Revenge or Trophy? ( Killer King vs K.R.R )

[Monsy]

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Fall Counts Anywhere
Victory is obtained by pinfall or submission, without location limits.
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An aggravated look, riddled with the rage that layered over clear resentment; beyond the normal parameters of loss, she wanted to hurt them just one more time. One more chair smack. Another punch. But ultimately, she wanted to taste an even grimmer defeat. So when Killer King answered her calling, there was no stopping the corners of her mouth from forming a grin. She laid out her forearms over the top rope, resting her chin while Killer King made his way down, making his rounds toward the announcer table and eventually up the steps to stand before her in the ring. Like before, she appeared fearless before the man twice her size, turning around, so her back rested against the ropes, checking her nails and occasionally looking up. Dubbing her victory fair and square, she thought it pish posh — memories she’d rather forget, deny, and above all — allow them to eat at her. Even the crowd seemed to agree. Having them in her court was a foreign feeling, so she extended her arms to the side, letting her answer be the crowd’s reaction. But the thing that crossed the line was the latter, a threat to her dignity and image. The remark flipped that switch, dropping the smile into a vehement glare. She pushed off, trotting forth until her feet lined up with his, inches apart, which put their height difference on complete display.

⠀〝You know, Killer King, I offered you forgiveness. A Reinhardt’s forgiveness, to come out here, lie down and accept the beating, and I’d even pay your hospital bill. But you see, now, Mister Furry-Face, you crossed any line of redemption.. 〞

A brazen voice spoke into the mic, nodding her head as a gesture of her acceptance. She did her best to look big too, standing with a puffed out chest, narrow posture, but her head practically craned all the way back. An eerie sight for sure, a lightweight staring down an unmovable boulder with limbs. With King demanding a formal acceptance from her, she stepped back twice, looking once to the crowd which were riled up to see these two fight — even if they were both heels, the spectacle, the stakes all became tangible and beckoned anticipation that Karla couldn't walk away from.

〝Referee! Do come out and execute your job!〞

Once delivered, she turned her head to look up the rampway, which the lovely servant from earlier was rounding up just the thing they needed. She knew exactly how to get what she wanted and predicted she would. But there was no lie that Karla reacted to King’s stipulation. She nearly choked. The threat made her heart stoop, stewing somewhere in her gut as she buried it with vigour. Waiting for the servant to come out, Killer King acted much to Karla’s surprise. A thrust to her gut, hunching as her arms crossed and dropped the mic, the sound reverberated and raked ears. She bellowed a groan, suckered into losing all her breath before being a prisoner to two legs. Then once her arms entered his grasp, she panicked with her waist, trying to kick backwards, her one foot stamping as she whined — but there was no escaping someone this strong. So she landed on her face, the drop was clean, and her body bounced on the impact. 〝NGH!〞

One loud grunt and then… Lifeless, trapped in a warm cloud while her vision was dipped in shadow. Limbs like sandbags, easy to lift and to surrender to gravity, in the Beast’s hands as she was turned over, her cheek nestling against the warm mat, spangled with red hair. Simultaneously, her legs slumped, knitted together until one was hooked, folding over his large hand and easily brought towards her chest.
Executing Karla’s orders, a referee came running out at just the wrong time, enough to witness the pedigree which broke Karla like an unwanted toy. He ran to them, sliding beneath the bottom rope as the bell rang to start their fight. Counting one was joined by the crowd, who began to see the writing on the wall. Were they about to see her downfall? Certainly, a crowd like this would love to see her ego be drilled in several contexts. The same one that relished in watching lewd competitions be done in this ring. There was no doubt those threats could be upheld here, so when the referee’s hand struck two, her eyes bulged open with a deep inhale. 〝G-Get… OFFF!!〞

She screamed with her effort, shooting up her hand and shoulder to break the pin before three, having to fight his weight and grip by kicking her leg. Hopefully breaking his grip on her leg, she tried desperately to roll onto her front, or better, roll twice to make some distance. Reminded of the pain lingering and now the swamp which throbbed her visage, she needed time — whether Killer King would grant her that was... up to him.

