Lets slug it out! Karla “Ray” Reinhardt (D) vs Sandra Taylor

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Spoiler

Vs.

Standard Match
Win via Pinfall, submission, ko or DQ

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Reborn started to play from all the speakers in the arena at the same time as the lights would turn into a darker shade of red. The music was played extra loud at each drum beat. At the top of the stage a woman was walking out of the back, one hand to her hip the other handing down to the side. “making her way down to the ring in her second ever Law match, from the USA. She is standing tall with 5’9” and brining 165lbs to the ring.” Sandra would stop on top of the stage, with a wide stand looking around in the arena. She would smile for a moment before slowly lifting her arms up and placing them next to her head to flex them. She would try to show her muscles off with the maximal effect that was possible, trying to pump them up as much as possible. Meanwhile she would pump all the air she could into her chest to make this look as massive as possible as well, feeling how her top was getting a little bit tight. The abs of Sandra would be also presented quite well. “SANDRA THE TYRANT!” The red haired woman would stay for this a moment longer before she would slowly walk down to the ring, doing large steps and staying in the middle of the eel. Not wanting to get to close to either side and be touched by the fans.

When Sandra reached the ring she would step with one foot into the steps and look around one more time. She smirked and did one big step up flexing her legs while doing this. The American woman would then pull herself upwards with help of ringpost. When her foot was on the apron of the ring Sandra would spin around one time standing with her back to the ring ropes. The red haired woman would put her feet onto the bottom rope and lean backwards as much as she could. She would slowly lean over the top rope backwards. When she leaned back are enough she would fall backwards over it and flip over landing on her feet again. The red haired woman would walk around for a few moments smiling before walking up to her corner. Leaning against the turnbuckles she would wait for her opponent to show up.

[Monsy]

The lights would cut out, dousing the arena in black in a few moments of awaiting silence. A series of ominous hard-footed thumps signaled the start of her theme Havoc and when it transitioned into a techno drop, the lights returned to normal and Karla stood at the rampway. She had this cunning grin, a focused stare that locked on Sandra from afar, and she lifted a finger to point at her. Running a hand through her velvet hair, placing that hand on her hip as she surveyed the crowd. The suit she wore from her neck to the boots would hug her lithe, but fit frame, showcasing the muscle definition on her arms, abdomen, and legs.

"This is her debut match for L.A.W. She hails from Germany, weighing in at 115lbs and standing at 5'2".... Karla "Ray" Reinhardt!!"

After her name was called, she rushed down the rampway, steering away from the fans like Sandra did. Then when she got ringside, she jumped up on the apron, landing on a knee before reaching for the top rope to pull herself up. Leaning back, she arched her back to look at the crowd and laughed. It was such a rush to be here, her ambitions bearing fruition, the spectacle she found herself in, the rush had pumped through her veins. Simply put, she was loaded with pride, and that emotion was only subsequent to her desire to fight; and beat the living hell out of whoever stood in her way. She made her way into the ring through the middle rope, throwing a leg over, then the other before trotting to the centre. There she raised a fist over her head, staring at Sandra with this highly confidant grin, winking even just to stir the pot, and rally the crowd. And there were no doubts hit her mind that she would lose, this was going to be her time to make a name. Now that her theme started to simmer to silence, the referee got between them, and gestured Karla to her opposing corner, which she paced backwards into the turnbuckle.

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Sandra would watch her opponent closely as she entered their arena… damn this woman was confident. She showed no sign of fear or doubt about this, standing tall and confident, open and proud. The mimic on sandra´s face would change, it was going to be fun to break this confident and spirit along with her body. The American woman would grab the ropes next to herself and pull herself out of the corner done one big step forwards. “someone seems confident in their abilities, but aren´t you punching a little bit over your weightless, kleines mädchen?” Would Sandra call over the ring, trying to tease and rally up her opponent.

