Beast vs Punk Match!

NHB Match

Win by submission/pinfall.



King is starting to get really annoyed with this, he would enjoyed getting more matches against more jobbers but the fact that his knee is weaken and have to wear a knee brace, pushing him to get into more and more matches while trying to recover back to 100%, this isnt making any better for his R&R. Still though, a match is a match and his next opponent will be his next victim, or if they're super lucky, could defeat the deadly beast Killer King.

"Grrrrr, she better be hot!" He complained yet he shouldnt, but no one is around in his locker room anyway, plus, who wanna see King changing? The next person dares to do that will end up in the hospital for months, a promise. But in this match it wouldnt matter to his next opponent cause King knows she'll be facing him in the ring and will get her ass beaten and lose to the better, stronger wrestler. He gotten changed into his favorite dark red trunks, black boots and of course his signature black evil leopard mask, he will never forget that.

Finished changing in his locker room as hes prepare for a match, he isnt limping with the knee brace on but still show that that knee is still weaken yet himself will keep on going and show he isnt going to sit back and let himself be pathetic, he want some actions and then hopefully a nice long recovery.

Heading out to the ring with everyone booing at him as usual, he completely ignores them while getting close to the ring and rolling himself in, moving to the corner to climb up and raising his arms up, roaring as loud as he could before hopping right off to turn his back at the corner, resting and waiting, waiting to see who this girl is, only thing he knows from just hints is shes a hot punk.

Bouncing on her toes, dancing like boxers do, Anne waited in the wings for her competitor to finish making his big entrance. She hadn't actually signed up to be part of the Tension roster, but she had convinced her manager that it would be a good publicity stunt: she would fight anyone, anywhere, anytime, anyhow. She hadn't done any research on her opponent, apparently he's some big hotshot of some kind. It didn't matter, she'd just go out there and give him hell regardless.

She was dressed like a dark parody of those Japanese school girls: black mini skirt, black scarf, and pre-torn mismatched thigh highs worn with matching black wrestling boots. Her dyed black and pink hair bounced in its pig-tails as she waited impatiently for the music to cue her appearance upon the ramp that lead down to the ring. Pounding one fist into her other palm she grinned sadistically to herself, "he's probably some scabby, fat pig.." She thought to herself. And then came the music...

The Runaway's Cherry Bomb played her down the ramp. She came skipping down fleshing 'metal horns' and lewd gestures at the cheering fans as she approached ringside. She wasn't used to fans cheering, but they must be willing to cheer for anyone who fights this guy... or maybe they just cheer for tits. Turning her attention to the ring she saw the mountain of a man she was to be fighting tonight. Well, she certainly had her work cut out for her.

Bounding up onto the apron she slipped feet first between the ropes not caring, or perhaps intentionally, letting her skirt ride up to flash her pink string-bikini bottoms to the crowd's delight. "Are you ready for this, big man?!" She called out her challenge as soon as her feet touched mat, ready at a moment's notice.

King looking out on stage to see who this girl is, hopefully shes have pretty cute voice enough to squeal and scream when he get a chance to torment her into his many, many masterpiece holds. But of course he'll have to test her out and see if shes capable to withstand him once she face the king of beast, the king of heels, king of all male wrestlers in this wrestling league.

Once his music finished playing, it was her turn to play such old n gross music but he suppose it fits the girl, probably. Then she shows up wearing pretty unique school girl but more of a punk like and she seeming pretty cheerful for going in a match with the baddest man around.

Once she stepped in the ring with King, he grins hidden under the mask as he watches her all cheery and such, which she'll only going to have those optimistic for only for awhile before his own fun can begin. "Oh Im ready little.... Anna I believe? I'll remember your name once I ragdoll you all over." 

Once the bell rings, he slowly stepping out and moving closer to the center of the ring to meet up with her, hopefully though if he can get close enough in range, King attempt to reach out and grapple her, snaking his arm around her head as he turn, pulling under and squeezing tightly into his Side Headlock. "GRRR!"

Even Anne found her choice of entrance music to be slightly obnoxious, but it rather fit the sort of character she wanted to project, and cherries made people think of sex and that could only help. She would look into changing it, eventually, to something more aggressive sounding once she had a few wins under her belt. As she stood before King she quickly began ruling out what moves wouldn't work against an opponent so much larger than herself, and just what she should try to go for.

His taunting was met with a disdainful snort as the young woman crossed her arms beneath her breasts. "The names Anne. But you can just call me 'Anarchy'. But, really, you should probably start calling me 'Mistress' now because I'm- Ack!" Her ranting and boasting was cut short as her opponent snatched her up and caught her head beneath his massive arm. She had underestimated his reach, and that could prove to be a fatal misstep so early in a match. Never one to go on the defensive Anne tried to press her shoulder into the hold, driving herself into King a little farther so she could throw her arms around one of his legs. She wasn't going to be able to lift him, but maybe she could unbalance him a bit.

King looking at her as hes enjoying the punk schoolgirl looks as he rarely ever face a schoolgirl, or a punk, or even in the combination of both, such rare treat for the beast to feast on, hes going to enjoy his new plaything.

Though now he surprised her with a quick snatch of her head under his muscled arm, squeezing her tightly right after he gotten her right name, though he doesnt really care actually. "Right Anne, whatever girl, hurrgh!" His arm coiling tighter around her neck and adding bit of jerk just for kicks.

While holding onto her cute little colorful head he can feel her moving around and reaching for his leg and getting pulled up, making the big bad beast nearly hopping on one foot. "Grrr the fuck?! You want my leg that badly?!" He angrily yelling at Anna.... correction, Anne, he tries to let go of her and grabbing her hair with both hands and using his leg thats being grabbed, hoping he put all his weights down to make one loud stomp on the mat not to step on her though, actually he was going to yank her head down to let her own head headbutt to his hard knee, crack the coconut. "GRR!"

