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

[Monsy]

Drool collected at her lips’ corners, threatening to seep out. Her eyes rolled back; one eyelid closed, the other twitched; her face turning red. To for the vile pleasure of these common folks. How dare they capture this moment above all things? Humiliation is what it was. But that wouldn’t matter if she passed out, the invincible rhetoric of Karla silenced by another. It wouldn’t happen again. Not to him. That’s why when her grips saddled on that stanchion, she swung with everything, and it paid off. The trio of steel, flesh and bone like sweet melodies, granting her a new lease on breathing.

She released the weapon. Rolling onto her back, arms splayed out as Karla chucked a series of hardy-coughs. Lungs filled and spent; throat like sandpaper that scratched; the dizziness all-consuming like alcohol. Stand, she told herself. And by instinct, she pushed on the ground, dragging her feet underneath her. Limbs like water-bags struggled to consolidate strength before her eyes found the velvet rope strewn across the concrete floor. An idea struck, throwing herself towards it. Her front kissed the ground, caught by one hand that propped her on all fours. Both eyes turned right, spotting Killer’s obnoxious voice let loose on the cashier. How repulsive.

Finally, she retook her stance, arching back, nearly taking another fall before jutting a foot back and pressing on. From behind, rope enveloped his neck, forming a loop as she clamped the two sides. Then she’d strike for Killer’s injured knee, ramming her heel into its flank. If successful, she craned a long, flexible leg and stepped onto the counter. Bouncing on foot, she leaped, then again to land on the other side, yanking the rope to throw his face into the counter. With two foes; chaos incarnates in their midst, the workers retreated, lest they feel their wrath. And wrath Killer would soon feel, as a bubbling bitter aroma coaxed her attention. A coffee pot. Positioned beside a stainless-steel fridge. Grabbing the brown plastic handle, steam danced from the pouring gap, winding for all to see and cringe. The idea was obvious. For all those perverted actions he’d done, she’d raise the coffee pot above his bare, muscled back for everyone to bear witness.

“If you putrid people wish to record something. Record this.”

Then, the pot tipped; the coffee spilled.

[KillerV]

King is in so much pain now, compared from getting his head slammed on top of the metal chairs as well repeatedly smash over and over.... getting hit the soft spot the back of his leg is just painful, it indeed made the beast leaning on the counter to support his heavyweight body as he yelling at the cashier wanting to get some ice, he could see them freaking out and scattering away, actually left the area instead of doing what he needs, and that pisses him off even more. "FUCK!"

While he was distracted and just boiling angry for not getting any help, he soon find himself being 'helped' by Karla with her own red velvet rope wrapping around his thick neck to lock him in place, taking a sharp pain on the back of his knee where she hit him with the stanchion just about to scream out in pain but Karla using it the rope to yanking his face down hitting the counter being forced to shut up and resting his head on it, groaning in pain, so much going on and just frustrated the beast.

He tries to lifted his head off the counter but his one knee doesnt support him too well and still have no choice but to keep himself on the counter, growling in anger, he slowly did lifted his head to look where Karla is, other side of the counter where he seeing her looking at something until she went to grab it, its a coffee pot thats steaming and the aroma is fairly strong when she move it closer to him..... shit. He lightly shook his head knowing whats gonna happen next, he start shouting at her not wanting what she want. "DONT YOU FUCKING DARE!"

But his words doesnt seem to registered her, she went for it, pouring the hot coffee right over his bare backs! His adrenaline rush flowing in as he screaming out or roaring out, either way, he just shouting so loud that his back is burning from the coffee, steams coming off his back as he muscles himself up standing even his leg still hurting, only couple feet away from the counter before falling onto the ground, just have to roll on the floors just to have his back rubbing onto it, do whatever he can to easing the pain like literally feel like catching on fire. "GRAHHHHHHHHHHH!"

[Monsy]

Brutish tactics were necessary. There was no honour here, from Killer's inaugurating pedigree to weaponized glass, steel chairs, metal doors, rope, stanchions and now coffee. It wasn’t her first time fighting this way either. No; she thrived here. But if you'd ask if she'd expect to make someone scream through a beverage, she'd laugh. And laugh she did. Whether derived from watching the black substance course through the muscled crevices of his ripped back, the ear-bubbling sizzled splash, the screams and howls of someone she detested or the cringe from the audience; she grinned through it all. And the small pocket of spectators turned their heads, others reared back from the sound, and some even left. And after Killer bumbled away, rolling on the ground like a dog sprawling in mud, she stepped onto the counter, standing before everyone like a messiah.

