BTM vs Krystyna Afineevsky

King watching the monitor while drinking his booze and eating some salty peanuts that he can easily lift under the bottom of the mask showing bit of his chin and mouth to munch on some and enjoying what he is looking right now.

"Heh come on pound that bitch face!" He watches him climbing up on the second turnbuckle and seeing him about to punch her head or face or something, just something he is excited to see his pupil to sock her hard. But just about he could see BTM hesitate to punch her, that kind of annoyed him but then he could see that he is going to do something else. Jumping off the ropes using the grip of the top ropes, trying to come down aiming to boot Krys, except she counter him with a shove as hes in the air and sending the young masked wrestler flying out of the ring and down hard to the outside floors.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" He shouted at the TV to see his pupil failed to do whatever he was trying to do and crashed outside of the ring. King threw his beer at the TV but missed to hit the wall behind it, King wanted to come out to the ring to get that Krys ass and kick it hard, but have to stay back while seeing BTM hurting outside floor trying to recover as he could, slowly pushing himself up, just weakly to his feet.

A collective gasp escaped the audiences lips as the masked apprentice paid a high price for his brief moment of hesitation, namely being hoisted by his waist and sent crashing down at a disturbing velocity towards a thinly padded surface outside. Fans leaned over the barricade to check if BTM had landed wrong and perhaps injured himself from the towering fall, knowing full well that if he hadn't, he was soon going to considering the emerald viper's short fuse.

Krys remained propped up in the corner for several seconds after the counter, panting heavily with her heaving chest miraculously remaining contained in her leather vest. She needed the time to mentally compose herself and physically recoup from the masked nuisance's nigh-constant barrage of counters, finally having regained the advantage with one of her own.

She collapsed to her knees and rolled out of the ring once she spotted BTM lethargically raising himself back up, stealthily approaching from behind and out of his field of vision. She licked her lips from the enticing prospect of having free reign over her loathed opponent, but for now she kept matters simple. Viciously digging her hands into his scruffy head of hair with one hand and tugging the back of trunks to propel him headfirst into the steel ring post. Something Killer King should remember, if he was still watching...

King is just furious right now seeing his pupil making a huge mistake for not pounding on that bitch head or face or whatever but instead he goes for something showoff move only to get caught by a counter to throw him outside of the ring, not expecting that to happen and unprepared, BTM crashes down on the outside floor hurting what it seems. King wanted to come out and kick her ass himself and surely will this time but it would prove that BTM is still weak though King already knew that, but wanting him to prove to King he can do it no matter what.

King watches the big nice HDTV he got not so long ago, yet carefully not to destroy it from his beer throwing. He glares at the TV seeing Krys coming out of the ring and going for BTM who is trying to get back up which that blonde bitch 'helping' him with his hair to pull the young masked wrestler right into the steel ring post head first, throwing him like a torpedo that BTM bounces right off the pole and spun before falling down to the floor once again, barely moving and his hands slowly reaching for his head, lightly tapping his foot on the floor. What King respond to this? Shouting.... no... roaring out loud. "RAAAAAAWR!" with a hard pound on the table and notices his TV wobbling, quickly to save it and keep it still. "BITCH!"

Eerily similar to how Krystyna mounted her comeback to that infernal man-ape, Killer King, Krys introduced BTM to the metal ring post in just as vicious a fashion. The clonking sound of skull meeting steel echoing throughout the stadium and demonstrated the callous disregard for her opponent's well-being, especially after chucking the masked nuisance out of the ring where he could have very easily shattered an ankle. Her gleaming emerald eyes sparkled in delight from having finally put this imbecile on his back and counting the stars above his head, the emerald viper casually strolling up to BTM knowing full-well that she had all the time in the world before he would be getting back up.

"If you know me, you know I'm am not one to be made a fool of..." Krys casually mentioned while reaching down to grasp onto both of BTM's ankles, lifting his legs up high and parting them to the sides in a wide V-shape. Those who remembered her match with Killer King could surmise what her intentions were immediately, but Krys didn't think BTM had the wherewithal to know where he even was at the moment, let alone try and usurp her plans with another infernal counter. "And if you really vant to follow in zat barbaric oaf's footprints, allow me to give you ze same treatment~..." Krys ominously replied down to BTM before raising her leg and slamming her boot square into his soon to be aching junk.

BTM laying there nearly out cold from running into the steel post like that and now laying on the outside floor barely moving except his hands on his head holding in pain that he could only make a light groaning sounds. He isnt sure where he is at now and thought he was in another place where he could rest for awhile and recover, enjoying his free time without a care in a world...... until his opponent who is wide and awake grabbing hold of his ankles making sure his legs spread out and facing up to see her holding onto him.

"Unnnnnnn?" Dizzy, blank stares right at her while her kind of pretty nice accent that he would compliment her but that wouldnt be good for a heel in training. He barely listen to her words as she say mentioning King or whatnot, couldnt tell, but what he can tell is when she stomp down hard right over his crotch, right on his balls. "GAHHHH!"

