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

[KillerV]

King been laying on the metal mat for quite awhile even after the bell rings, he was defeated in the second round which saved Karla for another fight, both bloody, both tired, both broken, both still have one more to go and this final match determine the future of both wrestlers- King wins he get to keep Karla for himself, but of course if she wins then King is gone forever as well his mask that would proven she ended his career.

It takes some time until King starting to move, getting himself up slowly and patiently, his head is just throbbing in pain, his face is hurting all over, the blood smell overwhelming inside his mask that dripping out of the mouth and by the base of the mask, the match is brutal and bloody all over, both spilled it everywhere as he roses from the mat and slightly hunches over showing sign he is sore and tired all over, but knowing the match will have to continue and will have to try kicking her ass.

Eventually the bell rings, minutes already flew by so fast he felt he barely recover much from that short amount of break, he start looking around wanted to get this over with and beat Karla to retain his victory over her and keep that woman! He soon find her in the corner assuming she is trying to rest still after what he put her through, so the beast slowly approaching her like a dead zombie out reaching his right hand as he wanted to a good hold of her red hair and yanking it back at her, maybe he would whip her forehead on the top metal turnbuckle. "Grrrrr.... this.... isnt.... isnt over... yet!"

[Monsy]

Invisible cast iron weighs her feet down. Eyes swelled with shining venom, her throat and chest all flooded with tar, turning her breath into ragged chunks instead of a calm stream. Sweat was all around, that wicked smell as skin-tight leather pressed against her back, sandwiched into the exposed turnbuckle. And warm air brushed the seams between her waist and thigh; skin spilled over the lip, and they were both pressed together when the bell sang.

Her arms, thirty pounds heavier, lugged up and fell, caught handfuls of the top chain to pull herself from the corner and throw forward. The heels of her feet kicked up, toes skid. She stumbled, but her right leg whipped itself in a semi-circle and stomped to recuperate. Her hands were lifted, arms half-cocked shoulder height; a white-knuckle leather fist made one hand where the material squelched as nails stabbed her own palm, and the other sprawled as a five-headed hydra to bite at any opportunity. Those red eyes, still venom-licked, leaking, shaped into a swordsman’s finest blade; a glare to hold hand-in-hand with her loose lips, curved into a lopsided smirk and garnished by one cocked brow.

They lumbered together towards each other, and he snapped an indomitable claw. While she ducked and leaned left, his hand found her head’s tail. She squealed; her hands whipped up to claw into his wrist as her feet scrambled like a newborn, first learning to walk. They came to the corner, her reflection vivid in the steel wedge she created, and it came closer until her right leg threw itself up and slammed against it. Her face wedged against her knee, lips half-mushed with a growl to rattle them. Her second foot hopped once, twice, then jumped at thrice as her right leg exploded into the air. Both legs whipped overhead with his grip as the fulcrum as her hips followed and swung over his shoulder and down his back. Her legs would take his upper midsection, a thigh for each side, locked, with ankle to ankle, welded by malice. Her arms snaked around his throat to form a noose, with her bodyweight to slam against his head to push it forward and into the lithe muscle. “It will be, soon, Hundchen!”

[KillerV]

In their final round, everything in the steel cage and all the metals surrounding them covered with their own blood, its a total mess for sure, each one get a win over each other and now, only one will be victorious- the big bad beast or the pride of the Reinhardt. King suffered a major headaches from the impacts and the blood loss, the monster did get a short amount of time to recover but it wasnt enough for him to regain that much strength but he still have to get moving or else that bitch Karla going to strike him where it hurts, everywhere.

The beast though went right after her in the corner able to get his meaty hand at the back of her hair, can hear her squealed from the grip and ready to use her head to bash on the turnbuckle, unsure if his current strength would be enough but with the metal corners it wouldnt matter too much. He pull Karla head back and goes to whip it forward, but what he didnt expect is Karla still have enough energy to get out of the situation with that damn flip over him as the grip on her hair soon break free out of his hold, and felt his back weighting down, body locked up by her legs, and even worst, his neck wrapped up, all together into her submission holds as he reaches up for her arm weakly trying to pry it off. "Nghhhh.... F....Fuck.....!"

Already struggles to breath, backing up a little as he slightly jerking side by side, trying to throw the monkey off his back but his body growing more weaker and weaker, wearing down the monster. King slowing down and the beast right leg giving up and he dropping down to his knee, he is getting more light headed from the hold and couldnt get the damn woman off his back! King breathing hard and trying to catch his breath, but fucking Karla.... the beast still got some energy, stamina, strength left and only thing he got in mind may save himself. Muscling himself to get back on his feet as he reaching over his shoulders hopefully his hands get a hold of her red hair to pull forward enough to rest her jaw on one of his shoulders, hold her down before King drop on his knees to jarred Karla into his 'Backpack Stunner' "Get.....off!..... Grrrrrawr!"

