Killer King vs K.R.R

[KillerV]

King kind of enjoyed feeling her leathery thighs when he got a hold of, sure the smooth skins are always nice but squeezing and touching with other nice materials on the ladies is just as great. But unfortunately for Karla he was able to catches her in his hands by the thighs and drop her hard onto his knee feel her crotch slamming right on top, love the sexy expression of her hot face and the hands clutching herself, extra sexy..... then came the flipping off before send her down head and jaw on his shoulder to knock her ass down on the mat behind him.

For awhile he sat there taking a moment to hold his head and face, that red brunette woman just ruthless to him and he does like some tough woman he can work on cracking and chipping away, but Karla have some harsh thorns that really messed up the beast until now, taken out the problems and can try to work hard breaking the hard shells.

"Nghhh.... grrrrrr... huff now... its my turn to fuck you up!" King slowly turn himself over to pushes back up on his feet where he walking around her body until standing near her head as he reaches down for those high quality looking hair to pull up getting Karla turn around and thrust it down between his legs. "Get in there!"

He wanted her bend over and head trapped, making sure her arms and hands around the thighs before King can lean over with one hand grabbing her ass and use it to lift her upside down. "Mmmmmm!" Knows her ass feels good underneath those tight body suit and his other hand reaching below to grab hold one of her ample breasts to cling onto and squeeze. King hand thats squishing her ass soon moving in position to cupping her crotch before the dirty beast decide to hop up, drop down on his ass to impact her head hard on the mat in his erotic, perverted version of the Cradle Piledriver. "Mmmmmph!"

[Monsy]

Her feet planted, knees raised as she clutched her chin, the debilitating pain swam through her like an electric shock, pinning her to the mat as her vision swirled. A groan followed, but Karla was nothing but resilient with a fighter’s instinct to stand up. Throwing one shoulder up, she managed to roll onto her stomach and press her knees into the met, leveraging onto her elbows. A brief pause followed as both wrestlers made their recovery. The crowd was eager to see who’d emerge with the upper-hand, but it became clear once King had marshalled to his feet while Karla remained in a stunned stasis.

She had to stand, she told herself repeatedly, breathing in long draws and exhales as to soothe her pattering heart. But as her head lifted once more, she saw two legs in front of her and grew pale in an instant. A wince followed once gripped by the hair, clambering onto her feet as she was bent and wedged between his legs.

“Don’t yo- HYEH??!” A panic spiked her heart again as sleazy hands set upon her rear, feeding into his palms like dough as the crowd turned upside down. All the blood retreated to her head, colouring her cheeks a mild pink as her velvet hair draped and just scraped the canvas with their ends. An embarrassed scream followed as her breast became a prisoner to King’s other hand, a grope which prompted her hands to reach down to grip King’s wrist. This stopped nothing, as the hand which cupped her crotch made her put her knees together, but sealing her fate nonetheless. Spiked on her head, Karla’s screams disintegrated into frail silence, her light-weight frame bounced as the jumping force doubled her impact, wrenching her neck whilst everything flashed red. “Gehhhhh…” Was the only weak sound coming from Karla, whose body folded so she stared at the glaring overhead lights from between her legs which dangled in front of her, and her arms lay motionless above her head. Her back bridged inward, leaning against King’s front as the only stopper keeping Karla’s body from sprawling out on the mat.

[KillerV]

The dirty beast perverted hands us just all over her but mainly the trinity parts- the ass, the crotch, and the breasts, all he could grasps on while pulling the sexy red head upside down just enjoying all he can before taking Karla the fearless woman right down on the mat into his erotic version of the Cradle Piledriver impacting her skull with a thunderous slam, shook the ring and got her where he wanted.

He sat there with the hot Karla folded up in front of the big bad beast between his legs, sitting on the spot while releasing of her crotch and breast to move his hands on the waist to pull her body closer to him before placing the hands on the back of her thighs to slightly pushes down over her body and spread it out like a humiliating pinfall, except..... he turn his attention at the referee and slowly shook his head. "Nu uh... dont count! I just want to enjoy this view a little while longer hehe...." threatening the referee then turn enjoying at this finest woman in the tightest outfit he have ever seen so far.

After he 'pin her down for the count' as long as he could before she would regain consciousness . King then pulls on her sexy legs to the side so he can get himself up ready to aggressively kick her ass some more for the crowd, mostly for his sick desire to dominate babes. As soon King get himself standing back on his feet, he closing in and reaching down for her hair to try dragging Karla to the nearest ropes to guide it between the middle and top ropes facing outside, tilting her head back while his bulges pressing up against her tight ass while clamping his massive hands on the sides of her head to compress and pull back, wrecking her some more. "Grrrrrrr payback is a bitch huh?!"