His body twitched fully of energy to shake his body around, moving his hands down covering himself and yanking his legs out of her hands to turn over to the side holding  the sensitive pain that hurts so darn much. Groaning as he tries to still roll himself into a shield like, hoping to recover as he could but not right now apparently.

The immense satisfaction from seeing the languishing masked apprentice huddled over him self in unbelievable agony almost made up for being slammed, kicked, and splashed by the troublesome nuisance. The audience cried out in sympathy for BTM and his injured appendage, but Krystyna was flashing a malicious grin through out the entirety of his spasmodic twitching and turtling up. The unexpectedly exhaustive nature of the match had brought a sheen of sweat to her exposed cleavage and forehead. BTM had offered her a greater challenge than she anticipated...

...and if King's pupil wished to so fervently follow in that buffoon's footsteps, she figured it was only right to treat him to what that painful path had in store for him. Stalking around his prone form, Krys was already formulating ways to further along BTM's torment until she overheard the referee's counting them both out.

"4!.....5!....."

"NOW your looking more like your master..." Krys sneered down at BTM, arching down with her hands resting on the curvature of her thonged rump. "If you vant to continue zis little game of ours...you'll have to chase me, dorogoy~..." Krys imparted with her thick Russian accent before stepping over BTM, rolling under the bottom rope and backpedaling to the middle of the ring. Leaving BTM the task of getting back inside the ring himself before being counted out.

BTM almost wanted to cry, tearing out with his crotch taking a hard stomp that could of cracked his balls. King telling him stories in many many type of matches he was in and majority of them, he got his balls crushed more than he can ever count, far more than total of matches he have been.

The young masked wrestler could believe him as King doesnt ever lie to his face, or at least he assumes, and now he understands clearly what it feels like to be like King's pupil as if he taking all the pain that King went through and injected into him.

While on the floor clutching to himself as the crowd giving some mix reactions of 'ohhhhh' and 'ahhhhhhh' looking right over to him seeing he hurt so much and soon, the referee began to countdown as she taunting him while she goes back in the ring preventing herself to get counted out.

"6!........7!........8!........."

He mustered the strength to slowly rolling himself to the ring apron, keeping one hand on his crotch while the other grabbing to weakly pull himself up as the referee still counting down on him. Gritting his teeth to get his on his feet until he could hear one  last number 9, BTM force himself to hop inside rolling in before the count out. Panting hard sweating much, groaning on the mat with his back and knows that he is going to get so much in pain pretty shortly with Krys just waiting for him. "Huff.... huff...."

Krys briefly contemplated making use of the infamous ring bell to truly give BTM a first hand recount of what his master went through when facing her, but considering this match wasn't No Disqualifications, that decision wouldn't end too well for her. She was already pressing her luck after her blatant low blow, so she opted to show some slither of mercy and allow BTM the opportunity to choose whether he wanted to continue his dismantling at her hands.

Krys bent over with her hands on her knees as she tentatively watched BTM barely reenter the ring in time, garnering a small round of applause from the audience despite his attempts to be perceived as the villainous protege to Killer King. Krys would confidently stride over to BTM's languishing form, reaching down to clench her hands into his scruffy head of hair.

"Vell, I'll allow you points for bravery, at ze very least~..." Krys taunted before bringing BTM to his knees and shoving his head forward so his neck was draped against the middle rope. Once situated there, Krys would lay her smooth thigh against the back of BTM's head and leverage her buxom form down upon him. Choking him out on the ropes would have the referee immediately start counting off in her ear, but Krys would nevertheless delightedly rob BTM of precious air for the full five seconds before finally easing off of him.

BTM groaning in so much pain and so weaken during the match, he havent got the upperhand in awhile and he gotten beaten up pretty bad outside of the ring before forcing himself to roll back in the ring before the ring count out would make him lose the match, he must fight to continue and determine to win this.

He wanted to recover after rolling himself inside but Krys not letting him any seconds and pulling him to the middle rope as she draping right on his back weighting down with her smooth body, choking right over flailing his arms and kicking his feet, trying to break up the hold though the referee doing their job to start the count hoping to Krys to hop off BTM back.

After draping her smooth thigh over the top of BTM's head, the Emerald Viper would position the top rope over her shoulder to allow herself more leverage into the illegal maneuver. Grinning sadistically as the masked apprentice would cough out choked gasps for air while the referee would started counting down to Krys' potential disqualification. Krys drained every second of leeway she could from the ref before unseating herself and allowing BTM to collapse to the canvas. She remained close by though, only allowing BTM a few seconds of peace before reaching down to grasp on to his scruffy scalp.

"I hope you've enjoyed our time together, dorogoy~...King certainly didn't." Krys taunted while tugging BTM back to this feet, his cheek rubbing against her sweat slicked abs and brushing against her supple chest during the ascension. The Emerald Viper grasped onto BTM's arm for an attempted Irish whip across the ring towards the opposite ropes.