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

[KillerV]

The more angry the big bad beast become the more ruthless ideas to really put his opponent through hell. He didnt want to use the weapon on the babe but because he IS facing the toughest bitch he ever met, she'll go through where he takes the cold steel pole front of her neck, lock in a hold and slamming Karla face first omto the steel mat with the pole ram to her throat at the same time, really fucks her up.

At this point, he pushes himself up to rest on his knees to watch the damage done to the hot red head while taking a bit of breather, thinking of a way to finish her off and claim his victory for the first round, something to utterly destroy her for good. "Huff.... hmmm... hmmm, that could work...." Whiel he was looking around and eventually see that the steel chair havent been use yet, now he got some ideas.

Pushes himself up on his feet as he walking on over towards to the steel chair to pick it up and unfold it, setting it down in front of the turnbuckle, things will be real ruthless to the poor bitch Karla. "There, now we are going to do this!"

Turning back to Karla and reach down grabbing her long dark red hair that looks so damn on her, pulling up roughly without remorse and he would prove it when he takes a good look of Karla nearly bloody face as he give her a hard wakeup call by snap his forehead to headbutt in the face. "You AWAKE?! Hurgh!"

He wanted Karla to be a 'little' bit dazed so he can pull her hair with him until he is walking on over towards to the turnbuckle where the steel chair setting up nearby. He backing up until he felt his back bumping the corner, then slowly climbing up on the second ropes and sitting on top.

Pulling Karla until he can wedge her head down between his muscular legs, then grabbing her belt to yank on to bring her lower half to watch her curvy ass and legs going up close to his face, bringing his arms around her waist to hold her upside down. King slowly climbing to stand on the top ropes, holding Karla upside down as he hugging her tightly, maybe she could see the chair awaiting for her. "Ready to lose butch?!" He hop off the corner to kick his legs out, diving down knowing it would hurt and comes to spike her skull right the seated chair from his top turnbuckle Piledriver! "Hurgh! Gahhh!"

[Monsy]

The pain was paramount through the cold shackles that bound her frame against the steel canvas and the numbness that soothed her limbs. She’d lay flat, fingers scratched and opened, an arm jutted continued to hold her nose that burned like fire upon a feather’s touch. The sight was a forgotten sense, so her touch on reality was subjugated to a mirage of spotted colour.

Mindless instinct drove her hands to cup her face, hold it as she drew a groan. She veered in one direction and landed on her side as her knees dragged up her chest and twitched. Then a leg rose and slammed against the canvas in three light stomps, where she whined and pushed her upper-half up, only for King to yank her scalp until she’s postured upright; limbs folded, feet knit together off to the left and hands upon her thighs. She looked onward and yelped when his skull besieged her own, which caused another crack and made her limp.

There was little strength spared to marshal a stance beyond a rickety tremble of leather-cloaked limbs that surrendered to his pull, her head all but rolled back, mouth agape with red-spritzed teeth, and those eyes lost in another world. Two walls of muscle secured her head, and she saw little beyond the sweat tracing down his thigh. Her hair draped like a curtain; hands pawed against his legs, scratched and then yelped again when her waist went skyward, her legs straightened then half-bent, twitching in little kicks as her heels punched the air.

“You will not do this to me….”

Little did she realize that two layers of steel awaited to kiss her skull. A gale swept underneath; both bodies flew and clapped together on the first layer. The bottom broke, which drove her into the canvas in earnest. Her hips bounced, and both legs stiffened as the weight piled inside her neck. The backplate snapped and whipped into her forehead. Slowly, her legs fluttered down and folded like her neck. Her hands fell above her head, then pinned by her own ankles as her eyes rolled back and a bloodied tongue lulled onto her bottom lip to breathe, accompanied by a stream of pink drool. The crowd roared and cringed; the referee merely stood in place.

She could only whine like a wounded puppy, though her silence was deafening to all ears tired of her voice.

[KillerV]

King love how her hot body getting put in a good use after her smacked her skull with his much thicker skull before he takes her up on the top turnbuckle while complaining at him. He could feel and enjoyed her leathery bodysuit in his sweaty paws all over her before diving down to impact her head onto the steel chair and mat by his piledriver, not only that, his own ass hurting as hell too. "Ughhhh gah thats smart...."

It was worth it to devastated Karla with his powerful move to severely wrecking her as he could, the evil masked beast taking a moment to recover of his ass landing before he could finally coming to to get back up kneeling to rub his behind and seeing Karla laying there with blood spots here and there, chair damaged and metal mats too.

