Career vs Ownership - All Steel Match - Killer King vs Karla "Ray" Reinhardt

[KillerV]

Two months later after the > CONTRACT SIGNING <

Been a long time since that contact signing and while he waited for that match to happen he had various matches to keep him busy by dominating and destroying other hot sexy babes he defeated and enjoying them too while he still can, on top of that outside the ring, King does enjoy bit of alcohol as well these wagyu beef expensive as fuck but the taste is just paradise, the food he love it here quite a bit for such quality as well the boozes, but knowing the time will soon come for him to put his career on the line just to fuck up Karla the bitch that defeated him in a huge match they had. King almost feel like he is bit scared just because he will lose the contract to be in the league and wanted to fuck all the babes he could get his hands on, but at the same time only way he could really enjoy his life is putting the risk on it, the thrill that have his adrenaline rush flowing and excited him he could get his hands on the bitch again, this time, he will WIN, and he will PREVAIL, he WILL OWN KARLA REINHARDT!

The day has come, a special event for both fierce competitors to face off one last time and this match he havent done before, not exactly, this one is far more brutal, violence, just completely for sadist to take advantage of and enjoy torturing their opponents if they wanted to win much later. King is willingly to destroy Karla and humiliate her as much as he want, whats more? Its best two out of three, he wanted to take all three wins even he just need two, but the third 'win' would be just huge beatdown on Karla to prove to her that he is the best heel, and the owner of Karla for him to keep and play with all for himself.

King already getting himself ready in the locker room preparing for the biggest match of his career here, once all done changing he soon heading out heading down the hallway and looking around while walking down, seeing many staffs watching him like they wanted to see him loses the match after he threaten them so many times, the masked beast then making his appearance on the stage without any music, just his aura presence that made the whole crowd booing at him heavily, some cheering that wanted him to win, either way, he flexes his arms up and roars out loud! His intro for the crowd, Killer King is here! "RAWR!"

Announcer- "Tonight, best two out of three via pinfall/submission, NO DQ. First, making his way to the ring, from Mexico at 6'5" 275lbs, he is the DIRTY BEAST, BIG BAD BEAST, KILLLLLLLER KIIIIIING!"

KILLER KING

King adding a bit of new looks for this special match, more flashy and badass at the same time, having the metal gauntlets, boots, belts, black tights, jacket with furs, red cape around his waist, more metal just like the match he is going to be in. He could see while heading down the ramp that the cage is already around the ring closely to the ropes that no one can go underneath the ropes or even the outside, inside he could see the ladders, the steel chairs, the elastic ropes replaced with metal chains, the traditional wrestling mats is replaced with sheets of metal, everything nearly covered with metals all around. Just before he would walk up the steel steps, King removing his jacket that have armor shoulder pads, removing it as well the metal belt that have normal belt underneath staying on, he also removing the metal gauntlets just to have his normal armguards on, his metal boots he also taking it off and its normal boots on, all those metals just for show, he wanted to feel all the pain that Karla planning to do to him so he can in return 10 folds on her ass!

Then finally King could see the female referee opening the cage door so he can step inside, an rabid beast moving to the center of the ring, looking around, knowing its so dangerous to have all of this to be used on him but he can also use it on Karla, either way, this match will be the toughest of them all, he turns around looking out at the stage, he gesture someone to bring him the mic so he can have a small talk with her, calling out Karla. He felt his hand have a mic on, checking the sound while the crowd booing at him as he raise it up to his snout, about to talk. "Karla! It is time, time to kick your ass! Own that ass! Take everything from you and become MINE! Hurry up and get out here so I can DESTROY YOU ONCE AND FOR ALL!" He then tossing the mic at the metal cage door, just eager for her to face him, right now! "Grrrrrrr!"

[Monsy]

As Killer King’s vocal summoning found its conclusion, shadows ate the entire L.A.W arena. Two spotlights surged back and forth up the ramp as Karla’s entrance music began its ominous thump. Then, as the lights coned upon her person, the song exploded. She stood narrow, shapely legs welded as one, arms folded behind her back and a self-satisfied grin sitting below her velvet shades. Ah, it’s come time. Two long months where Karla spent every day preparing. Matches were mere practise for this moment; her home gym seeing action day in and out. After all, they were staking their livelihoods.

