The King RANTsome 2016-ish

King panting a little after his big huge foot collide right into Carmen face knocking that shaved head woman away from him and sending her into the ring apron, he took a moment to breath and looking right at her seeing shes recovering as well, his foot must of knocked her senses around not even sure whats going on around her.

He slowly moving away from the announcer table and heading towards to Carmen, reaching for the back of her head to pull the stupid assailant from the apron and taking the girl for a spin, doing a nearly 360 ride spinning around until he could launch her right into the side of steel steps. "GRRR!"

Blood.

Carmen could taste blood.

Her tongue reflexively rolled over her teeth, checking to see if all her teeth were in place. They seemed to be, but her cheek was definitely busted up, filling her mouth with that sharp, coppery taste. Her head was reeling, her brain was scrambled, and he’d only hit her once. Just one time.

She had to get it together. She was okay, she just need to stand up, then…

Carmen wasn’t sure when King grabbed her by the back of her head. She supposed it hardly mattered, really - all she knew was that she was getting hurled hard into the steps. She hit with devastating force, enough to make the heavy things move on impact, and immediately crumbled to the floor in a heap.

”Up…” She grumbled and began to push her way up after a moment, knowing she needed to be on her feet as soon as humanly possible.

King finally on the offense this time, need to defend himself from the assailant Carmen, just cause she loses her title belt to the person who King lost to doesnt mean she takes her frustration on the biggest, baddest wrestler in this wrestling history!

Now that she got slammed into the steel steps, he takes a moment to stumble not towards her but to the announcer table where he would strip the cover and removing the stupid little tv shit, making the whole table flat, now, all he needs is her.

King turns towards Carmen where he would reach out for her head trying to get a hold of and taking her with him, standing beside the table and thrusting the head between his meaty muscled legs to keep Carmen bend over and making sure she stay that position, using his one arm to swing down, clubbing her backside. "GRRR!"

For a moment, Carmen was confused, though not complaining. She’d thought King would follow up immediately and keep hammering away at her while she was vulnerable, but no, he was leaving her be for the moment, giving her a chance to catch her breath. In fact, he wasn’t even looking her way. He was at the announce table, moving things off of it, pulling out wires, why was he-

”Oh.” Her eyes widened as the realization hit like a stray lightning bolt. ”Ah, shit.”

She had to get up, and fast. She knew that too well. But as she tried to rise, her legs failed her, sluggish and slow, until King came over and ‘helped’...by yanking her up by the head.

Carmen cried out and hissed as she was hauled along, King impressively managing a tight grip without any hair to hold. She was pulled along and stuff between his legs, the exact last place she wanted to be for a myriad of reasons.

Carmen pulled back, tried to get out, but King’s legs were large and had a good grip. She wasn’t going anywhere. Not until he wanted her to.

King gotten his assailant between his legs, the stupid bald headed woman trapped down as he kept her there while the crowd booing at him, he completely ignores them and all he wants is to teach this bitch a lesson for messing with him, humiliated the beast for almost defeating that Soledad or others that she just completely screwing him up.

"BITCH! YOU'RE FUCKED!" He shouted at her before leaning over to get his muscled arms around her waist, yanking her up high on his shoulders where his face buried between the legs, he isnt aroused by this or anything, he is actually very furious about for ruining his life! Moving his hands off her thighs to reach for the waistline of her baggy jeans, lifting her up high as possible to yank her hard right onto the announcer table for the big vicious powerbomb giving her one helluva ride. "RAWR!"

Carmen was by no means a small woman - in fact, she was likely one of the biggest in the AFW, definitely near the top in Tension. She was by no means as strong as the likes of Rebecca Tomko or Hana Fujioka, but she could overpower most women in the league and quite a few men.

But not Killer King. Not even close. She felt like a child being manhandled by a child, but, given when he was likely about to do, she doubted that comparison would work for much longer.

Up she went, effortlessly lifted, her body flailing along, reaching out in a desperate bid to stop the inevitable.

Down she came, slamming into the announce table and annihilating it on impact. Papers flew everywhere, the table flattened on impact, monitors crashing and ripping free of their wires. And there, in the midst of the carnage, Carmen laid with her arms spread and her head face the sky. Not completely out of it, but with eyes half-lidded and her chest slowly rising. Not moving.

King got the stupid shaved head woman up on his shoulders and throw her down into a powerbomb right on the announcer table with authority, the table broken in halve and all the equipment and papers just flying everyone as the crowd and people close by just total awes, King looking down at Carmen, the assailant, huffing and light growling at her which he would love to do more beatdown on her, but he doesnt want to 'wrestle' her in his current attire, rather wear appropriate gears before beat her up again.

King slowly moves in to stand over her, leaning in to reach the back of her head to lift up slightly so he can tell her what he got to say. "Grrr... huff... you're lucky I didnt fully destroy you, bitch!" He shouted at Carmen before forcefully throw her head back on the table then backing off, can hear some group of securities and guards coming out to take King back away from her, some people went to check Carmen.

At least for now hopefully Carmen learn her lesson for not messing with him and if she ever tries to contact, facing Killer King again, he'll be ready, he'll give her one helluva beatdown that she will ever have in her life. King began walking away and heading back to the locker room, leaving Carmen to lay over the broken table for now, she got lucky this time around.