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

[Monsy]

And thus, the mismatch continues. After gruelling piledrivers, pedigrees and a smash against the announcer table, Karla seemed more than tantalized, a hopeful vigour primed to be snubbed. But like all adversaries that made this horrible mistake, she resurrected with twice the fury, turning Killer King’s head into a wrecking ball that smashed into the chair coliseum, leaving him splayed out! Neither would she be unscathed, as the move sent her crashing back-first. Pain exploded in her right shoulder, spurring a hard wince as a nauseating throb surged through like fire. At least it wasn't the suplex. Arching her back, she kicked her foot against the ground, turning over with one arm stretching across to grab the throbbing shoulder. She breathed labouredly, dipping her head before jerking it up, shooting back her loose bangs before pushing down on the steel hill, emerging on all fours before her feet found purchase on uneven metal. After jumping down to the pile's foot, she picked up a chair that bore a dent from her back. And using the overhead licked to reflect over the black, she stared into her subtle reflection, licking her thumb to fix her hair, cheek both cheeks for bruises and wipe away any smudged lipstick.

Once finished, she smiled and looked over with one fist propped on her hip, the other holding a chair leg.

“Right. I believe it’s time you learned respect for Reinhardts.”

She spoke after a slow breath, reaffirming her composure to reinflate the hurting pride of the Reinhardt, who was inappropriately touched not long ago before things turned around. Then, she walked over, the clack of her heels drawing near as she kicked away loose chairs, approaching from Killer's left side. She lifted her knee until it kissed her chest, her smile devolving into a sneer as she shot it down like a piston, trying to drill her heel into his solar plexus! It certainly helped knowing the weakpoints when dealing with larger adversaries, something she had to adapt with her limited size.

“But first… I want revenge.”

With one decisive motion, she raised the chair above her head and swung it down, trying to club Killer straight in the face with a steel chair. Should one connect, she’d yell and bring down a second chair shot, then a third and fourth, all driven by her overflowing frustrations, venting into her arms and made true on Killer’s head should he not counter. Violence. It, was violence.

[KillerV]

King was getting ready to put her through a bunch of metal chairs that he would going to enjoy the sound of her body getting all slammed right on top of it, but unfortunately she ruined his plan with a nasty low blow to his balls before she catches his head to send him spinning down first onto the chairs that made him laid right on top, stunned from the impact, groaning that his head is just throbbing in pain that he slowly reaches up to hold his beastly head, tapping his right foot on the ground just suffered a major headaches.

He was too focused on his head pain to notices whats going on around him but at the least he hears something nearby and it isnt the crowd, but his sexy opponent Karla closing in and hearing the bitch words, she does sound tired from likely of him dominating her from the start of the match, but while he tries to recover as he can, attempting to get himself back up on his feet but it would seem like Karla went down to stomp hard right onto his solar plexus! He grunted loud and kept him on his back, staying in place while he is sure she loves to grind her damn boot on his tough body.

When she running her mouth wanted him to respect the Reinhardt and revenge.... he knew something bad is going to happen to him and he was right, he could see the weapon in her hands and he couldnt move, not with the headaches nor the stomach pain he felt, just getting numbed from the hits and soon, she goes for the chair shots, it isnt a first shot that would be enough for her satisfaction, she wanted more, more she did, slamming more shots after shots, up to four times to his skull! He didnt make any sounds other than the chair clanging on his head, now he felt real dizzy from the hits and just laying there groaning, arms and legs just jelly now. "Nghhh........."

[Monsy]

The battering harboured no constraint, like clubbing faceless meat. And once the gratifying fourth clack sang its tune, she stopped, raising the chair by her head, then discarded it. She combed any unruly tresses back, conjoining with the languid flow of red that went over her ear and down her back, except for the stands that formed a twirling spiral down her front. Bearing a look of apathy, the narrow lips of K.R.R occasionally twitched, paired with furrowing eyebrows. She’d walk forward, one leg on either side of his tantalized body, bending over and grabbing his head with one hand on either side, staring directly into the slits of his mask, investigating. No matter whether she stared at an abyss, or the colour of an iris, she’d beg the question,

“Does it hurt, creep?”

Her breath paused. She’d tug, trying to heave the Beast onto his feet. An arm enveloped his nape, going under the chin. Sealed by her hands conjoining, clamming Killer’s head into the side of her chest, she’d lure him onward. They’d be marching towards a set of blue metal doors. A march became a jog, accompanied by a yell as she’d attempt to use Killer’s head like a battering ram against the door. And if she'd succeed, the doors buckled, snapping open, and they'd spill into another room, forcing his release as she lumbered forward. White walls, bright overhead lighting and blue concrete flooring. Benches positioned around the middle, garbage cans, and bathrooms near the end. It opened into a larger room with a concession stand, where the pungent smell of buttered popcorn reigned supreme. Peaceful, really, apart from the stragglers who purchased their snacks, unaware the two chaotic combatants were looming near.

