'Take a shot' match!

King didnt think he was able to move out of the way in time, the large man beast rolled away to avoid what it seems to be a knees landing was for his head, a good thing cause it would of felt like getting slammed by a steel chair, a 'heavy' steel chair that is, wishing he could of said that to her and make the ninja girl piss off, but all he can really think is to catch his breath and easing his mind as he can from the throbbing headaches from her damn dropkick.

He havent been this worn out before and even just the starting of the match, maybe a little longer than that so far, havent even got a chance to drink the boozes sitting on those tables either, almost a waste. Yet, King will continue to fight on before anything get worst though already close to 'worst'. Now, King somewhat back on top, almost in a race with Ninjobber to see who will get the first fall and he hoped to catch her first!

"Gahh.... damnit.... tough little... midget!" He reached out to grabbed the pretty face of the ninja girl and squeeze, squeezing tightly that her face is just as small as her breasts, maybe smaller, easy for his hand to grab hold of making her suffer some. She respond to him with a chop right on his neck, jolting the beast as he growled in pain, his Iron Claw loosen before sliding off her face and 'accidentally' brushes down on her front, using his free hand to cover his neck from her chop, rubbing at ease. "Fuck!"

She shook her head loose as the trick worked and he backed off once again, getting free of his iron grasp...only for that same iron grasp to reach down and run over her chest. Typical. "Are there any normal fucking guys in this whole damn federation?" Accident? Maybe. That didn't make her any less pissed off about it. Not the least bit.

King was a big dude, but as far as she was concerned, that just meant he'd make a bigger noise when he went down - and she fully planned on making him go down, hard as a stone. Taking him by the wrist, she'll yanked him down as hard as she can, swing her leg around, and attempt to clobber him with a spinning knee to the side of his head, turning at full force. "Hands off the merchandise!"

His feeling more woozy from getting strike at again and again and now, her sudden chop to the neck forces him to release his awesome Iron Claw so close to making her tap out, or so he assumed. But sadly he have to let go and his hand sliding down to brushes her chest that he felt a bit of the bumps. **Small.... so-so** he thought, the girl still hot being a ninja, wishing he get some of that someday, but she definitely means no means no when she grabbed onto his wrist and swing up her knee right across his head. "GAHHH!"

Again, his body dropping down on the mat in spread eagle again, far more dazed then it was before, panting as he groans, slowly bringing his hands up to hold onto his head, this girl is small but vicious like a scorpion. "Punk..... ugh...."

And down he went, with a terrible sound. See? Loud noise, just as predicted.

Not wanting to take any chances this time, Ninjette just dropped down on his chest with a knee, trying to batter him before she goes for a quick pin, looking to make a score - this was already looking like it would be a brutal match, best to get what she can when she can get it.

"One...!"

King laying there suffered from the head shot by her knee, in spread eagle with his mind really messed up. "Ughhh...." Soon she gotten him even more with her knee hitting on his chest with a grunt sound coming out of the beast mask before she pinning him down on the mat.

Hearing the first count and not before long the two count follow up. "TWO!", he isnt reacting from the count, still stunned from the hit, trying to regain his senses. "Gr....ughh...."

"Three...!"

"Fucking finally!"

Ninjette let out a loud gasp and fell on her back, sighing - that had been brutal, and she still had a long way to go before this big boy went down. She'd have to center her attacks on that noggin of his - make his drinking experience that much worse. And she'd have to do while holding her own, as well; she'd been lucky so far, but that wouldn't last forever.

"All right, big boy." She poked him in the side with her toe. "You know the rules. Drink up."

King slowly waking up to feel more aware of his surrounding and learned that he was pinned down to get his first lost in this match. "The... fuck... I... I got pinned?!" The beast have never, ever, get pinned and lost in the match, though even it have many series to go but regardless at least he didnt get beaten with a pin to END the match, that would be a horrible record for him.

"Ngh.... damnit.... fine I need a short break anyway!" He slowly in a groggy state that he slowly rolling out of the ring to reach for one of the table, one of the shot filled with the powerful booze that he never tried before. Taking a moment to grab one of the shot and taking a whiff of it to be curious. **Ohhh thats strong... the hell is this?** He thought but end up going for it and take it, one shot down the hatch.

"AUGHH! DAMN!* He slam the shot on the table and shook his head wildly, it was so strong that his chest burns and his throat, actually made him cough a bit, grunting from the burning sensation of the super strong alcohol that feels like kick in the nuts. He slowly turn around heading back to the ring, firstly slamming his fists on the ring apron, showing it was still lurking in his body, he slowly slipping in the ring to face the ninja again, though feeling he needed a little bit of time to prepare himself. "Ughh... damn... you... you should really try this shot, it really kick you in the gut... ooooo...."

Ninjette was starting to figure out that Tension was a lot like prison - you got to walk in, take down the biggest guy you can find, earn some cred. Also, lots of sweaty, burly men with repressed sexual tendencies. And guys with mental disorders. And general weirdos. Actually, that analogy went a lot further than she originally imagined.

Anyway, she was pretty proud of herself for pinning King - definitely a good start, though she knew there was still a ways to go. As he came staggering back in the ring, she was surprised the drink hit him so hard. "Yeah, it's an ancient ninja recipe - Hontōni tsuyoi. Actually used it for a few missions, here and there - slip it on a guy, get him drunk, drag him out to the back, do the job. Easy."

She could be a lazy ninja, sometimes. She could admit it.

At any rate, he was having a hard time of it, things looked like, and Ninjette was eager to put that to the test as she stood up and neared him, getting in her fighting stance. "Let's check that brain of yours...I am going to kick you in the stomach!" She announced, made sure he heard loud and clear. She reeled her leg back, nice and slow...then shot it upwards, aiming for his head with a high roundhouse kick.

King slowly moving back in the ring to continue the match, though he isnt sure if the match continues after taking the shot or wait until he is ready to go, either way, the cocky ninja babe gloating about her job drugging people, grunting that he isnt her target but she is HIS target, shaking his head that the drink was so strong on top of the head throbbing that he took the strike by her, vicious little scorpion. **Bitch** He thought angrily.

Once he got inside the ring, she was waiting and ready to continue on the fight and comes right at him, her words triggers him to bring his arms down to cover his stomach to block whatever she have coming but instead, her foot comes right at his head. "RAHHH!" He rolled out of the ring after that kick and flopping down outside on the floor, holding onto his head and the boozes have some weird side effect that making him more dizzy, did she spike the drinks?!

"Jesus Christ, I didn't kick you that hard, did I?"

Somehow, she imagined he would hold his liquor a little better than this - it was a strong drink, but he was a strong guy. At first she thought he was just overdoing it, milking it for effect, but after that tumble it was pretty clear how wasted he was.

...oh, well, nothing but good news on her end.

She watched him rolled out of the ring and land outside - perfect target, all too tempting. It was a little risky, true, but she couldn't help herself - the wind was just too good for it. She grabbed the top rope, jumped over it, and came down on King with both heels pointing straight down, looking to use his back as a landing pad.