Midori vs Killer King

It was about a day or two after her match with Steve Chase. Midori jogged down to the ring wearing her hoodie throwing a few shadow punches along the way. A few fans reached out to touch her arms as she passed. She felt some excitement and momentum over her impressive submission victory against a guy wrestler. She was told she was going to take on a particularly challenging man tonight and she seemed more excited than nerovus about the prospect.

She got into the ring, and continued to jog in place throwing some shadow punches as she waited for her opponent.

King makes his way to the ring after making his appearance, he's wearing black leopard mask, black trunks with white flames on the sides, black boots to match with his darkness, evil looks, he wanted to make an impressions that he's here to destroy his opponents, making a name for himself to be most vicious heel around. Unfortunately it would seem to be a standard match he's guessing, which he couldnt use his cheap shots to abuses his victim.

Entering the ring to face his opponent, another female which he'll enjoy taking her apart. "So you're my next opponent? Hmph, Im gonna enjoy ripping you apart!"

Midori pushed off her hood. Her opponent was indeed quite a specimen. If she was cowed she tried to not to show it and still gave a friendly smile.

"Are you related to King-2 and his mentor Armor King?" She seemed excited. To someone like her growing up to become a wrestler, those 2 were like heroes to her. "I would ask for your autograph but the fact I get to face you in a match. That is quite an honor."

She would turn to divest ehrself of her hoodie and hang it up on corner for an official to take it away.

King hearing her comments about if he's related to either of the King from Tekken, she reply. "Hmph, lets just say Im a shadow version of the two in one with a hint of evil".

He waits for her to turn around as see that shes gonna hang up her hoodie in the corner, he rushes at her from behind and using his right arm to clothesline her into the corner.

Midori had been distracted as she went to hang up her hoodie. She cried out and took the shot to the back and collapsed against the corner. She was still on her feet but now facing in.

King was glad to catches her off guard like that, and now the bell rings for us to start the match, he began by getting her arm around his neck before he slips his own arms around her waist, trying to lift her up and drop back into a big Backdrop. "Hurgh!"

Midori felt King start to lift her up from behind.

So he wants to play rough does he?

Midori was probably in a lot of trouble now but she intended to go down fighting. As King started to hoist her over for the backdrop, Midori would attempt to use the momentum to flip over right behind him. If successful she followed up with a standing dropkick to his back.

King was too confident that he thought he got the upper hand, just when he was about to backdrop Midori, she manage to flip out of his hold. "Huh?! What the f--- Gah!"

His back was hit by her dropkick, sending him forward and bumped his mask covered face on the turnbuckle pad, shaking his head as he tries to turn around. "Damn you....."

Midori realized she could not let up. As King turned, she would rush up and try to pummel at his face or chest area desperately as he was cornered, but would her blows find their mark or even be strong enough to keep him in line?

As soon as King turns around, he meet up with Midori's strikes to his face and chest, shes lucky that its standard match he would smack her face if it werent that kind of match, after taking few blows as he making some grunt sounds, he goes low to grab under her fine tone legs to lift her up as he falls back, trying to get her face to kiss the top turnbuckle. "Rahh!"