Killer King vs Isabella Vixen (For Jira626)

He shook his head from the early STF hold by Isabella which it did give his neck a bit stiffing pain but didnt last for too long as he pushes himself up onto his feet to look as he was a bit furious like a wild animal waiting to be unleashed, this black leopard Killer King just couldnt wait to get his 'paws' more of 'claws' onto her, once he got up onto his feet he could see her coming right at him for the spear which his body took the hit in which he counter in the flow of getting speared by pulling her head under his arm as they're coming down to the mat, slamming the top of her head to the mat into his DDT.

After she took the DDT, if shes laying on top of King or beside him-- he'll try to keep her head under his arm and going to roll each other over to switch position where hes on top of her instead, sitting on her lap and lean back to pull her head, stretching out her neck as well choking her into his Reverse Dragon Sleeper, making her scream from the painful submission hold where the crowd and those cameramen recording her demise. "HA! How'd you like this?!" Tho his stomach stings a bit from the spear but still trying to not show any pain from it.

Isabella groaned in pain as her face burned from scraping agaisnt the matt. She shook her head trying to regain herself, but didn't have time to recover for she felt pressure on her neck as Killer King started squeezing and bending it backwards. She was starting to understand why Killer King was named so. It felt like he was indeed trying to kill her. She needed to act fast for she felt herself slipping. She could of easily tapped and had it end, but she still had too much fight left.

She started flailing her arms, trying to strike at his side once more, even using her flexibilty that made her a great cheerleader in high school to lift her leg and attemtp to kick him off of her. If she couldn't get him to let go soon, she felt she was going to faint.

King got her into his hold just pulling onto her neck towards him as hes trying to stretching her neck out like pulling out of her sockets, but its mostly just stretching her neck just waiting for her to cry whatever he's pleased of, but while he was keeping the lock on he felt her resistance and getting some good smacking onto his side, very close on hitting his sore stomach that was speared earlier ago. "Nghhh...."

He leans back to pull onto her head a bit more which it was a mistakes, giving her some room for her flexibility to slip out underneath him and kicking at his stomach to release her from his painful submission hold. "Gahhh!" He lets her go and fall onto his back, rubbing his sore stomach while trying to pushes himself sitting up, he then tried to grab holds of her ankles and standing himself up to make sure shes laying facing up on the mat, "Now you're in for it!" If King could, he tries to turn her over facing down while her legs stretches out underneath him between his legs but letting go of her left leg and using her right to lock in with his legs as he turn to lay over her back trying to get his arms around her neck to pull back to pull off his own STF hold instead.

Isabella gasped for breath as she was able to free herself from the devistating choke hold. Panting a bit as she tried to restablize herself. Even though she was getting her ass kicked at the moment, the crowd seemed to still rally behind her while chanting "Bel-la! Bel-la! Bel-la!" This was the only thing that kept Isabella from giving up, she didn't want to make a bad impression, not with management, not with the other wrestlers, and not with these fans.

She was about to get to her feet when King grabbed her ankles, tripping her once more. She was afaid if she was caught in one more submission that her strength and resolve would fail her. She began kicking with her free leg as she scrambled and threw her arms over the bottom, clinging to it, hoping the rules were the same as other promotions forcing King to let go of her and let her get up or face disqualifcation.

King manage to reaches out to grab onto her ankle to tripped her down and using her leg to pull and getting locked in between his legs and trying to apply the same submission hold she put him in earlier but she was able to reach out and grabbing onto the rope to break up the hold, he snarled from the disappointment which he soon letting her go and slowly pushing himself up and looking down at her.

"Grrrr... damn you Isabella!" Keeping one hand onto his stomach from the attack she put him in earlier as he standing looking over her, like any Heel would do to their opponent, he stomp down at her body aiming over her legs, back and her fine ass just to soften, tenderizing her body with her rapid mad stomps take his frustration right onto her. "hurrgh!"

As Isabella clung to the ropes, she thought she was going to get a break, but that didn't seem to be the case. The crowd was roaring in a chorus of boos as King started to stomp on her back and ass. She screamed out in pain as she felt the imprint of heavy boots on her bare back and barely covered ass cheeks. The ref started another 5 count to get King to stop attacking her while she was on the ropes and let her up or get disqualified.

