The debut of a Virus! Spectre vs Kasey Crass

[Lycanstar]

“I meant to say my name.”

Before Kasey really had a chance to interpret Spectres emotions from him tapping out; her boot drove itself right into the back of his head.

*BANG!*

Kasey's body limply let itself spread out as the minor resistance he had shown during the submission now faded away; leaving him a barely conscious husk face down against the canvas. As his eyes softly glazed between open and closed he head some commotion from behind; shouting followed by a hard slam against the ring... Kasey attempted to rotate his body to see what was happening and unfortunately what he saw once turned around... Was Spectre squatting overtop his worn body with a crowbar pointed to his chest.

“Take off your mask.”

Kasey laid in shock as his fearful eyes felt the return of her malicious gaze~ She looked more serious at this point that anytime previously in the match. And he knew it.

"Wh~ d-don't... you already won, p-please d-don't..."

Kasey looked to plea with her~ This was over; Kasey didn't say her name to save his skin before but... Maybe now it could end all this before Kasey's body took an even worse beating than he could have ever imagined.

"Spectre- Please; don't do anything um~ With... Those."

Kasey was practically shaking with fear. Every word painfully was drawn out of his mouth as if Spectre was forcing his tongue. And yet. Even despite the excruciating pain, Kasey's body was still finding ways to make itself more of a toy for Spectres malicious desires. Perhaps the deep rooted masochism that Kasey tried so hard to suppress was becoming more and more obvious; his erection began slowly rising as Spectre remained mounted just over his body. While his rational mind could not condone this in any way~ The subconscious part of him was making itself known; And Kasey would have to pray Spectre only sees this as a involuntary bodily reaction.

[Monsy]

She can just about forgive the shot to her belly just by his begging alone.

The control over somebody else’s livelihood, put directly into her hands via surrender. And the whisper to have mercy made her a monarch. In her world, she wasn’t the oppressor here. No, no, no. The one who begged knew they did something wrong. They portrayed such to save their own skin. Guilty as charged.

And to have someone literally shake.

Mmm.

Her cheeks bloomed into a rose and her smile flickered. The leotard slip that covered her sex was dampened. Her heart rate began fluttering. She looked him up and down with a glance. The bulge in his briefs made a side of her upper lip lift into a sneer.

“On-top of being a fucking loser, you’re a disgusting mutt in heat.”


Spectre put one knee on his chest between his pecs. Her crowbar raised above her head.

“And you think for a second, that type of person deserves humane treatment?”

She can almost laugh. “I disagree.”

From then on, she was only moved by her impulses to swing her crowbar into his mouth. Again and again, bringing her shoulder up and heaving it down. Again and again, into the mask. Again and again until she reaped EVERY reaction she wanted from him.

[Lycanstar]

“On-top of being a fucking loser, you’re a disgusting mutt in heat.”

As soon as the tone of her voice was heard~ Kasey's heart sank. It was wishful thinking for the defeated man to think that his night was over~ and he knew it. What more could even be said at this point? Kasey had given up his body, emotions and will to her; yet she still was not satisfied. As she pressed her knee onto his chest Kasey's breathing sharply reacted; taking in a pained inhale all the while the silhouette of the demon cast a dark shadow over his fearful expression.

And then she began mercilessly beating him with her crowbar.

Kasey's head shot from side to side in reaction to each swing; his eyes becoming less and less focused with each impact. Every attack seemed targeted at his mask~ Almost as if she was ignorant to the fact that the mans face was underneath. His head bounced violently against the canvas as the ricochet shot him between both extreme solids. Not a single word escaped his mouth; his body lightly jumping up less and less with each vicious attack. Behind his mask a dark liquid pooled; blood was struggling to make its way out from his nose and mouth. Unfortunately, the blood remained where it released, at the expense of the man who had long stopped feeling anything.