The height difference between Anne-Archy and King found her head craned at a rather uncomfortable angle in his headlock. Not that any headlock was particularly comfortable, but here she was practically upright with her neck stretched forward. She couldn't recall fighting with anybody quite so... formidable, but she wasn't going to hold back or play defensively. King's squeeze and jerk caused her to let out a choked grunt as she clung to his leg. At least that seemed to be working... for the moment.

Exactly according to plan King released his headlock. And not even close to plan he seized two fistfuls of her long, dyed locks and brought her forehead crashing down onto a big knee. "Ack!" Colorful tresses swished through the air as Anne dropped down onto her knees, her bell rung by the crash she released her hold on the giant's leg. One hand lowered to steady herself against the mat while the other lifted to her reeling head momentarily stunned.

King isnt here to play around with some punk ass schoolgirl, well maybe if he could take her to his private place, then he can definitely play around with her all day and night long, even if she doesnt fully accept it, but he'll give her a really good time soon enough, in this very ring of course.

He stopped her from pulling on his leg by yanking on her head to headbutt painfully to her own skull right on his knee, stunning her pretty hard and thats the way he likes it, chuckling a little as he got a hold of her hair. "Wasnt that 'hard rock' for ya, punk?" Didnt feel like calling her name.

King attempt to pull the girl hair around so he can get her head under his left muscled arm to lock her in, pulling her one arms around and over his shoulder before grabbing onto her skirt and crawling his dirty fingers to grab onto her panties as well, hopefully to yank her up and hold her vertically in the air, showing off his strengths for few second until he would drop her down slamming on her back with him falling. "Grrrrr!"

Anne's head hadn't spun like this since that time she missed a stage dive after drinking way too much Jagermeister. Her hair ached causing her to grunt in objection as she was repositioned again, and once again her head was captured in a dense, muscular arm. Unlike many girls she didn't seem particularly bothered by the hand pawing its way up under her short skirt where it would find little more than pink string held around her body by a pair of bow-knots at her hips.

With a yelp of shock she found herself hoisted up into the air, staring out at the crowd who seemed to be seated upon the ceiling for some reason. Her shirt and skirt both shifted with gravity, her top sliding up to reveal a taut stomach and her skirt falling up to reveal... well, what she'd already revealed once or twice tonight. "Oh shi-" Was all she could manage to say before being brought crashing down to the mat with a tremendous thud. Her body bounced with the impact like a doll tossed carelessly onto a child's bed. She stung all over, but anxious to get back into this fight, if only to make a good show of getting her ass royally handed to her, she flopped and twisted trying to roll away from King. She just needed a second to get her head on straight and clear the damned stars from her eyes.

King really enjoying his domination on the schoolgirl punk Anne who was stunned from getting her lovely forehead smacked right onto his knee before turning her head around to tuck under, not caring for flashing her panties few times as the beast grabbing both her panties and skirt before lifting her with ease into the air, holding her up vertically. Anne is very light for him didnt even break a sweat for doing do, but then the sweet feeling come falling down as the beast slamming down onto her back in his Suplex, her body causing the ring to shakes along with him before releasing her, King slowly turn to stand up on his feet looking down at the poor girl. "HA! Bet you like that and some more of my greatness!"

King is confident about himself and what he does to his victims, slowly he attempt to reach down for her head with his large hands, clamping around her small head covered by multi-color rainbow and black hair of hers, once he got her standing he would scoop her up between that shapely legs in his muscle arm and other over her shoulder, lifting up across his large chest while his hand between her legs actually placing on her rear end rubbing her fine ass before King can drop her down aiming to slam her back right over his. "GRRR!"

In attempt to drape her over the schoolgirl punk, his dirty hands isnt done touching her the way pervert beast himself likes to do, moving one hand on her thigh which its covered by the neon purple stocking as the other instead of her chin which its more effective to pushes her head down he decided to place between her breasts as his fingers draping itself over her breast. Together, both his hands slowly pushing down and watching her arch over his knee, back breaking the little Anne. "Hurrrrrgh!"

Barely having time to rise up onto her hands and knees Anne attempted to shake the fog from her mind. She wasn't bothered by the prospect that she was more than likely going to lose this one, and really that King was just playing with her, however she was more than a little upset with herself for getting tossed about the ring like a little bitch. "You can take your greatness and shove it up your- Aah!"

Her weary bravado was cut short as her head was seized once more and she was dragged to her feet. In a vain effort to escape the onslaught she threw her hands out to push against King's broad chest, but it was too little too late. With a grunt and a lot of helpless squirming she was hoisted off of her feet once more. Suspended in the air across the giant's chest she could do little more than wriggle in protest. A mixture of a moan and a growl escaped her lips feeling the hand rubbing on her all but bare ass. "Uhhn. Yeah. Sure. Just go on and enjoy yourself. I'll just be here, wrestling."

Another growl from King brought her back down hard on his knee. A howl of pain ripped from Anne's lips as she was slammed across King's knee, arms and legs dangling towards the mat on either side. The shock had barely subsided and her body still burned when the man's hands found new positions on her form to begin bowing her farther back. She could feel him taking the opportunity to rub her thigh and cop a feel of her breasts as he pressed down on her. Soft breasts squished and distorted painfully under his hand as she was arched towards the mat, snarling and groaning through gritted teeth. Eventually she would manage to bring her hands up to take a hold of his arm as it pushed down on her chest and attempt to lift it away with both hands. This wasn't a hold she wanted to be stuck in for very long; her tolerance for pain was high, but you didn't push your luck with back injuries.