'Take a shot' match!

"Heh... you'll probably like it... you'll never know"

Panting as he gets up to his feet and keeping his eyes on the the little scamp, he was going for the boot to her face so he can easily use his power move next but his foot, his strike once again fails due to her speed and no a moment later that he felt unable to move, before he knows it. "GAHH!"

The beast dropped down on his knee from the strike from behind, growling from the sharp pain that the girl really good at dropping him down to the mat like that, far too much he thinks. King attempt to reach behind to hopefully grab hold of her head to pull the girl close beside him, sliding under his arm into a Side Headlock, squeezing n crushing her while on his knee.

"I've got precious few certainties in my life, King, but one of them is that I'll never enjoy wearing a leopard mask."

Okay, she managed to get him down for the second time - good, good, now she had to capitalize on it. She started to stand and move in to give him a knee to the back of the head, but that hope was dashed when underestimated his reach - he just reached behind and scoped her in, drawing her into a tight headlock and squeezing her head like a grape. She would love to make a joke about his pits smelling, but she's far too busy trying to get a spare breath under his grip for it.

"Heh fine, suit yourself... for now, Im gonna kick your ass!"

Shouting at her after he was taken down to his knee from her surprise attack from behind, the beast isnt liking it one bit at all so she will severally get punish when he get his hands on her somehow. Luckily he reached behind to grab hold of her head and pulling it under his muscle arm, squeezing her tightly which shes trying to get out and catch her breath, he chuckles from her struggles. "Wheres your cockiness now?!"

His knee still hurting so he couldnt get up at the moment, so at the time being, King trying to keep her head tightly luck in while getting his free hand thats tighten into a fist, swinging under to come right at her stomach, getting some blows to that belly of hers. "Hurgh! Hurgh! HURGH!"

Again with the belly shots. What, did he have a fetish?

...actually, that was a distinct possibility. Ew.

She would have asked that out loud, but, again - chokehold, making it hard, not conducive for extensive conversation. Neither were the blows hammering into her stomach; only taken six of them so far, and she was already starting to feel the knots tangling up. Under King's pits was definitely not the place she wanted to be for any reason, whatsoever.

She pulled her leg back and swung it for, trying to drive her knee hard into the tender area on the back of his thigh, right between the muscles - nasty little spot.

King pounding his fist to her stomach while keeping her tiny little head trapped under his arm still, not planning to let her go just yet until he gotten her weaken enough before going for the power move. "RAH!!!"

He slowly pushing his feet against the mat to get himself standing a little bit, thinking it was time to deal with her the hard, vicious way with his next move, but he couldnt see what she was going to do to him until it was too late, her knee slam right against the back of his knee sending the beast down onto his knee again and falling forward, at the same time releasing the hold. "GAHHHH!"

Collapsed down on the mat, reaching for his knee to clutch on it, growling in real anger to that damn Ninjobber. "Grahhh... damnit... that hurt... fuck!"

And the back of her neck smelled like sweaty King. Taking a long bath after this is over, win or lose.

The gambit paid off - he fell back down again and let her go, giving her some much needed breathing room and allowing her to take some much needed breaths. "Yeah, that hurt." She coughed, taking a step back while she rubbed her neck. "Get used to the feeling, asshole."

Stepping behind and squaring up the shot, she jumped up and shot her legs out, trying to hit him with a drop kick, straight to the back of the head - the leopard mask made for an easy target, she had to admit.

This match is much tougher than he thought, even when facing someone small like her, he always somehow get the upper hand but she is something thats for sure, able to do beat them with no problem yet this girl sure knows how to defy him. "Grrr....."

He wanting to respond to her but his knee was hurting quite a bit, slowly he tries to endure the pain hoping to get back up on his knees but that would make it easy for the little ninja to come and smack the back of his head to shove him down face first to the mat. "GAH!" His body rolled slowly to facing up, laying on his back panting with his arms and legs spread out.

Her standing. King laid out like a Thanksgiving turkey, rolling around with the pain. It was deja vu, all over again.

Feeling lucky, Ninjette stood back up, dusted off, and ran to the ropes, figuring she could use them for a little extra height. She jumped up, landed on the top rope with both feet, did a springboard backflip of it and came down, knee first, careening for King's head - crazy move, but then, no one ever accused her of being too sane. It was that sort of match, after all.

The mad beast have finally calmed down after taken a hard dropkick to the head, dazing him down on the mat as he lay there, recovering the best he can from the impact she have done to him, he is still conscious with his eyes battering to stay awake, wondering what just happened.

"Grrrr...." It didnt take very long that his body shaking from her moving around some until he turn to see where she is and coming at him into a flip, flying right at the beast. **Shit!** He tries to turn his body to move out of the way, hopefully to avoid whatever she was going to do to him and let her hurt herself. If he got lucky, he'll try to staggering to get up on his knees, mostly on the good one at least, he would hopefully reach out for her head with his right hand, grabbing her face to squeeze tightly into his deadly Iron Claw.

Unless her flying impact move were able to connect that flatten him down to the mat, stunning the large man beast even further.

As she flew through the air, she was reminded about some old myth - something about Daedalus and Icarus and flying too close to the sun.

She didn't have much time to ponder it, though, as she realized how quick King could recover from things - he moved out of the way at the last second, leaving here to land hard on the canvas, hurting her knees something awful and making her wish she'd just gone for something simple instead of the crowd-pleaser. Before she could get back up, though, she felt King's hand reach around her face - and squeeze. Hard. Digging those claws of his in deep, felt like he was crushing her face - she might have even let out a scream, if her mouth could move to do it.

Wanting to end this as quickly as possible, she took aim and shot out with her hand, trying to give him a straight chop in the neck to deliver a simple message - 'get the fuck off!'