"Ngh......." crawling towards Karla to get a hold of her ankles using it to turn over the redhead facing up and pull her shapely legs in tight bodysuit to folded over above her head as King using his muscular large body to pin her legs down, hands on the mat and his crotch against her ass, he could fuck her if he wanted but his main focus is to win and claim this wonan. "Count!"

Referee begin the count down and it wouldnt be long to slap the mat. "One!...... Two!........" King staring down at her bloody face while he kept himself in a pushup position over her, quite humiliating and close to claiming his first win. "Grrrrr... after winning this, one more win and your ass is mine!"

[Monsy]

Consciousness threw into the depths; blessed be the twilight zone. Decadent in blood, sweat and steel, brought as one for a one-time-only performance off the top rope. The clang brought the crescendo, the clack, the resolution to all tenacity. The weight piled onto her neck, from her spine and lower body, and she rolled once then splayed across the canvas; limbs fancied in all directions, like a nighttime star. Rage-filled eyes dulled into an ivory sclera, half-open and half dead.

There’s a twitch from her hands as the fingers curled, and both arms folded up towards her head. Swept up from the silver canvas, her ankles pinned her forearms. Heels that jutted towards the ring’s opposite side, cupped ear-to-ear; the leather stretched and tucked against skyward hips, hamstrings, and along her back that hugged a tight rear end.

An added sense of heat doubled on as King’s frame mashed against her own. Groans slipped as pain sparked throughout her leather-padded core, hamstrings and back. Her mounds pressured towards her chin as her tongue lulled onto her bottom lip to lap the air like a dog, turned upward to gaze upon the lights like luminescent stars.

“Bleghh….”

ONE… TWO….

Her heel kicked once, and the back slipped off, clung only to her leather-cloaked toes that curled from the agony.

THREE!

The bell sung in two thwacks before it fell to silence. Karla was still despondent, bereft of even the mumbled curse, but a line of drool laced the corner of her cherry lipstick lip while the opposite leaked blood.

[KillerV]

King hanging on over Karla after what he did was the most devastating impact that could spilled out reds more brighter than her own hair all over the metal mats, the beast weighting down over her legs awaiting for the bell to hurry up and finishing the count. It actually didnt take long for the big bad beast to finally taking the victory over the damn red head, claims the first victory out of the three rounds, just one step closer to fully destroyed her and all of her body for himself to do whatever he pleases, using her for his sick pleasure or even practice dummy, or both all together, regardless, the monstrous man still hanging over her leathery legs as he breathing hard, growing bit excited, and tired, gazing at her with the mouth of Karla seemingly shes exhausted from the beatdown, yet he is just getting started. "Huff... why dont you, give up now, ending it so you.... can be mine!"

He slowly moving his arms covered in sweats and bloods as he sliding it over while her legs kept folded over so that he could get his hands underneath her leather fine body until he could feel both hands touches and crossing over, forming around her as he tries to lifting Karla off the mat while sliding his knees underneath to carrying the loser with him, getting to his feet until he is fully standing, holding Karla like a baby jobber in a Bearhug like with her legs spread out between his muscular arms, folding her in halve as he glares at her. "Shall we... get started the Round 2?!"

He already wanted to rush the fight at the start, slowly coiling his arms around her body and legs, not thinking much of her arms as he doesnt expect her to do anything against him, King tries to crushes her into submission! He lightly growls showing that he is enjoying what he does, proves that her win is just a fluke and wanted to overpowering her as he can, wanted to stares right at her face with blood and sweat all over, just waiting to hear her scream, struggles from his powerful grip, a great view of her in pretty humiliating position for the redhead Karla. "GRRRRRR!"

[Monsy]

Moments of weakness, the malady of success, stolen by another that held her down for three long seconds, stretched to centuries. Though the round was over, the pain lingered like the burn of vodka, swept her head, back and neck. And now she lay with a figment conscious; a castle of this and wet mud. The flimsy palisade gates of her eye blinked, fluttered and stared. Silent. Her frame meshed into King’s influence. Leather thighs kissed her stomach, calves over overpowering shoulders, and arms swallowed her hole and pushed her down. Castle near-collapse; jaw hung-low as her hips sagged when lifted. Her hair draped like a burning velvet banner down a blackened wall, swept in the wind as stomps shook her frame whole.

