Karen S. Vs. Gil - Friendship

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Karen couldn't stop to talk to Gil. Not only did she lack the breath and energy to, but had she even paused to consider what she'd say to her former friend, Karen would have lost. There would be absolutely no way in which she could continue throwing herself with such reckless abandon at Gil in an effort to beat her black and blue. Not when she'd stop to let the fact that she knew she was the wrong party in this wash entirely over her!

No, Karen would push aside all thought as she rose, with her face red and a little bruised from Gil's violent thrusts against the canvas. Turning with a haze to her vision, Karen wouldn't even pause to stabilize herself as she raised her right leg up and high.

In an effort to drive her big boot into Gil's midriff, before the middleweight even knew that Karen was rising!

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Gil pleaded for answers, but Karen had no interest in talking, or she just had nothing to say at all, but even the smallest response would have meant something to Gil, she couldn't stand conflict, especially not when she had no idea what caused it to begin with...!

Gil leaned against the ropes and gasped for air, she had surprised herself in a way she didn't like, she never thought she would be able to bring herself to cause that kind of hurt to someone, had she changed? Was that why Karen was upset?

"...I- AGH!" Gil's attention came back to Karen from her own thoughts, only to be dealt a crushing blow to the gut, so powerful that she could barely even cling to the ropes as she fell down to her knees. She coughed and gasped for air, searching for the words to say again, but even if she knew what to say now, she couldn't.

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Karen paced off of the momentum from her own boot, with her mind still racing purely by her own will. She couldn't stop to think, not now!

Cutting the distance with Gil the moment she'd stopped running off her pace, Karen extended her hands with deadly intent. Despite the referees warnings, Karen would look to not only lock her fingers around her former friends throat, but she'd look to actively force Gil away from the ropes!

Though such a blatant use of the throttling would earn the ire of the referee all the same, as Karen continued briefly to force the life from Gil's poor frame! With her hands squeezing in all the tighter, before all at once she'd heave Gil high up into the sky!

With her own legs ready to collapse as she brought Gil down to earth - with Karen looking to drive the much smaller gal straight into the canvas with a sit-out, double handed chokeslam!

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Gil hacked, desperate to catch a clean breath of air after the blow to her gut, but there was no mercy or grace periods here, it was all in, do or die now, and Karen wasn't about to lose this! She took charge while she could and grabbed Gil by her throat, lifting her up into the air, her legs kicked as her hands clutched at Karen's own wrists, she seemed to hang there forever before...

SLAM

Gil was disregarded, slammed into the mat with backsplitting force that nearly took everything Gil had left in the tank out of her! Now all that she could do was breath, though labored, she could barely move, she could roll from one side to the other, but she was completely broken down.

She curled onto her side, her hands moved to her throat as she took in deep breaths. Winning, losing, what did it really matter now? She wanted to win at the start, but now, was it really worth all of this? The pain physically was bearable, despite her writhing on the mat, it wasn't the worst thing she was feeling. How could she even win this now? Defeating Karen wasn't winning, knowing why any of this was happening was all she wanted, and without that, could she really say she had a chance at winning this at all?

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The referee was in amidst her demands for Karen to loosen her grip, when her transition into the chokeslam earned a gasp from not only the official but the crowd alike!

Driving Gil into the canvas with all the bit of force she could muster, Karen's sit-out ending to the move only left her with one direction to follow. Releasing her grip of her former friends throat, Karen would bring her hands under and around Gil's legs before pushing them up above Gil's head. It would be a perfectly neat fold, with Gil's body now nastily contorted into something of a tight package. One the referee would pick up on, as she slid besides the two of them with her hand raised high.

For Gil's shoulders were flat! So it was time to see if the pinfall would reach the end of the three count!

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"1...!"

Gil barely just felt the tap of the mat beside her as the ref began to count, her ears rang and her vision blurred, she only had one thing left to do. Fight, fight with everything she had left, even if she had to run on fumes she had to do something.

"2...!"

Her legs had been folded up over her head, her rear into the air as Karen had folded the flexible Gil into a rather uncomfortable looking position. She turned her head to the side, showing the first sign of life since being crushed like a soda can against the canvas. Her fingers wiggled and her toes curled, it was like she was caught in sleep paralysis, only just barely able to move, until...

