King vs Bianka Belle NHB

Extricated from beneath the beast Bianka rolled onto her side instinctively as she let out the last of her dry heaves. With her back to the violence she only heard the onslaught and the cursing. Flushed from head to toe the German was winded and shaking slightly with exhaustion. Her struggling hadn't shown much in the way of results, but it still took a lot out of her, as did the orgasm... Sitting up slowly she fixed her top and smoothed out her skirt to restore some semblance of dignity to this unequivocal defeat. "Jah... Just my pride." Bianka actually laughed a husky, breathless laugh as she wiped a little spit from her chin with the back of one hand. BDSM had been her profession and she took being dominated surprisingly well as a result.

King laying on the mat recovering from the attacked by Johnny who interrupted him from just about to have his fun with his hot opponent, fucking her and not technically beaten her yet, about to though.

He looks up to see Johnny holding onto the chair and wanted to bash right over his crotch which its exposed yet covered by his hand. He grows in respond to Johnny words who is trying to be the 'hero' which he shouldnt stick his nose in the ring.

King stay there quietly waiting for the douche bag Johnny to leave the ring so he can defeat Bianka quickly for the win, and then take her away for their private fun time so Johnny doesnt come in like a father into his son room, pisses him off.

Johnny looked at Bianka. Her response seemed a little odd, but he was grateful. "Well, go on and get it back, dude." He said and motioned to King. "If he so much as twitches for the next three seconds, I'll wreck his shit." Johnny said and stared down King.

Bianka was a bit odd, but that was why Lily had invited her in. "Zere ist no pride to be vun here. H'only dignity preserved." She wasn't sure if No-Holds-Barred extended to outside parties intervening with steel chairs, so if this match wasn't a wash already she'd be shocked. Just the same she would walk over to the beast and place a stocking foot upon his shoulder, leaving an easy view up her skirt. Looking down at him she sighed, still somewhat unsteady and her back quite sore, "There are easier ways to get a blowjob, jah?"

King waiting for Johnny kind of pretty much to get out of here so he can continue his match with the sexy Bianka, but if he doesnt get out of here, King gonna try to swing his foot up at Johnny balls to take him out.

Hopefully after that, he could get himself up and reaching down for Johnny clothes to yank him up and throwing him out of the ring before coming back to her, returning the match back up.

The second Johnny saw King's legs twitch, she dropped the chair like a guillotine and aimed it at King's knee. "Motherfucker, i told you to stay down!" He growled. Although he hated King and he definitely wanted to make him pay for everything he did, he didn't want to seriously hospitalize the dude, but King gave him no choice.

Johnny leaned on the chair to make sure that King wasn't going anywhere. "Stay the FUCK down! It's the least you deserve, motherfucker!" he shouted at King.

This time the referee wasn't going to waste any time and held her hand up, waiting for King's shoulders to hit the mat once more.

Bianka cringed as she watched the stranger going to town with that chair. She was all for pain; pain was sexy, but there were limits even to her sadomasochism. There was obviously a lot of hostility built up between these two men that wasn't going to let this end pleasantly. But perhaps she could settle this in a less savage manner. With the ref in position, though Bianka had no idea why this match even continued, she would drop her knees down onto King's shoulders facing towards his legs, and then her bare backside would forcefully set itself onto the masked man's face. "There. Lay bek unt enjoy." It was better than being crippled with a chair!

King tries to get Johnny the hell out of the ring but he really keeps an eye on the beast and striking his knee, the same knee that was injured long long ago as he forced to stay still while his opponent Bianka, moves in and sitting on his face with her bare ass, pinning him down with a facesit as he is basically being forced to submit to the pinfall while the referee is counting down on them.

**Grrrrr damnit** just laying there not able to do anything while Johnny watching him like a hawk.

Johnny watched the referee count when King finally understood. The three count came and went and Johnny pulled away. He took a few steps back from King and stared at him. "Consider the loss me squaring us up for that shit you pulled at Showdown, dude." Johnny growled. "And I told you, if you try this shit again, I'll be back, again. It's not about wins and losses, you piece of shit! Figure that out because when we fight for real, I'm finally taking you down!"

Johnny took a look at Bianka. She was kind of weird, but he didn't want to not help her just because she might have had a screw loose. That would make him a piece of shit too.

"Are you gonna be ok, dude? You should probably get outta here." He asked the young German.

Weird was a charitable way of describing Bianka, but clearly the interloper was in a charitable mood tonight. Uncertain as to why she was receiving this aid from the stranger, other than some vague notion that this was more about him and King than about her, she accepted this hollow victory. She would honestly have been fine with a DQ just as well as this win as she clearly hadn't earned it. Really, the opening moments of the match were enough for her to feel proud about what she'd accomplished tonight, even had she lost. King was much larger than herself and victory was unlikely at best, but she was gonna make that loss look good. Now... she didn't know what to think about this mess.

With the three count passed she crab walked backwards off of King, not stopping to rise until she was out of his long reach. Her dark eyes lifted to the stranger as she smoothed out her crimson skirt, "Jah, nottink a hot batt vill not fix." Not wanting to hang out for the aftermath of this shitshow she took the advice and with loping strides made her way out of the ring and up the ramp. At least her debut was a memorable one...