King vs Marduk (Tekken)

	The lights were dim inside the old, empty gym, save for a single bright spotlight shining down and illuminating the old training ring in the center.

King stood on one side, stretching the old, grey colored ropes. The muscular Mexican wrestler wore a simple attire: trunks, elbow pads, gloves, knee pads and boots, all black aside from his signature Jaguar mask.

Marduk, in an attire just like King's, only forest green, stared across the ring at his tag team partner's back, admiring the toned, bronzed and tapered muscles of that wide back, and even the way those large glutes popped out, even spilling from the bottom corners of the jaguar's attire.

"You really use this old place to train? I would have thought a rich cat like you, running a whole business, would have much flashier private arenas."

King stopped stretching and turned, seeming to glare at Marduk even through the unchanging eyes of his mask, before walking up and pointing a single finger into one of Marduk's large pectorals, letting out a beastly growl.

"Okay, an ORPHANAGE!" Marduk corrected himself. "Surely they pay you something! The government, I mean? We're the tag team champions! Do you have any idea how embarrassing it would be for us to get caught training in a dingy old place like this?"

King put his hands on his hips, and simply stared at Marduk.

"I mean, it HAS charm!" Marduk backtracked. "A-And I'm sure it made a GREAT place for you to train, you know, back when..." Marduk reached up to scratch the back of his head, looking down. "You and the first King... and... Armor King... used to train together." He grumbled. Then silence overtook the room.

King stepped up, and then slapped a gloved hand onto Marduk's pec, patting it reassuringly a couple times, before reaching his other arm around to give the bigger man a slap on the back in a quick, masculine hug. Marduk looked at King, forcing a smirk. "Hey, don't be going soft on me now!" He grinned.

King finished the embrace and stepped back, letting out another growl before jutting his fingertip into Marduks abs.

"I AM NOT THE ONE GOING SOFT!" Marduk shouted in anger. King's chest could be seen raising in a bit of a chuckle, before he shrugged his shoulders and started walking back towards his corner.

Teasing aside, Marduk should have been able to take King easily when they first fought, due to his animosity and muscle mass. It was clear that the big man needed discipline, and that's exactly what King was going to give to him today.

"Ready when you are!" Marduk smiled, already beginning to hunch over in anticipation. In return, King pointed his finger at his opponent, before giving the thumbs up, signaling the start of the match!

The two circled a bit, with Marduk soon raising in speed, followed effortlessly by King. Marduk's fingers wiggled, eyes locked on King's mask, before he glanced down, suddenly snatching at and pulling onto the waistband of King's trunks! With a confused groan, King found himself pulled into his massive tag team partner's arms in an immediate, arm trapped bearhug!

King tilted his head to the side, the eyes of the mask caught on Marduk's grinning face as if to say "What? A power move? Surely you know I'm too big for this!" Only for Marduk to read his partner's mind. "YEAH! You thought you were too big for me to trap!? Well I've been hitting the gym extra hard, kitty cat!" He cranked up the pressure on King's spine, coaxing out a roar as the victim's bronzed chest pressed upward towards Marduk's chin!

King squirmed, already beginning to sweat under the hot light as he legs kicked idly at the bigger man's shins.

That simple writhing turned into aggressive struggling as the big man proceeded to lift King higher, ragdolling the heavy luchador as if he were just a wrestling dummy! King wrapped his legs around Marduk's waist, attempting to stop his body from flailing, though his back continued to be painfully arched!

"Come on King! Don't tell me I'm about to put you out with just one move! AHAHAHA!" Marduk roared with glee into King's unchanging mask, sensing his partner's worry.

"Maybe you just got lucky the first time we fought, hm? Maybe I've been carrying this team the whole time! HAHA! MAYBE I'VE OUTGROWN MY PARTNER! HAHAHAHA!" Marduk's laughter was like thunder in King's ears, each syllable resulting in a bounce of King's body in that iron grip, sending repeated jolts down King's spine!

Then, finally, King slipped one of his sweaty arms free! Then the other! Reaching both hands up, he gripped Marduk's head, though it didn't stop the big beast of a man from laughing. "Aww what're you gonna do pretty boy? Kiss me?" He continued that same, roaring laughter.

King pulled his head back, ready to smash forward, only to let out a loud groan as his back was suddenly yanked, increasing the pressure and causing the luchador's entire body to tense!

"COME ON KING! This is PATHETIC!" Marduk sneered now. "I THINK I'M REALLY ABOUT TO BREAK YOUR BACK! YOU'VE GONE SOFT ON ME BOY!"

Meanwhile King's body only continued to tense, further and further, as if getting crushed from all angles. Soon enough the luchador's eyes felt like they were rolling back, jaw seeming to drop, as a quiet groan of pure agony began to croak out from the victim's throat.

"I NEVER SHOULD HAVE LOST THAT FIRST FIGHT! IT WAS A FLUKE!!!" Marduk screamed into King's mask, only being met with those increasingly loud, creaking groans.

"COME ON YOU PUSSY! AT LEAST MAKE IT ENTERTAIN-"

The loud, thunderous words were cut off by an even louder, hard smack of King's masked head straight into Marduk's forehead, breaking the hold, and dropping both men onto the floor in a heavy crash!

Although dazed and clutching his forehead, Marduk was quick to return to his feet; the same couldn't be said for King, who had barely managed to roll onto all fours, with one hand rubbing his throbbing, arched back.