[Monsy]

Muttering, she cursed her opponent underneath a shallow breath, wearing a cloak of her own hair against her lower face, loose stands strewn over her eyes while her head sat in the pool of red. When two hands manhandled her thighs, her hamstrings screamed in protest, causing Karla to usher a faint whine. Swivelling from left to right, her eyes came into view of her own legs, her heels nursing the sides of her head. Her eyes gaped, then they closed, the hands which clenched into fists unfurled into the soft warmth of the mat. A moment of clarity struck her as the referee joined them at their side, ready to count out K.R.R until her vision faded into a haze once again, the voice of Killer echoed in her ears like a knife.

Seconds past, had this been a count, it would be long over. But for better or worse, the bout continued. Then as Killer stood, her body rolled out onto the canvas, weightless legs slapping the mat. Groaning, her chest lifted and fell in each heavy breath, spread eagle on the mat which became a sight the audience cheered. For the first seconds, Karla’s body was dragged with no response until her upper half was thrown between the middle and top rope. Her heels found purchase on the mat, hobbling knees straightened as her body arched over the top rope, facing the ceiling as two hands forced her way. And the bulge which pressed on her rear’s latex caused a burning blush to capture her faces in a vibrant red. If there was anything more humiliating than being rubbed on for a crowd and a man’s pleasure, she’d like to hear it.

Her hands now gripped his arms, desperately trying to struggle as she started to shout in a high-pitched panic, “Y-you u-unhand me! This i-instant!! Now!”

[KillerV]

With a powerful grip clutching on her head using to reel it back so she could see straight up at the ceilings with bright lights and even worst for her, evil darkness of the dirty beast just right behind Karla as he jerking on his holds wrenching on the neck as well thrusting repeatedly his bulges pressing up against her leathery tight ass. One thing for sure that excited the dirty beast is when she clutches at his arms and screaming insisting him to let go. "Mmmmmm you want me to huh?!"

After just a few more pleasuing thrusts from behind while stretching Karla by the ropes, King indeed did what she wanted him to do, letting her go. Releasing her head and taking his crotch off her ass before grabbing the waist of her belt to pulling the lovely red head out of the ropes and drags her backward with him to the center of the ring.

"Now... lets dance!" As soon he takes her at the center, turning the fine red head around facing her aggressor as he raising his large fists up as if hes going for boxing stance. "I called this.... the Jobber Dance!" He announced then using his right knuckle to snap some jabs to her precious hot face thats covered by fiery red hair, pausing in between to watch and enjoy her head snapping, hair flowing, body swaying, all the lovely works of his jabs. "Hurrr.... hurrrr..... hurrrrr..... hurrrr......" before stopping for a moment to flex and pose front of Karla briefly then quickly raise his right large foot up to give her a Big Boot to the face! "Hurgh!"

[Monsy]

Nausea clutched her stomach on the sight of the beast, the thrusts against her rear amplifying it twice fold. She told herself to just endure it. The pain is almost negligible other than the times when her hip bones shoved the ropes forward, jerking her back, and the wrenching of her neck spurred a teeth-clenched grunt. The perverted crowd ate this up, enthralled by the display until Karla became free. At first, she nearly collapsed before clutching the top rope, her chin resting against it as her hips lurched to one side. She gasped, her hair draped over her face like a needle curtain. 

Dragged by her waistline, she bumbled back on her heels, hands settling on her knees as her posture hunched, exhaling slow laboured breaths to regain her wind. Forcefully turned around, Killer’s voice echoed in her ears, drowned in a canopy of water, followed by a burly fist crashing into her face. She moaned in pain, her head snapping backwards, knees buckled inward and staggering three steps before she came forward for another round. Yet as each jab passed, her stance became rigid, her expression turned from one of suffering; to another rippling with rage. Tight-furrowed brows matched with a stern gaze, lips drawn tight with a snarl, causing one side to twitch; last punch sending her reeling once more, but her foot snapped back with a stomp and stood firm.

She slapped her own head, yelling at him with renewed fervour; kin to a war cry as Killer’s Big Boot met nothing but wind. Swallowed by adrenaline spurred by the pain, she charged forward, leaping at Killer King and swinging her cocked arm up in hopes to land a European Uppercut, coined “Karla Cut”

“Let me show you mine! No one outdoes me, no one!”

She moved in a blitz, throwing a second blow intended for Killer’s solar plexus; then hoisting her boot, she tried to throw an angled stomp at Killer King’s knee to force him to kneel. If that worked, Karla ran for the ropes, springing off with her back and thrusting towards Killer with tripled momentum. To finish her rebuttal to this jobber dance, Karla lunged with a spear, hoping to drive home her shoulder into the home of her second strike.

[KillerV]

The big bad beast can feel it, knows that she is going to lose after what he have done to the the sexy red head just punishing her as rough as he can be, he would make it much more vicious when pulling right in front of him and start smacking her hot face with some jabs and stunning the woman so that he can gloat a little, feeling a bit cocky for sure, and when its time, he goes for a big great boot to the face! Except he completely missed it, he couldnt stop himself other than his foot down that leaves him wide open for her to scream out some war cry and goes to smack his jaw up by her arm, the European Uppercut that knock his head back and staggering the beast! "UGH!"