The suffocation inaugurated with a lashing tempest beckoned the battlements of her spine to tighten and crack. An arch formed; breasts pressed into his pectorals and her throat opened to catapult the first scream, a boulder of agony and saliva. Scarlet flushed across her cheeks, and her neck rolled back like her eyes to loosened a second scream towards the overhead lights that taunted her so. Tremours racked from her toes to her nails; the pain tripled and shackled her lungs. When she screamed again, it came out like a sandstorm, so dry and fizzled into nothing but a wheeze. She shuffled left and right, legs quivered and stiffened until her frame started to slump.

Shoulders forward, arms draped over his biceps; fists bound and armed then unwound into vines. Her head turned, and chin dipped towards her left shoulder, curtained by a few tresses that shielded closed lids and slightly puckered cherry lips.

[KillerV]

King crushes her with that luscious body trapped between his muscular arms, feeling the leather squeaking against his skin and continues to pressuring and crushing Karla in halves. Hearing her screaming out loud until theres barely any sounds when his arms tighten around those fine legs and her sexy body, seeing her face looks like shes breathless, all thanks to his vicious hugs. "GRRRRRR! So thats how stupid doll make a sound like that huh? GRRRRR!" He just carrying her around still in his arms in such humiliating position, and he is loving it! The big bad beast still not done with her just yet, only the start of the second round and already defeated her in first, he rather take his sweet, sweet time dominating Karla as much as he could in this metal cage.

Her struggles is useless against him right now as he sapping her life away and the monster enjoying it for sure. But King wanted to do more than this, rather displaying Karla in agony, humiliation, his own pleasure, the beast got some ideas he could make good use of her and thinking it is time for him to do it. Carrying the hot red head to the center of the ring so everyone could see his next actions, just to be sure he would give her one more long and painful hugs to compressing the woman and hear her scream if theres anymore left and her leathery body rubbing against him, love the warm touches of that body of hers. "MMMMMMMMMM!"

Soon, King would actually gently crouching down to release the hold laying her back on the mat, only to get his grubby paws onto her ankles to pull it up as he stand, lifting Karla right off the mat and have hanging upside down. She is fairly short to him so he can easily holding her like a catch of the day! Seeing her finely round ass front of his face as he lifting her little more, doesnt need to press his face on those curves but rather do something much more fun than that... PAIN! "Hehehe, here it comes! GRRRRR!" Gripping her ankles tightly and give it a hard yank to pull the shapely legs apart, forcefully split Karla in a nice 'T', see how much flexibility of her inner crotch would be, do wonder if she would scream louder than before? Will find out! "GRRR! LIKING IT?! GRRRRRRRRR!" Yanking in a hard split just couple more times, wanted to hear the leather creaking out loud and her sexy voice!

[Monsy]

The struggle to win changed into a desire to survive. From the fists that could unseat her old boxing streak in one blow to the slams that bruised her bones. The blood that oozed. The sweat that gleamed underneath the suit. And the pain that soothed her body into a perpetual nightmare. It didn’t stop after one bell. They trapped her in this cocktail of everything she despised; her body felt repulse. There was little to stop it, though, as she dangles, flush, folded within his burly arms and dipped towards the mat. Her hair was first to touch the limp knuckles of her leather-clad middle fingers.

“H..Ha.h….I-I can’t...”

When her back touched the mats again, a chill surged, coupled with burns as her swollen muscle and spine scorned the ground that bit into it. Her hands balled, and she arched up, rolled left onto her hip before his paws hoisted her again. Blood surged into her brain, a rush that pounded as the ground got smaller. Both legs gripped, torn in two directions to form a T. Her hour-glass mid-frame thrashed to life as the pain exploded inside her core, hamstrings, ankles and waist. Call it medieval, but it felt like she was about to be dismembered.

“N-NO! NGHH!! S-STOP IT!!”

Those chills, the tightness and aches as her heart pounded harder and harder. The ghost-white complexion that shone on her cheeks as the discomfort rendered her nauseous and the red that layered on top as thousands witnessed a Reinhardt’s murder. Despite all the fists she wished to throw, the chair shots, chain whips, lacerations, bat swings, her hands betrayed themselves. Each digit folded into her palm, and the warmth pressed over her eyes that shimmered as seconds went by.

“S-STOP!!”

The referee crouched before her and asked for the submission. There was little response as each wrench harvested a new batch of anguished cries, released into the word without delay, only intervened by the need to inhale a modicum of oxygen to fuel this machine of distress. Their words, rung on deaf ears, echoed from down the hall as she felt lost within the dark, bombarded by every single thing that wanted to give. First, it was her leather that tore along her thighs and formed fissures to unveil the silk skin that nestled underneath. Also around her waist, which ripped in a perfect circle to transform her leggings into waist-high stockings, as well as her waist that showed a slight snippet of her belly which shined with a layer of smothered sweat.