The crowd erupted as she got onto her feet, but leaning and draped over the ropes yet. The crowd tired encouraging her with another chant. "Let's go Vix-en lets go! Let's go Vix-en lets go!" Isabella's wheels were spinning as she tried to come up with some sort of stratrgy to combat this tiger faced psycho. She couldn't face him head on, he was too strong for that. She looked over his mask, it seemed like his vision should be limited. She figured if she could attack his blind spot, she'd have a chance.

She also thought she noticed him taking his time as he approached her, as if admiring her through that mask of his, but since couldn't see his face, she was going on intution. She quickly devised a plan, based off of what's she heard about AFW's reputation. What she was about to do would win her over with the fans, but in the back of her mind, she was worried of how Max would react, but she had no time to worry about that now.

Untying her top, she threw it onto the feline mask, trying to distract and blind King for a moment, before hitting him with a running cross body and rolled him into an inside cradle, hoping to get the surprise pin fall.

King was constantly stomping down on the fine beauty Isabella while shes hanging onto her life, well the rope as the ref-girl begin to count down on him before she pushes him away from Isabella to tell him to back off or else he'll get disqualified from constantly assaulting the fine girl while shes hanging onto the rope like a immunity for not allowed to get hurt as much.

"Ngh... fine!" King mumbling to himself as he backs off and waiting for the beauty babe to wait for her to stands up, he hears the crowd chanting her names and booing towards him, he flip off his fingers at the crowd trying to shut them up but usually he didnt care what they say but all he care is hurting his opponent and completely destroying them, he was distracted for a moment before turning to his attention and in a right moment, she threw him with something black that covered his face, he shook his head and reaching up his face to pull whatever it is, it turns out to be her top which confused him before looking up at her which her body comes flying right into him into her cross body. "Gahhh!"

He was taking down by her flying cross body as she drop right ontop of him and pulling onto his body into her inside cradle which pinning him down, he been shaking into her hold trying to escape from the pin, he felt furious that she got him in the pin so quickly, building up strength and hopefully kicking out of her pin as he can. "Let... nghh.... goooo!"

The crowd erupted as Isabella took her top off, exposing herself to the audience. She smiled and seemed to soak up the attention this stunt had broughten to her, but she didn't have time to bask in the moment. She charged and landed onto King just as planned, knocking him down and folding him into a pin.

Isabella held on tight, even as her breast were mashed against the panther mask, brushing against it roughly. She felt King squrim and thrash in her grip. She only had to hang on for 3 seconds. She heard the ref begin to slap the matt and call out the count. 1...2... Isabella was a heartbeat away from winning her first match. Each count, each second seemed like an enterity. The ref raised her hand once more and was bringing it down for the final count.....was Isabella about to win? Was she going to be able to get the 3 count?

King was blinded by her top that covered his view and soon he took it off which it turns out to be her top and she catches him off guard by flying cross body and covering him into a inside cradle, pinning him down for the count.

The ref-girl begin to count down which he could hear the one count, and then the two count, he then kicking out with all his might to break up at two count before he was going to pin. "Rahhhhh!" He wasnt going down that quickly, not gonna be easy to take down the killer as he rolls to the side and getting up on all fours, panting as his heart was beating fast that he was so surprise that he was close to a big upset of his career. "Huff huff... damn so close!... huff huff....."

Just as the ref's han was inches away from the matt for the three count, Killer King broke out of the cradle and prolonging the match a bit more. Noticing how exhuasted King seemed to be getting, Isabella was getting winded herself. Getting to her feet, she noticed that King was still on all fours. She thought this was perfect time try out her submission she came up with during her training and sparing with her husband.

She quickly sat onto his back, wrapping her legs under his arms and chin and yanking up in cammel clutch motion, while she grabbed onto his ankles and pulled them up and over into a Boston Crab postion. This combination cammel clutch and Boston crab was a move she called the Vixen Vice. She started bending and contracting her body, using his as if were an excercise machine, trying to make him as immoble as possible. Trying for a submission win now.