Karla “Ray” Reinhardt vs Panther Risako (Apex Qualifier)

[Monsy]

Standard Match - Apex Qualifier.
Victory via: Pinfall, Submission or Knockout.
The result will go towards the character's required matches.

The lights dimmed to welcome the opening thumps of the Reinhardts’s music. An instrumental cocktail, picked up by choir voice, then dropped into a crescendo of electric guitar. A set of spotlights danced in a circle around the stage, then congregated to catch the opening glimpse of the Reinhardt’s golden boot tips. That cherry lipstick grin, velvet mane and sharp gaze that looked down on all in attendance brought the crowds into boos that trickled throughout her song. Karla stopped at the ramp, sneering at all with a tipped-up chin. Her eyes rolled and she continued down the ramp with a dignified strut.

“This is an Apex Qualifier match, scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Hamburg Germany, weighing one-hundred and thirty-eight pounds and standing at five foot two, she’s yooooooooooooooooooour main event, Karla Ray Reinhardt! K!! R!! R!!” The crowd jeered, and Karla gave another passing eyeroll, throwing up half-folded arms out to the side, palms up and presenting herself to the scowling masses.

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She reached ringside and planted a boot on the first stair, but then a particular voice stuck out. “You suck! You Suck!” A particular young woman shouted, brown hair, skinny and about as tall as the Reinhardt. Slowly, she turned head, peering over-shoulder to give them a passing sneer. The young woman continued, and Karla turned around to walk to the barricade. They continued to chant the same thing; right in her face of all things. She didn’t say anything, but made two hammerfists, placed them beneath her eyes and rolled them back and forth to make the crying gesture, and her bottom lip rolled out. But they instead got louder and started strutting out their index finger towards Karla’s face. Too close… Karla’s hands slowly fell towards her side, bottom lip came in and she stopped blinking. Suddenly, she lurched her upper-half at them, but stopped before any contact. The shock made them flinch, and they tripped over their chair, falling onto her back on the other side. Karla put her hands on the barricade, looking over with a twitching eyebrow and stern expression, and spat by their head for a lasting reminder. "Puh!!"

When she turned around, she laughed, dismissing them and the ire of the front row with a hand wave as she scaled up those steps, finger-snapping to bring the referee over who sat on the middle rope to allow Karla’s entry into the ring. She shoved them away once inside, not even bothering to look at them as she took the ring’s heart, then started to fix her looks, first her hair, then pulling at the creases of her leotard to make sure it was nice and snug on her toned body without any wrinkles or rips. Now it was just to wait for her opponent…

[PrinceArjuna332]

Risako Sakuma was going to have her Apex qualifier match tonight, and she would be facing Karla "Ray" Reinhardt. She had heard and seen her before, though this would be the first time for her to meet her in the ring. Clad in her leotard, Risako got ready for the match, waiting in the locker room before it was time for her to make her entrance. Panther Risako made her way out to the ramp, her music played as her name was announced by the announcer.

Panther Risako

Unlike Karla, Risako was cheered by the crowd, and the Queen of the Ring waved her hand as she walked down the ramp, heading over to the ring where she would be facing her opponent. She winked at one section of the audience before she finally reached the ring, and after climbing up the apron, she slipped through the ropes and entered the ring. Standing tall, Risako looked at the direction of her opponent, noting that she seemed pretty capable.

Risako decided to wait for the match to begin, doing some light stretches and warm-up, showing off her body for the crowd. Despite already being a mother of one, she still maintained quite a figure that many women would envy. After hopping on the balls of her feet for a bit, Risako then got herself ready, waiting for the referee to call the bell. All the while, she maintained her gaze on the redhead before her, trying to ascertain her before starting the match.

[Monsy]

The crowd’s reaction to this woman’s presence was enough to make her annoyed. It’s always the other person who gets cheered. Karla just couldn’t grasp how little brain cells they must have to possess such a habit. Panther was taller than her, that much she saw when they shared the ring. Considerably taller. Both in stature and in presence that made her nape hair stand. This woman was a pose machine with a figure that inspired a gold rush for camera shots. Karla looked left and right, the glower setting in more and more they cheered. “Lets get hellos over with.” She mumbled under her breath, and took steps forward to delay the start of this match.

She stopped before the veteran, then outstretched and raised her arm, presenting the back of her hand. Karla’s head tipped up and she had an unamused, neutral expression with a raised brow. A bit of annoyance cusped her twitching upper-lip, and she waited for the obvious courtesy a Reinhardt should always receive. “Karla Ray Reinhardt. Go on now, Hundchen…” Her hand flickered at them, looking expectantly.

Whether they indulged in the act of kissing their hand, reacted with disgust or even just did nothing, Karla’s patience would eventually run thin, or perhaps not at all, and this was her gambit to embarrass the crowd’s beloved. It’s difficult to measure, but the Reinhardt would act by swinging her other hand and aiming to disrespect them with a slap across the face.

[PrinceArjuna332]

Risako watched her opponent, studying her as she tried to ascertain her. Now that the two of them were standing before each other, Risako looked at Karla who held out her hand, presenting her the back of her hand as if expecting her to kiss it. Risako looked at the hand for a bit before she gave Karla a rather unimpressed look.

Of course, Karla then decided to suddenly swing her other hand at Risako, trying to slap her right across her face. Thankfully for the Queen of the Ring, she saw that coming, and making use of her well-honed reflexes, she would try to catch the incoming hand, grabbing it before quickly giving it a twist, looking to put Karla into a wrist lock.