[KillerV]

King gonna catch her off guard with the kick and indeed connected, thankful he was able to grab the head and put it down between his muscular thighs while looking over to see that curvy ass of her body suit just show how much she works out and much fitting for sure, but it isnt the time to gazed on her ass, he quickly hook her arms and planted the bitch Karla into his finisher- Pedigree, feeling her bounces underneath him with his bulges pressing back of her red hair, seeing her ass barely shaken due to the tight bodysuit but at the least he got a good hit on her. "Yes!" Turning the babe over and goes for the pinfall hooking the leg and pressing her face down, the referee finally rushes in and begin the countdown as he figures that this could be his fastest win ever in his life but just right after the second count, Karla surprises him by kicking out breaking up the hold, he got off on his knees looking right at her seeing the woman rolling away from him giving each other space and since now the match is official, King is ready to kick her ass once again. "Lets fuck you up and win again yeah?!"

The beast pushes himself up and reaching for his jogging pants to rip it right off revealing his dark red wrestling trunks that he was gonna get ready for his other match later on but this is perfect, this match will be his warm-up so he can prepare to dominate his next opponent afterwards, tossing his torn jogging pants out of the ring, now he is in his wrestling attires- said trunks plus black boots and kneepads, of course his signature black jaguar mask that never comes off unless he does it himself, the beast is ready to be unleashed on the poor woman Karla, out to defeat her for the rematch.

He start popping his knuckles, tilting his head popping the neck, the beast slowly approaching the woman ready to show her how to lose badly like before and takes the beating like the loser she is. "Where do you think you're going?!" He could grab her by the hair and pull up to bitch slap the woman all he want but instead he wanted to do something else, the match is anything goes pretty much and nothing could stop these two from doing from brawling and beating at each other but King figures that he would be the one messing her up as much as he want, pin her anywhere he likes, maybe drag her to his locker room to show her how to lose privately.

Either way, when he gotten closer to her he tries to kick her in the ribs to roll the red head more to the turnbuckle, maybe one more kick just to be sure she would stay still and stay down on the mat in the corner so that he can take his time to stepping out of the ropes and down on the outside floors. Going around front of the ring post outside, the monster Killer King tries to grab on one of her ankles and other grabbing the back of her long red hair, pulling it back to pressing her own back against the cold steel pole as he place his foot against it to yank it hard, stretching her backward painfully as he can, humiliating her from the start already! "HAH! LIKING THAT NOW?!"

[Monsy]

Devastated by a finisher this early into a battle, things seemed over before they started. Ravelled into a tight bow, everything spelling victory before Karla’s sudden kick out. Driven by nothing but instinct, she rolled. Her shoulder collided with the bottom rope, the bent frames of her shades finally fell off, leaving behind the smashed red shards strewn over the mat.

“Nnnghh.”

Being lost in your own world was bad enough. Not to mention, she could hardly see where her opponent was. A spinning image was all she got, twirling ropes, swirling ivory mats, and the reverberating shouts of the crowd and twinkles of light. One kick brought her back to life, making her groan as her frame crumbled, the kick itself launching her in his desired direction. Slumped in the corner, her body splayed horizontally, her cheek rested on the bottom rope, heaving before the second kick. An insult really, crushing her against the turnbuckle, forcing her to turn sideways as her arms crossed over her chest, guarding her ribs as she heaved three heavy coughs, breathing in short wheezes.
Left to stew, she tried to recover, heaving herself up into an upright stance. But her long hair came to bite her, being yanked back, which caused her to squeal. Then her ankle found his grip. Struggling was futile. The cold post soon met her white coat, the corner eating into her bite. Her body bridged into a U-shape. The suit’s latex stretched, showcasing her physique and her flexibility. But there was no mistaking the pain, ushering one continuous scream. “HAAAGh… AAAAAGH!!” She bit down on her lip to silence herself, shaking her head as her hands reached up, grabbing onto the wrist which held her hair: the second source of pain.

Then when the referee asked if she’d like to submit, she had a few things to say. “NNN-NOT IN YOUR LIFE! LET ME GO!”

[KillerV]

King is in the driver seat taking initiative to wreck the shit out of Karla and already messing her up so far with the starting off finisher of his Pedigree and now, her back in the corner where he pulls on her long red hair and her leg to see how far her back and flexibility would take her, knowing she wouldnt give up right away but the damage to that fine body is so damn nice, seeing the tight body suit stretches her out while she screaming in pain as the referee went to check on her which she wouldnt give up, he felt his wrist being grabbed while hold on the hair, she refuses to lose now, but he knows that she will lose to the dirty beast again! "Hurrrgh! Good! I want you to keep going so I can kick your ass some more! Hurrrrgh!" He pulls and yank and just abusing Karla some more of back stretching pain.

