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

[KillerV]

King aggressively putting her in every moves he can think of during their first round that he wanted to really weaken her hard enough and humiliate long enough that he can take the sweet victory then another win right after, maybe one more just for kicks, but knowing how tough this bitch is he'll have to really fuck her up. The powerful man-beast quickly locking her up with her limbs all tangled up like a trapped fish in the net, then pulling both of her arms and keeping her one leg locked by his foot, stretching her out painfully and hard as he could, just wanted to hear the woman screaming out in pain, he grunted with each pulls of her sexy body displaying her pathetic position until with his muscular arm pressing up against her face, her lips touches his skin and feel something sharp and warm and wet pinched on his arm, Karla biting down on him! "RAHHHHHHH-OWWWWWWW!"

He shouted out in pain and quickly releasing the hold shaking his arm that he could see the teeth mark due to her damn bite, it was just hurtful and that angers me so much, the monster just snarled at her glaring at Karla just now thinking far more beating that she would ever have and willingly to do what he can. "YOU FUCKING CUNT! GRRRRRRRR! I'LL FUCK YOU UP!!!" Rage, his arm almost bleeding that just barely seeping out of blood from his thick skin, now, Karla gonna regret for doing that.

King just pissed now that he quickly tries to get right at Karla not wanting to let her recover much time at all, he reaching down her long dark red hair to forcefully yanking up trying to bring her up on the feet standing so he can keep her head down hunching her over so he can bring his knees up, one at a time, sending waves of strikes to her plump chest. "GRR! GRRR! GRRRR!" Like some stupid Muay Thai fighters but he isnt done just yet he kept hold of her hair as he hop up to drop down to kneel, yanking to whip her face on his knee for his Facebreaker Knee Smash! "GRRRRR!"

[Monsy]

The taste of sweat and skin exploded on her tongue, leaving a pasty sense like goop. Nothing is kept back, and no line is left uncrossed. Such was Karla Reinhardt’s resolve - gnawing on the skin with this animalistic growl until his jerks wrenched her neck, forcing a release. Her breath deflated. Her arms coiled close as did her legs, tumbling over and laying upon a steel bed. Eyes agape, yet winced, where one shut and held. Everything felt torn.

A ringing sense swirled her ears, and a tingle down her nape said she should roll. To get away. She managed one tilt onto her stomach before a burly hand clawed into her hair, making her hiss and scrunch, choking through her teeth until drool spilled onto her bottom lip. Then a heavy knee bombarded her stomach, making her feet leaving the ground, her head whiplashing up then down, the next breath she expelled shot like a cannon, then stopped.

“KEH-!” Her breasts swelled with pain, spreading into her back, stopping her breath and reducing her legs to jelly with her knees pressed together. Saliva fell onto the canvas as she inhaled, then hacked like she took in a knife. A sense of nausea enveloped her; a feeble state left unchanged as his descent battered her features, and Karla released a pained cry. Her body bounced off, then flipped onto its side. And finally, she fell into the pool of red hair upon her back, staring upon the glaring lights that flashed in millions of sources, an overwhelming sense that left her eyes looking dazed and confused. Eyeliner and lipstick smudged at the corners where she again inhaled her first normal breath, accompanied by her limbs sprawling out and taking a humbled rest.

[KillerV]

King wanted to save his career just to beat the shit out of Karla as much as he could so when he does win the first round he can easily destroyed her in the next round, or even better all three rounds just to toying and enjoying the hot babe, but he wanted to be real vicious as he got her in is hold slamming the knees over and over to her chest before her pretty hot face and loves seeing Karla sending down on the mat suffering like a bitch she is, he slightly panting but at the least it leveled her down for a moment, giving him some time to figure out what he can do to make Karla feeling worst than she already is now. "Thats what you get for fuckin bit me!"

He moving over to stand above her head where he hunches down to grab her pretty head pulling up to make her forcing to look up right at his face, low growling at Karla trying to intimidating her, surely it wont work but at the least she would know that he is just utterly pissed. "Maybe I should take care of your jaw, keep it shut huh?!" He asked before goes to pulling her head down tucking between his muscular thighs with his bulges resting behind her neck, nice and comfy, looking over seeing that curvy ass front of him that he would love to give it some punishments with some hard atomic drops, but for now, he wanted to teach her some valuable lesson for not biting him!

The big bad beast then leaning over to wrap his strong arms around her waist locking tightly that he is ready for a lift but not vertically upside down that he did many times, but instead he would flip her up to slide her backward across his backside as he bring his hands up under Karla chin, pulling it towards over his shoulder to arching the neck, hanging by his powerful grips as he jerking it down, bouncing up and down, punishing her as he tries to stretching out into his submission hold- The Hangman! "HOW DOES IT FEEL NOW?!"

