Karina Rine Vs. Karla Reinhardt

[Ghost]

After such a blow, perhaps some might still be considering that Karina would awaken from her downed state and bring the pain back to Karla, in a more vengeful way after the cheap attack with the weapon. There wasn't any movement from karina though, not a single twitch given as Karla was the one now showing signs of life. Karina didn't protest as the woman rolled her onto her back, soon even going across Karina to make sure Karina remaining there and went for the pin attempt. This time there were no words, growls or motions coming from Karina to prevent even the first count from happening.

It was dead silence, with Karina not even being awake as the blow had knocked her out cold. After so much damage done in this match, it was obvious that her defenses were both non existence and her fatigue was at an all time high. The referee wasn't even planning to check on her since the pin count came right after, a decision had to be made and the fall count seemed like a faster choice than checking up right now.

The first count came and there was no response from Karna, no vocal or physical resistance that could stop the pin or even give Karla the thought that she might awaken from the forced slumber.

" TWO! "

[Monsy]

A strong breeze would be able to knock her over. She was clambered jello, held together by sheer luck of gravity as she mounted the one, an arm reached out as her only saviour. A hand dialled inside her hair, and she breathed like an overheating dog. The sweat made it all so complete.

“ THREE! ” DING! DING! DING!

That sound did her in. She collapsed onto her side, landing beside Karina, spread-eagle with her limbs flopping in all directions. She heaved with her chest. And out. Her eyes dangled to Karina’s side profile. It tightened up her throat so much that she suddenly found an inch of strength. The referee was at their side, soon tending to Karina’s unconscious state. Karla meanwhile rolled beneath the ropes, sitting on the apron with her back against the ropes.

Her face switched between tightened and relaxed. Her nose curled and eyelids rolled into folds as the pain inside her gut, back and just about everywhere made the thought of standing almost torture of its own. But then… Something that couldn’t get anything but a fresh of boos was her sneer. That cocky grin that loved to make it seem like it was all too easy. That invincible façade that was just laid vulnerable for all eyes. From a helpless child swinging blind, back to the tyrant she mimicked the confidence of.

She kicked off the apron and landed with a yelp, stumbling and slamming into the barricade for balance. Karla bit her lower-lip, but pushed up, shivering on her legs - then starting to use the metal to walk herself to the back. This fight did a war on her frame. It wouldn't take long for her to reach backstage and collapse into the nearest arms. If not arms, then a couch. If not a couch, then the cold concrete.

Winner by Pinfall: Karla Ray Reinhardt 2-1