She remembered the nagging phone calls; Mom, Dad, her sister Maria, all voicing their pitiful concerns. The risks. Did they think she was stupid? This was her chance! Everything she wanted! A fight, do or die! Her life’s passion materialized. Oh, how the thoughts overloaded her brain, exploding into this arousing ecstasy.

Now, here she stood. Ready, radiating elegance through her tipped-up chin.

“And now, his opponent... From Hamburg, Germany, weighing one-hundred and nineteen pounds, standing at 5’2’’ the indomitable K.R.R... Karla “Ray” Reinhardt!!!"

She strode down the rampway; the music overpowering all voices. Divided loyalties stacked the crowd, some yearning for Karla’s fall from grace, that ego that flexed its muscle like she was ten times the size of any opponent. And King, whose lecherous and relentless infamy garnered him hatred and fear amongst audience members and wrestlers alike. Alas, they both served as each other’s rightful executioners. And if both their matches were anything to recall, the result was anyone’s guess.

When she reached the steel cage, she paused at the doorway. Her eyes donned on Killer King as she began stripping away her white coat and stowing her shades. A lopsided smirk shot forth, then directed towards the referee, blinked in response. “Lock. Key. Now.”

One hand outstretched, palm pointed upwards. The referee didn’t move. Instead, she pushed a hand against their chest, bullying them against the cage. “I said, now.”

They relented, filling Karla’s palm with the heavy lock and a minor key. Together, they entered the cage after Karla fancied the chains sitting by the door. Closing it behind them, she made quick work of fastening the door, looping it three times before a lock sealed the trio inside. Now, they’ll be one violent family, all snug and cozy inside the steel. But there was just one missing element. The real reason she took charge of their shackles.

She geared back her arm, then whipped the key, weaving between the hoops and into the audience. Now, neither Killer, Karla or the referee could muster an escape. Excitement tripled tenfold as her eyes scanned across all the tools that lay before them: chairs, ladders, chains and metal sheets. She licked her lips while scaling the ring steps, her music fizzling away as she put one foot on the middle rope and turned towards the crowd.

One hand pressed upon her cherry-lipstick, blowing a memorable kiss before entering the ring itself. Here, she pounded the steel plates with both heels to hear them sing. Laughter beamed from her throat, and her expression was one of raw elation. She paced forward with both arms outstretched to the sides, putting one foot directly before the other. The referee, trying to maintain order, stepped between both wrestlers. Although everyone knew this peace was not to stand as Karla leaned forward.

“I Am right here. Hundchen.”

[KillerV]

King watching the stage through the metal cage that kind of blocking his view but he knows, clearly to see her damn face of confident, cockiness, smirking at the beast that just boils his blood that wanted to smack her face right off, just to show how pissed he is for waiting so damn long that he wanted to destroy Karla so badly. But soon, at the least, she WILL show up tonight and facing him in this literal hell in a cell match, no one escape and no one can enter, just her, him, and the referee which should be out of his way for sure while he could wreck Karla all he want.

Then finally, her music playing and he watches intensely at the stage that he could see her showing up in her usual attires, the outfit he loves to put his hands on since she looks good in every ways he could possible put Karla in. He could see just trying to look good and announced her introduction like they did for him, the fine red head heading down the ramp and she just looks even better up close but also wanted to beat the shit out of Karla so much that he would win multiple times in a row inside the cage and no one can really stop him from doing some beatdown on her, not even the scrawny referee, growing more and more impatient that she just taking her sweet time to get inside to face the monster.

Now, he glares down at her with a slightly low growls, just trying to endure and holding himself back while the referee seem to try keeping the two competitors off each other, her words he didnt understand, surely its Germany or what shit. So he responded to her back. "Thats good chica, waiting for you for a looong, asssss, time! I hope your body is ready to be own by me!" Promising her that he would win this match, he got all the details he needed and knows what he wanted to use it on her, the metal mat is perfect for majority of his favorite moves, especially involve her head kissing the metals.

King cannot hold his rage, his urge, his motivation to destroy Karla Reinhardt in front of everyone right now, she wouldnt expected for him to launch his attack or so he hoped for, but either way, he is breathing bit more heavy, just huffing and puffing out hot hair of anger just waiting to come out.... and so, the man-beast unleashed! Tries to put his hand at the referee shoving her out of the way and goes straight to Karla where he tries to pounce at her by going low reaching for those shapely legs wrapped in tight body suit or some sort, hoping he could lift her up and tossing the redhead bitch in the air! "GRRRRR!" he hoped that the beast can get right under her as she freefall going to land on his shoulders so his hands reaching up to catches her head and legs, falling backward in a quick motion to slamming Karla body with him on top in a big Samoa Drop on those sheet of metals! "HURGH!"