She’d turn around and start walking backwards, crossing her arms behind her back and releasing heavy breaths out her nose, recuperating from the earlier strain.

“Come on, Mister Beast. Your prize is slipping away. Me, right? Do you want me? Then you have to follow, like a good meat-brained pet.”

[KillerV]

King is glad he wore a mask that protect from cuts and such, but even then Karla just brutally slamming the metal chair over his head and face repeatedly, enough to bypass through his mask and smacking his actual face! The constant of chair shots was enough to stunned the monster as he laying there could see her about to do another blow to the skull but decided to drop it to the side and reaching for his head, pulling him up as he stares right at the woman face like shes searching to see his real face, the beast just groans and then she asked the question, he couldnt respond was too disoriented. "Nghhhhh....."

With a bit of force pulling on his head he soon found himself locking under her arm against the side of her chest, dragging the stunned monster taking him wherever she wanted him to go. His arms dangling a little bit trying to bring it up to hold on her arms or hips, whatever he can cling on, no one havent see him beaten badly in quite sometime. Dragging along until he could feel himself and her picking up the pace and soon, his head takes another impact getting rammed into something hard. "NGH!"

His head been let go and he just crumbles and rolled down on the floors on some food and other gross sticky stuff, likely soda some assholes spilled... regardless, he pretty much knows where he is with the smell of food and people chattering, definitely not in the ring anymore, his head still throbbing in pain with constant head slamming and hitting, more likely Karla want payback for all of his piledriver and pedigree he done to her.

Huffing and suffering, he slowly rolling on his front and one of his hands reaching up to hold on his head, can feel it stinging so much just by the touch, the beast just so angry deep inside but unable to express it at all. But when his mind slowly coming to clear, looking right at her which it would seem shes taunting him to come get her, he so want a lot of pieces of that body, rip her apart! "Nghhhhgrrrrr........" He struggles to get back up on his feet, pushes his hands and feet against the floors, slowly backing up on his feet, like a zombies he is moving towards her trying to follow the damn red head, dont expecting to get her right away. "Ngh.... damn.... you..... bi.... bitch...."

[Monsy]

Small trumps big. One thing Karla sought to prove. Beneath that, the motivations were far more straightforward. She was angry, unable to control herself, capable of only battering that skull for her sick satisfaction. A wrestling match. No, it seemed more like a street fight than anything. Now, as both competitors left ringside, delving into the depths of backstage, the crowd's spectatorship fell upon the big screen. Step by step, she led King on, who cursed her with a typical insult. Bitch. She’s heard that many times, garnering only a wicked smirk. And woe to those who provoke the tiny brawler, prompting the cogs in Karla’s mind to turn. Perhaps, she’s too soft, no? Chair shots didn’t change his attitude, the begging-for-mercy demeanour she craved. By what could she do exactly? Options were scarce. The barren hallway presented no easy carry weaponry. Behind her, King followed, a harbinger of danger.

She licked her lips and surveyed again, looking back and spotting the adjacent corridors with blue and white bathroom symbals stamped at their side—boys to the left, girls to the right. Ah, yes, she has something. The idea felt so appetizing; she charged down the hall and left into the women’s bathroom, echoing steps as black heels met the tile. Spotting the rows of mirrors above the sink, she advanced, only to be spiked with dizziness and come to a knee. A gloved hand delved into her throbbing head as her world span, cramping in waves. Her punishment didn’t sit idle, enflamed by the recent piledrivers and pedigrees, compiling from when her skull smacked cleanly onto a steel chair in their last match. Get up, she told herself. Applying a hand on the counter, she stood but leaned forward onto her waistline, gawking at the mirror, carefully combing red strands around her ear. Her lipstick smeared at the corner, panting radically with loose hairs dangling over her cheeks and eyes—what a mess.

A few seconds wasted, not detrimental, but she needed to act now. White clips on the mirror became her focus, starting to pry while simultaneously preying on a loose screw, twisting with urgency. The mirror squirmed, shaking in its flexible foundation until a clip snapped, the second clip coming free, allowing Karla to slip it from its confines. She wobbled back, the three by two-foot mirror sitting in her clasp before finding her footing and marching out with her improvised weaponry, hoping to find King still lumbering his way into her direction. Hoisting the mirror overhead like a great battleaxe, she hastened into a speedwalk. When the distance finally closed, she’d step onto a bench, using that to garner some air before delivering an overhead smack with the mirror, coupled with a yell, hoping to see it shatter over his masked face!

