P.O.W Collar Match - K.R.R vs Tobias Schwarz

[Monsy]

What peckish pleads. Did Tobias expect a woman of her stature to listen to the rubbish blonde waste taped beneath her heels? Keh. The insinuation itself needed rectifying. Justice brought upon her fists. One against his throat, choking until his face begged for air. She could see it - the struggle as his hands against hers, the writhing and suffering. All of it fuelled this ecstasy that she chased when she pulled away. Then she delivered strikes. One-Two. One-Two. The process was elementary yet debilitating. Straddled upon his stomach, her shoulder flung into action, making each throw carry her weight. 

“Lay off the name-calling? HAH!! What are you, a child??”

There was a joyous laugh when the last blow reigned true. Then she paused, sitting upright and combing back her hair that thrashed during the motions of Karla’s rage. A much sweeter look donned, cooled from the fires of her wrath where she reached forward and cupped his cheek.

“Look at you, all warm and comfortable, trying to sleep this match away. You're even twitching. Does it really hurt that bad?”

After planting her second foot, she stood tall, one leg at either side of his hips. The image was clear. No need to flex or smirk - simply stand there with a fist resting on one hip, the other brushing out her hair. She sighed.

“Tch, this certainly will not do. My time is too invaluable. If you don’t intend to satisfy, then I’ll rip it from your putrid mouth. How’s that for name-calling, hm??”

One heel lifted, then stomped by his skull once more, grabbing a fistful of his hair after she lurched, dragging him towards his knees where she repositioned herself behind him. And with the collar in hand, she placed it upon his crown, worn like a tiara as her chin loomed over, grinning without stoppage. She outstretched her hand towards the audience, asserting her grip on his hair, forcing his stare to meet theirs. Should he be coherent, that is.

“Now, to any supporters you have in that cesspool. I want you to bark to them. Go on. Bark.”

[RJD]

Tobias wriggled and bucked as the scarlett lady choked and stroked him with precision and enthusiasm, and a concerning level of joy. The pretty boy wasn't the biggest sub, but against such thorough sadism he looked rather subservient, even if not voluntarily. His chest raised and lowered with each panting breath, and he blushed a little as she cupped his cheek and spoke down to him.

Tobias wasn't in much of a state for a big counter, so he couldn't do much as he was straddled, though as his foe got carried away he was given time to recover. Though that came at a cost, his pride was getting chipped away at as Karla posed over him, leaving the beaten down man laid out between her legs, before she stomped down on his face again, prompting his legs to swing up and back down into the canvas from the impact of it.

Tobias then felt his hair be grabbed, and his expression looked strained as she lifted his visage up to meet hers, though she looked down at him from far above. With her behind him, and the pretty boy beaten silly, he was vulnerable, made to tilt his head backwards, with her body completely behind him and impossible to reach while she had his hair gripped tightly.

" ....ughh... careful... you shouldn't taunt a cornered beast. " Tobias said, unable to resist physically, so deciding to tease her a little instead. Plus Tobias thought Karla was hot, but he wasn't eager to play into the S&M dynamic she was trying to assert upon him. The pretty boy was worried though, as he was fast becoming her punching bag, and opportunities to fight her off were getting further and further apart as she crushed the man.

[Monsy]

A tail of blond hair clasped inside her leather claw. With the other, she stretched out her arm and leaned over, her chin came an inch from his shoulder. Oh dear, he’s speaking.

“Oh? And why not? What’s the cornered beast going to do? C’mon, don’t be shy, tell your new master what you’ll do.”

A freehand rose and cupped her ear; where glee blossomed into a grin like new spring, where she purred a small musical number before it decays into a scowl, gnarl and glower; those scarlet hues rolled.

"I'll tell you what you'll do."

Her hair-wielding hand torqued and her leg reared, then shot, her knee jousted like a spear against his forehead

"That's what, you mutt! You'll hurt! And hurt, and hurt some more! You'll bruise, cry and maybe even bleed until I decide to end this farce! Undetstand?!"

The air scorched, emblazoned by the Reinhardt's rage. A fist rose, the leather squelched. There was this yell that wanted to erupt but corked as she strode onward towards the corner, Tobias in tow. Two strides and they were there; released was his hair, coupled with a high heel that pistoned his chest and hoped to pin him seated in the corner. Then she strode back, arms narrow at her flanks with teeth bore, and fire filled her eyes. She gripped both ropes, occupied the opposite corner and jutted a foot forward, leaned and flexed her shoulder muscles. Both feet pounded the canvas. Then she ran. Her hair kicked up, as she chewed through the distance betwixt, and leaped and tucked her knee against her chest, having flipped and now aimed to crush the pretty boy with a 119lb cannonball!