[Monsy]

A menagerie of steel lay before them.
Steel-plated mats, turnbuckles, chains for ropes.
Furthermore, chairs and ladders. All encased within a steel apparatus.

What was the match called? An All-Metal Match? Yes, quite fitting for a sadist’s playground. She bit her finger, thinking about it, surveying the lots of items. The carnage that waged inside her mind filled her grin with genuine glee, her heart rate steadily reaching its crescendo. All while she taunted Killer King, announcing her presence and watching him fume as a result. Hoh’ - she dreamt of his expression underneath. Would it fill with rage? Was there worry? She wanted to know—all of it. And for someone who commits such acts against other competitors, how could anyone else not want to see the face underneath the villainy?

Upon his remark, Karla turned her cheek, “HMPH!” And gave him her backside. Own her? Psh, she needed to turn away, simply to laugh. Not from the overflowing confidence, but anticipation. Maybe she’ll bleed him again. Another cocky pin, perhaps? Two? The thoughts were running wild. And as she turned away, she prepared herself by fixing her hair, running a hand down the long, draping velvet mane. There was this reserved hum she did, balancing out his incessant growls with a tune, stoking the building fire that was Killer King’s rage. She smiled too, knowing that was the result.

However, she had her limits. Killer King didn’t stomp to his corner. He could still hear his fumes tickling her ears, his sweaty scent itching her nose in tandem. Ugh, did he really have something else to say? Curiosity swayed her stance to turn, facing the oncoming train. Her eyes bulged, that grin soured into a look of horror. Within moments, his hands found her legs—firm, yet supple. As a lightweight, sending her aerial was like blowing a feather. Her limbs flailed, teeth gnashed as wind splashed against her back, her heart sinking into her stomach as a pale complexion swallowed her visage.

Then, the twin impact. First, upon his shoulders. Her burst and hips spiked the arching muscles of his collar, her head dipping over his shoulder whilst her neck sat as easy prey for his arm. Breathless, addled by sharp pain, but it didn’t compare to the next. The audience heard the smack and cringed, the metal sheets amplifying the impact. Pain exploded in her ribs, spine and back muscles, her upper-chest and legs careening skyward as saliva left her mouth with an anguishing scream before falling spread-eagle under his weight. Her cheek touched the cold steel, pillowed by hair that spilled across the sheets whilst she struggled to gain a single good breath for recovery.

[KillerV]

King begin his attempt to beatdown on Karla as he able to get her flying in the air and catches her on his shoulders to sending down slamming her back on the cold hard steel mats soften his impact since he landing on top of her, felt pretty good since that fine body is pretty squishy which more likely landed on her ample chest, he would keep himself on top of her for awhile like resting after a good workout, but hardly did much since its just the beginning of the match, so the big bad beast quickly decided to get off her and continues to wreck her ass up, beat the shit out of her and proves that the monstrous beast is far superior than some redhead bitch!

The beast glaring down at her for a brief moment before he would reaching down to her long red hair to get a good grip of it, pulling up the damn woman so he can bring her up facing her aggressor, the fume of his anger blowing right out of his snout and ears, just so pissed at her and same time he would be so damn happy to make a fool out of the woman. "What should I do with you next huh? Hundchen? Maybe something to fuck up your face!" He taunted the fine woman, he is curious how would she respond to his questions, or how she would express, either way, he is ready to put her fine body through more beating!

The dirty beast goes to put his hand down between her fine legs rubbing over her crotch before cupping his hand right over her ass cheek to grab onto so that his other arm goes over her shoulder and flip her off the mat, rotating Karla until he can drape her stomach on his right shoulder as he tries to hold her in his right arm as he can, his free hand placing up against her chest to feel how plump underneath her tight body suit before sliding up to her chin to pinch on the chin. King tries to rushes to the steel cage front of him so that she can feel the breeze on her flowing red hair until her face which he hoped would collide right onto it! "GRRRRRRRRR!" but he isnt done yet, when he does slam her face he use the rebound of her off the wall to flip her backward as he dropping down on the steel mats, knowing it wouldnt hurt too much but at the least his backdrop would hurt her poor back even more. "HMPH!"