He really didnt see it coming for sure, he thought his jabbing was enough to keep her dazed so that he can knock her ass down but his cockiness is one weakness other than his balls. By the time he balance himself and clutches his jaw, he soon get another incoming of her next strike that went to stomp down on his knee and indeed forces him to drop down to a kneeling position, growling in pain where he couldnt pushes himself back up fast enough, but Karla was fast herself and quickly rushes right at him and actually spearing the large monster, knocking him down instead flat on his back. "GAH!"

Her own 'combo' caught him off guard and now he went down on the mat instead, his jaw hurt, his knee hurt, and not too much on his stomach, but still she broken his 'jobber dance' routine move and that surely pisses him off. "Nghhhhhh!" He tries to get her off him as he can if she still clinging on the beast, if not at the least he would roll on his side recovering what he can from what that red head bitch done.

[Monsy]

She felt emboldened with the vim and vigour of a racing tide; strikes that forced Killer to bend to her whim. Adrenaline drowned out her pain, but barreling full-speed into a wall of hard muscle stung her shoulder, causing her to clutch it with her opposite arm. Before she could become victim to Killer’s web of strength, she rolled off the brute and scampered to her feet, stumbling backward. She breathed in long draws, weaving a hand through her slightly frizzled hair while tilting her head back. But it appeared like Karla claimed revenge for prior humiliations, reigning dominance in this exchange through sheer tenacity that broke his so-called Jobber Dance.

When her eyes fell on Killer again, she glowered, then presented a shallow smirk as a thought sparked inside that callous mind. She rolled under the bottom rope, landing at ringside, then crouching on her haunches; lifting the apron to rummage beneath the stage. A roar captured through the ranks of the audience, touting the raven-coloured steel chair that Karla hoisted above her head. She slapped the ring’s ridge three times, climbing up to the ring and strutting over to the turnbuckle.

Black heels met the turnbuckles, scaling them until her feet pressed on the third. She wobbled, but clung to the corner to pull herself steady. And now she waited. One hand seized the rope, another gripped a leg of the steel weapon, eyes honed on her opponent. It was a matter of waiting for Killer to come to his feet again. Could she get there before he regained his bearings? That was the ultimate question as Karla poised for a vicious follow-up attack. If she did, Karla would rise to her feet once Killer stood, gripping the other chair leg and raising it above her head; leaping from the post, she swung downward to try to bring the steel chair thundering onto his head.

[KillerV]

King thought he got her good after what he put Karla in so far putting just few moves and enough that he can possible take her down before ending it with the final attack, except after the move he likes to called it the Jobber Dance was incomplete, she counter with her own brawling skills that is enough to knock his ass down right on the mat, leaving him stunned and vulnerable position as he groans clutching on his jaw while slowly getting back to his feet as he can.

By the time he finally got him up on his feet groaning still from the jaw he took vicious from her strike, he did hear some ringing but it was actually her chair slapping on the mat, he knows what that sound but he still looking for that damn bitch and wanted to lock on his target, thats when she was ready and comes right at him to swing down right on top of his head with that hard metal chair, making one loud bang that the crowd would cringe and awe seeing how Karla able to smack it down on the big bad beast skull. "GAHHHH!"

That impact staggered the beast for a couple of seconds before finally dropping backward to toppled onto the mat, clutching on his head while both of his legs spread out, groaning and low growling at Karla for doing that to him, the beast is completely stunned and his head just throbbing in pain, ringing in his ears, just all dizzy from her harsh chair shots, he can barely look at her from being below, but he knows that her sexy body wrapped in that leathery body suit is likely towering over him. "Nghhhhh that.... ughhhh......."

[Monsy]

She rolled forward as her feet slammed into the mat, releasing the chair whilst landing on one knee. Through the corner of her eyes, she glanced at the downed Killer King, putting a wicked smile on her face. Delving a hand through her hair, she then slapped the mat with her fists to feed into the crowd’s growing fever for the intensity. It felt like her domain, a hardcore arena where her mind could wander free and an adversary which she can pound until her heart’s content. It was only a shame she couldn’t see the blood.

She took a deep breath in before standing, closing her eyes as her boots stomped into the mat; the elation written on her face all too clearly. Then she walked over to the chair, grabbing it by its steel leg once more and hoisting it, pointing to where it had a dent and then letting out a laugh. Then she turned her head towards Killer, walking over calmly until she stood over him with one foot planted at either side of his waist.

Basking in the sight, she had to stop and stare just to soak it all in.

“Stay down, killer kitten or whatever your name is.”

Spoken in a whimsical voice, she raised her heel then plunged it into his chest to issue a dominating looking pin. From there, she barked at the referee, “Come on! Count!”