[Monsy]

Splayed across a sleek, cold bed, shuffles bring fresh spikes that prodded her back. Each earned a flinch.

A heel raised, then slammed the indomitable canvas. Again and once more, she struck whilst her hands cupped over her hazed expression, fixed upon the overhead lights. And though a voice rung within her ears, she mustered little, the aches within her chest seemed to suffocate her will to speak. But not to growl. That fire still roared. Even when her body clambered to its knees upon King’s grab, she bid her defiance in barrels.

“This…. Will have consequences.”

But when an animal twice her size secured its clutch, the sway is impossible to defy. That she learned when stuffed her face was sandwiched by her own hair and thigh muscle. Her high-heels clambered into a wobbled posture, knees dug inward whilst something warm pricked at her nape. These longing moments left her eyes agape, a loose-hanging mouth that glistened with runny lipstick and drool. Her leather-cloaked arms pawed his legs, then dangled like lifeless vines.

Then her world overturned. Her legs flipped overhead and draped down Killer King’s back, just as he issued the first crank. Pain unleashed its disease with decrepit fingers into her neck, shoulder-blades, and chin.

A hand found his own and pried, just as her breathing became synonymous with whimpers and whines. Every jump multiplied the agony and stole her breath. She quivered from it. Her legs punched the air - her elbow rose and started hammering his side, his back, whatever canvas she could bludgeon.

“PUT. ME… D-DOWN! YOU … NGH…”

[KillerV]

King starting to get sweaty mostly because he is wrestling one of the hottest babe in the wrestling league, not only that, her damn leathery bodysuit just rubbing over and over his bare muscular body just raising the heat after the sweats being wiped off onto her body, doesnt help his rage boiling even more when she bit his arm, pisses him off even more, so now that he get that damn woman in position where he draping her behind his back, hanging her head on his shoulder stretching out the neck as he got her hanging on for her life, can feel her prying on his powerful grip and by her desperation he felt her shaking around as he pulling down on her chin more and more, her elbows hitting his sides mostly, grunting each times which made him pulling down on her some more. "GRRRRR! You want to get down you say? I'll put you down alright!"

The big bad beast yanking her down more and more each time just to punished the bitch Karla, slowly backing up to the nearest turnbuckle until he could feel a bump before taking a step forward, pulling on her chin so he can show her the big open space in the middle of the ring, wrenching on her neck just to let Karla know the struggle is useless and he is ready to give her one hell of a bump. "You ready for this?!" he called out to her even though her head is really close to his.

Pulling on her chin until her back is mostly on his shoulder and her head resting on his chest as his other hand moving up to hold her body in place as the monster is ready to put her in a move of his choice! "Here we GO!" He start stepping forward to take just a few steps before taking a huge leap in the air, pulling her chin down as he guiding Karla sliding between his legs until he comes down to the mat and sitting out, yanking fully on her so he can send from his shoulder and spiking her head right on the metal mat into his attempted Running Piledriver ! "HURGH!"

When King does make a big impact on Karla, he wanted to pushes her to the side to roll off and out between his legs so he can get her facing up on the mat giving him a bit of time to pushes himself up on his knees and crawls by her shapely legs so that he could grab onto her ankles to lift it up and fold it over her as he get on his feet. Hunches over Karla while placing his hands back of the knees and pushes to fold over her, pinning down attempting to take the victory right away for the first round.

"ONE!................TWO!..................." The referee is pretty damn slow counting down, he hoped just one more count he can take his one big step towards victory. "HURRY UP AND HIT THREE!" He roars out loud!

[Monsy]

She bit the beast’s ire and paid for it.

Hung over a shoulder, her chin as the noose, her neck the victim. Focused pain spearheaded into her neck, throat and spine, a festering numbness that bled her body’s struggles into pitiful movements. Eyelids welded shut, teeth cinched and battled, and lips that twitched in her attempts to draw proper breath and speak the demands so easily ignored.

Her upper-back soon found his muscular shoulder, elbows which now pounded his arms as a groan slipped. With every step so loud, she knew they neared the turnbuckle and kicked out her legs to hook one with her heel. But when he stepped forward, Killer snubbed that hope and wrenched her further until her spine curled over his collar, and velvet hair draped down his chest, the likes of her eyes finding the mat’s silver surface. She went pale, dryness pinching her throat as her kicks became violent thrashes, sea waves such as her feet now thrashed against the hull that was Killer’s back, a hammer against the flesh as the two advanced in unison.

“Don’t y-...nnnghhh.. D-dare!”