Once she had finished; Kasey's body was eerily still. His eyes shut tightly and muscles loosened, sprawling his limbs across the canvas. He would shudder uncontrollably on occasion in small bursts; as if his body was trying to still communicate a plea of help to anyone that would listen. On the occasional breath Kasey's body would rise from his lower half to his chest, then his head. But once reaching his head it would become difficult to intake oxygen with his mask stuck to his face. And perhaps it was this lack of oxygen that left his waiting erection as prominently fixated as it had been before.

But no pleasure could be found in this situation; only pure sadistic elation. And that feeling belonged exclusively to Spectre.

[Monsy]

The more she beat him, the calmer she felt.

It's as if the weight of the world came off her shoulders so she can test the durability of his face. Though she was teased by the mask in the way, unable to see the disfigurations, blood spurts and chipped teeth if there was any. It felt almost like the times she stuffed someone's head and torso into a trash bag, then hit them until they virtually begged and begged and begged... Willing to give and do anything for a breath.

It was the same happiness. Except, here, she can watch the eyes. The flickers of fading life and adrenaline through an electric shock. Then, when they were really broken, they powered down into a recognizable twitching.

Her heartbeat was slow. Her eyelids opened and closed like a groggy fluttering of a morning wake-up. A sparkling glitter was in her purple hue. She almost purred. She was so warm on the inside, that she practically forgot what she was angry about before. Of course, her sentiment still stood. He didn't deserve any humane treatment. But that was completely detached from the arousing and sedating tranquility that was crooning in her mind.

After a long watch of his corpse, she examined her kill. His half-face was already looked at, so she stood up and kicked him a couple times, then started to scan.

For someone so big, he was somehow more than helpless. He had an almost perfect body for this sport. And managed nothing.

"You must’ve thought begging would make me feel something. That once I had my fill, you would be free to go."

She started taking her crowbar and then tapping him with light swings. They didn't really have any strength behind them. Just a lift from her wrist then gravity took it down to tap his collarbone. Then his chest. His solar plexus. Belly. Waistline. Groin. Meanwhile, she finished her point...

“But I am still starving, you see. I can just keep hurting you — in so… so many ways. Until your mind broke. So the important thing you need to think about is… deciding just what are you willing to give... or do… to save yourself."

[Lycanstar]

Spectre saw Kasey as anything but a threat at this point. As she took her sweet time circling him, Kasey sputtered and shook sporadically. It's as if without even laying a single finger on him she still was in complete control of him. His shudders and shakes would grow more and more pronounced as his mask continued to keep him from properly taking in oxygen; his fingers meagerly reached out to the canvas for something... Anything to bring him back to consciousness.

His wish would be granted; but not in the way he expected. The cold sensation of Spectre's crowbar would lightly tap at his body; slowly making its way down his chest. Every little bump would cause his body to jump slightly and his drowsy mind would come to ever so little... But his body would make its presence known before his mind could even catch up.

Kasey didn't hear the words Spectre said; but as she laid her crowbar directly on his crotch; the... masochistic tendencies of Kasey's psyche could no longer hold themselves back. Despite what his preferred desires were to be; his body truly was taking in pleasure from the pain. It's as if the proverbial bed of needles his body was feeling was instead a stimulant; drawing in a erotic wave of pleasure that was coming to a crux as Spectre taunted him with her crowbar balanced ever so elegantly on his crotch...

With his eyes still closed; he began tensing up. A shake crawled its way from his legs all the way up his body, his hips involuntarily thrust themselves upwards and his fingers dug into the canvas. Though still muffled, his breathing became stronger. And faster. A hot sweat ran down his forehead and Kasey's visible expression looked more pensive rather than hurt. His shaft was quivering and rather clumsily; his head popped and a steady stream of semen poured out of his manhood.

