KRR's Open Challenge

[Monsy]

The LAW Arena soothed into a silent wasteland as Karla “Ray” Reinhardt’s theme blistered into the soundscape. Its slow start, rising choir vocals and eruption of the electric guitar into its musical crescendo. The hellish blaze drowned out any voices of boos as Karla emerged from the backstage drapes and onto the stage, donned in a two-piece attire. Her top was a marriage of latex and leather; a red trim and lilac-blue marks of her name “K.R.R.” At the centre bore the same, but gold with red letters. She had black arm sleeves with the same red trim, and they folded over her bust as she struts down the ramp; velvet hair over one eye, draped down the sides of her head and back until the farthest tress brushed the red trim of her golden lace short-shorts that started just below a firm six-pack. They rode up her backside to grant a generous rear view as she walked by with a sashay in her hips and stomp in her black and gold boots, stretched up her thighs, finished by a red arch and insignias of assorted colour over the black stretch of the material.

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She stopped, turned her head to one side to face a fan, then brushed her hand to shoo him away. Her upper lip recoiled, twitched, and her eyes rolled as she continued down the ramp onto ringside, then up the steps to walk the apron with one arm hooked over the top.

“Mic.” She said with a hand outstretched as she looked the other way. A member of ringside came to offer a microphone, but when they couldn’t reach her hand, which was straight out from her shoulder, they hopped to fill the request. Her boot shoved his face, and it sent him onto his backside. He was quick to reconquer his feet, beamed up with a glower, met with a grin as she kissed her palm and blew a kiss. The crowd came to denounce her again, louder now that her music had died down, and she threw a leg under the middle-rope, ducked herself inside and took the ring’s heart.

“Shhhh…” Her index finger rose and crossed her lips as she paced slowly around the ring. The noise lingered, despite that, but soon bled itself dry.

“First off, I’d like to welcome each one of you who came to witness the Main Event in person, Karla Ray Reinhardt… K.R.R. It must’ve been so hard to beg your parents for an extra allowance so you could buy these tickets, but then force their poor worthless souls to drive you here. I bless their tired souls... I really do... But honestly, I feel worse for the car that had to lug your sweaty fat asses all this way. And if you walked or flew because you’re stuck-up, poor or don’t have parents.” … Her hand lifted shoulder-height, shrugged as she giggled into the microphone, “Well, congrats, you special gnats, you still suck!” The crowd reacted in scorn, brief, then she continued, “You see, it makes my skin crawl when you waste all your money to watch whores in leotards flip-flop onto each other, then dare call it entertainment. WELL! I’m here to make things right. As your well-respected Main Event, it shall be ...” Her hand gestured out to the crowd, “Your honour and undeserved privilege to witness me take on the next person who steps in this ring. I’ll take on any female or male competitor who’ll fight me fair and square. No tricks, no games, just a match. Right here and right now.” She turned towards the rampway and walked to slink her arms over the top rope. Her eyes sharpened into a razor-sharp glower, burned with incandescence as she roared, “So come on! Referee! Get out here! and LAW, bring me someone to fight!”

[Teenwrestler]

While Karla was out here absolutely running down the hometown crowd, backstage a concerned member of the LAW roster going by the name of Ryu Hiroshi was looking at the whole fiasco. He would have a serious expression on his face while looking at the backstage TV's, holding back his anger while she would continue to insult the crowd about their physique and wealth. His blood boiled especially when she mentioned some people who were poor or did not have parents. The crowd would continue to shower jeers at the red head inside the ring but Ryu knew the jeers would not be enough to shut the stuck up bitch inside the ring and something must be done.

However, as fate would have it, Karla would soon give Ryu that opportunity to allow him an opportunity to take out the frustrations that were being built up not only his own but of the crowd as well. When she demanded to bring out a referee and any challenger out to the LAW ring he was going to size that chance right away. He was not booked for the card tonight and he just happened to be in his wrestling gear as well which consisted of a pair of baby blue wrestling briefs, matching fingerless gloves and black shiny boots.

Spoiler

It was only a few moments of silence before his theme cued and the crowd erupted in cheers. The Dragon aka Ryu Hiroshi would make his way down the ring with a stride in every step until he would walk up the steel steps and would make his way to the middle of the ring, getting face to face with the red head. "Mic." he mimicked her as a stage hand gave him a mic.

"I think you've talked a lot out here running these people down just because you think you're some entitled, spoiled rich brat. However, I know for a fact that those who love to talk the talk....can't walk the walk. So yeah Karla, I am out here to accept your open challenge" Ryu said as he tossed the mic to the ground and raised his arms by his side in a challenging manner to see whether the redhead would accept.

[Monsy]

It seemed she needn't wait long.
The sound of music and the crowd's welcoming roar. A vile common man, tall and burly, loosely dressed in his low-echelon briefs, boots and gloves, but that look in his eye was intense. That is what she needed to humble. Given that she was the one who issued a challenge, she stepped back, if only to prevent her neck from craning. Nine inches is a doozy. She donned a smile, even clapped as she held the microphone in one hand, looked left and right, raised her arms to call for louder applause. When it all stopped, and she gazed at him once more, the call for the mic, replicant of her, soured any welcoming she might've offered. Her smile flattened, gaze turned dull as he spat his first words of poison. To call her a rich and spoiled brat earned a scoff. She leaned on one hip, flipped the microphone around and was ready to use it as a bludgeon. Though this thought thwarted when he finished, and the crowd raised their voices again as they exchanged stares. The referee slid into the ring, and Karla was quick to flip the microphone back and waved her hand to object.