[Monsy]

Comfort and pain; a cocktail unheard yet so accurate. Akin to nitrogen triiodide, her spine felt primed to explode. Subsequent weight furthered this feeling, where the steel mats felt like singing embers, relieved only by time, allowing her to lay spread-eagle with solace. Her limbs fold against her chest when Killer King rose. Grumbles lulled out as she turned on one side, hacking up coughs like resuscitating from death.
The Dirty Beast’s hand yanked upon her scalp, foisting her wince and slow stance. Knees dug inward like intersecting lines; heels jutted out as her arms slumped, face dipped with a velvet curtain of looming tresses, bar the handful King claimed.

“Tch...”

Though her silence proved staunch, it broke when his hands threaded the valley of her legs, grinding a paw upon her leather-cloaked womanhood. A momentary squeal hitched her brief, hips twitching back, blood-red blemishing on her face until her arm swung over his name and her vision keeled. “Gekkk..” Her breath oozed out a precarious noise; arms and legs slumped over-shoulder like a burlap sack. The grab at her breast filled her with more repulsion, though the protest was meek as she made not even a swipe. It made her whine, drowned by the humble groan once he careened her chin towards the steel’s pattern face. Already, her features shrunk, hissing out as the wind whipped her backside and the thunderous sound of stomps rallied throughout the ring, met with the crescendo of Karla Ray Reinhardt’s face smashing against steel.

“GAH!” Pain stung her features, centred around her nose, forehead and jaw. A short headache packed into a punch, sending her vision into a swirl before the mats sung to her spine’s tune once more. She arched her spine until only her shoulders and feet touched, bridging as her arms delved into white-knuckled fists and pain relished from her mouth with a quick scream. Then, she bit her lip, whimpering against the valve as she stomped on the mat, one foot, then the other.

[KillerV]

King aggressively beating the shit out of Karla from the start of the match, which suppose to be and always have to be, the monster Killer King is meant to dominating from start to finish, no one can stop him from defeating her and owning Karla! His determination is so strong that he would do whatever he can to make Karla weak and pathetic as much as he could, so the big bad beast get a hold of the sexy woman to taking her up on his shoulder to rushes right towards to the metal cage wall and slamming her face first into it before dropping her behind him landing on the sheet of metal, slam the back on top, he can hear the metal making those unique sounds and even more when he turned around to see Karla laying there hurting in pain, thats what she gets.

"Grrrr how about another slam huh?!" He howled right at her while getting up on his feet looking down at the red head, he reaches down that lovely hair yanking it up without a care of her scalp at all, the beast wanted to see how good she looks up close with the hair being grabbed and hanging in front of him, just wanted to snarl his hot breath into her stupid face before he would kick his foot out right at Karla not at the stomach, but rather go lower.... right between those shapely legs to punt her crotch! "GRRRRRRRR!" King wanted to set her up to double over for him so that he can get the woman position for his follow move.

Once he was able to connect his kick he quickly yank her hair to slide the head under his muscular left arm, pulling her arm around his neck setup suplex position, making his arm tighten around the neck to let her feel how strong King is after his long break, working out and strengthen himself for this match, he soon put his hand on her belt using it to yank her straight up in the air, holding Karla up as long as he could displaying his man-beast power to let the blood flowing down to her tiny skull, even showing off by doing couple of squats until its time to take her down. King quickly whipping her body down aiming to slam the back right on the metal mat with him dropping on top of her, quickly hook her one leg with his own while pulling the other leg in his arm, pinning her down for the quick pinfall from his Jackhammer! "HURGH!" See if she would kick out and he expected her to get out of it knowing how tough and durable the bitch is, gonna try to get Karla to use her energy to get out. "Want to lose this quickly already jobber?!" taunting her.

[Monsy]

Pain knitted itself a fine place within the Reinhardt’s fight-craving heart.

Though she arched, loathing the physical discomfort and working to ease the sensations, she didn’t seem undone by it. Instead, her reaction simmered into a heavy breath, stomping the singing canvas with her heels until the clang outweighed the agony by sheer annoyance. Soon, her muscles stopped swelling, rendering them numb as King’s hand preyed upon her scalp once more. Eyelids clenched like velvet lips, wound tight until wrinkles blemished. She didn’t fuss nor hiss until the animal besieged her crotch with his foot. The air left her lungs like a cannon. A quick scream bellowed. She painted the ground with spit; her body surrendered and lurched until her face lie locked under his boisterous muscle. Her arms gripped handfuls to save her neck and found more iron-clad skin spill out. Too small.