The ref was on the downward swing, ready to finish the count when Gil jolted to life for only a moment, like and electric shock just shot through her body! Her shoulders rose of the mat and her legs pushed Karen off of her and fell back down against the mat. She stayed flat, laying on her back looking up at the rafters of the arena, chest heaving up and down.

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Karen was hoping that Gil would accept defeat, if only so that she could go home and wallow in the mental torment of this entire feud whilst at the same time qualifying for the Openweight belt. Her former friend of course wouldn't fall so easily - with Gil's own hopes of obtaining Openweight glory perhaps spurring her on. Or perhaps she was simply looking to beat the answers out of Karen, for why she had done all of this?!

Turning to the referee as the official affirmed that Gil had kicked out in time, Karen shook her head. If Gil wouldn't lay neatly on her back for the three count, then there was only one thing for it. She'd simply have to force her to give in!

Reaching down, Karen moved with her signature strength to grasp onto Gil's leg before effortlessly lifting the former girl fully off the mat with it! Her biceps would flex as Gil dangled in the air like a picked-vegetable, before Karen looked to seamlessly fold and bend that clenched leg over the back of her own neck!

She was looking to wrench the limb of Gil something wicked, in a stretch muffler submission hold! One she would have absolutely no qualms in adjusting into her signature variant - The Seong Stretch - if Gil still refused to concede!

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With literal milliseconds to spare, Gil managed to kick out of the pin, much to the shock of the crowd! Some roared in support of Gil, others stood in stunned silence, others heckled, wanting Karen to take it all.

Gil had given herself another chance, she took what little time she was given to recover, her body finally started to act right again, she tried to sit up but she stalled to long! Karen took her by her leg and lifted her up, dangling her upside down with her superior strength...!

"...Ah..." Gil huffed, her hands searched for something to cling onto when her leg was bent crudely to send another jolt of pain through her body! Karen would be forced to contort Gil further and further as she winced and yelped in pain, her shrill voice enough to pierce the ears of anyone too close. She wasn't giving in, she would never dream of it, no matter how much torment she went through!

Gil mustered up her strength, letting out a guttural cry as she lifted herself up, do what most resembled a sit up using her one leg that hung over Karen as the only leverage she had, her core burnt as tears fell from her eyes from the terrible pain she had just inflicted onto herself before she wrapped her arms around Karen's head, keeping herself up in an awkward position. "...ENOUGH, ENOUGH, ENOUGH." Gil cried out, grabbing a fist-full of hair with one hand while the other drove weak jabs into the side of Karen's head.

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Karen watched close, or rather as closely as she could whilst maintaining a stretch muffler. Not only was she struggling to lock a steady gaze on Gil given her head was wobbling back and forth in her powerful lift, but Gil's face was mostly away from her. She'd have to go off the way Gil's body was reacting - specifically how much she was spasming in pure pain! For that was the best tell whether or not Gil was about to finally give in!

That, and her endless loud screams of course!

With her body flexed fully as she worked Gil's leg, Karen was already stretching out one hand in hopes of locking up Gil's own. If she could restrain those wrists of her foe, she'd be able to transition the stretch muffler into her more unique, signature variant. One that would certainly bring about an end to this!

Only Gil had no desire to be restrained, nor to dangle simply by her leg whilst Karen torqued and torqued it. Nay, instead she rose up with her flexibility put to great use, before she began to unload on Karen's head!

Karen could stifle none of the punches what with her arms completely busy, meaning Gil was given free reign to bruise and batter her! Try as she might to endure, the desperate strikes of Gil found their mark again and again, with one final jab forcing Karen to release!

With her body stumbling back as her hands rubbed down her cheeks, after unceremoniously dropping Gil on her shoulders!

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Gil had completely abandoned her natural techniques and opted for trying anything to survive another second in the ring. She winced through the pain and let out screams to try and battle through it, pulling herself up to begin punching the side of Karen's head! With no way to guard it or adjust, Karen had to cut her loses again and drop Gil down onto the mat!

Gil wanted to lay there and rest again, but she couldn't, every second was precocious, she had to fight now. Gil limped up onto her feet, putting all her weight onto one leg while the other was barely having any weight put onto it.

While Karen rubbed her face, Gil took action, putting bend in her knees then launching off of her good leg, spearing herself head first at Karen's gut as she stood near the ropes, ramming her horn first and hoping to tumble her out of the ring...!