"Panther Risako. A pleasure to meet you." Risako said with a hint of sarcasm in her tone. The match had even began, as the bell hadn't been sounded yet. After giving Karla's wrist a twist, she would try to transition it into a hammerlock, bringing Karla's arm to her back, putting pressure right on her arm and shoulder.

[Monsy]

Call it impulse or they just had a really slappable face. She had so much freedom to strike whom she pleased, the word no was often a foreign concept and an itch she couldn’t quite control beyond spite. So when they caught her hand, the surprise written on Karla’s face was pure. Her eyes went fight and she flinched, then winced when they twisted her wrist. The pain was sharp and convincing. She lurched forward, growled and looked up, “You disrespectful… Nngh…”

The hammerlock transition was flawless. “NGH.” Karla’s arm was folded and the pain overflowed from her wrist, into her forearm, bicep, tricep, then pinched inside her shoulder for a numbing burn. She leaned to the side, puffing anger-filled breaths. Leaning more into her seized side, Karla’s gritted face peeped out to find the referee, then swiped her arm towards them to no avail. She pointed, “You! Gnat! Do your job and get this hundchen off! She can’t do this! It’s insolence! The bell hasn’t even rung! It has not! Not! Not!” Karla’s tone was loud and grating like she was yelling at the top of her lungs.

It was a fuss to kick-up a minor dust storm - as just as eyes of the referee were glued on her face, Karla’s leg swung back and aimed to crotch-blow Panther Risako!

[PrinceArjuna332]

Successfully catching Karla's arm before putting her into a wrist lock and then a hammerlock, Risako would make sure that her red-haired opponent was having a hard time there for her impertinence. If she knew with whom she was dealing with, Risako was certain that her opponent might not even think of doing this. Or perhaps she was just this arrogant that she never thought anything about her actions. Regardless, Risako would continue putting pressure into the hold, giving a hard time for her opponent.

But then, Risako didn't see what was coming next as Karla suddenly swung her leg back and hit her with a low blow right at her crotch. "MURGKHH!!!" Her eyes widened as she immediately let go of Karla's arm as she brought her hands onto her crotch. She fell down onto her knees, too stunned to do anything. And with the match hadn't started yet, Karla technically didn't break any rule yet. Even the referee was stunned by this, and the bell hadn't been sounded yet.

[Monsy]

Doing what was honourable wasn’t even a thought that crossed the mind of a businesswoman. They were there for results. And while she’s spent her younger days within a combat sport, the same doctrine applied. She knew, just from her preview, what these people did or would not do. And well, she loved exploiting every crevice. It made her feel smart, powerful, invincible in all manners as she made yet another girl fall to her knees. Karla wrung out her arm, stopped, combed her hands through her hair then looked back over-shoulder. She stepped, grabbed the referee by the shirt collar and yanked them over as Karla pushed her knee into Panther’s chest, trying to shove them onto their back. “Ring the bell! Ring it now! Ring it! Ring it!” Karla shouted, at the top of her lungs, quick and with a hurried breath. Then she let go, and the referee adjusted themselves, reluctant, stunned, miffed and confused… But their hand did gesture for it, and the bell was sounded.

Kalra was quick to pounce on Panther, hoping to mount their stomach, then put both hands against their face as she smirked ear-to-ear, with self-satisfaction overflowing that she laughed loud for all ears. Now the ref need only count this attempted pinfall, and announce the Reinhardt’s assured victory.

[PrinceArjuna332]

It was such a painful experience for Risako after she took the sudden low blow from Karla, who urged the referee to sound the bell, starting the match while she was in no shape to fight back. She was shoved down onto her back by Karla, laid out on the mat. When the bell was finally sounded, Karla pounced onto the still recovering Risako, mounting her stomach and putting her hands against her face. Risako knew that she was in trouble, but she wasn't going to let her opponent win with such method, and she quickly mustered her strength to fight back against the pain as she heard the referee counting for the pin.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

At the count of two, Risako would kick out of the pin, breaking it. Still in pain, she would try to shove Karla off of her, hoping to give herself enough space to recover. "Ghhh... y-you little..." She groaned out, clearly upset of what Karla had done to her.

[Monsy]

There was to be no better statement than winning in record time against a woman of this stature. She’d let nothing foil her plans - and the moment she connected - the rush was electric. So close she came, mounting them, putting them down like her conquest. The pin was counted with Karla’s head nodding, “FASTER!” She barked. But it broke. Her voice descended into a growl, “TCH! FINE!” The anger over-boiled into white-knuckled fists. And Panther’s shove was just the single step to feed Karla’s wrath. It sent her off - but she was quick to recoup and stand over them.

She took her boot and tried stomping into their stomach, “I tried being merciful, hundchen!” Then she stomped again, “Now!” Stomp, “I’ll just have to beat you, callously!” Stomp! “Completely!” Stomp! “And utterly one-sidedly!” Then her knee lifted to its full extent, right against her chest - then dropped, trying for one more climatic stomp into their chest!

[PrinceArjuna332]

It seemed that Risako had just angered Karla here for refusing to lose in such a way. Karla had risen up onto her feet before she proceeded to stomp right into her belly, and Risako was unable to defend herself as she took those brutal stomps without being able to defend herself.

"AAGHH!! UOOGHH!! MMGHHH!!"

Then, Karla capped it off with a stomp to her chest, which left Risako devastated. "GGHHHH!!" She gasped for air, and the crowd booed the redhead. Risako was completely under Karla's mercy, and from the look of it, Karla didn't seem to be in any mood for mercy.