L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Clara was still playing catch up with some of her matches. She wanted to fight as many people who came into LAW while she was away as she could, and one of those was Karla Reinhardt. She was building quite a name with herself on LAW...and quite a few enemies with her recent promo, decrying LAW wrestlers and at being overlooked. Tonight, she wanted to test whether Karla could back up that talk in the ring.

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She would make her way down to her recent, more upbeat theme tune and the more sexy attire, as she clapped hand with fans on her way to the ring, and striking cute poses on her way down to the ring, before sliding in, and doing one last pose, sticking her rear into the air, while having a "V" shape right at her eyes. From there, her theme would quiet down, as Clara made her way to her corner, awaiting Karla's arrival...

The arena dimmed as Karla’s theme hit its opening note. An instrumental tune, slow rhythm, percussion vocal that rose like water that burbled over the edge and spilled into a menagerie of fine hard-hitting music. Spotlights clicked, danced on the stage, then centred on Karla’s figure. Miss Main Event. She wore a one-piece leotard, with latex sleeves that squeezed each crevice and valley of her muscle, knee-high ebony boots that bore a plethora of emblems in red-orange, black thigh-highs with red nets, black fingerless gloves with a hole on the centre, an opening at her chest and the KRR insignia plastered over the top in an oval of yellow and red trace. She strode slowly with a sashay in her bare hips and an arm out to gesture the crowd. They shouted her in boos, though, some parlayed and whistled at the new level of bountiful skin, muscle and asset that was exposed. Mostly her rear-end as she passed down the ramp. The leotard failed to cover everything, and the silk skin spilled over the attire’s crease that hugged a little too tight, just below that firey scarlet mane that twirled over one eye. Her eyes were flirtatious and hungry, blinked, looked left, blinked again to look right, then to the ring. Those lip-stick peppered lips had a lopsided grin as she spotted Clara but then peered off again to a sour audience. She took to one fan, stood ahead of him, faced forward and gestured him to look over her shoulder. One hand struck up the peace sign, and the other reached back, palm-up to receive a phone, “Come on, quick, quick!” She urged, and he placed the phone, only for Karla to gag when he came any closer, lurching forward, then stopping, pointing at the man with a wicked laugh. “Dummkopf!” The laughter continued as she dropped the phone on the ramp, ignored the shouts that followed to reach the steps, scaled them with her arms outstretched to present herself. She looked up, grinned, took a deep breath, then walked the apron, where she grabbed the top rope and bridged herself off the ring so her hair draped into the open air, and she caught the gaze of another audience member. A wet-lipstick kiss wetted her palm, then it blew at them, only for that clumsy middle finger to steal the show; laughed, then straightened up.

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“Ahem…” She gestured at the referee, who by now knew the drill and seated themselves on the ropes so Karla could climb through the middle and top rope, finally inside the ring to take its centre. The spotlights shut off once she reached it, her theme fizzled out, and the lights returned. Her hand extended to them, ready to shake. That closed-eyed grin and high-pitched tone was almost plastic… “Hello, Hundchen. My name is Karla and I just can’t wait to hurt you. No hard feelings, of course. I just really don’t like your face.”

Karla would enter the ring, much to the large displeasure of the fans…which Karla would return in kind, especially as she ruined a shot for one of the fans of her looking quite cute and sexy (to Clara at least).

As Karla fully came in into the ring, Clara was able to fully judge her foe’s looks…and she looked quite hot in her one piece…but it seemed like Karla wasn’t too impressed with Clara:

”Hmph…well I don’t like your…attitude!”, Clara tried to come up with a comeback, but unable to comment on her opponent’s looks without lying, instead switching to something that she legitimately disliked about her opponent.

The ref checked both women on their readiness. Clara nodded, waiting for Karla to showcase that she was ready herself…

“D’aaw, I’m hurt.” Fingertips touched her own breast, and she looked away with closed eyes and then descended into short laughs. “Just don’t cry about it until I start stretching you out, ok, hundchen?…” Her gaze falls on her opponent, smirk reborn. A wink is given to Clara, and a dismissive hand wave to the referee, allowing the bell to ring. Now she moved forward a few steps, eyes locked, her hands up in a squared stance. Then all ten digits wagged. She leans forward, pinching imaginary ears on her head to gesture Clara’s ribbon, then holding that pose to whip it down and drive a knee between her hands, then pointing to Clara. “That’s going to be you, understand?”