"About time you show some backbone! Now stand up! It's time for round 2!" Marduk stomped up to stand behind his injured partner. "And for fucks sake stop arching your back! I don't know whether to fight you or fuck you!" Marduk let out another hearty laugh as he planted his boot onto King's ass and uncerimoniously shoved him towards the ground, before turning and walking back to his own corner.

It took awhile, with more crawling than King would like to admit, but the luchador finally reached his corner and pulled himself back to his feet, one hand still on his lower back as he turned to face his smug, cocky partner.

"If you don't do better this time, I might REALLY have to take you to the hospital, you know! Round two, START!" Marduk shouted, before charging across the ring at full speed!

Although still sore, King managed to use it to his advantage, playing possum and feigning slowness until just the last moment, where he ducked out of the way and sent Marduk crashing, shoulder first, between the second and third ropes! Then, before Creg could so much as finish groaning, King stood behind him, arms wrapped around that big waist, and squatted down before springing up, sending Marduk out of the corner and flying across the ring to land straight on the back of his neck in a German suplex!

"YEOOOW!" Marduk howled out, remaining curled up, ass over head, like a more comical version of a turtle on it's back, as King pounced, mounting the big man and looking for an early pin, pressing those ankles down hard enough to make Marduk's boots touch the mat!

"GET OFF ME!!! GET OFF!!!" Marduk managed to explode out of the pin, rolling onto all fours with minimal grace. Meanwhile King was thrown forward, doing a hand stand flip onto his feet with the grace of a gazelle, a move reminiscent of the first Armor King.

Before Marduk could stand erect, King leaped across his back, wrapping his legs around the bigger man's torso once more, this time in a rear chokehold! Marduk thrashed his arms, stomping like a giant in an agitated attempt to throw his assailant off!

"I SAID!!! GET OFF!!! YOU DAMN MONKEY!!!" Marduk tried gripping at King's mask, and almost found a solid grip, until all of a sudden, a sharp pain struck the large male, right between the legs!

"AHH!!! AAAAHHH!!!" Marduk's wide eyed scream was accompanied by him reaching down, to find both of King's black boots had sandwhiched his manhood between their soles, effectively crushing and squeezing his most vulnerable area!

"KING!!! YOUR. FUCKING. BOOTS!!!" Marduk cried, only for King to let out a confused groan, seeming to raise an eyebrow and seperating his feet after realizing what he'd been doing.

"Ugh! Fuck! My BOYS!" Marduk's thrashing had slowed down until hitting a complete stop, the big man panting with one hand still tending to his injured manhood. Meanwhile King stayed latched on, python-like forearm squeezing Marduk's windpipe, refusing to back down!

"Ugh! Uhhh..." Marduk's eyelid twitched, then both eyes winced, starting to grow heavy, until finally, the big man fell to his knees. Only then, with his tag team partner on the verge of unconsciousness, did King let go of the hold. Immediately, Marduk gasped for air, clutching at his throat and coughing as he continued to kneel. "Fuck! FUCK KING! WHY'D YOU KEEP IT ON SO LONG!? If I didn't know any better I-" Suddenly there was an armpit clamped over Marduk's mouth, with King replacing his rear naked choke with a dragon sleeper! Before Marduk had time to react, King fell back, bringing Marduk's large body backwards to land with his back atop of King's chest, but with his legs still bent akwardly at the knee, preventing his escape!

King roared and Marduk screamed, but it only served to tickle the sweaty pits of his tag team partner as the dominant male cranked up the pressure! Meanwhile King secured the hold further, by re-wrapping his legs around the now familiar spot of Marduk's waist.

"W-WHAT'RE YOU DOING?!?!? WHYYYY?" Marduk shouted and snarled into that pit, neck flexing like a bull's, but King only continued to crank on the pressure of the hold. Marduk's hopes may have raised when King started to eventually soften his grip, only for the big man's heart to sink and screams to resurface as King reapplied the pressure, alternating between gentle and forceful pressure in an ongoing attempt to break his partner down to his core.

"AWW FUCK!!! FUCK!!! KING, PLEASE!!!" Marduk screamed into that pit, to which King only roared back, keeping up the pressure, now unbudging, like a statue, or an anaconda snaked around it's prey.

Marduk's eyes were wide, and possibly leaking tears. It was hard to tell with all the armpit sweat running down his face and into his mouth. He flailed and thrashed, as violently as he could muster in his extremely bound and limited position, before finally, those arms fell flat at his sides, knocked out.

Immediately King released the hold, hearing his partner's unconscious breathing begin atop him. King laid there, pinned underneath the heavy weight of the big body for a moment, panting himself from all the exhaustion.

Then finally, King pressed his boot into Marduk's ass, shoving the unconscious body off of him to lay face down in the center of the dingy old ring. King then stood, wiping sweat off his chest and flinging it onto Marduk's back, before stepping outside the ring and making his way to the showers.

When Marduk awoke sometime later, he would find a note on his chest, along with two ten dollar bills. With dazed vision, he angrily shook his head clear and read the words, hastily scribbled on:

"Use the money to get a cab, and spend the time waiting to think about what you've done.

Disrespect me or my gym again, and I'll do more than just knock you out!

- Sincerely, your one true King."

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- Sincerely, your one true King."

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