[RJD]

Tobias enjoyed a little bit of a verbal face off, though Karla was so aggressive and assertive that it was throwing off the blonde's timing and wit just a tad.

" wouldn't you like to find out? " Tobiad teased as he watched her lightly brush her ear and grin, a sight that was certainly cute despite Karla's clear attempts to be threatening. That knee strike that followed though, was very threatening, it immediately rocked the pretty boy and caused him to let out a sharp whimper as he slowly sank down into the corner, though his hands latched onto the second rope to keep him somewhat upright.

" ugh.... " Tobias grumbled as Karla gave him a premonition of pain, and although he was too groggy to listen to every word, she certainly made her point clear. The pretty boy tried not to let it get to him, as he instead tried to recover and plan a counter, and as Karla walked over to the other corner the pretty boy finally had the separation from the redhead that he needed, and he was ready to seize that opportunity.

As Karla approached, Tobias would try to lift himself up in the corner slowly, hoping that she wouldn't notice him shifting slightly as she gathered speed. Before the redhead could commit to her move Tobias would stand upright in the corner and lean back into the turn buckle so he could latch onto the ropes to lift himself and kick out his legs to kick her in the torso, hoping that it'd be enough to either knock her back or give her pause.

The pretty boy would then land after his kick and let go of the ropes, so he could grab at her and pull her close, to then try to spin them round and flip their positions so she was cornered instead of him, pushing her into the corner before trying to direct a downward chop right between her breasts to stun her.

[Monsy]

An overwhelming malice dogged her opponent like a tempest. Lorded from above, as she issued her venom, then dragged him towards another avenue. So little and domineered was this little lesser, whose only quality worth noting was his looks. Perhaps cute like a rabbit, yet easy to punt. She had no problems with that. Her heels carried into a sprint, blitzed forward with a seasoned glare and tight lips. She sprung on her legs, kicked ahead, and rotated until two feet slammed into her chest. Breath shot like a howitzer, hushed to a small yell. “AAGH. Ugh... ow-ow...”

Dry pain stabbed her ribs and back as she slapped the canvas, launched two feet from the corner where she sprawled, and hugged herself. She coughed as her body lumbered back to its feet, dragged by Tobias’s will that commanded her like a monarch did a peasant. Warmth met her face as their bodies met; a line of sweat crawled her nape, and electricity jumped her heart. Dizziness set in too, cast and whipped as her legs dug together and pivoted, flush against the turnbuckle, with arms coiled over the top.

Slumped forward with knees pressed as one, a gaze cast up and spotted the sword that threatened to slash betwixt her breasts. Her hands came up; voice broke into a chirp. “W-Wait!”

An audible slap echoed like a cracked whip. Pain whipped her chest into a fire as she lurched forward and released a puppyish yelp. One arm came to soothe the ache while the other kept a ring, and she took a hobbled step towards the other corner. “You can’t do that to me! I’m a Reinhardt!”

Her nursing arm folded across her chest and whipped for his chest; an eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth.

[RJD]

The feeling of impact was reassuring as Tobias connected optimally, knocking Karla back just enough for him to turn things around, and dump her into the corner to raise his arm for a strike. There was little hesitation even as she told him to wait, after all she certainly hadn't been giving him any mercy.

" Sorry, sort of. " Tobias joked, though his adversary didn't seem so playful.

" Well... I di- " Tobias started to respond, before Karla returned the favour with a chop of her own, one that made him cry out and turn slightly to the side as he clutched the afflicted area with one hand.

The pretty boy wasn't eager to face off against Karla in a chop for chop scenario, given how every one of her blows was super charged with enough malice to make it leave a red bruise over his les than tough body. Tobias tried to grasp Karla by her shoulders, and slam her back into the corner she had stepped out of, stepping forward into her personal space and following up with a combo of forearm strikes to the head to hopefully stop her from firing back at him.

[Monsy]

The burn soured like spice and grew into its own heartbeat. There was a second before she nigh curled up, then shook her head before the rebuttal.

“Your apologies are worth nothing, hundchen!” She barked. The venom flung through spit. Growls captured her throat as she stared him down, but Tobias pushed, and Karla yielded into the corner. Her breath skipped once; arms coiled over the top; laid open like a leather-clad canvas for Tobias.

