Karen Adams vs Bruna Wrex - Like a Wrecking Ball

[DropKix]

Match type: Hardcore
Victory conditions: Pinfall, submission, knockout
Rules: No disqualifications or count-outs. Weapons available under the ring.

Bruna Wrex was halfway laced into her boots when the dull, rhythmic pounding of bass from the arena started vibrating through the concrete walls backstage. Her lips curled into a savage grin, a flash of teeth under the harsh, unforgiving lights. That was her cue: time to destroy, dominate, win.

Entrance Theme - Unbreakable

It was only her second match in LAW, but it carried everything Bruna had signed up for: Raw pain, relentless violence, and unrestrained chaos, all wrapped in the wild roar of thousands. Hardcore. That single word tightened a hunger deep inside her. A low chuckle rumbled in her throat as she slammed her fist into her palm, the echo hungry and hard. Then she exploded off the bench like a freight train, stomping toward the curtain with the weight of a charging bull. Her broad shoulders swayed as she strutted down the ramp, chest thrust out, muscles rippling under her black electric wrestling gear.

Bruna Wrex

She flexed, letting the crowd catch a glimpse of raw power, the biceps like steel cables, legs like tree trunks. She raised both fists, pounding her massive chest as the roar of the audience feeds her fire. The spotlight follows her every step, like she owned every inch of that ramp. Stopping dead center, Bruna lifted her chin and let out a guttural roar that shook the rafters. Then she threw her arms wide, soaking in the cheers and jeers of the masses. No one in that arena can ignore her presence. She's too big, too loud, too unstoppable.

With a grin that promises wreckage, she grabs the top rope and hauls herself into the ring with a savage ease, landing with a heavy thump that rattles the canvas. She spins on her heel, flashing a brutal smirk at the crowd before planting her feet wide and cracking her knuckles, ready to tear through whoever dares stand in her path.

"You better be ready to get Wrecked!," she growls, voice low and deadly.

Bruna Wrex towered in her corner, a living wrecking ball coiled and hungry. She’s here to smash, to show, and to leave nothing left standing.

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Karen Adams ran into the locker room. She was very late today because of the heavy traffic in the city. The fight was supposed to start soon. Tina wasn't there either. The German was nervous because time was running out. She had another fight today. It was to be her thirty-fourth official fight at the LAW arena. There was no time to warm up or prepare. She threw her punching bag on a chair and quickly changed into her wrestling uniform; she knew she was running out of time and would be heading to the ring soon. Her opponent was already running to the ring. Karen glanced at the monitor. A smile spread across her face. Karen thought, "Today I'm going to crush your body in front of the audience you're so proudly showing off to..." Karen only knew that her opponent was new to LAW; maybe she'd had one fight? That calmed her down and gave her confidence.

A bottle of water sat on the table. Karen drank it because there was no time for anything else. Then she tied her hair back on top of her head.

At that moment, Karen knew it was time to enter the ring.

Karen took another drink of water and stepped out.

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The music started, and Karen quickly approached the ring. A section of the audience cheered her arrival. Some of the audience liked Karen. As she approached the ring, she glanced at her opponent standing in the ring.

Then she entered the ring, grabbed the top rope, and jumped over it. She kept a close eye on her opponent. She thought, "I'm going to destroy you today, you stupid bitch..."

"The audience will see me crush your body..."

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She glared at her opponent.

She then took off her black T-shirt and threw it into the audience.

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She also tried to flex her muscles and waved to the audience.

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At that moment, she heard the announcer introduce her: "...weighs 85 kg and is 185 cm tall, Karen Adams..."
She walked to the corner, yanked and pulled hard on both ropes, turned to face her opponent, placed one foot on the middle rope and watched her opponent carefully, waiting for the bell to start the fight.

[DropKix]

Bruna didn’t budge when Karen Adams made her way down the ramp and into the ring. She stood in her corner, chest rising slow and steady, eyes fixed on the fellow German like a lion sizing up fresh prey. The flexing, the rope-pulling, the T-shirt toss, none of it fazed her. If anything, it pulled a low, throaty laugh from her.