[Monsy]

A sense of whiplash poured in when she made that flip. Her legs lugged like weights until they enveloped him and stretched her spine. Those arms found limited reserve strength but clung clean against the windpipe, vulnerable with enough pressure and debilitating with enough time. So they’d remain, hold on like they were MIG welded. The progress felt was like trudging through pungent mud yet standing still. She heard his waver bit by bit. And though her face was scrunched in exertion, she found the guile to laugh dryly. “That’s it… Shhh… Shh…Down dog.”

The grip upon her hair earned a wince as his torque fought her scalp, “Wait- let-no-!” Then the sudden drop knocked her senses. Her chin swelled up, teeth banged together, and her brain spiked the roof of her skull. Her limbs unravelled as her head bobbed back, then forth, and back again, collapsing against the canvas with an arch in her back and limbs splayed; her legs half-curled around his bicep, loosely hung with no pressure but kept together by the hooked ankles. They too would soon slip off, and she’d be fully splayed, with red drool coursed at her mouth’s corner, eyes half-rolled back staring at the far rope chains, the weak groans and periodic twitches as she tried to make a fist.

[KillerV]

King is pretty much desperate at this point when he felt getting weaker with her damn sleeperhold and cannot shake her off that easily due to the legs locked around his waist, but he did managed to get a hold of her head and drop her on his shoulder to bounces the bitch off him, felt Karla fully releases him before he would dropped on the side, exhausted, make it look like both wrestlers are down and out, there wouldnt be a count out but the crowd would be counting down on them, see how long it takes for either one to start getting up.

"ONE!.......TWO!........ THREE!......FOUR!........ FIVE!......... SIX!........... SEVEN!......... EIGHT!..........."

The beast laying beside her as he also feel a bit wearing out but with the crowd chanting and counting, he felt a little energy from them, he knew if he work hard enough he could pull off this final round and win the match. The muscular man starting to move, the smell of his own blood and the annoying people making too much noise, he eventually moving around a little, grunting to get on his front, could see Karla laying and seem like shes also trying to recover too from his surprise move. "Ngh.... ugh....."

King slowly pushes himself up to his feet but struggling to stand, looking right at his opponent and whether shes down on the mat still or getting up, he would get his left hand onto her reddish hair to hold the head in place so she could look at the bloody masked beast, lightly growl at her before he reel his right fist back and swing a hard punch to her skull. "Grrrr......!"

[Monsy]

Quick ragged breaths punched through loosely-parted lips. The inhale felt like a cat scratched the inside of her throat, and the exhale twisted her lungs in knots, so the pain felt like a pulse. An eye pinched shut, and her arms crossed over her chest. Her fingers curled to grab handfuls of leather, scraped fingernails drew white on its black. She turned onto one side, stacked her legs, then threw herself onto her knees so her hips propped into the air and her forehead mushed against the canvas, where she groaned, unravelled a hand and pressed a white-knuckle fist flush to push a shoulder up.

“Tssk… This incessant counting….”

She hissed and stared outward with one eye closed and a pant that passed through clenched teeth. The ranks ahead were fuzzy; it hurt to focus too long. Many other things were going on anyway, like taking her hand to wipe the sweat off her chin, check the cuts with her leathered fingertips and their swelling, then slide her knee underneath so she may stand. Killer King was all too pleased to help with step three. His hand arrested a fistful of her hair, fingers like prison shackles that made her yelp. One foot came then the other; both knees corralled together with one hand on each. She peered up with slouched posture; her head was the ornament suspended by his grip.

“GAH!” His fist could crack off her skull. The pain swallowed her whole, down to her neck. Her head and body veered into its influence, then rebounded from his grip. Red spit flung, and one eye now closed as her knees buckled forward. Black spots needled her vision.

She pulled back a shaky fist and pushed it towards King’s gut, softer than a mother’s kiss.

[KillerV]

King lightly growls that he got a hold of her hair just so he can easily focus his one solid punch to her skull, it was a bit of a loud pop sounds, seeing her head snaps yet the hair yank it back in place, bit of blood spray to the metal mats, that was great on his part to weaken her a little bit, love how much Karla is growing more pathetic like the bitch she is. Yet, the beast himself also grown weaken too from the beating he took as well, but at the very least he got the upperhand at the moment.

He looked at Karla that she reacts with a weak punch, not even would called a 'punch', it was just felt like taking a hit by a pillow with flesh and bones, he understood shes too weak, he could defeat her right here and now, but he doesnt have enough energy to pull off the power moves he wanted so instead, he got something else in mind to make Karla scream like a pathetic jobber!

"You should give up while you can..... grrrr..... or else.... you're gonna get fucked!" Pulling on her red hair to tilt the head back a little so she could see at the monster mask, he raise his free hand up, the same hand punched her head, and reach for her forehead, half of her face, and give it a firm grip as his fingers latches onto the wet skins. Then, he tense his grip to start squeezing her into his Iron Claw! Quickly let go of her hair and grabbing his own wrist to help focus squeezing Karla skull, wanted her to suffer the pain some more, if hes lucky, she'll admit defeat! "GRRRR! Just.... lose already!"