”Hmph…try and keep up with me, or else you are the one who is gonna end up being stretched…”

The bell rung, and the two competitors slowly closed in on each other…and yet Karla still took her time to taunt Clara…

…which Clara chose to exploit, as she quickly dashed behind Karla, seizing her from the back!

“Bad idea to taunt someone when they can slam you into the ground!”, she would quip as she lifted Karla into the air and tried to slam her into the ground with a Waistlock Takedown!

What consequences existed for appetizing Karla’s next meal? Size them up, then break them down. Her eyes and lipstick smile said it all. And that taunt was just the first of many, but Claire disappeared. She took Karla’s back, enveloped her body, took her up and brought her down on her chest. The impact turned a smirk into a frown. It didn’t hurt so much as wind her. She growled not long after, then placed her hands out, pushed on the ground, and tried to stand on her knees. “Tch… You got lucky.” Now she attacked the waist grip, holding it, her fingers scratching at their hands, trying to pull them apart.

Clara successfully took down Karla off her feet, much to her chagrin. KRR would rise to her knees, scratching at Clara's arms. The Brit grunted, but quickly shifted her grip...onto her left arm, as she tried to bend it behind her back for a hammerlock hold!

Muscle was no shortage for her, so this hold, no matter how much nuisance, would eventually break. She knew that. But with Clara’s move towards her arm, Karla’s brow quirked as Clara seized it and folded it behind her back. Her upper lip snarled, “Dammit, dog.” And her lower-back arched into the hold, with one slap towards her shoulder, Karla tried to strafe towards the left, and turn them. If she could once, she’d do it a second time, and again until Clara’s back faced the referee, and she, the ropes. Karla reached out, but couldn’t find her salvation. The hold pinched her elbow and tricep. Her head shook again as she winced her eyes shut. And when they opened, Karla leaned right, so her free hand could reach over-shoulder and have a good laneway opportunity to ram her index and middle fingers into their eyes.

Karla would try her best to try and figure a wrestling way out of the hold, but at every turn, Clara shut her down, easily following her motions, and keeping her away from the ropes to the best of her ability, doing a bit of decent damage on her rival's arm as a result.

As a result Karla went for more indirect means of escape...and those started with distracting the ref, by poking her in the eye!

"AH!", the ref girl stepped away, covering both eyes with her hands, as Clara knew Karla was about to escape by less-than-rule-allowing means! To ensure that didn't happen, she transitioned her hold, shoving her foe forward, and getting her up onto her shoulders!

"That wasn't nice at all! Leave the referee alone and actually fight me!"

With that, Clara would try and rush before rolling forward, attempting to land on where Karla's back was as she tried to hit her with a Rolling Senton!

So simple yet so effective. A game of cat and mouse that Karla didn’t relish, and torqued her arm until it grew its own pulse. Throwing her fingers into the eyes was but an easy means to break the hold. There was no need to waste effort on technique to win. But Clara acted fast, with the shove on Karla’s awkward posture unhinging her balance, the tip of her boot jamming against the canvas, so she stumbled, and fed herself right into their carry. The canvas left her feet and she looked down; her once folded arm straightened, numb, and useless. She bit down on her teeth and jutted an elbow up as her muscular frame slacked across their shoulders. “You don’t give demands here.”

The dash caught Karla’s gaze, then the flip. Her hair swung around like a glorious blood-red blaze. Both eyes went wide, and her spine was piledrived into the canvas, with Clara’s weight like an iron weight that squeezed all the shape from her abs. “GAAK!” She choked, rolling over on her side, stomach, then onto her back again, pulling up her knees towards her chest while holding her abdomen with folded forearms. A hiss coursed in her breath, and her eyes and mouth wince-wrinkled shut, now turning on one side.