Never had she feared a jump. A couple seconds before all turned red, where she heard the sound of her skull sing off the metal. The weight piled onto her neck, her legs gone stiff through the air and the forward momentum sent her into a roll. She whipped onto her knees before him, her eyes dull, empty. Arms draped against her sides, fingers that could just knick the canvas and hair that cast needles over her cheek, a strand even curled inside her gaping maw. Momentum dictated one more fall onto her back, her arms spread both directions and her twitching legs were knit together; perfect prey for Killer’s King hands to scoop up and fold the Reinhardt until half her back left the mat, hips sent skyward, ankles pressed to either side of her skull.

“Gehhh…” A cheek found its way against the cold surface, pinned by her ankles as the referee made the descent into a formal count. One… The world seemed so warm and fuzzy like being cocooned, surpassed only by a desire to rest… But she couldn’t… She couldn’t… She couldn’t… rest. Whatever ounce of strength she rallied at this moment, whatever pride left untainted, dignity unquashed, she needed to fight. It didn’t matter if injury came. Nothing mattered if that had sung three.

Two… The world became clear, a vision like that of rippling water. It came so fast, yet the moments now felt so long. An attempt must be made now. And so, when King laid his grievance before the referee’s count, the Reinhardt’s feet tried to punch the sky and twisted her whips to roll back onto her stomach. Hands quickly took towards her wrenched, spiked and now twisted neck, which flooded her senses with pulsating pain. Her feet kicked, and her eyes scrunched as whimpers cusped every breath. If she ever felt like crying within her life, now would be tempting.

[KillerV]

King felt a bit excited feeling her leathery body over his shoulder instead of just grabbing her chin not able to touches Karla all he want, but the much greater fun is where he wanted to put her down where its hardly being used at all, the whole body goes right on those metal sheets that he could make the damn red head suffer so much. When he shifted her body as he comes right down to the center of the ring and could hear her head collided the metal mat and it would sounded so damn painful, perfect. The masked beast felt pretty good that she landed like that and laying right over so that King can enjoy the view of her body spread out, making it perfect position that he could grab her legs and folding over, almost a lewd position but he love it and pinning down as he awaiting for the referee to finish counting, but the referee didnt count fast enough for him to take the win as Karla just able to kick out even after the nasty running piledriver that bumped her hard, damn woman. "Grrrrrr, shit, you want more beat down or what?!"

The big bad beast slowly pushes himself up to looking down over her, the way she look is sexy yet pathetic, he is willingly to crushes her some more but do wonder how much she can endure against the beast like this, for the first round at the least. There so much he could do to her right now while he rubbing his arm that she bit him awhile ago, doesnt forget it at all, the beast tilted his head side by side, popping sound coming out before cracking his knuckles, lightly chuckling at the red head woman. ""Do you need more beating or what?"

He would hunches over her body where he stand seeing Karla between his legs as he reaches down to grab the long dark red hair to slowly pulling it up with just one hand, giving it a yank at first but he would pull until he can step away, dragging her with him as he uses the hair like a red leash wanted to make her crawling around with him just to have her humiliated, looking behind him and give her couple of yanks just for kicks. "Heh.... always wanted a stupid pet! Need to be obedient and not disobey their master! Good practice to learn to be mine pet!"

By the time when he finished pulling her around in the ring in circle, he stop and turning his attention to Karla, pulling on her hair until he can fully get her to stand on her knees in front of the monstrous masked beast, glaring down at her as he is ready to really wreck her. Wanted to see how sad and weary she looks before he let go of her hair and raising both of his mighty fists. "How about I fix your pretty hot cheeks huh?" He reeling his right arm back and swing a hard hook across her face! Paused for a moment just to wait her face to turn back as he can swing his left hard hook across the other cheek! King would start swinging right and left, right and left, just using her as his personal punching bag, this should teaches Karla the pathetic Reinhardt. "Hurgh! Hurgh! Hurgh! Hurgh! HURGH! HURGH!"

[Monsy]

So bedevilled was her neck, the pain accelerated beyond a dream. A crown shattered, spiked to the touch and riddled with tingles that she could only ly and kick the canvas with her feet. Shutters addled her throat, a doggish pant littered the air and the cold steel became her home. She managed to roll onto her left hip, still hugging her nape. Her features scrunched and crinkled, her bottom lip gagged by teeth that kept the whimpers locked inside, and the tears sealed behind eyelids.

Nothing stopped Killer King from wrenching her hair like a leash. Her limbs scrambled underneath, arms wobbled and caved, her thighs pressed together before spreading and collapsing against the canvas. Only her head remained suspended, her features dipped low as the speed which he moved outpaced her crawl, let alone the yanks that garnered a groan, the pain within her head still too fresh, which felt like being poked by scorching metal. That, coupled with the thought of thousands watching her lumber around the ring like a newborn lamb sowed the seeds for nausea, but alas, no protest came when she couldn’t even differentiate the bottom, middle or top rope.
So she was positioned without falter. Her shoulders slumped, jaw hanged as her chin tipped skyward. Her eyes rolled back and gazed upon the stone-web ceiling, just as her hands lay belly-up upon her lap. Then the world turned red.