Strikes besieged her cranium, where he entirely skipped her vulnerable hourglass figure for that dolled-up countenance lined with makeup. Her brain rattled; her body jumped, knees quivered, her head flung back and rebound to receive the next. A groan for each strike. Vision like swamp water soon swallowed her eyes, and a fuzzy feeling massaged her shoulders to slump while her arms unfurled from the ropes and draped before her person. Her lips puckered; jaw hung to whimper, and her eyes fluttered to a slow, nigh-death blink. “You… lesser.”

One arm charged up and swung a fist, though fizzled into a love tap, a mere paw that prodded his chest, then pushed with a grunt.

[RJD]

That slap hurt, and awakened a predatory reaction in Tobias as he lurched forward and shoved Karla into the corner, before pressing close to her to box her into it. There was distraction for a moment, the blonde blushed before breaking that moment with a series of forearm strikes, which seemed to chip away greatly at the cute redhead's resistance.

" Ouch. " Tobias grunted, with a chuckle as the woman pawed at him, it had been a cute effort. The pretty both smirked, as he thought of a teasing way to beat his opponent down.

" Can't you be a little nicer? " Tobias said as she called him lesser, this fiesty redhead was very rude. The pretty boy was a little irritated, which just made it more likely for him to tease her to make things even.

Tobias clutched both ropes, and stretched back, before pulling forward to smash chests with his opponent, though given their height distance it was more accurate to say he had rattled her head and collar with his chest. The pretty boy would then look to keep her trapped, by climbing the corner with her still in it, standing on the lowest ropes with his crotch very nearly touching her face.

Tobias reached down to her head with one hand, and pushed his pelvis forward into her face for a moment to distract her, as he held up his other arm to make a fist, before waving that hand around to rally support from the fans for some corner punches!

All the while Tobias pinned his stiffening member to Karla's face to tease and throw off Karla.

[Monsy]

Her sweat-pecked back pinned against the top buckle. Their chests grappled like wrestlers as her shoulder blades arched over the top and both arms slung over opposing ropes as her feet slipped past his heels, opened in a V-shape, and tipped onto her heels. Lithe digits pricked his body, flower stems that curled under pressure and an arm like a petal that folded, topped by a puppyish whine as her vision swam submerged in murky waters, and her head stood upon an unsupported pedestal, twirled and glimpsed the stars.

“N-Not in your life!” She yelled, backed by the clench of teeth and growl as her hues danced to find his. Her cheeks burned as the friction worked her dainty body into a rhythm to how he pushed, and the cold air swept in-between before it turned warm as his chest squashed hers. A yelp shot from saliva-drenched lips; pain that infected the spine showed itself within her bountiful chest, and her lungs battled for wind. Each breath was but a scrape up a mountain, her frame locked to her pride to stay upright, and she couldn’t mount a defence nor cohesion as he ascended the buckle. The height difference exemplified this advantage, as K.R.R came face-to-face with his pelvis. Kissed by a touch of fabric, her throat twisted, and her heart rate descended into a rapid of heat. A bath of scarlet heat swallowed her visage as she leaned back, a hand pawed his waist, pushed yet slipped down onto his thigh as her head warmed into his grasp, and his length smothered her visage, aligned against her left cheek and shadowed over her eye to the temple. She whimpered and shut both eyes, placed a second hand on his opposite thigh while her first tried to wedge between his shaft and her face.

“T-This i-is w-... what…. Are you d-doing?!”

[RJD]

Tobias blushed slightly as he stood dominantly on those middle ropes, looming over the fierce redhead, with his shaft pressing into her face and her hand that was placed there as a block. The pretty boy was a perv by nature, so he couldn't help but bask in the glow of this crushing positioning, letting his length get comfy against her blushing cheek.

He had other intentions though, which came to light soon as Tobias put one hand on her head and lifted the other, holding it high into the sky to signal a 10 piece combo of punches, a common enough occurrence in the wrestling world that any crowd would recognise it within a moment.

There was a small pop, as Tobias got to work on reigning the punches down, they were somewhat stern, but quick and somewhat forgiving. The pretty boy wasn't the brutal type, particularly with his fists, with his legs he had more training behind him.

If Karla was unable to free herself, Tobias would punch her as the crowd counted, jostling her face against his shaft with every impact until 10 was finally reached. After which Tobias would jump backwards to leave Karla in the corner.