - should be interesting, especially after the last one he took. She was still a bit wobbly, herself, but felt she was good enough to end things - could he take another? Only one way to find out...

"Nghh... fuckin damnit piece of shit gahhhh fuck fuck!" Definitely waking up in a nightmare of getting his ass handed to her twice in this match, utterly humiliated and raise the temper of the mad beast Killer King, the ninja chick sure is cocky for beating him twice so far and he only beaten her once, well, a quick once that only took her so long to beat him twice, possibly when he can he'll easily gain another score, but unsure how his body and mind would come to be when he have to take another of those killer shots.

"Grrrr...." King slowly standing up on his feet, wobbling a little while grumbling, he glares at her as she got inside the ring and King looking on over to one of the shot thats ready for him to take a nice chug of it. "Ngh..... here I go!" He takes the shot and down the hatch it goes, once again it does the same like before, burning sensation. "Ghhhhahhh!" **feels like as if I drank acid!** He can feel the effect of the drink already taking on him, feeling little wobbly as he groaning before slowly turning toward to the ring, trying to get inside the ring rolling himself in and staggering to get up on his feet. "Nghh.... give me a minute... fuck my head...."

Yup, it was starting to take it's toll.

It was kind of amusing seeing him make his way back into the ring - like a penguin trying to walk with a busted leg or something. He was tough, no question, but clearly not all that used to drinking and fighting - she gave him one more good shot, maybe, and he'd be down out like a light - and that time, there'd be no smelling salts for him.

But she had to be cautious, here - she wasn't in the best of shape herself. Getting tired. Sweating, dehydration starting to kick in, no way to replenish the fluids - she wasn't really built for this long-term sort of thing. King was drunk as hell, but that didn't mean he couldn't still take a win - he hadn't won so many victories by being a pushover.

Focus. Ignore the headache, the dizziness. Get the job done.

"Looking a little tired there, big boy - don't worry, you'll be taking a long nap, nice and soon." She moved behind him as he rolled into the ring, not waiting for him to get his bearings - instead, she threw a hard nerve strike, aiming for the back of his legs, trying to get him down to a level playing field.

The drunkin beast slowly crawling back in the ring as his mobility have dropped far more than it should have, feeling bit sluggish when he got himself in the ring, laying a bit still facing down panting a bit, this muscle body almost feeling like jello that barely jiggles his bones, he groans while pushing himself up onto his feet until that ninja chick coming in to swoop without really giving him a break whats so ever. "Gurrrnnn......"

He didnt exactly feel the pain on the back of his legs from her strikes, except when it give up on him, he can feel his whole body dropping down onto the mat, he felt like being a victim now, something he truly hates since he prefers his opponent to be the victim, HIS victim. "Ughhh.... fuck.... grrrr...." He tries to push himself up again, except just this time on all fours, hoping to get himself to crawl towards to the nearest turnbuckle, resting his back as he sits down, hoping his head stop hurting from the powerful alcohol influence.

You know, maybe this is going to far. Maybe Ninjette should hold back, respect the man - after all, he's her fellow wrestler. They're co-workers, in a sense. And even though she finds him more annoying that a canker sore on her ass, she can't deny that he's got a legacy. He's a man that shouldn't be trifled with. Should be respected, revered, reverenced. She could hold back, let him keep his dignity. Be the bigger man...woman...whatever. Take the high road.

"...nah."

As she saw him going over to take a sit, she noticed he was in perfect position for her 'finishing move' - well, something she'd planned on using, but never thought it would come up. The Facefull.

She ran to the other side of the ring, took a deep breath, then bolted towards him at full speed, executing a flip along the way to build up some momentum, then turning around at the last minute and flying at him, ass first, looking to that noggin of his into the turnbuckle in the most humiliating way possible.

He love drinking as much as anyone else in the world, but he havent had a drink during a match before and something he was looking forward to except for one thing, not expecting for the alcohol to be that powerful that really screw up his mind and body, getting into worst scenarios like right now, getting his ass handed twice by the scrawny, skinny n agile, freaking ninja that all she needed to do is strike to the head, over and over enough to take down the beast.

Like a drunk person, he sat down against the turnbuckle to keep himself from getting more dizzy and thankfully, not feeling nausea which it might be the good side effect of the alcohol not making him barf or anything of a sort. He looks in front of him to see that ninja chick in the opposite corner looking straight at him before going into a burst, running right toward to the beast. "Ghhrrrrr...."

When she coming much much closer to him, King have to do something and not get himself to drink right away, need more time! He grabs the top ropes from underneath and using it to hold himself up, raising his knees up so that her tiny small ass can slam right into it, at least protect him but still take the effect of getting shove into the corner. "HURGH!"

Instead of hitting one hard, thick surface - King's head - Ninjette's ass his two hard surfaces - King's knees - and the effect was, surprise of surprises, far less pleasant than the former would have been.

"Ow, fuck!" She hopped forward, rubbing her ass - she had decent padding back there, but still, that one hit all the way to the muscle and jarred the bone; she'd have trouble sitting down for at least a week, never mind when she had to get some situps and benchwork in.

The blow had pushed him back, though, so she had something to work with, though - she decided to roll with it as she turned and shot her leg towards his face with a snap kick - then twisting the leg around at the halfway point and turning it into a quick roundhouse kick to the head instead, sacrificing power to catch him guard.