Killer King vs Naomi Brock

“S..stop..”

The weak reply was all the air Naomi could spare. King had switched arms, making the painful chokehold nearly inescapable. Naomi weakly pulled at his strong arm, barely noticing him fondle her breasts with his dirty hands.

Her struggles were in vain, too deprived of oxygen to put up a good struggle, she simply began to push against him, one arm pulling at his chokehold, the other pushing against his strong abs, trying to turn around to escape the prison around her neck. Her vison was getting blurry and dark, and time seemed to slow to a crawl.

King squeezing tighter and tighter around the neck of Naomi as not only he could feel her weakening from the lack of oxygen, but also his free hand fondling her fine ample breast. He knew he got her good with this chokehold and soon, the beast plans to lay her out with a powerful move of his, thinking his sore arm is strong enough to go for the execution.

"Huff.... time to say goodnight babe."

King releasing the hold just to turn her around and pulling the head down thrusting between his muscle thighs. Leaning over to hook both the arms behind the back before grabbing the back of her knees, trying to lift Naomi upside down with legs spread apart, displaying around the ring showing off to the crowd until King hops up and drop on the mat, aiming to impact her skull for his finisher- Package Piledriver!

The darkness had very nearly enveloped Naomi. Her legs were getting weak, and the muscles in her body began to relax. For a moment, the wannabe action hero was content with simply passing out, falling into the deep, dark void of forced sleep. She didn’t notice anything outside of her head. No longer was King fondling her breast, no longer was she in a ring, but rather she felt as if she was in a soft bed after a long days work.

The swift movement of King placing her head in between his thighs didn’t even register for her, nor him picking her up and spreading her legs. She was far too drowsy, really just looking to go to bed. Her head felt like it was full of cotton, and it was hard to concentrate on anything, much less a counter to the hold.

Down she went, smashing into the floor awkwardly. Normally, the move would not have done to much to Naomi’s high endurance, but even the worlds strongest person needs air, and that was something she had lacked in the past few minutes. The wall of a woman would simply lay there, her chest rising and falling slowly, gently, peacefully…..

It felt good for the beast to lift her up by the arms and legs, spread out for the world to see held Naomi upside down for a moment until King laying down slamming her head first to the mat for his powerful finisher the Package Piledriver, have her bounces for a bit in his strong arms before let her flop to the mat.

King stares at her lovely strong body for awhile before crawling over her making sure shes rolled to face up, covering over the body with his tougher muscles, pinning down Naomi going for the pinfall.

"ONE!..............TWO!.............."

“Three!”

Naomi was out like a light. The muscular woman resting on the floor almost peacefully. She was not aware of King resting on top of her, nor of her loss. A thin stream of drool was leaking from the side of her mouth, and the doofus of a woman seemed to be muttering in her unconscious sleep, a silly smile on her face.

The soldier seemed to be having as much, if not more fun in sleep as she did the match.

He watches his defeated opponent laying underneath him and hears the final count, the bell rings so he could finally get back up, covered in sweats to look down over Naomi, seriously a rough n tough girl to deal with, but King have conquered her and wins the match.

He would put her in another move to show his dominance and destruction but he felt bit tired, so for now, lucky her, he put his foot on her ample chest and posing over, one loud roar with his arms up, got his victory.

"RAWR!"

“Zzz…”

Naomi would snooze until it was time for the next match to begin, where the referee would wake her up. The soldier would run her eyes, then her head, that look around.

“Aww, I lost.”

With a yawn, she would roll out of the ring, slightly disappointed in her loss. She quickly cheered up after deciding she had fun in the match, and was wondering what else the AFW had in store for her.

~Victory by pinfall~
-Killer King-