This is another request by Vnagandr, but I thought I would take advantage of the opportunity to make this a sequel to Research Ransom. It's basically the same concept, only this time it's with Lars lol.

Oh, and very big shoutout to biggest requester Vnagandr, one of my favorite people. Your insane requests give me life : )

Katarina was a predator. When she saw someone she wanted, she relentlessly pursued them and waited for any opportune moment to present itself. She did this at least once a week, even more if she was feeling particularly ravenous. And this week...she was.

"Mmm mmm, that Julia was some sweet ass..." Katarina giggled to herself as she strolled down the sidewalk. It had been two days since her conquest of the beautiful scientist, but now she was feeling that urge again...

"Man, why am I so horny?" Katarina said aloud. "Hmm... what should I do now? I've already had some pie, so maybe a nice fat cock will satisfy me..."

And at that very moment, almost as if fate had foretold it, a very attractive man with huge blonde hair came strolling by, his hands in his pockets and a calm look on his face as if there were no problems in the world.

Katarina lowered her sunglasses to get a good look at him: huge hair aside, the man was extremely fit. His muscles rippled through his gray t shirt, which hugged his torso and emphasized his huge pecs and nipples. As he walked by Katarina's eyes went even lower, admiring his firm ass visible by his tight jeans.

"Mmmm... now that's quite a catch."

As soon as she saw the sexy man, Katarina knew that he was going to be her next conquest. She looked up at the sky... it would be dark soon. A grin spread across her face as she turned around and slowly approached the man.

"Excuse me." Katarina said, tapping the man's shoulder. The man turned around and faced her, taking his hands out of his pockets.

"Uhh...hi." he said, wondering why a complete stranger was talking to him.

"And what is your name, cutie?" Katarina said, still grinning.

"It's Lars. Lars Alexandersson."

"Where you from, Lars?"

"Uhh... Sweden?"

"Sweden? Mmm... you know what I love most about Sweden? The meatballs."

Lars jumped slightly when Katarina suddenly grabbed his junk.

"Umm, uhhh, listen! I-I'm already taken, okay?"

"Oh really?" Katarina said in a sultry tone.

"Y-yeah. I'm serious."

"Hmmm...welp, okay. See ya."

Lars walked away at a quickened pace, leaving Katarina with a look of disappointment.

"Ugh, all the good ones are already taken." she grumbled. As he walked away, she stopped and thought hard for a second. How would she go about this? For a man of his build, it would be hard to overpower him. But there were other ways to snag a beast; if only there was some way to make him OWE her...

Suddenly, a thought popped in her head. It would be risky; he seemed dangerous, and she hadn't trained in at least a week. But if she played her cards right, she would come out on top. Honor between fighters is sacred... and the word of a fighter must never be broken.

"Excuse me, mister!" Katarina yelled. Lars reluctantly turned around, this time keeping his hands in his pockets.

"What is it now?" he asked, keeping his distance.

"You look like you stay in shape. Do you fight?"

That got Lars's attention. "Well, as a matter fact, yeah! In fact, I'm gonna be in the King of Iron Fist Tournament 7."

"You don't say! So am I!"

Lars looked Katarina up and down. "Uhhh... no offense, but... you don't look like a fighter."

"I'm more of a lover than a fighter, hee hee. But you shouldn't underestimate me by any means. Say, how would you feel about a little sparring session to prepare for the tournament?"

Lars looked up at the sky. "Now? It's kinda dark."

"But when are we gonna see each other again? Cmoooon, it'll be quick..."

Lars scratched his head a few times. "Well... okay, I guess it wouldn't hurt."

"Great! Everything is going as planned..." Katarina snickered.

"What did you say?" Lars asked, his eyebrow raised,

"Nothing! Now then, why don't we... raise the stakes a little?"

Lars got kind of nervous when he saw Katarina's mischievous smirk. He thought about saying no right then and there... but on the other hand, this was a great opportunity to test his skills. And besides, she didn't look that tough anyway. With her black bra hanging out and super low pants exposing her whale tail, she looked more like a hooker than a martial artist.

"Very well then." Lars finally replied. "What did you have in mind?"

"If you land a clean hit on me... then I'll owe you a favor. If I land a clean hit on you, you owe ME."

"Well, that sounds fair... okay, you're on!"

Katarina's smirk grew wider. "Perfect. Now, I trust you to keep your word. On your honor as a fighter, yes?"

"Of course! Who do you think I am?" Lars replied, a hint of anger in his voice as if he had been insulted.

"Then without further ado, let's get started! First one to get hit loses!"

The two of them slowly circled each other, scanning every little movement and shift in stance. Katarina analyzed Lars down to his molecules, determining the quickest and easiest way to land a hit. He was definitely more powerful than she was, but the odds were in her favor; she didn't have to WIN this fight, and that's just the way she wanted it.

Lars lunged forward with a slashing elbow, which Katarina raised her arms high to block. He transitioned to a knee, which was easily checked by Katarina's powerful leg. Finally, he went high with a roundhouse, which whizzed past Katarina's head as she swayed back. Lars kept up his momentum by spinning around and delivering a vicious 1-2 combination that went low and high. Katarina blocked it, but the raw power of Lars's strikes still staggered her.

Katarina stumbled backwards as she tried to maintain distance with leg and body kicks. But Lars was relentless, and he kept coming forward. Katarina was worried, but at the same time aroused; Lars was a wild beast, and she was going to tame him.

Katarina threw a sweep kick, which Lars stumbled backwards to avoid, then she rained an axe kick down on his head. Lars stepped back, and the kick hit nothing but air. Lars lunged and threw a mid punch, then spun around and delivered an overhead elbow. Katarina's arms were starting to ache from blocking the deadly strikes.

"Time to end this..." Katarina muttered.

Lars lunged forward and threw a wide backhand, which Katarina ducked under. With a smirk, she brought her high heeled shoe down on Lars's toe.

"Yeeauuuugh!" Lars cried. Pain flooded through his toe, causing him to immediately grab it and start hopping.

Katarina spun her body around, gathering momentum. At the peak of her spin, she leaped high and delivered a flying straight kick to Lars's forehead. Lars fell to the ground, dazed.

"Uh oh, somebody didn't mind their footwork." Katarina snickered.

"Ughh...ugh..." Lars groaned. He was extremely blurry.

Katarina walked up to him and bent over with a smirk, getting in his face.

"Time to pay up. You're MINE now, you Swedish hottie."

Lars only heard half of that before falling unconscious.