She took a step forward, rolling her shoulders, her grin splitting into something wider, meaner. “You done with the warm-up, Schlampe?” she called out, voice cutting through the noise. “Or you gonna pose all night before Bruna folds you in half?”

Karen might’ve been a fellow German, but that only made Bruna’s blood run hotter. Same soil. Same toughness. Same pride. This match was more than just some brutish slugfest, it was battle of worth, a fight to prove which of them carried the bigger hammer.

The ref moved between them, arms stretched, giving their final checks. Bruna never took her eyes off Karen, pacing just enough to keep her muscles loose. Her hands flexed at her sides, itching for that first taste of contact.

DING! DING! DING!

The bell cut through the noise, and Bruna exploded forward like she’d been shot out of a cannon. Her boots pounded the canvas, each step chewing up the distance. She hurled her weight into her shoulder, swinging her arms up to lock into a crushing collar-and-elbow tie-up, looking to bully Karen backward from the very first second. No warm-up, no feeling-out, just raw, grinding force to see how much spine the tall German really had when Bruna Wrex was in her face.

[armandi]

The wrestlers were just waiting in their corners for the bell to sound, ready to launch their attacks. Karen assessed her opponent with a glance. The referee briefly outlined the rules of the bout: no disqualification, victory by knockout, pinfall, or submission, and the use of equipment and weapons found in and outside the ring was permitted. Karen listened attentively, a mocking smile spreading across her face. She already had a plan in mind. The German woman also took a step forward.

The referee stood between them and made a final check of the fighters. Hearing what Bruna had to say, Karen only frowned, and knowing it was also the German woman, she replied as if offended: "Heute ist dein letzter Kampf. Du wirst gebrochen und zerstört werden, meine Liebe …" Then she seemed to jump three times. Then the bell sounded. Karen would also have surged forward, fueled by strength and energy, as if she were about to explode at any second. She raised her arms halfway as if to lock horns with her opponent in a test of power.

Ttttchhhhhhh....!!!! Suddenly, Karen's collar and elbow were blocked. However, she didn't plan on being left behind. She immediately blocked her opponent's elbow and collar.The match finally began.
Karen will try to tense her muscles and put pressure on the opponent.

The bodies of the fighting wrestlers have closed in a grip and it will be really very difficult to separate them. Karen will try to push the opponent. The bodies of the fighting wrestlers will initially move in a circle. At the very beginning it will be in the middle of the ring. Karen will try to tense her muscles even more and as if she wants to show her domination. He will slowly try to push the opponent towards the ropes. At first Karen thought, had moved slightly forward, but the feeling was deceptive. The German wrestler tried to push and put pressure on the opponent's body, then as if slightly bending and flexing his muscles.

Even though the fight has only just begun, Karen has sensed that Bruna is putting up a lot of resistance and is trying to block the German wrestler's movements. Karen noticed that the opponent has a lot of strength.

And certainly breaking through this resistance would not be as easy as she thought at first. Karen knew now that it would take a bit more work and strength to break through this resistance and the pressure that her opponent had begun to exert... and knew that she would have to struggle with her a bit to tire her out... She would sigh, then grit her teeth, try to anchor her legs to the mat, and try to exert more pressure...

[DropKix]

Bruna let out a hearty laugh as her boots dug into the canvas, every inch of her thick frame braced against Karen’s forward drive. Muscles bunched and knotted across her shoulders as the two Germans locked horns, the ring groaning under the strain of their combined power.

The German brute felt the strain in every joint and muscle as the lock-up turned into a grinding contest of leverage. Their arms strained, shoulders pressed, chests colliding in a hot, suffocating press of strength on strength. She could feel the raw power Karen was putting into each push, the deliberate flex of her frame, the way her boots dug for purchase.