Her grin soured into a disdainful glare, leaning forward as she pointed towards her collar, swivelling her head to meet the eyes of everyone through dangling red strands. “Anyone who steps before me, know this! This is what happens when you think you can defeat a Reinhardt! You’ll be agonizing all the damn same!”

The written expressions of those beneath her bore witness to that callous rhetoric, dispelling any doubts her vocal cords had strained. After her brief tirade, she smiled again, a wicked lopsided smirk as she hopped down. Were they entertained? Maybe frightened? Sickened? Or a cocktail of everything? It didn’t matter; she'd finish her point. “But fret not, I’ll enjoy punishing those who dare try."

Finally, her eyes focused on Killer King, "Now… Big man. You had enough, right? Come on. Just lie there and be grateful I even put my foot on you!” One leg lifted, the black heel seeking to plant itself on the centre of King’s chest, hoping to pin his pitiful squirms as the referee joined the pair.

If successful, the count would start.

[KillerV]

His head throbbing, his leg hurting, his throat isnt too bad actually even being wrapped by the velvet rope, but the worst has yet to come when Karla pouring the hot coffee onto his back that made the big bad beast screaming out so much and rolling onto the floors, people taking pictures and recording of the known dangerous man in a beast mask just suffering so much pain, almost that he finally ran into someone who could pick him apart without fears, without worries, Karla Reinhardt seem to got it covered.

When King finally stopped rolling around in pain as the boiling coffee subdue burning him that he can finally laying there on his front, groaning before he slowly turning over facing up, his back still hurt but he rather not facing down where it would of blocked most of his view, need to see where the bitch is so he doesnt get caught by surprise, the beast just panting hard underneath his mask and yet the match isnt over at all, still continues and the battle still within the food court. Then he could hear the foot steps echoing closer and closer to him, hearing Karla running her mouth taunting the beast and went to step down on his chest like a footstool, pinning him down in a cocky way and the referee nearby comes down to start the counts.

"ONE!......... TWO!..........." "HURGH!"

King just bring his hands up at her heel to pushes it off so he can sit up, panting and groaning, really angry but doesnt really short it without his body language, just show that he is exhausted but starting to fueled back up with rage, rage that Karla ignited the beast inner strength, he is eager and still want to defeat her again, that is what King determine to do and wanted to humiliate her too!

His body showing that he is breathing heavily for awhile before King turn his head at Karla that she should be close to him after she put her heel on his chest. King tries to reach out at the belt shes wearing to grab onto to yank her closer enough so he could ball up his other hand, tighten his fist and fires right at her stomach, wanted to give her couple of hard pounding punches! "GRRRRR! GRRRRRR!!" In hoped that he could get the red head double over for him so his beastly mask is up close to her fucking face. "Nghhhhh, I never.... have.... enough!" He shout at Karla, then his fist that punched at the stomach, reeling back and swing his muscular arm to go up right between those shapely legs to slam his hard sweaty bicep to smack her to the crotch! His favorite move.. the low blow! "HURGH!"

[Monsy]

A small team of three jogged down the depths of the hall. Eager to catch the action. Quickly, they surrounded the room, witnessing Karla’s arrogant declarations. Her eyes glanced left, meeting the lens. They couldn’t come at any better time. Because then, Karla hopped down and planted her black heel onto his chiselled chest. A sign of conquering and humiliation for the slain beast. The referee counted one, two… But he kicked out, dislodging Karla’s foot as his shoulder raised. The defiance made her upper-lip and corresponding brow twitch. She let loose a nigh-animalistic snarl before speaking.

“You fucking parasite, learn your place already and just submit! Or else I’ll burn you again. Beat your muscles to mush with steel and show everyone that damn disgusting mug beneath your disgusting mask.” A glare didn’t do her expression justice. It was murderous, full of flame and overflowing rage. She lifted the same foot, aimed to thrust it towards his head. Unexpectantly, her belt became snagged and yanked. Her foot stepped over his lap, creating a gap. A hand saddled his shoulder for balance right before he punched her firm stomach multiple times like pistons. Groans slipped, her body lurched. Cringe-filled expressions filled the arena as she shot out spit across the floor, the hollow thud of fists pounding meat cemented in everyone’s ears. 

Then a low-blow. Nausea didn’t describe it. Her eyes gaped, bloodshot. And to top it off, she ushered a quiet pig-like squeal, whimpering as her thighs clamped on the limp. By now, she was leaning over Killer King’s shoulder; her face dipped towards the floor, eyes and mouth screwed shut. Hair draped like curtains, concealing the redhead’s suffering, but through the shakes of her legs, the quiet from the redhead’s foul mouth, it made it all too bleak. Should he not intervene, Karla would tip, falling onto her side and curling into a ball. Her hands would reach and claw, dragging herself towards another stanchion to help her stand. 

