Mizaki T. Vs. Karla R. - Mistakes Have Been Made

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Vs.

Standard Match
Victory by pinfall, KO, Submission Or DQ

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"I got your back, no matter what goes wrong!"

With a roll of her eyes, Mizaki looked with quite the glare back at her often ditzy, newfound tag partner Anna. "Thanks for the vote of confidence..." With that, she'd extend her left for a playful flick of Anna's nose, which made the stacked Aussie recoil amidst a giggle. Mizaki was overconfident and heartless through and through, but even she found herself unable to take anything the clumsy greenette said as ill meaning.

"But I told you before...I never need help..."

Spoiler

With that, Anna would be left behind - her hand raised as she raised Mizaki off - with the arena lights coming to life with the bluenettes music. Arms raised and thunderous applause promptly received, Mizaki's shit-eating grin was forever wide across her face. Having earned a mass of fans (nigh purely because of her appearance and smother based moveset) Mizaki naturally always felt she had the crowd support. Even in the face of more skilled opponents.

And despite the fact she was a cruel bitch...

But with an oblivious audience cheering her on as she bounced her way down the ramp, Mizaki would find herself ring bound in no time at all. Hands raised yet still as she paced the squared circle, Mizaki would look to near enough every row before her, before turning her eyes to the ramp. With her smug grin still to bare and the audience still roaring her on, Mizaki was left dead centre of the ring with her right hand raised. To beckon her challenger for the evening to appear before her!

[Monsy]

Another match is afoot, and the glint of overhead lights couldn’t don brighter upon the black-leather, crimson combatant. She strode through the halls, the white coat dancing to and fro, bouncing off her hour-glass hips. Heels like ebony metal clacked, drawing closer to the gorilla position where her music began its opening thumps.

Further and further, Karla “Ray” Reinhardt drew near; the lights dimming into twilight consumed the droves of audience members. Alas, she appeared. Spotlights pierced the shadows, stabbing a cone of light that reflected off K.R.R’s scarlet shades. As her stride carried down the ramp-way, the crowd spat their distaste with shouts. Their voices like poison gas and Karla, who spread her arms out, giving a complete turn as her chin tipped towards the ceiling, absorbing it like a Queen’s herald.

The coat slipped from her shoulders, hanging from her forearms, the tail dragging along the ring steps as she scaled them. Then, she peeled off the shades, chin still tipped up, granting her opponent the first taste of their ever-loving sneer. Her eyes wandered towards the crowd, where she threw her glasses with a wrist-flick into the sea of audience members.

Snapping her fingers, the referee shuffled over and leveraged the middle rope downward. She threw one leg over, slipping her upper-half under the top, then arched up. A ten-thousand-yen bill was pulled from her pockets and pushed into the referee’s mouth, followed by a firm pat against their cheek. Though she said nothing, she shoved her coat into their front before joining Mizaki inside the ring. Here, she approached, standing before them as her music died away, the lights returning to their former brightness.

One side of her blooming red lips curled, the corresponding brow quirking as her eyes careened towards their face.

“You’re standing in my spot, Hundchen. Do remove yourself.”

Spoiler

[Devilish53]

Karla sure had her look about her. If Mizaki was the casual, crowd pleasing eye-candy that strut with every step she took, Karla was the dominant, displeased brawler who simply came out to do damage. The two couldn't have looked to be more opposite. And yet as ever, Mizaki stood unfazed.

Despite the fact that she herself had not a single serious move to her arsenal. Where as Karla looked as if she could cause harm.

Tapping her foot in an impatient and rude fashion as the redhead prepared herself for the match. When Karla was ready to join her in the ring, Mizaki puffed out her chest (an unnecessary motion in itself given the size) to make herself appear all the mightier. Though Karla didn't seem to get the memo.

"Tch...What the hell is a hundchen!" She'd snarl back with figure unmoving; eyes going up and down Karla's frame, with a look that told the redhead Mizaki didn't exactly think much of her...

[Monsy]

Forced to confront her adversary, she pondered.

Such gruelling confidence. Genuine? Yes, it appeared so. They flexed her chest like it were biceps, nearly kissing her own that stood plentiful as well, though not as monstrous. The gesture earned a scoff with one brow quirking, arms which clenched and grabbed handfuls of her leather attire. A vein could bulge on her forehead, the hastening of breath and garnish of growling that nipped her throat, then died. It’s unprofessional to explode so early. Even if she wished to, some outside forces rather she refrains from needless outbursts.

Perhaps she’s fine with elaborating.

“It means puppy. And did you not heed my words? I said move.”

Like so, Karla pressed forward.

Should they not retreat, neither shall Karla, making it so breasts found breasts. Her right root postured forward, a glare more dour than steel. A shove followed, trying to unseat their position without using her hands but a thrust of her entire body. Preoccupied with Mizaka’s insolence, the match seemed to take a backseat for this very moment. Not when her sacred control complex is challenged.