Karen’s words still hung between them, that smug German dripping with threat. Bruna’s grin only widened, her lips curling back just enough to show teeth. “Wir werden sehen,” she murmured in reply, her tone dark with amusement, before adding in English, “I can not wait to break you, Schwester”

When she felt Karen lean just a little too eagerly into the space, Bruna acted. She broke her left hand free from the collar-and-elbow, ducking it under Karen’s right arm and sliding around to her side. In the same motion, her other hand snapped up to hook behind Karen’s neck, pulling her down while her hip slid across in front. Bruna wrenched her weight low and forward, dragging Karen off-balance in a twisting pivot, attempting to whip her down into a tight side headlock takedown!

If she got her there, Bruna planned to crank hard on the hold, her bicep crushing against Karen’s jaw while her free hand dug in to keep her anchored to the mat. Not a showy move, but one that would grind into Karen’s neck, sap her air, and remind her that in a match with no rules, Bruna had all night to wear her down piece by piece.

[armandi]

The wrestlers' bodies, locked in an embrace, tested each other in this test of power. Karen sensed the power of her opponent. After all, her opponent was significantly heavier than Karen, which was palpable. Aaaaggghhhh...!!!!

It seemed as if Karen had made a small mistake. She had ducked too low, and her opponent had taken advantage. She ripped off her elbow and collar, wrapping the blonde wrestler's neck and head in a side headlock. Karen immediately wrapped her arms around her opponent's waist, planning a counterattack, but Bruna threw Karen to the mat with one violent pull. Uuughhh...!!!!

There was no time to react quickly. Then the blonde felt pressure on her head and neck. "Fuck...!!!" she screamed as Bruna began flexing her biceps and crushing Karen's head and neck. The women's fight featured a typical European wrestling style: elbow, collar, side headlock, and throw to the mat.

Karen tried to concentrate. She knew she couldn't afford to stay in such an awkward position for too long. So she tried to wedge one hand between her opponent's legs and grab her back with the other. If this works, she'll try to throw her opponent's body over the mat in one swift movement, pressing her to the mat in a sort of bridge. She might succeed the first time, but her opponent will surely counter and return to her starting position. Karen will then try to tense her muscles again and, in one swift movement, throw her opponent over again, pressing her to the mat while simultaneously executing a bridge.

Even though her head and neck will still be locked, the referee will surely notice and rush in, seeing her opponent's back pressed to the mat, and initiate the pin. "One...!!!!"

[DropKix]

Bruna felt the shock ripple through her core as Karen heaved into the bridge, the blonde’s strength arching them over and dragging her shoulders to the mat. For the briefest instant her back was flat, the referee dropping to slap the canvas, and a flash of disbelief twisted across Bruna’s face. But Bruna’s response came with a guttural growl. The second slap never came. Bruna kicked hard, boots digging deep into the mat as her back arched off the canvas, thick shoulders rolling and twisting her frame sideways. She tore one arm free, breaking the neat bridge Karen tried to build, and with a roar forced herself onto her hip, refusing to be flattened.

“Pathetic” she spat, her voice ragged with fury as she hauled herself and Karen back upward, dragging her opponent up by the neck locked in her arm. “You think you’re ending this quick? No… you’re not leaving till I break you.”

But if Karen's cheeky pinfall attempted had shown Bruna anything, it was that her opponent was quite the grappler, one whose skills likely exceeded her own. If she wanted to win this fight, she was going to have neutralize her opponent the best way she knew how.

Instead of keeping the hold static, Bruna abruptly switched gears. She drove a sharp knee upward, aiming it toward Karen’s midsection while still holding her trapped in the headlock, trying to knock the wind from her lungs and fold her forward. If it landed, Bruna would use that doubled posture to attempt to whip Karen down in a bulldog, aiming to drive her opponent face-first into the mat!

[armandi]

When Karen seemed to shift position, she executed a professional bridge, forcing her opponent to the mat, but the referee only managed to get a one-count before the beautiful piece collapsed. Bruna moved violently and turned to the side, ripping her arm off the mat. Karen knew perfectly well that this was just the beginning of the match, and it wasn't likely that the bridge and pinning would end the match, but it was worth a try.