[KillerV]

When King breaks her cocky pinfall over him that would give him a small relief but he could hear her shouting at him with threats that he could shrug it off, her mouth is running however she likes and the big bad beast wanted her to shut the hell up! So he did just that, sitting up to pound her stomach with two hard punches follow by his favorite move, the low blow, smack her crotch covered by her very tight bodysuit before watching her going down like a red tree and flopped onto the floor, curling in pain, that'll teach the bitch.

He already both like and hated her, for one shes hot but other hand she is ruthless to the beast where she could actually scarring the monster without a care in the world, if only shes his bitch he can enjoy her however he want and own the 'Reinhardt' being defeated by Killer King.

Eventually he starting to get back up on his feet but his back is still hurting, his one leg in pain, and his head alittle bit, still recovering but knowing that he couldnt let the red head bitch to take advantage of him too much, need to press on and fuck her up!

When he finally stood up and seeing her crawling to the weapon again, he low growls at Karla and reaching down for the back of those long red hair. "Dont you fucking dare!" Tries to pull on it like a leash so he can drag her with him heading toward to the entrance outside, seeing a double doors where it leads the sidewalk, the cars, buses, limousines, trees, trash cans, other craps. He was about to go through the doors but then he see beside it, a large window that he could see through it with shrubs lining up against it outside. "Hmmmmm yes!" He turn that direction to stand in front of it... grabbing her belt in his other hand and reeling back to yank Karla to chuck her right at the window to send her outside, the hard way! "Out.... you..... GO!"

[Monsy]

One hand reached the stanchion’s cone base, pressing down, her upper-half propping up. Fighting back was impossible until she stood. And her legs, stomach, still licking their wounds, clenched. An unlikely assistant came in her opponent, who stood behind her. A predator ready to strike. He yanked her hair; the very stands crying out against her scalp; the strength so insurmountable the lightweight popped onto her feet. Hunched over and hands reaching, grabbing his wrist, she followed, lest she drags by her knees. The spaced lamps of the parking lot created a dim glow, six rows of shadow vehicles. Her limousine was here too, parked in the far back, alongside a second sidewalk. Perhaps going outside wasn’t too bad. But once a hand clutched her belt, her expression flushed a ghostly complexion as her body hurled into the solid pane. The glass song its tune; Karla rolled; her neck, collar and shoulder were thrown into fire-like pain. Her shoulder tucked, her waist flung overhead, barrelling into the shrubs. Suspended by branches, tangled with her, read her. Disorientation soon closed the redhead’s eyes, her limbs splayed across the curb whilst blood dripped towards her eye—a cut, carved across her cheek, paired with a few nicks on her jawline and neck.

Every second, her fingers twitched, but little more. Her eyes fluttered shut. Occasional flinches and audible groans became the only signs of life.

[KillerV]

It wasnt too tough for the monster to tossing her right through the window, shattered right before his eyes as he could see Karla flies right outside and onto the shrubs, he didnt fully see her whole body hanging on it just her limbs and bit of red hair, he can climb over the broken window and take a look but rather not get himself cut since mostly bare skin unlike her body, covered in suit protecting her he thinks, so the beast instead he heads to the doors leaning out, safely.

He stopped for a moment to take a breather, fresh air, the parking lot nearly full, then there this freaking fancy looking limo that he doesnt know who it belongs to but that isnt too important to him right now, what he notices is Karla laying in the shrubs and he could pick her out and yank her to the concrete floors, but he notices one big thing.... a jeep that have like 3 large surfboards, some reason its here.... but it does give him an idea to make good use of it! "Heh yes!" He slowly heading towards it and goes to pick it off the rack of the jeep, one by one removing it and suspending the surfboards onto the jeep hood and reach across the other car front of it resting on the trunk, so now all three pile on top of each other like setting up the table...... excellent.

King knows that his body is worn and sore all over from the brutal fights he had, but at the least he felt a little bit recovered so far that he can mustered himself to keep going and determine to defeat Karla again, proving the red head bitch that the beast is far superior than her 'Reinhardt'. After he finished the surfboards setup, turning his attention back to Karla where he swipe her hair to brushes off whatever debris on her before grabbing on her head, pulling her off the shrubs taking her with him. "Huff.... huff.... bet you wanted to end this right? Finish you off?!"

