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King (Tekken) vs Bad-Boy Rey (Mysterio)

The sound of a roaring private audience almost completely drowned out the announcer of the underground wrestling federation. This was a league that not only allowed, but encouraged lethal wrestling strikes, holds, and general brutality of all kinds. A true gem in the eye of the more hardcore fans, this company, E.L.W. (Extreme Lethal Wrestling) was nothing short of a modern day gladiator arena.

The announcer's words were full of enthusiasm as he announced the main event for tonight's show: a singles match between two men whom were arguably the two most popular roster members, each undoubtedly successful in their careers thus far.

Introducing first, the challenger, residing in Chula Vista, California, weighing in at 175 lbs, the man formerly known as Rey Mysterio... The slickest lucha in the biz... Bad-Boy Rey!"

With the camera zoomed in from a low angle, the usually small seeming Mexican man appeared to have an almost giant stature as he stood on the stage, looking around slowly, as if bored and disinterested. The small but cocky man then slowly began his stroll down to the ring, stopping to give a quick kiss to any pretty young women screaming his name. Of course he also stopped to high five some of his male fans, repeatedly pulling his hand away before they could make contact. With a black leather set of tights, matching boots, armbands, and one of his signature masks, Bad-Boy Rey hopped onto the apron with the expected grace of a wrestler with his athleticism and experience. He then walked up to the corner, standing on the top rope, showcasing the tremendous sense of balance only a cruiser-weight of his caliber possessed, before beating his chest like an old Irish warrior and letting out a loud, primal, blood-thirsty holler into the cheer-filled arena.

Finally, a hush fell over the crowd as the lights dimmed, and a loud ROAR echoed throughout the surprisingly high quality speaker system, before an inspiring, catchy jungle theme blasted over the speakers

A video, showcasing a montage of a wild jaguar mauling it's prey showed on the titantron as a spotlight appeared on the stage. Shining down, the light glistened off of the tan skin of the masked Mexican wrestler, King, making a return appearance here in ELW in his signature blue, purple and gold lucha attire. The most noteworthy thing about King as a wrestler wasn't just his refreshingly colorful sense of style, however, nor was it his incredibly thick, jaw dropping muscle mass. No, the thing that gave King a cult-like following here in ELW, was that he always managed to finish his matches with non-lethal, traditional style pins and submissions. While this left the man looking 'soft' in the eyes of many spectators, as well as his colleagues in the locker room, the old jaguar stated on multiple occasions to remind them all, that if he ever needed to use lethal measures, he would.

Shaking the hands of and high-fiving numerous crowd members, the big colorful jaguar slid into the relatively blood and sweat covered ring, strolling over to his corner and beginning to stretch... before his thickly muscled and defined, purple-tights-covered thighs flexed, as he squatted slightly and sprang that huge body up with surprising grace to give the crowd a single long, roaring flex.

Rey's eyes landed on the big, blue-clad backside of his massive poster-boy opponent, and he wasted no time signaling for the announcer to ring the bell. The moment that loud ring echoed throughout the arena, King froze, still atop the second rope, turning his head over his shoulder to holler out his complaints to the announcer. However, before a single word could leave his masked mouth, a loud grunt echoed out and into the crowd. The tanned, Mexican luchadors big, blue ass bent, jutting outward and near the small head of his opponent, as Bad-Boy Rey stood behind him, the smaller man's fist having already rammed itself up into the unprepared balls of his pain-filled and shocked opponent in a low blow. Rey then unclenched his fist, only to grab onto those blue covered jewels through the three layers of fabric in a testicular claw. King's trunks, tights and plain white jockstrap couldn't give him enough padding to save him from the immense pressure resonating throughout his body as those tanned, golf ball sized testicles got inhumanely constricted by the small but powerful, tanned fist of the dirty underdog luchador.

After his quick thinking was met with a mixed reaction of 'boos' and an overwhelming amount of cheers, Rey moved aside to let the big Jaguar-mask wearing wrestler fall to the mat with a heavy thud. Still clutching his already visibly swollen blue package, King let out a shocked gasp as he felt the smaller wrestler lifting him up to his knees by his masked head, only to slam said face down to the mat with a loud rumble. The impact was heavy enough to bounce Rey on the toes of his feet for a moment, before he followed up on the momentum by running to the side of the ring and bouncing off of the middle rope, coming back leg first into King. The big wrestler caught the small luchador, to the audience's cheering delight, only for Rey to twist back upwards and tuck King's masked head under his arm, before slamming it to the mat once more, this time in a heavy springboard bulldog!

King was seeing stars at this point as his head bounces off the mat hard enough for him to flop onto his back. Rey stood up with a light sheen of sweat beginning to form on his tanned, tattooed torso as he looked down at the broad, muscled back of his animalistic opponent.

Pressing against the ropes, Rey positioned his black boot onto the Jaguar-man's shoulder, making use of his entire body just to roll the big behemoth onto his stomach. With a low sigh Rey was finally able to look over his handiwork. With his opponent temporarily dazed and groaning, Bad-Boy Rey knew he had this one in the bag as he adjusted his crotch before readjusting his mask, and went to stand with one leg on either side of the big man's back.

Just as King was beginning to regain his composure, cursing quietly to himself as he felt sweat dripping off of his body onto the mat barely beneath him, he felt a sudden pressure come crashing down into his lower back. This sent King from his position on all fours into a flattened, groaning state on the canvas. Rey then took a breather as he squatted down fully, his own petite, perky rear resting atop the big blue cushion King called an ass. Then, without wasting anymore time, Rey hooked those big, python like arms up over his knees and secured his hands around his masked opponents chin. To the audience's cheering delight, he had locked on a solid camel clutch, though to be blunt it looked more like a toddler riding a rodeo bull.