One thing that was disturbing was that Bruna still had her massive arm wrapped around Karen's neck and head. This certainly weakened the blonde significantly, limiting her freedom of movement and blocking any potential attacks. Karen felt a violent upward jerk. Nnnnghhh...!!! However, her head and neck were still in a side headlock. The blonde seemed to be trying to pull her head free, using her massive hands to help, but the hold was too strong. Uuughhhh...!!! A knee connected with Karen's stomach. The blonde ducked, but that was a mistake. Aaaaggghhh...!!!! They fell to the mat, but Karen hit her face on the mat. It stunned her. That damn headlock!!! It was still weakening her.

Karen will try to gather all her strength and, roaring furiously - Rrrraaahhhh...!!!!

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- will try to get up to a kneeling position - panting - because the opponent was not a lightweight, as if she wanted to lift her opponent and throw her to the side, and maybe this will allow her to throw her opponent on his back to the mat, then she would be on top and maybe this way she will be able to loosen that damn headlock that had already drained her of quite a lot of energy to begin with.

And if that worked, she'd try to quickly turn around and sit on top of Bruna, pinning her to the mat, grabbing her shoulders while simultaneously trying to spread her flat on the mat. If that worked, she'd gain a few seconds to catch her breath...

[DropKix]

Bruna’s arms bulged as Karen clawed her way upward, the blonde’s roar rattling against her ribs as she forced herself to a kneel. The headlock was still cinched tight, Bruna grinding her forearm across temple and jaw, but Karen’s stubborn rise was undeniable. Bruna snarled, jerking her weight down to anchor her opponent, but the lift came anyway, the two women straining in a raw contest of power, sweat already slicking their bodies under the heat of the lights.

The taller German’s determination surged through the strain, pulling Bruna off balance, forcing her broad frame to tilt and roll with the motion. For the first time in the match, Bruna’s boots lost their firm bite on the canvas, her hulking mass shifting against her will. The next second, her back slammed hard against the mat.

The sound of it rang out, a heavy thud that had the crowd erupting. Karen came with her, sprawling across Bruna’s chest, pressing down with her hands against the shoulders. The headlock finally loosened under the collapse, Bruna’s hold faltering as air rushed hot through her lungs.

The referee dropped in quick, slapping the mat:

"ONE!"

Bruna’s body jolted beneath the weight, fury twisting her face. She kicked hard, hips bucking, shoulders rolling as if she could launch Karen clean off her by force of rage alone. Teeth bared, Bruna fired a brutal elbow down against Karen’s back, the crack of bone-on-bone echoing, hoping that would be enough to unseat her opponent for a brief moment in order to lift her shoulders and break the count!

Her massive frame writhed beneath her opponent’s pin, every muscle thrashing to break free, boots pounding the mat, desperate to roll her body out before that second count could fall.

[armandi]

Karen's tremendous effort clearly paid off. With immense difficulty, she managed to get to her knees, and then, in one violent movement, she threw her opponent onto her back on the mat, only to immediately mount her and press her to the mat. She also managed to release the lock and free her neck and head, which had been damaged by the side headlock.

Karen visibly shook her head, hoping for a quick recovery. She tried to flatten her opponent on the mat, and even succeeded, as the referee immediately approached and began the count. However, her opponent was still full of strength and energy. After the referee counted to one, she immediately began to squirm, and suddenly...Aaaggghhh...!!!!!

A brutal elbow connected with Karen's back. "Fuck...!!!!" This slightly disrupted her rhythm and caused Bruna to briefly lift her arms from the mat. The referee stopped the count. Karen, however, refused to let her opponent escape this position.

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She immediately spread her opponent's arms flat again, extending them high above her head. At the same time, she attempted to wrap her massive thighs around her opponent's body and place them in a body scissors.

Karen began crushing and breaking her opponent's body with her powerful scissors. The blonde enjoyed fighting on the mat as a grappler; she had considerable experience in the field, and knew that was the only way to wear down her larger, more powerful opponent. If she managed to spread her opponent's arms flat on the mat above her head, she would quickly attempt to grab them with one hand. Meanwhile, she would violently place her other arm, or more precisely, her elbow, against her opponent's neck and begin crushing it as if to strangle it...!!!!!