[KillerV]

What pisses the beast off is when being taunted while he is hurt and sore and just feels useless, he isnt any of that at all! But the damn red head just wreck havoc on his skull just made him vulnerable and that really angers him, looking right at her to see that fine woman just wanted him to chase to get his revenge, couldnt run as he suddenly dropped for a moment to catch a breather, his skull still throbbing from repeated chairshots and being used as a battling ram into the door, he groans, and holds his head, looking up slowly to see her going around into whatever that entrance is. "Shit......"

His head slowly getting better, his vision shaking for a few seconds before finally pushes himself up back on his feet, following his trails to the bitch heading to that direction. Walking slowly like a zombie while the crowd surrounding nearby watching him closing in, closer and closer, leaning against the wall as he takes another breath, he looks around and just snarling at the bystanders just backing away keeping their distance..... "Grrrrr fuck off!"

Eventually by the time he start moving again, he swore that shes went this way, as he approaching to the entrance of.... women restroom.... of course, when he about to go in, instead Karla comes out to get right on top of the bench and shes holding... another fucking weapon! "GAH!" He saw his own reflection before it shattered on top of his head once again, the main part she sole focusing on attacking him. King hung his head down while still standing, didnt dropped onto the ground or anything, like he just seem to be stunned once again, but something seem different that everyone is watching the actions. "Grr........."

The people could barely hear him making that small growls, he growls again but a bit louder, King is actually growing more and more pissed off, he had enough of his head getting hit over and over, suddenly he burst out a roar, shouting out right at Karla with his arms out tensing his muscles and snapping his head up glaring down at her. "RAWR!" King just show a short burst of power of rage, attempt to reach out his strong hands at her throat to clamp right onto like a vice grip, using it to lift her up a forceful hop and whipping Karla down right where she was standing, going for a big double handed chokeslam! "GRRRRRRRRR!"

[Monsy]

Fairness didn’t exist in this field. No rules, no stoppages, only surrender. The referee stayed about ten feet from the action, shadowing their movements, closing both doors as the two traversed the hall. Closer, the Beast covered more ground than she’d expect, who chastised onlookers for his battered state. Typically, she’d do the same. But the moment she’d recover, slide the mirror out and exit the bathroom, her heart froze. Quick, attack! And she did. The solid square clashed over his mask, exploding into sharp rain that poured onto the floor, spreading out like debris.

“You like that?! Du minderwertiger Abfall.” She’d spit at his boot, then glance towards interested spectators, scorning them with a disdainful frown, “Move along!” She’d shout. Perhaps they both agree on their attitudes towards crowds. But something peculiar nicked her ears now. A growl, low and ominous. A beast, human-like, but bleeding wrath from his lips. He’d stand over a foot over her, twice the weight. The exact kind she detested and stood steadfast. You’d be complimented for even approach such a person, fight them once, let alone twice. A dreading competitor and even more violent pervert. And it’s that bravery that brought her trouble. She’d slowly rotate back, craning her head up and rear a foot back, preparing to vacate immediately. Once the ear-jolting roar froze her heart, her cheeks paled, knees locked, and her posture flinched back. A moment of hesitation. Enough time for two hands to cull her airways. Gaping eyes stared, her mouth ajar, tongue lulled out as her frame rose, kicking her feet before being whipped down. Her shoulders slammed first, the back of her head smacking concrete, diluting her pupils as she’d scream, loud and pure, the epitome of pain as remnants of glass jutted into her fall. Paralyzed by pain, her arms and legs twitched idly, eyes staring upward, blinking slowly, and her body focused only on breathing.

[KillerV]

King indeed proves that he is a monster able to take a hard smash with a mirror on his head after what Karla did, but it didnt stop him from roaring out loud and catches her throat, sending her up in the air and thrown down on the bench for put her through another objects, maybe she enjoys taking some breaks. Regardless, that mirror smash does hurt the big bad beast as he staggered towards to the wall, leaning his shoulder against it while clutching his head as he watching down seeing her laying there on the debris, stunned and suffered, he could completely pounce on her right now but needed a few seconds to recover. "Nghhhhhh damn bitch....."

Unsure how long he was resting against the wall but when he finally come to and out for bit of revenge, its not the time. King pushes himself away from the walls and looking at Karla, then his surrounding to see what he can do next, close by are some concession stands with some food he actually likes even from Japan, but one of them sticking out like a sore thumb. It had several red velvet ropes to keep a long line of people awaiting to get some good food, he couldnt help himself and wanted to go there, but first, he'll have to take Karla with him. "Huff.... youre coming with me!"