Once more, they asked for the submission.

To which she stomached her next scream, swallowed and spoke with a puppyish whimper, “N-NO!”

Her head shook to complete. The Reinhardt wasn’t done.

[KillerV]

"GRRRRR! Your sexy legs makes a good workout for my arms! HMMMGGGRRRR! MMMMMMMM!" King kept a hold of her ankles and just keeps pulling it apart to split those legs hard to hear the leathery bodysuit stretches out rubbing against her skin while she screaming out in pain of the horrible and humiliating submission hold with her curvy ass literally up close to his leopard face. He loves to hear her sexy screams and begging each times he pulls her apart for the pleasuring view, the dirty beast even watches the referee between her legs to see them just checking on Karla if shes going to give up but she refuses to in a pathetic ways, which its fine for the monster, he want to keep playing with the red head and make her even more redder, than her own blood pool.

With one good pull to keep those legs stretches apart, he turn to see the tall ladder standing there not being use just yet, and that just gives him an idea, he could use it right now, but first, need to get it down laying on the mat. Taking Karla with him like a toy that still loves to hold on to and getting close to the black metallic ladder, smirking underneath his beastly mask as he pulling her legs closer together, turning his body to make a bit of a spin as he gripping her ankles tightly, using her beaten up ragdoll of a hot body in tight leather bodysuit using her to swing right into the ladder to knock it down! "GRRRRRR!" He would wait to see it falls flat on the mat and get it prep for his next and destructive move!

Once everything is all set, now just need to have Karla in position for him. "Spread them!" King drags her in front of him while getting Karla facing up as he pulls her legs out, crouches down to have it around his leopard head, draping the legs over his shoulders before his meaty hands clamp on her hips, grunt to lift her up off the mat and stand tall, having her sitting on his shoulders with his snout pressing up against her crotch, looking up as he huffing out hot breaths, feeling real good about this one. "Heh, you ready weak and pathetic woman!" His hands moving down to cupping over her firm and curvy ass, feeling the leather with his fingers that pressing right into her cheeks. Just taking a single step and King grab her ass tightly to yank her down, throwing Karla the pathetic Reinhardt right down off his shoulders and get Jackknife Powerbomb onto the laying ladder! "RAWR!"

[Monsy]

As eternity slipped her by, she became drunk on unpleasantry. The muscles inside her legs felt as though they contracted, then ripped so volatile, they could morph into ligament strands that swelled into tumours. Each with a pulse. Each one sent a maiden wave of pain—millions per second.

Reality was blurring.

This cocktail of strife, composed of agony and indignity - the distortion. There was little beyond the vines of leather that clung to her face. The mixture of blood and sweat; a rapid breath that sweltered in her palm; married to her nails that dug ditches against her forehead, which was numb from light-headedness. It brought about exhaustion once the peril cooled, and she’d gasp. Soon her hands fell into her hair, gripped half-done, then dangled.

“Haa….. haaaaaaahhh.”

Her face was tight. A glassy gaze emerged as her legs pushed thigh to thigh, and fissures of exposed skin. Her word went blur again and halt when her ribs battered a stallion of steel, and the ladder teetered onto its flank, then flush onto its face. Coughs slipped from her blood-stricken lips, paralyzed to regain a wind with lungs like cracked glass. “Nnngh-”

Warmth pressed into her legs as the crook of her knee tucked against lean shoulders. Hands found each hip and rolled her up. Her back arched then slumped forward as her hair draped to curtain their faces from outside view. The sight of a beast’s nose against her leather-clad folds rendered her face pallid and brimmed her stomach with enough disgust to twist. For the first time since this match’s start, she could nearly accrue enough energy to growl. And yet, he robbed the chance. From a vacant stare to meet his malice to the squeal as her ass fell into meaty paws and whipped ladder-bound.

Her back re-shaped the ladder steps. She rebounded once, then crashed again. Loud cries slipped from her maw that gaped and shot spit. Nestled into the cold steel that welcomed her icy back. Limbs that led astray in all directions, arms thrown above her head, legs that opened towards the canvas like a downward V and her hair spilled, tangled and draped around the ladder and covered the immediate canvas. That vacant stare dominated her look. A tongue lulled onto her bottom lip, lapped air as the desperate dog, with a tear laced on one eye down the corner and she was all but paralyzed in her coffin of metal. "Blegh…”