The first fist smashed her world into fragments, littered with pigments of black, red and clarity; her head swung right. Saliva flung across the canvas, and her eye closed as she squealed. Only by instinct did her hand support her balance, rested upon a metal pole. One of many of the likes, chairs, ladders, poles and free chains that surely bobbed when her crown took that debilitating bump.

She gripped it with a fervour that sooner sees her knuckles pop before it released, but then she was besieged by the second fist. Again, her head flew, spat upon the canvas, the scream became more audible as her whole body shivered from the impact and pain. Again and again, she was overwhelmed. Each smack opened her legs until her hips pressed against the cold mat, so her body can careen and twist before resetting. The screams grew louder, then more pathetic as the saliva flung turned to blood. And those eyes, so wrathful and ignited, merely gaped and grew wetter by the ounce.

The number of shots which she endured was lost to her swimming mind. She could hardly render the fist, nor his arm, or even who struck her. Shouts that poured in ached her ears like static, her body sure to crumble. It was here that she struck back once. Her arm that clutched the pole whipped and aimed for his knee’s outer flank. The momentum thrown would tip her body forward, where she landed hips up and face down with one cheek smeared into the cold canvas, though she did little more than quiver and blink.

[KillerV]

The brutal beating the crapnout of Karla while inside the ring anything he does would make heavy pain towards her or even himself with the metal literally covered the entire area. Either way, he isn't planning to use it right now after he slammed her head on the metal mat from his running piledriver and pinning her down yet Karla kicked out... so he went for some vicious punches to her pretty hot face! "Grrrrrr!"

He would use his rage to slamming her face, each cheeks with his large fists not caring if she would be spitting blood or bruises her rich skin or even fracture bones, she deserves it, all the beating he wanted to bust her in. Swinging each hits just to see the head snapping side by side, enjoyed seeing the hair flowing and face jerking, rhe sound of his knuckles collided to her just feels so damn good, revenge is sweet.

But after a few hits he didnt see her went for the pole and use it to smack at his knee, grunting from the pain before he watches Karla dropping down on the mat, he think she uses whats left of her desperation to at least hurting him, or worst case anger the man beast. "Fuck! You little bitch!"

Rubbing his knee that hurt a little bit but at the least Karla is recovering far more and need more time than he does, eventually the big bad beast gonna make an example out of her as he reaches her red hair as well the pole in his othe hand, pulling her up forcefully to stand, continue to beat the shit out of her.

By the time he got Karla up he uses the pole to place it front of her throat in position, snaking each of her hands under her arms and over the pole, reaching back of her stupid head locking hands together in a Full Nelson, just adding the pole pressing up against the throat but he isnt done just yet.... he would step his leg out in front of Karla legs, reeling her head back and pushes forward going to slamming her beaten face on the metal mat into his Frontal Russian Legsweep to smash her face on. "Hurgh!"

[Monsy]

Muscles and bones kissed with the pulsating purple welt. The inside of her mouth ached, wet with blood. As did her cheek, a hill that burned, blistered red, as each ball of bone, flesh and muscle rattled one half of her face and shook her body into fragments, swayed like an ocean tide. Once the cold-solid clasp of pipe nursed her palm, a mere lick of survival instinct carried it forward and battered a bone. Her eyes, diluted in water and flashing red, black and white. Shoulders slipped forward. Her hands didn’t follow, neither her spineless body as it slapped the canvas. The pipe rolled from her clasp.

Time didn’t lean in her favour; always so significant when she needed it most. Perhaps the seconds were no longer seconds, but minutes, and she could only lie, whimper, and twitch. The tug on her hair forced unhinged knees to wobble and recollect. Her hair picked her up, as even when the cold steel bit into her windpipe, she merely gasped, body sagged and sought to crumble. Only saved by his burly arms hooking both arms and suspending her frame. Still, she was a limp pile of leather and sweat. Her knees kissed and her thighs rubbed as they rallied for a station. Her arms didn’t even clutch a fist. And just as her chin rested over the pipe, she gagged and those vermillion hues fluttered open, then shut once more, and she slumped.

Only when veered back did she see once more. Aimed towards the steel-webbed ceiling, she took her first honest breath as her legs stiffened. Reality soon struck her face as her legs kicked out backwards, her upper half rotating like a windmill, and she planted the steel canvas face-first with a crack. Her head whiplashes and she gripped her face with two hands, specifically her nose.

“GEH! kkuhh.....”

She brought her knees up and stroked the canvas. Her entrapped arms tried to fold and grab her numbed face. Whilst one pawed the canvas, each icy touch felt like an electric shock. All painful. Everything was but a circus of discomfort, numbness, and pure fighting euphoria.