He turn her head so she can take a nice long look at the setup he did, giving her the hint before turning back facing the beast and yank her head down to bring his one arm to swing right over the back of her head, club the bitch! "GRRRR!" He wanted Karla to hunch over so he can grab onto her red head and slide it between his muscular legs, thinking his sore leg should be recovered enough for him to lean over and wrap his muscular arms around the waist, quickly flip her up onto his shoulders to sit on with his face right up to her mount. "Grrrrrrrrrrr!" He is pissed, staring up at her as he takes the woman right at the piled up surfboard and goes to whip her down going to try Powerbomb her right through it! Before he can do what she did to him moments ago, placing his foot onto her chest for his own cocky pinfall. "COUNT!"

[Monsy]

Pain mounted like embers peppering the face. Her collar, neck and right shoulder were tender, pulsating like drums. Left and right, she wondered which way was up. Where was the ground? Her legs twitched, rustling the branches. Curling her fingers, she raised her arm and grabbed at air. But strain made her limb crumple. Deep breath, the match wasn’t over. Or was it? Judging by no large man standing over her, the worry subsided. She wasn’t beaten. Recovering some strength, she threw her leg out of the shrub, her hips in tow. Her forearms smashed into strewn remnants of glass before falling onto her side, whimpering.

Where was she?

The question loomed even heavier now. So, Karla focused on breathing. Laboured and slow. It rattled in her throat. She reached up and lathered her fingertips in blood. The sight made her eyes go wide. It's been a while since something carved her like this. A few years, perhaps. But alas, a singing burn, the warm trickle and the looks on people’s eyes made it clear. Were they pleased? A battle between two cruel competitors. Just who did they hope to win? In such a daze, it was all she pondered. She began crawling on all fours. Two hands pushed on the ground, shook, then steadied. Her knees joined soon after—one hand forward, the other, then one knee, and the other. Rinse and repeat.

Suddenly, Killer King returned and seized her hair. She gasped, the pain wrenching her scalp and unsteady limbs to stand. Knees bent inward, and her arms hung, her face dipped. That disdainful voice scratched her mind, replying to his question with a low growl. Nothing more.

She lumbered in his grasp. Tripping was frequent, saved only by his grip. At last, her eyes found the setup. Three surfboards stacked along a jeep’s ridge and the neighbouring car hood. She chewed her bottom lip and tried throwing herself left. But he’d batter her head’s flank, taming the effort before stuffing her between his legs. Hurled up to his shoulders; stupefied, her body arched forward, locking gazes with Killer King. “In der Holle Brennen.”

She smashed clean through. Her agonizing screams filled the parking lot, the sound of flesh and bone smacking the asphalt a mere prelude. Then there was silence. Unable to muster the strength even to roll over, her throbbing spine arched over the surf-board halves. Arms folded across her chest, pinned down by King’s boot that made her back arch over the split surfboards. Reluctantly, the referee got on his knees and began the count.

“One!”

“Two!”

Through the midst of the count, her knee dialled close towards her chest. Her pointed heel aimed upward and thrust for Killer King’s crotch. Vesting her signature warlike yell into the attack, becoming her last hope of alleviating the pin.

[KillerV]

King continues to get his little revenge on Karla to putting him so much pain for her sick ideas she put him in, now he got his own ideas to set up the surfboards like the table back inside the arena, but he can do this anywhere he want and he wanted her to go right through this. When he finally set it up and goes to get Karla, pulling her up on his shoulders as he held her in place, staring up at the red head woman as he coudl hear the words, whatever she was saying, he thought, **Fuck you bitch!** translate by his angry growls to her, then yank down to see those surfboards just split in halves, shattered into pieces, could hear her sexy body just impacted onto the pavement, surely it hurt like fuck but he felt so damn good, now when he does pin her and claim his win, he will enjoy fucking her up more ways than one.

Now King can take his victory once again over Karla, putting his foot down on her body and the referee takes forever to make the count as he wanted to hurry up and takes the win, need his body to recover and fuck her up even more. By the time the two counts hit, he wasnt paying any attention to Karla until he felt her moving, he looked down and then hearing her screaming out as she went to kick up right at his sensitive crotch! "RAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Getting hit in the crotch is painful, getting hit in the crotch by a small, narrow, and pointy of her heel is even worst, its like as if getting struck by a knife which he been stabbed before, but this one is just far, far worst! "NGHHHHH!" He instantly taking his foot off her to break up the pinfall, he couldnt keep himself standing and just quickly collapsed to the pavement, clutching his crotch and slowly crawling on the sidewalk doesnt know where he is going. Just using the vehicle to support himself at least not fully fall face first on the ground, but tries to recover as he can, the pain on his balls is just so goddamn so much, he wanted to scream again, and he did. "NGHHHH FUCK!"