"Wait, wait, wait!" The crowd now returned boos for their annoyance.

"First off, uh, how dare you? I am Karla Ray Reinhardt a.k.a not someone you can call a spoiled brat unless you're looking for a one-way trip to the hospital."

She stepped up to him, craned her head up and held the microphone to her mouth again.

"Second, this is MY open challenge! I'll only take challengers that I find worthy! Who says that's you?!" Her finger came up and poked him on the chest.

"But that doesn't matter, because, thirdly! .... You strike me as the old-fashioned, honour-bound, kind-hearted and chivalrous man… He who holds the door open for the lady, pays the date bills, throws himself over the puddles so the lady doesn't need to get her shoes wet. But, above all! A man like you could never hit a fine lady, and well, Hundchen, I have my doubts you'd hit a woman as perfect, as pristine, as rich, beautiful and charismatic as your main event! Karla! Raaaaaaay! Reeeeeinhardt!"

The crowd hollered one more time, and Karla looked each way to bask in it, laughing; then, in one viper-like movement, she swung her leg, aimed to thread his thighs and low-blow him before the match even began.

[Teenwrestler]

After hearing the tirade of the red head inside the ring, Ryu decided to take matters in his own hand. Heading out to the arena in his wrestling attire, the Dragon wanted to let Karla and anyone else in the arena know that he was about to take up her offer for a wrestling match. The tall, well-built, bronze male would walk up towards the red head who was also a fine specimen of fitness herself and would immediately show his desire that he was willing to accept the open challenge and beat her for disrespecting the locker room and the LAW faithful crowd.

The referee slid in the ring and it was looking like the match was going to be made official until suddenly Karla would wave off the microphone and was looking to have second thoughts about the whole ordeal. Ryu would raise his eyebrow and had an expression of annoyance when it was looking like Karla was going to back out of this. Karla would get up close and personal with the man in a staredown, continuing her rant while poking him in the chest. Ryu would stand there unnerved while glaring into her eyes.

Once she was done, he would bring the mic up to his lips to respond but in a sudden moment of madness, the red head would swing her leg towards his thigh and strike him right between the legs for a brutal low-blow. "OOOOOOOOUFFFFFF" he screamed into the mic as it dropped on the ring mats. Ryu would bring his hands down to his crotch and fall to his side, curling up in pain.

[Monsy]

What a large prize, brought out by some easy bait. Words are powerful; any words uttered in the right way, tone, to the right person achieve all results. Insulting the locker room and attendees was easy - to prey on pride. She knew that well, lived it even - all without trying, for she didn’t want to say anything else when given the microphone. So she got him out, the referee too, and she felt this chill. This size, right up in her face. Her height was always a disadvantage - but that needed to be changed. Fortune favours the bold, so she kicked him in the groin. Seeing his collapse couldn’t bring a brighter smile. Her laugh, genuine and wicked, carried into the microphone for all to hear.

“Wooo… Okay… Maybe I got a little carried away. What the hell, you’re the perfect man for my open challenge. Just the one I need, in fact. Hahahaha, I love easy wins.”

She tossed the microphone from her hands and she pointed at the referee, “Ring the bell!!!”

Her shout could be heard through the first few rows, though it soon drowned in boos as the referee looked on, frustrated, but they raised their hand and signalled for it - nonetheless. Once it sounded, Karla moved in, used her boot to push on his shoulder, then put her shin across his chest for a pin. Her arm thrust up, finger flexed heaven-bound as she blew a lipstick-wealthy kiss towards the front row, just as the referee joined them, and reluctantly began the count.

[Teenwrestler]

It was one thing to be a bully on the mic but another to actually go down and adopt heelish tactics in the sport. Ryu gave Karla the benefit of the doubt hoping that despite her being a prick on the mic perhaps she would at least wrestle honourably. His thinking was wishful and the red head proved to be a heel in actions as much as she was with her words. Dropping down to deliver a nasty low blow before even accepting the match, The Dragon was found down on the ring mats curled up as he tried to recover from the pain he felt in between his legs. There was no feeling to describe that pain, his eyes were shut and his teeth gritted while he tried his best not to think about it.

During that time, Karla would continue to make a mockery of him accepting the challenge and then finally accepting it once she knew he was down and out. The bell rang and Karla would move in despite the heavy jeers from the crowd. Using her boot to push on his shoulder to roll him over onto his back before pressing her shin across his chest for a pin. It was a cocky pin and only fueled the fire in the Dragon's belly to fight back. He glared up at her, grabbing her leg as he bridged up and shoved it up off his chest while bringing up his shoulders to break off the pin right as the referee counted "ONE". He wanted to show that it was going to take a lot more than one cheap shot to take him down.