Kasey's body continued to shake unrestrained; Only now every shake would come along with another spurt of his shame in his wrestling trunks and dripping down the sides of his thighs. Spectre didn't seem to need to give much in the way of motivation to cause this reaction. His body had already made up it's mind long before that this was something it craved; it desired. Whether Kasey's semi-conscious mind could agree with that or not though was up to question. For now it seemed like he may not have even realized what was happening; the orgasm was on the crux of starting to die down and he had yet to speak a single word.

[Monsy]

Talking to a corpse was fine. Perfect, really.
It gave her full control of the situation. Decided it. She got to play in her head, imagine all the responses that might've been possible. Skip any resistance that might've taken her by surprise. Or to hear the annoying voice of another human. Felt close to prodding a bug, actually. Or maybe an ant hill, with a stick. A big stick. And that's what this was. She was poking a non-sentient, little creature with a big stick.

So when he ejaculated, her bubble was popped. And she was revolted. Her nose curled into wrinkles. Brows into a V-ward ramp and her eyes became knives of cat-eyed wrath. She felt hot. Her gut slapped with nausea. And her throat tightened.

"Disgusting..."

Her semen-touched crowbar struck the mat near his ear. She sat on his chest, a hand at the base of his throat, resting. She talked with tension that she was trying to surpress...

"If this was anywhere else, I'd..." She stopped. Bit her tongue. Do what? Oh, she knew, but didn't want to say it directly, because if she did, then the idea would linger too long. But she envisioned it. And that would have to be enough.

Her back was straight as she leaned over. She had his neck in her hand like an unsqueezed stress ball that was edging her restraint. Her lips were narrow and pushing together with her teeth.

"Mask..." A low voice. "Off."

[Lycanstar]

Maybe Kasey this whole time was completely oblivious to what his own body had done. But as he stirred back to consciousness a sensation was present; his nerves all felt heightened and his breathing was heavy~ It's unclear if his sporadic shakes caused his eyes to open... Or if it was Spectre sitting on his chest with a hand on his throat. But either way he was awake; staring up into the furious eyes of the virus. Kasey blinked slowly, looking less fearful but moreso compliant; It's not like he didn't understand his situation anymore. He had to play along no matter what.

"Mask... Off."

With a hand around his throat Kasey wasn't exactly going to hold on to his dwindled pride any longer. Was it a survivalist instinct or was he completely submissive to her will? He wasn't even quite sure as he looked like he was moving in autopilot and without a second of hesitation his right arm slowly brought its way up to his face; feeling its way across the canvas and up his body, making sure to avoid contact with Spectre at all costs.

Staring up still into her eyes Kasey reached his finger underneath the material of his black mask and slowly pulled it down. What was revealed was a small layer of smeared blood from his nose and a collection of bruises from where Spectre let her frustrations out. Kasey took in a deep breath~ Finally feeling free of his masks confinement which at this point felt like it was suffocating him. It was probably for the best he could not see himself or his brain might finally have caught up to the pain ever-present in his facial features.

Once the mask was fully lowered his hand returned back to his side and he stared back blankly at Spectre; as if he was wondering what was next for him to do. He didn't speak a single word; his expression looking almost ambivalent to it all. Just deep breaths in and out.

[Monsy]

There was his face. All loved up with pain, blood, bruises and bonafide bleakness. She relished that and the swiftness of his compliance did help a little to simmer the boiling blood she felt for a tenth of a second. So she watched him, looked into his eyes, tilted her head, as if curious to see the soul that still lurked underneath such an empty stare, then pinched the top of his mask.

“Wrong way.” And then pulled it up, off his head and into her grasp. The crowbar was picked up again, then the metal length brushed against his cheek to clean it from his discharge. She stood up sharply, robotic and fast, then turned away from him. She hopped one-two-three from the bottom to top ropes, reached high and grabbed onto a metal hook waiting for her. The cable lifted and Spectre ascended back to the rafters, with nothing to grand stage or say. She wanted to go home.

And home she shall go. A winner.

As if anyone had any doubt.

Winner via Submission: Spectre