“Should I count as if you were a child?”

[Devilish53]

Mizaki enjoyed the bust to bust push, for obvious reasons. Whilst it was often easy to force Mizaki back in a posture like this, the bluenette would look to be twice Karla's size all the same. An image that quickly formed in her head, and made her feel powerful.

"You...dare?!" She'd huff under her breath, the match having yet to begin, but Mizaki didn't seem to care so. Having being shoved back a good step or two by Karla's naturally stronger frame, Mizaki looked to ring the redheads bell for such an insolent comment. By reigning in her right up and back, before snapping it to Karla's cheek.

To wash the taste from her mouth!

[Monsy]

Like moving a kitten, they keeled with guff and huff. The frustration was stark, oozing from those lips and their posture. It excited her. Her hands postured against her hips, brandished teeth shined with her smirk, and she takes a tall, narrow stance to assert her place. Then the slap came. The smack rang true; a sickening song crowd could cringe for. Not an ounce of envy as Karla’s hide swiped sideways, the skin rippling as she stomped her foot upon the ground to reassert her balance. 

“Keh!…” She spat at the canvas and wiped her cheek; the numbness felt like wine, so sweet and intoxicating, inciting this fervour that bubbled into the growl that rumbled through her throat.

“Damn blue dog.” After cursing them with her breath, she reasserted her scowl. Brows knitted, her upper lip twitched, and this bloodlust swallowed her reddish eyes whole. This animalistic snarl took shape as her fist clenched, the fingertips threatened to weld with her palm. Then it struck. A left hand bulleted through the air and shot for their mouth, packing double with her shoulder thrown into the strike.

[Devilish53]

Karla didn't have to translate her next insult - the fact she had the audacity to spit it at Mizaki again after being struck made the bluenette only want to rear back for another strike. This time, perhaps one that was close fisted!

A motion Mizaki was entirely beaten to, as Karla seemed to feed off the momentum of having the blunette knock her to the side, to rear back the appropriate arm and slap the sass right out of Mizaki's lips!

Seeing the action unfold, the referee was quick and wise in her decision to scream for the bell to be rung. A good thing too, as the sound of metal being pinged covered Mizaki's cries, as that fist knocked the colour from her cheeks and sent her right down to her ass.

A striker, Mizaki was not.

[Monsy]

Excitement exploded as the pugilist’s knuckles bore against her new canvas. Cushioned by leather, the impact sent a numbing wave into her forearm and quaked into her shoulder. With one foot postured forward, she raised her fist and blew over the top, opening her palm as the bell muffled a scream. Like a shark smelling blood, her excitement bubbled into a corner grin. Both arms fell onto her side as she strode forward, stopping right before her downed opponent before uttering a cackle. A hand even covered her lips in what became a giggle.

And if her delay didn’t undo her initiative, Karla lifted her foot and shot it forward, aimed directly for the woman’s chest, hoping to pin it against the canvas in one quick stroke. She twisted the flesh with her heel and cross both arms over her knee to embellish the weight applied.

Velvet hair draped down one cheek, covering an eye until she blew it away, then focused her stare for a dose of eye contact.

“My sincere apologies. It seems we got off on the wrong foot. I like this foot much better, don’t you?”

[Devilish53]

Mizaki was no good at taking strikes, at all for that matter, but it didn't mean she'd be done in by a single blow. With her hands to her sides and soon with them pressing to the canvas, the busty bluenette was fully intending to rise with vigour. She couldn't out punch a woman of this finesse, evidently, but she had other moves in her arsenal.

However few.

But in the moment, Mizaki was destined for nothing but the canvas, as she pushed up to a half-sit up before being forced back down. By the busty redheads strong foot, no less.

Squealing out as her sensitive bust was targeted, Mizaki couldn't have looked weaker as she flattened out against the canvas. What made it worse was that her squeal was not simply an initial one - it quickly turned into a long series of cries as her hands came to that foot. To try and desperately force it off!

[Monsy]

A conquered mound of flesh was just what she required. So plentiful that her heel played around to pressure different points and sour this experience. As a reward for her honourable effort, screams poured like delectable alcohol. So sweet she could almost blush. It’s a shame they had to grip their ankle and counter—the nerve.

A squint settled into one eye, and she bit her gum to mount her defence. Shakes seeped into her thigh like a disease, and her fists wound tight until the leather squelched. However, the dominance to maul their breast had thoroughly slipped. Her leg was peeling away inch by inch until she stumbled a step with Mizaki's last push. The effort made her scoff and fumed into her curtaining hair to make it dance before reapproaching their flank once more.

“Oy, I was talking to you, tit-brain! Answer when I address you!”

No quarter as she loomed to grab fistfuls of Mizaki’s hair and tug - an attempt to bring them back to her feet, where she’d cock her arm and swing a chop aimed to crush the same mound she punished earlier.