Rolling over to his side before pushing up to his knee, he made sure to show that he was pissed and quickly attempted to kick up off his kneed position and lunge towards the red head with his arm extended for a clothesline attempt to take her down.

[Monsy]

One thing indeed.
Funny that this man, Ryu Hiroshi, thought Karla had any intention of wrestling whoever came out; she was here for slaughter. To deliver a speech, set the trap, lure a moralistic sap who, without doubt, could be easily dispatched in one move. A man made that easy; one kick to the gonads, and they fell, crumpled like paper, where rolling them over was elementary and placing her shin across their body was the cherry on the cake. One came easy and she lifted her index. She gasped when one hand took her leg, threw up. The man’s strength tossed her body into a roll across her back, onto one knee. She threw her hair back, glared and fumed against the inner walls of her cherry lipstick lips. Those brows knit into daggers as she yelled out, “Don’t you dare stand up!”

Those words descended into a war cry, and she charged at his kneeled state. Her eyes gaped when he lunged. She bull-rushed into that muscular arm; her feet swept up, above her head that dipped; those shoulders punched the canvas, and she yelped, “ITTTAA!”

The whiplash careened her head’s rear into the mat, torqued her neck and felt like a split in her upper back muscles from the shock. She gripped her hair, both hands, turned on her side, then belly to peer up, gaze upon the foe with hate-filled eyes, and slowly push her way back up...

[Teenwrestler]

Honor was something that Ryu held very dearly to himself in this business. For him, he was an old school wrestler with old school tradition wherein he had a firm rule that if you give respect you will get respect in return. Hard work and putting in the shift in the gym coupled with respect was a recipe for success in his mind. However, he was well aware that not all people would share his sentiments and that was fine but when his methods were questioned and disrespected, that was a step that he considered to be going too far. Kala also insulted the fan base that was life support of this whole business and Ryu was not going to let that slide either.

So even when she took the advantage by the cheap shot, Ryu managed to make a comeback by barging into the red head for a massive clothesline to take her down hard onto her back on the ring mats. Karla would let out a girlish yelp before rolling over onto her side and then glaring into the eyes of the male who stood tall and proud. "Hmph, perhaps you have bitten off more than you can chew princess" he said reaching down to grab her luscious red hair and yank it upwards to pull her back up on her feet. Once she was up, Ryu attempted to ram his knee into her abdomen to soften her up a bit more and then aimed to tuck her head under his armpit to secure her in place.

If all that went according to plan, he would grab the waistband of her wrestling briefs and pull them upwards while hauling her up in a vertical position over his head before dropping her back down to execute a simple suplex.

[Monsy]

What good were values when it netted someone defeat? It was a limiting, unpractical mental loop. To feel just when you take victory and soothe the means of loss. None of that was noble. It kept you pinned in the times, destined to be squashed by those who weren’t defined by moral boundaries. Karla adored this silent lesson as she kicked the man in his junk, dropped him in a single stroke rather than waste effort grinding him down. It was good business practice. The pin would’ve been everything. If not for his kick out, the turnaround and the man’s overwhelming her arm re-arranging her five senses. She’d turn onto her stomach, stab the man in her glower but wince when she took her hair. “You’re a cheap wrestler. Don’t start thinking otherwise…” The woman’s poison continued as she was pulled up, and that knee impaled her. “UGH!” Her lipstick lathered lips wetted with spit as they gaped; abdominals minced as she folded over the limb, legs turned to vibrating rusty pillars about to shatter. She whimpered and only by his grip, remained, tucked under his forehead, almost at full stance due to short stature, then pulled overhead. Golden feet tipped to the lights. Blood rushed into her skull. One hand grabbed his bicep, the other on his collar. “O-Ohh.. MMGAH!” The fall whipped her lower back against the mat and the drop made her hips bounce. Her legs sprawled, and her arms fell outward, shoulder-height. She chewed on her bottom lip, gave a puppyish after-whine and arched her back, her elbows tucking into her body as she tried to turn on her side, perhaps roll slowly towards the ropes.

[Teenwrestler]

After that rocky start, Ryu would make a strong comeback by delivering a thunderous clothesline and taking the red head down. Despite her being the one using the low-blow Karla had the audacity to claim that Ryu was being the cheap wrestler. "Hmph you really out to look at your own wrestling tactics before questioning others" he said with a stern voice before pulling her up to her feet. From there, Ryu would drive his knee into her abdomen to knock the wind out of her and keep her stunned in front of her before pulling her up and slamming her down onto the ring mat for a classic suplex.

Karla slammed down on her back, bouncing once before laying down with her legs sprawled and her back arched. "Its wrestlers like you who give the business a bad name and I'm going to show how talent and hard work can overcome the dirtiest of wrestling tactics" he said with a holier than thou attitude. He did not let the red head escape though, grabbing her by the head before she could roll away. Ryu would pull her up to a seated position while he was behind her, driving his knee into the small of her back while grabbing her chin with both of his hands.

"Give up, I wont ask twice" he said before pulling back her head using the grip of her chin causing her head to stretch back and his knee being grinded against her lower back.