'Take a shot' match!

The beast was very thankful that he was able to block her tight tiny ass that was coming right at his face, though he wouldnt mind if he didnt get near concussion from the beating so damn much. So her ass comes flying at the bad timing and smack right into King's knees and having her bouncing off a bit away from him but on the bad side about it, he was shoved pretty hard into the corner that give him a small whiplash. "Ngh..."

He slowly pull himself up by the ropes, sliding his bare back against the corner turnbuckle pads that soon he was able to get his feet on the mat but somewhat a good news were broken in seconds when the ninja chick kick out at his face. "GAH!" And thats not it, another one coming for a much harder one hitting right at his head again. "UGH!" He spun from the kick moving toward more center between the turnbuckles, dropping down on his knees with his arms and head draping over the middle rope, clutching his head. "Fuuuuuuuuck....."

A kick to the head, and down he went. Timber. And not just into any position, either - draped over the middle rope, completely wasted in perfect position.

It was as if the heaven's opened up, God Almighty himself came down, and started chanting '619! 619!' And who was she to deny divine destination?

With her ass still hurting, walking and running hurt a bit, but she managed to make her way behind King and get a running started, bolting towards him. It was a wobbly run, and she couldn't get up to full speed, but she managed to leap, jump between the top and middle rope, grab them as she passed and slingshot back into him with a kick - Rey Mysterio's signature, the 619. Or 201, since she was from Jersey. Details, details.

King groaning from the heavy grogginess, the damn drink really put him quite bit of trouble and so does the ninja chick for more kicking to his damn head, he isnt made of pinata to smack around until he crack open, not at all! "Ughhh...."

The beast draping over the middle ropes to catch his breaths and while resting on it, he can feel the ring shaking, it was small at first but slowly moving more shaky than getting closer. **Huh?** He look to the side to see her coming around and using the ropes to swing her scrawny stick figure legs in well detail shapes, coming at his face! "GRRR!"

King wouldnt be able to move out of the way but was able to block her kick, a little bit though, break through his hands and smack his face, forcing the big man to stumble out from the ropes and standing up, shaking his head with one hand rubbing his mask over the face. "Ughhhh!"

Oh, he'd managed to block that? Not bad for a guy his size, intelligence, and extreme level of inebriation. She was surprised he hadn't thrown up in the mask, yet, honestly...that would actually suck a lot for him it happened, too. As well as being the single funniest damn thing ever.

He was standing up now, but he still didn't even seem to know what planet he was on - her was reaching his last legs, she could feel it. She completed the rotation and landed on the outside, standing on top of the apron with him only a few feet away - she knew what to do, and she did it; grabbing hold of the top rope, she jumped up, using it as a springboard, and flew towards him with a full body splash, going for broke.

His face probably messed up from getting hit over and over again under the mask, his mind is all tangled in the web of confusion and disoriented of the beating. Still, he IS the beast of the wrestling league no doubt and King will prove to her and everyone else that he will not get beaten that easily, hopefully if this damn alcohol and headaches wears off.

He stumbling away from the ropes bit close to the center of the ring, groaning and looking in front of him, seeing the ninja chick using the ropes to jump right at him, he knows that his body cant be control so well right now, still need some time to recover so what he could do about this ninja girl coming at him, he would bring his arms out to catch her and using her momentum, the mad beast lean back quickly to roll her over him as he falls backward, aiming to throw her over him and down toward to the mat, flinging the girl over. "Hurgh!"

...ah, fuck, he caught her. She thought that might be a possibility, but reasoned - as well as she could reason, like this - that he'd be too toasted to really do much about a flying ninja bomb. Apparently not. Very painfully, apparently not.

If she wasn't a bit tipsy herself, she might have been able to stick a good landing off the throw, but with her own world turned upside down, it wasn't happening - she went flying as King hurled her back, flopping about on the mat and nearly rolling right on to the floor. Her flailing leg hit the ropes as she rolled, and that was the only thing that stopped the momentum - she laid there, on the edge of the ring, groaning and struggling to get back to her feet.

King really need something to get his mind back to normal or at least stop from the world around him spinning, he felt unable to control himself unable to steady to stand on his own two feet, and making it harder for him that ninja chick constantly going after him, like tracking her prey and make sure it goes down and out for good, completing her mission. "Fuck!"

He was bit lucky that she jumped right into him as he catches her and flowing her smoothly by throwing her over him and sending her away from the large beast before dropping down on his back, panting to catch his breaths. "ughh nnnnn nnnn huff....." He slowly rolling himself over and pushes up onto his feet, staggering to stand and wobbling like a drunk man, he can feel the alcohol wearing off a little, just A little and his head isnt getting any better, unsure actually.

He slowly stumbling yet carefully toward to the ninja chick hoping he could reach down for her head to pull up, slowly slipping her upper body over the top rope with her back and head draping over, her chest would be sticking out to the crowd. Trying to grab her chin with one hand to pull it back, the other hand balling up as he growled at her. "bitch!" Using that free hand to clubbing her down over her chest, not just once but aiming to do few times in a row. "Hurgh..... hurgh..... HURGH!"

Just when she thought it could get worse, it did get worse - and in a hurry, too.

King wasn't taking any chances, now - whatever was left of that paperweight he called a brain had enough good sense to come over and take advantage of her immediately. He lifted her up like a rag doll, his raw power on fearsome display as he draped her over the top rope, stretching her out, nearly folding her in half.

His punches slammed on her chest like thunder, each hit earning a wince from the audience and a jerk from her body, wracked with the pain - but still determined, still daring, still hungry to when. "Didn't your mother...ever teach you about...treating ladies, King?"

Desperate to get out of this spot, she swung her leg up and tried to clock him in the face with her knee.

King regaining his senses, his determination on winning this 'drinking' match and thought it would be a breeze but clearly, by experiencing it now its no easy task whatsoever at all, thought at least he'll learn from it and the next time he can be far more successful and he would be much for delighted if he could beat her couple or so times and taking some more shots of 'special brew', she would be out and giving him the win.

As of now, he was able to pull her to the ropes and bending her over backward before clubbing her chest down letting her bouncing and wincing out from the pain, could hear fairly loud smacks from the impact, hit after hit and he thought for a moment she wanted to say something, stopping to listen to the ninja chick as he thinks she would say something pathetic, it was indeed it is. "HA! I was taught by my father----- GAH!"

Her knee came out of the shadow and smacking him in the head, knocking him backward before dropping down on his knee, clutching his forehead after releasing her, it was a stupid thing to stop, figured she was weaken enough from the chest pounding, was he wrong. "Ughhh.... damn woman.... grrr....."

And, for bonus points, he actually went in to listen to her, putting him in better range. Lucky, lucky.

The knee connected, hitting him where she assumed the side of his face was under that damned mask. He stopped pounding her for all the good it did - her chest still ached, still felt like someone had been breakdancing on her breasts. Her upper body was all but kaput, right now...but her legs...maybe.

King was in the best position for it, kneeling before her while she hung on the rope, so she went for a no-brainer and grabbed him by the mask, pulling him closer to try and wrap her thighs around his neck and squeezed with whatever power she could muster - less and less by the minute. "Tap out whenever you're ready, jackass!" She'd flex, pumping the hold. "Can do this all day."

And that was Ninjette's bald-faced lie of the week.