Fresh from his kick, nausea plagued up her entire body, reaching the upper gates of her throat as her features paled. That willingness to vomit exploded once she dangled upside down. Blood flooded her brain, diluting her vision like a thin layer of water. The crowd’s hollers beckoned her smothered ears, though her eyes had already rolled back. They were not even registered. King’s display wasn’t interrupted, with her legs knit together, half-folded at the knee. Her arms continued pawing his bicep but found no purchase. Then, the slam.

A silent fall bar the song of metal. Her body leaped off the mat, squashed again when Killer King’s weight flattened the redhead. Her eyes shot agape, mouth hung open, failing to render a scream as his body rendered her silent—instead, nothing but a meek cough.

Her knee kissed her abdomen - hooked by the adversary. The other heel twitched, her hands folded above her head, resting within a sea of velvet. Side-to-side, she showed her consciousness. A willingness to fight.

“ONE!”

Now, the Reinhardt pressed both hands against his shoulder, raising her other knee and bringing them together. Alas, she punched the air, yelling out her defiance and twisting for her shoulder to leave the mat. Even if for a second, the official wouldn’t even reach two. If Killer King wanted this woman, he’s in for a wa

[KillerV]

King really enjoying his dominance over the hot Karla even he knows that she hated him for his existence but he doesnt care, he is out to fuck her up! The feeling sensation of his foot connected her crotch and up she goes taking her head under his arm before grabbing Karla to send her up and straight to the mat, making the metal sheets sing as he covers her for the pin but she kicked out not wanting to lose just as he expected.

Now he can continues to do whatever he likes with Karla until he can get his first victory. Pushes himself up on his knees while glaring down at her nice figures just waiting for him to take this woman to more painful rides, but he got something she could be seated in. "Grrrrr had enough? Why dont you call it quit and end your humiliation in public?!"

The big bad beast soon grabbing her long red hair to yank it up to forcefully sitting Karla straight up as he get behind the finest woman in a body suit. He tries to stepping over one of her leg to trap it pinning down to keep her leg closing in as he kneeling down. Snaking his one arm going around in front of her neck and her one arm to tucking it under while grabbing her other arm to hold on in place. King then tightly locking her head and arm to yank her arm hard to forcefully stretching out in his Stretch Plum submission hold! "GRRRRRRR!" The monster Killer King wanted to display her pain, her physique, the beauty, the fine figure in that hot body suit, if she would scream too, all rolled into one awkward and painful hold. "RAWR!"

[Monsy]

Expect no less.
Like the dying star, her limbs exploded, kicked out but still crumpled against her shoulder. Needles of hair cloaked her visage, fixed curls that invaded her mouth, and heated breaths that heaved like her throat were festering with tar. Coughs amounted to this struggle, her legs stacked. Arms folded that hugged her ribs, and eyes that shook the swamp inside her vision.

Meanwhile, she seemed lost, staring at illusionary shadows that mucked her eyes, making her blink and shake. A voice broke her trance, her eyes careening up with Killer prowling like the predator he was. “Choke on your own tongue.”

Her teeth cinched when her hair tugged from the scalp. Disorientation and dizziness made her skull feel like it swelled, the weightless in her neck and the sparks of pain that dazzled her spine from the few drops she’d taken. Malleable muscles, all of them. Killer King sought to prove this theory, splitting one leather-swathed leg from the other, the toned muscle flexed in vain resistance. Her arms came in support, but they too fell short. Her throat bore a new commander, a sweaty limb that choked her breath and hooked an arm, wrenching it back alongside her other that parted in spread-eagle fashion.

Seated, legs split, arms parted, her head facing the lights. Bloodshot eyes gaped, her reddened face lapped for air, her tongue lulling on her bottom lip as her obliques stretched until the muscle ignited with agony. It was as if she’s halved, unable to stop it and unable to quit either. Once more, her teeth grit. Growls seeped in animalistic fashion; the pain soon fell secondary to rage. And desperation. All of it culminated in a jerking motion, where she turned her head, opened her jaws and plunged the pair into his arm’s hardened flesh.