He finally got tired of pulling onto her and letting go completely, he notices her white coat is still on and just completely forgotten about it, was too focused on her sexy damn body. "Take that off!" Grabbing her coat to stripe it off and first thing he does with it and drape it around his neck to get the feeling of her coat, then putting it between his legs to slide it back and forth as if using it like a towel to clean himself off then finally tossing her coat to the crowd whoever wanted it. "Now, I can see your full body!"

The beast knows how brutal this woman is and he will unleashed whatever he can to show no mercy to Karla, a rematch against him is just a second dose of ass kicked by the beast! King grabbing the ropes to pull himself up on the apron then crouches down reaching between the middle and bottom ropes for her hair once again, trying to drag her out on the apron with him as he is prepare to do some major damages to her. When he finally can drag her out with him, thrust her head down between his strong legs like before and knowing her back is hurt from the back bending against the cold steel. "Yeah this is nice, love the view!" Looking down at her backside where he place both hands on her ass to give it a good feel of the curves and squeeze the cheeks behind those leathery suit, his pervert ways will soon turn deadly as he slide his hands up to her body and around it to hug, hoist her upside down for a brief moment and drop to sit on the apron and spike her skull on top, for his classic Piledriver! "HMPH!"

[Monsy]

Bend a branch, and it's bound to snap. The boundaries of that were tested on Karla’s spine, advancing deeper into her spine. It felt a part of her, being stabbed by something hardly blunt, but enough to throb like the shockwaves of a bomb. Her eyes were wet, but she held on, simply not allowing herself to quit, lest she’d face a much greater punishment: defeat. And it didn’t help that she fought under the strain of their rematch; the muscle buster which ended their last still left her muscles tense like twisted steel wire, slowly prying apart in a slow, vicious manner. But then, freedom was granted. The feeling still lingered, worsened even when she rolled onto her stomach, face deep in the mat. A laboured breath, one knee rose, then kicked, amounting to nothing. She mounted a vain resistance to King, who stole her jacket, slapping the mat again with her front, pushing on her forehead whilst one hand nursed her back.

“I’m not hiding it, you wench!!” She growled, talking through tightly sealed teeth, a low, raspy voice. Thankfully, she didn’t see what happened to it; neither was it her only one. It seems to be the only silver lining in this debacle. Now a slave to the force which grabbed her hair, she shrieked, reaching up to swipe at his wrist, albeit it was akin to a desperate flail. Now lodged betwixt a familiar setting, she tried dropping to a knee to make it more difficult; but that was a botched hope, one she knew wouldn’t work but did anyway. It inflamed her to be helpless, stuck in someone else’s control. Having gone lateral, her expression grew tight, shaking her head as much as she could, silently pleading not to be dropped on her head again.

And when King preyed on her hourglass figure, which upheld a quota for being decadent in an amiable layer of muscle, the sensation on her sides beckoned a yelp. Her hips twisted, the squeeze to her supple rear end bore a more violent shake. Swinging her legs, they tried to find his face. But this was all a flustered attempt, as heat sparked in her countenance, putting a pink shade across the angular cheekbones. Before long, there was a painful silence, knowing what was coming, but able to do nothing about it. The crowd held their breath to hear the thunk of Karla’s skull smash the mat, her body doing a light jump before her struggles became quiet like a meadow. Legs submitted towards her head, her hands twitched as they grabbed bundles of her velvet tresses, and she didn’t think so much as scream. Instead, she moaned in pain, stifled by a gaze that really struggled to stay awake; her eyelids became warm, trying to convince her brain to close them... But alas, she would not... “Nnghh… I… Can’t… Lose…”

[KillerV]

King love how tight her ass is just squeezing it and feeling it up, knowing Karla hated it and thats what he loves, hates from sexy opponents! Whats even better that he brings her upside down in his strong arms hanging her above the ring apron almost like he could easily jump off and diving piledriver down on the outside floors but instead, he wanted to driven her skull on the apron that leaves her laying there stunned even more from the thudding impact, he could see her barely moving and weaken already, thats what he totally enjoyed, now he can work on her even more, tormenting the hot red head, slowly sliding himself off the apron and looking around, thinking what else he could do with Karla.