Turning back to Karla as he reaching for one of her ankles to grab onto and start pulling, drag the woman off the broken bench and taking her with him to the concession stand, doesnt care if shes sliding over any debris, food, shattered mirror, piece of bench, whatever, his goal is to take the red head to the location he wanted to pick her apart and continue their match.

Once he got her to this food stand, they serve some large Japanese noodles, he thinks its called udon or something, but he isnt here for the food instead he wanted to use these red velvet ropes, since the match is anything goes and she did hurt the beast badly, now its her turn to suffer some more! Several people running away to avoid getting hurt from the two wrestlers as King yanking on her leg to try turning Karla over facing down before letting go. Grabbing one of the long velvet rope to unclip off the metal posts, taking the rope that seem fairly long about 5-6 foot, King goes behind her and hunches down to get the rope around her neck, not to wrap it but goes over her throat, pulling it back as he place his foot against between the shoulder blades, trying to get Karla up on her knees as he choking her out with the rope! "Now! We're back what suppose to be! GRRRRRR! Kicking your ass!"

[Monsy]

A devilish burn crept in her back, an agony like being pricked by sharp embers on her spine and knife-like legs upon her muscles. Her head absorbed the brunt. Smacked against the floor, the redhead’s vision swam. Like if someone trapped her in a mire, looking aimlessly to find the surface, yet unable to find footing. In short. There was little to do but wait. And wait she did, focused only on breathing. Inhale, exhale. Once her ankle fell into his clasp, her back arched, dragging across strewn shards, some new and others already wedged in the suit. They raked her back but ultimately fell short of cutting the black material, specifically purposed for elasticity and resilience. Whimpers and whines muttered, the onset of strife that tantalized her back, scratching the carpet as it aggravated her seizing muscles. People’s voices swept her ears, forcing her to glance. She’d scowl, bark something, do anything to make her displeasure known as usual, but they’d already left, and her strength faltered.

She’d end up on her front, scraping her breasts while positioned between stanchions; golden clips suspended its snaking velvet rope. But the impending danger fell on deaf ears. She pushed on the ground, climbing to all fours, waddling forward with her limbs collapsing inward before reconfiguring. Forward, the only way. Stopping her retreat was the same velvet rope, hooking her throat, forcing her body to arch upward, her two hands leaving the floor as she kneeled. A foot bore into her back, plunged against the back-muscle, adding leverage as her countenance erupted into red. She gagged, her teeth clenched like grinding gears, tears welling in her eyes as her breath evaporated. Her heart raced. And as sweat started dappling her forehead, she looked left, seeing the lone steel stanchion. Without second thoughts, she threw her weight towards it, scraping the mat with her knees while her hands clutched the rope, battling against Killer’s unyielding strength.

She shot her arm forward, a desperate lunge to grab the stanchion’s base. If this failed, then she’d rely on mercy. So without delay, she’d lift, gripping it with two hands before swinging backwards, aiming to ram raw steel against his knee’s side.

[KillerV]

Now with more people watching the match between the beauty and the beast, face to face in a bloody fight outside the ring, they could see the large monster taking the velvet rope to use it on Karla neck to choking her out with his foot on the back, he knows that how tough she is so he pushes his foot down even more as well his grips tighten while pulling back even more, in hope to choking her enough that he would of see her start losing strength and consciousness. "GRRRRRRRRRR!"

King normally doesnt like to use weapons on someone because he cannot 'feel' it, rather have his hands dirty to fully enjoy and experience on dominating and destroying hot babes like Karla, but she did enough damages on the beast with all sorts of weapons, he decided to get even with her, an eye for an eye, using what he can and this is what he did, choking the shit out of her! He can see her struggling to get the thick rope off her throat as he kept pulling onto her while the crowd taking some pictures, some even recording the match for their own collections, King doesnt care as long he destroyed her!

He slightly pulling the thick rope left and right bit of sliding over her throat to do a little bit of burning, just to try making her red hair, and for sure it would takes quite bit of time! Eventually while he was busy working on the pulls, he didnt see her reaching out for the stanchion, and then he pay the price when she was able to smack it right on his knee, a loud clang echoes the area and King instantly letting go the velvet rope, howl out loud from the pain, didnt stay for a second and dropped the beast down beside Karla, on all fours but one hand reaching for his knee. "NGHHHHH! GAHhhhhhh fuck!" He cursed her for hitting him like that, and who knew that stanchion is much more harder than the steel chair, it easily dropped the monster, yet his other leg still pretty strong to strength to push up against the floor so he practically hopping, move to the counter to lean onto, just in so much pain, shouting at the cashier to bring him some bag of ice. "Gimme ICE NOW!"