[Monsy]

Reality turned into a lake.
And deeper she delved underneath its water, feet by feet, plunged by the first that took her skull and melted her brain into a litany of bruise, mush and spaghetti. There wasn’t much thought going on. Just enough to stand. That primal instinct to survive, bite and endure. It started to feel like an auto-pilot. The pain, taken but not fully embraced with a scream. A whimper, choked, without the energy to cry or shed tears. At least she didn’t feel such a thing. Her face was already hot with them, the same with blood that had spattered. Cuts on her head’s flank, one over her brow and multiple burns inside her mouth as saliva coursed the crevice and her tongue lapped at it. There wasn’t a pulse to go with it all, a splitting headache, no, this was a constant agony like her head was dipped in flame yet didn’t burn. There wasn’t more to bear than her teeth inside a fist that was packed but sputtered against him. It only proved a weakness.

Her head was bent back; it felt as though her world span a million miles a second. Those eyes were empty, looked up, captured with a slow blink and a deep laboured pant that seemed to take all her effort to muster. Her arms sagged at her sides, though she came up to clutch his wrist as her face was swallowed. She jerked back, cried out and gnashed her teeth. The grip was industrial-grade, forever clenching her temple. Her skull felt like it could balloon. Pop.

“Gaahh…. S-Stop...”

She leaned back and buckled to a knee if he’d even let her body fall. Soon her second leg weighed, and Karla came forward into his grip; her lower jaw chattered, eyes wet with a stream of tears as she went limp. The referee came to her side, lifted her arm and let it fall. It slapped her waist, then again, it was carried up, and it fell. One last time, her arm hoisted, then made a fist, suspended as she took it and slapped his wrist. She grabbed it, clung and slapped his grip a second time, whining in each throw in hopes something would happen.

[KillerV]

King powerful grip tighten the locks much harder now as he watches the expression, mostly her mouth and jaw shifting and the wet of her tears and blood coming underneath his iron claw, he wanted to wrench her pretty hot face into a real mess and seeing that her arms going limp, doesnt mean he would let go, still clinging on!

Breathing heavily as he keep watching Karla arms down and the referee went to check on her, seem like she could be out even his powerful grip kept hold of the hot red head standing, but after she dropped her arms twice but not the third time that would of signal her defeat.... she started to waking up and grabbing onto his wrist, trying to hang on and love it, could tell she is struggling pretty bad, and just loves it even more, yet the beast isnt done destroying this bitch! He want to win, but the urges to toy with his opponent is just far more important right now.

"Why dont.... you do me a favor.... lose like a jobber.... like before, yeah? YEAH?! GRRRRRR!" His grip adding more force to her skin and skull to crushing in a little more, just wanted to hear more of her sweet voice to squeal out in pain, the badass Karla crying out like a pathetic bitch is so damn good! Slowly he pull his arm towards him to watch her move to the big bad beast, he got an idea what to do with the damn woman, she wont like it but he sure hell would love it.

Once he get Karla real close to him, he would slip behind her as he finally let go and tries to pull her one arm to tuck it under his muscular arm as he drape his one leg over hers, spread her legs out a little and his free hand place on the hip so he could fully apply and jerk her arm backward, giving the tight bodysuit woman a hard twist, jerk, stretching out into his submission hold of the Cobra Twist! "GRRRRRR! GIVE UP?!" He asked wildly, pushes her hips down to weighting her down a bit but also help keep himself in place to work on the poor spine, show her the work!

[Monsy]

Standing there took the most effort.
Enduring pain was another thing. But there wasn’t enough energy to muster on her feet, to straighten her knees, even though doing so would alleviate some of her muscle’s strain. She huffed out in dogged chunks, always three seconds in-between like it had to build in her lungs, then struggled its way through her airways until it dripped out. A hiss came after, sucked in as her teeth gnashed, and she pried at his grip, banged at it with her fist, then dug her leather-clad nails against any bone she could find.

His pull drew her near; her feet dragged like sandbags across a polished floor. When she finally was able to see again, King was gone, and there wasn’t time before his arm took hers beneath his armpit, and her thigh, hooked, was pulled, dangling there as his torque made her short stature rise off the ground. She was only grounded by a singular foot, shivering on its tippy toes. The pain made her body swelter; a fresh batch of screams ushered out as her mouth gaped, fending it off until the sound broke free. Hips, abdominals, obliques, shoulder, collar, spine and neck. It all was put under this unparalleled suffering like someone ripped them apart, then took the minced tissue and tried to part them again. And again. And Again. Her bodysuit tore underneath it, screeching as long fissures across her stomach, hips and vertically up her sides now burst open, unveiling large swaths of sweat-licked skin.

“GAAHHH!! MM…. NEIN… NO!” She screamed as her head tilted up, shook then fell. Her chin dipped against her collar, and her red mane coned her face, now devoid of expression as those eyes, spotted black, gazed at her feet. The referee’s shouts now replaced her noise, met without response. Her arm was lifted again, thrown up to flail, then fall. A second time too, this time lifted above her head and let go. And on the third time, her hand fell but clenched a fist right at her side. The referee had to double-take as they nearly called for the bell. Though what remained by continuing was nothing short of zombish. “No… N-No… I don’t want to lose.” She muttered through a shaky voice.