"Huff... lets see.... ahhh!" He looked at the announcer tables, then at the announcers, the timekeeper, commentators, all of them just staring at the monster as he roars out at them, shooing them away as he goes for the tables to grab the top layer to rip it right off throwing it to the side, stripping the mini televisions out of the slots, removing everything he can until the two announcer tables are flat that he could make good use of it, especially for the sexy woman Karla, ready to wreck her even more.

Not sure how much she recovered from the piledriver and during the dismantle of the tables, he turned around and confidently walking up to Karla where he tries to get her to sit on the apron, back against the ropes and looking at that pathetic hot face of hers, patting a little to see if shes still there. "Hurt that much already? Maybe I can help you to be more.... awake yeah?" He taunts Karla as he place his one hand on one of her breasts not to squeeze too tightly but to at least secure it while the other hand which he loves to do by placing it over her crotch to give it a firm grip, rubbing it even to feel how warm it is between those leathery thighs and bodysuit just tightly wraps all around those curves.... King then tries to lift her up off the apron and hanging Karla above his head, slowly turning to face the tables.

"Mmmmmm I cant wait to fuck you up! Inside and out! HAH!" He felt real confident so far after wrecking her with Pedigree finisher and Piledriver, not forget the back bending over the steel pole, now he is thinking about throwing her on the table but wanted to do something more.... punishable. Inside his beastly mask he licked his lips wet while his fingers both fondling her breast and crotch at the same time, feeling Karla up while being defenseless, and King stopping in front one of the table, he tries to pushes her breasts up as he turn to slide his hand over her crotch going behind to feel her ass cheeks so he can pushes her ass down, going to whipping her face first and whole front on the table like a big Flapjack like! "HMPH!"

[Monsy]

Spiked, compiled with her bodyweight, an arching spine which curled into a C-shape, the tips of her shoulders planted with the back of her head wedged underneath her folded frame. She ended up flopping onto her side, legs sprawled onto the mat, one dangled off as she flipped onto her back. Like being spun in water, she lost all sense of direction, occasionally feeling as if she were floating on clouds, limbs unable to go up or down, spinning all in this warm cusp of groggy sensations. The pain became something of a shock, constant, throbbing, but she couldn’t muster many reactions to it. Things weren’t going her way; she’d taken three debilitating things, kept down before the next move, which threatened to break the lightweight’s body. If there were any hope, it was a hopeful glimmer, a fool’s chance. The match was still early; neither was Karla known to stay down just cause she feels tired or hurting. So she started sitting up, grabbing a rope to begin tugging herself up. Assisted by King, she groaned from the headrush, a blistering headache drilling into her brain, lips sealed with big huffs coming from her nose, causing her shoulders to rise and fall. A weak swat was thrown to knock his hand away. But once he saddled a grip into one but two inappropriate places, she yelped, hips bucking inward. Two hands went down towards that hand by her crotch, vice-gripping it as her hips rocked. His hands met nothing but a thicker portion of the suit, preventing much of the sensation, but the hand was still a brooding statement.

“J-Just where are you touching, you disgusting cretin?!”

Spoken with genuine panic, swathed in a barrelling heat that got worse as time went by, she couldn’t necessarily stop him either. Once elevated, she felt a second wave of headache stab her temple, followed by the growing heat as he continued his unwanted actions, threatening her body to quiver from the sheer amount of chills that clogged in her nape. Before long, her body went front first into the announcer table, causing its frame to crack. One side lowered, giving it a slight angle as Karla’s body sparkled over it, doubling over with a roll that sent her rolling off the other side, effectively landing in between the office chairs, a couple of loose cables, and the cold welcome of ringside.

Things needed to be turned around... But the opportunity yet to present itself.

[KillerV]

The dirty beast continues to decimate his sexy opponent with everything he got on her and already have his perverted hand on the crotch giving to easily lifting Karla above his head while she complaining on where his hands is at, eventually King would shut her up with a huge drop slamming right on top of the announcer table that almost broke in halve, watching Karla rolling to the lower side of the table and onto some cables, against the chairs, looks like she in completely destroyed by the big bad beast, he watches over her thinking he can do some little work around the area before continues to pick her apart like piece of Barbie trash doll.

He gazed at her fine body just looks good exhausted and beaten by his own two hands, now he goes to look around to see what else he could make good use of the area since the match is pretty much anything goes, pin anywhere, whatever he want! He looked at the crowd for a moment before finally he start heading to that direction which he climbs over the black barricade and the crowd close by starting to get up and moving away as far as possible from Killer King.