However, to the audience's surprise and King's dismay, the size difference didn't deter Rey from locking on a surprisingly brutal hold. Anytime King would start to raise up to his knees, Rey would arch that upper back painfully backward, before slamming his ass down straight onto the most bent part of the spine. If anything, the lack of size in Rey's ass made it better at applying pressure to a specific part of the spine. Audience members and commentators alike whispered among themselves about the possibility of this being BBR's new finisher.

Meanwhile, King's eyes went wide behind his mask, as a low howl of genuine pain drew from his lips. The noise would get louder and louder as Rey began to bounce his black-clad ass up and down on the small of the bigger man's spine. Suddenly, a loud gasp escaped King's lips as he found his head jerked back even further. His body formed into a C shape as Rey tucked that masked face underneath his armpit, locking on a dragon-sleeper camel clutch combo!

King's deep, growling screams began to echo throughout the arena. The big man was sweating beads so thick they could be picked up by the cameras, causing the men behind them to tent uncomfortably in their jeans. The hold remained in place for several long, seemingly endless minutes, before Rey finally did something he almost never did. He got cocky.

Reaching a small hand down towards those massive, heaving pectorals, Rey latched his nails in deep in a pec claw! The audience cheered, oohed and ahhed at the humiliating and extraordinarily painful display. However, this meant that Rey only had one arm to secure the entire body of the big masked predator.

Suddenly, with a flex of those heaving, tortured pecs and a tightening of those abs, King reached his hands up to grab Reys arm, before simply lunging his upper body forward, overpowering the small man and sending him rolling off of the pained jaguar.

However, King had little time to celebrate. Just as the big, sweat-slick, gasping man got onto one knee, Bad-Boy Rey's black boot came swinging straight into his masked temple in a buzz-saw kick, knocking the jaguar flat onto his back!

With a worried hush falling over the crowd, Rey quickly slithered over the big wrestler's body, going for the three count. "One! Two!" Suddenly Rey reached his small fist over to the top of King's jaguar mask, lifting his head off the mat with an excited pant. "I'm not done yet!" He shouted before slamming that head back down.

A roar resonated from behind King's jaguar mask as he slowly crawled to all fours. He was dazed, wondering how a wrestler so small could have so much experience as to manhandle him like this. He didn't have much time to ponder, however. Just as he got to both feet, he felt Bad-Boy Rey's boots SLAM into his back, sending him stumbling towards and partially over the second rope. Rey bent down to cockily dust off the tips of his black, steel-toe boots before standing up straight. The crowd would then see a massive grin forming under his mask. Sharing the small wrestler's enthusiasm, they shouted "SIX. ONE. NINE!" As Rey took off towards the opposite ropes, bounced off of them and charged back towards King, who was still looking lifeless, draped over the second rope.

With a hard smacking sound, those solid steel-toe boots connected directly with the forehead of that mask, which surprisingly offered little protection. This sent King sprawling off of the ropes to land flat on his back as Rey quickly climbed to the top turnbuckle. Pausing briefly to balance himself, Rey squatted deep before springing up and launching himself with athleticism impressive for someone even half his age. His small body soared through the air, whipping forward with tremendous speed, before raising his hands skyward, driving his hardened stomach into King's in a 450 frog splash! The crowd hooted and hollered, many spilling their drinks at the always-impressive display of Rey's E.L.W. finishing maneuver.

Rey then stood over King's head, clearly on his last legs as he pulled backwards on those big, purple covered legs. He rolled King's body up like the world's meatiest, sweatiest burrito, before sitting his black-clad ass straight down onto that jaguar mask. He gripped King's meaty, blue ass by the back of his trunks as he went to finish the match with a humiliating roll up pin. Rey began to smack the jaguar's big, blue bubble-butt with each count the ref made. "ONE..." Meanwhile, Rey tucked his head down towards the big, possibly unconscious man's body, speaking loud enough so that he could be heard over the noises of the arena. "Normally I'd snap your neck after the match to please these ruthless E.L.W. fans, but I respect your non-lethal ways, King. So instead..." As soon as the ref counted "THREE!" Rey reached forward forward to grab a hold of King's swollen, blue crotch bulge with both hands. Giving the large piece of confined meat a firm yank, Rey listened out with devious glee as a loud, pained ROAR escaped the Jaguar-man's mask. Rey then proceeded to drag the big, musclebound male around the ring by his nuts pulling on them like an abusive owner would his dog's collar.

King screamed, and screamed loudly. The males usual deep, guttural growls were raised a couple octaves as Rey found his grip around the man's individual testicles, refusing to let up. Finally, a loud, feminine SQUEAL escaped King's lips and Rey's mouth upturned into a satisfied smirk. Dropping the junk from his hands, Rey moved to celebrate at the turnbuckles, posing for pictures with a few flexes and more of his usual WWE-esque chest-beating and sky-pointing.

All the while King's die-hard fans looked on in sympathy as the big man laid in the middle of the ring. His usually dominant, tanned body was curled into a ball, with his large, golden gloved hands clutching at his crotch. His blue trunks had been extended, stretched beyond repair due to all the harsh pulling. With the loose, ruined blue fabric spilling out around his fingers, and loud agonized moans of pain resonating from under the man's mask, King's fans had to wonder.

Would he ever have the balls to challenge Bad-Boy Rey again?

END