He using their empty chairs folding up one by one, putting them all in a large pile close to the barricade almost counting nearly 20 or so, but one will be open and propped up against the barricade with his back facing it, making it easier for King himself to step on and get right over to the other side in which he did, stepping to the other side where Karla is. He grab on one of the office chair to also propping it against the barricade with the back of the chair too, aligned with the other steel chair, now it would seem all set and ready to go, now he need one more thing to do and its Karla, the last thing he wanted to do with.

King approaching Karla if shes still laying there looking down over her as he makes a low growl sounds so she knows he is right there. "Hey there babe, wake up, that isnt your bed, I have one made for you right here! NOW COME!" He hunches down to grip on her long red hair to pull up a little using it to drag her with him to the setup chairs, climbing up to the office chair and stepping over to stand on the other chair, yanking on her hair to drag Karla up on the office chair as he can, prepare to make things work for him. "Alright, now then!" Tries to pull her head under his muscular left arm, draping her arm around his neck, his free hand grabbing those belt around he waist, all ready to go and looking over his shoulders to see the pile of cold steel chairs ready to be make good use of it too..... King attempt to yank her up off the office chair and straight up in the air, tries to fall backward and send her whole sexy body back first slamming on those piles for some major damages! "HURGH!"

[Monsy]

One announcer table; one splitting headache; that’s what it took to gain an ounce rest. Laid out, she grabbed chunks of her own cheek, trying to regain a sense of feeling from the sea of numbness, hampering her limbs, and settling a cloud on her mind. Get up. Cursing herself was only the beginning; the brawler could only hope there was enough time to recover, and she hated relying on such a thing. Not enough control. Amidst all short span of self-depreciation and bubbling frustrations, Killer took things beyond the barricade and into the crowd. Chairs piled into a crumbled sandcastle, layer upon layer of glistening malleable black steel, something she’d been acquainted with dropping on as of late.

Meanwhile, she kept staring up, scorned by the overhead lights that glared, making her head turn away, just as Killer returned to continued his onslaught. She clambered up, limbering to his command as her foot met the cushiony leather of an office chair, forced to stand on it. The strength was frightening, having just been lifted by a low-effort tug. Then, placed under his arm, coupled with her own lying dormant over his nape, Karla found no other answer but to coil her left leg behind his right. So when he heaved, the tomb that King prepared had been denied. One foot left the ground, but the other stayed hooked. Desperate really, should this one limb go, the castle of cards all fall. So, she fell back on her old habits, involving the courteous usage of her other knee that dialled back, and shot forward, drilling his crotch with solid bone.

"Don't. Call. Me. Babe!"

Should this give her room to breathe, Karla would unhook her leg, climbing to stand on the edge of the barricade, and leap. Both legs swung around Killer’s waist, using his weight as the fulcrum to swing around, while the grip on his head tightened tenfold, hoping to command his body to fall with her onto the pile of steel chairs. Except, where she’d land back-first, Killer’s would be spiked on his crown with a tornado DDT!

[KillerV]

King is ready to do some REAL damage to the red head bitch, all the black metal chairs piled up for him to use, and now he goes right after Karla just sleeping on the job as he goes to get her by the hair, taking her with him to the two setup chairs that he need to bring her over and use it to get up a little higher so he can send her down with a massive impact to her back, could of done other moves but this one he thinks is much safer on his side at the least, plus would be difficult to pull off other moves that he couldnt take her that far, or so he thought.

Regardless, King got her setup and about to send her crashing down until he could hear her shouting at him for calling 'babe' and then.... a hard smack that he felt right between his legs, his balls got crushed by her hard knee! "GAHHHH!" He quickly released the hold and placing one hand on the barricade to keep himself from falling over and the other hand clutches to himself, groaning in anger that the bitch able to score at hit for once, and it was a critical one too! "Nghhhhh....."

But it doesnt seem to be over just yet, he felt his muscular body wrapped by from her shapely legs and felt the bodysuit material rubbing against his sweaty skins, but the worst part is his head that get caught under her arm as he felt being forced to swung around, shifted to throw him right over as he pulled along, sending his beastly head first right down onto the pile of steel chairs that was meant for Karla! "GAHHHHHH!" The chairs clatters and few scatters from his landing, he laid half of his body on the chairs and other half onto the concrete, groaning not only his one hand clutches on his manhood but also his head, couldnt get up right now and just stunned from the harsh landing on his skull. "Nghhhhh damnit..... fuck......."