The match would then officially start with the referee waving his hand and the bell would ring. Sandra would pull her arms upwards and lean forwards, having her arm cover her face and upper body, similar to a boxer but way sloppier. She would watch her opponent between her arms and would start to move in. She would do long steps and tried to move fast and rapidly not wanting her opponent to read her movement. When she was able to close enough distance to Karla she would shove her right shoulder forwards before throwing her fist to the face of Karla with one fast jab. She would try to keep her other arm close to her body to use it for cover if needed.

[Monsy]

"I'll show you..." She muttered. Oh that grin was just flourishing after the comment, if she wasn't amped before, she was riveting with more vim and vigor now. She hopped on the spot, jumping from foot to foot with not even a response to that taunt....Yet. As the match began, Karla was quick to shuffle forward, her left shoulder forward with her fists promptly raised to form a loose guard. The punch rocked her cheek, making her look the other way and her stance seemed to waver from the impact. While it seemed like she was hurt just from one punch, Karla came with a rebuttal. With a yell, Karla reeled back her right fist and went for a straight punch to the other's face, hoping to slip by Sandra's sloppy defense. It was fast, almost like a small piston bursting forward in fury. And it knew exactly which gap she could exploit, an experienced eye if you will. She was determined to show that a slugging match was her domain, she would not let someone get the upper-hand and usurp her knuckleduster throne.

"I could say the same to you, clumsy ogre!" She would finally respond to that taunt from before, a growl followed as her temper was clearly starting to show itself in a glare. "It's time we loosened you up." If her strike had landed, Karla would step to the outside of her opponent's shoulder, trying to get to their side as she attempted a mean left hook aimed for their jaw. Then if her momentum had survived, Karla would lift her boot and attempt to thrust it into Sandra's abdomen, hopefully to block any attempt to immediately counter her exposed position.

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Sandra was happy with her first blow. She felt how her knuckles would push down the skin and flesh of her opponent until she felt the pure bone for a moment before the head snapped away. She would see how much damage this one punch did and maybe it was already enough to make her opponent unable to compete… but this was far from the trough.

A bullet like punch shoot right past her own arm. If it would been any faster Sandra wouldn´t have known what hit her. The head of Sandra would snap back into her neck and she would almost been thrown onto her back. Luckily she got to catch herself in the last moment, stumbling backwards. This little weasel was rushing around her already through and threw a hammering punch at the side of Sandra´s jaw. Her jawline was thrown off to the side and her head spun around 90°. Again a hammering punch that left her dizzy. Out of reflex she wanted to throw a punch back but Karla would simply shove her backwards with her foot showing that she might be small but not to mess with in just a couple of seconds.

Sandra would try to catch herself after stumbling a few steps back. The bells in her head would stop and she would hide her head behind her guard… The red hair would stare daggers at her foe. She would spit some salvia onto the ground before moving her jaw from left to right trying to feel if this bitch did break anyting… “slut!” would Sandra whisper under her breath before starting to close in the distance again but this time slower and more careful.

[Monsy]

With a successful opening blitz, Karla felt the bubble of confidence growing. There wasn't pain in her fists from knocking a skull, bruising flesh and tissue with every successful hit; only pleasure. She was already in the zone, but something made her think to let up for a minute, a brief pause after her foot sent Sandra staggering. Karla stepped backwards, to the centre of the ring with her arms going out to the side, shoulder height.

"This a match or a beatdown?!" She yelled out, seemingly appeasing to the crowd's hymn of approval. She'd let out a laugh, on que with her opponent finally making advancing on her. Sandra appeared to have learned a modicum of caution, Karla noticed that, but she wouldn't change her style, certain she had total control. Karla raised her guard and went to meet Sandra by stepping forward, left shoulder out like last time. But instead of going for a punch, Karla instead attempted to thrust a side kick into Sandra's abdomen, hoping to stun her. Then if successful, with her bravado at its apex, she'd rush forward; jumping up and try to wrap an arm around the back of Sandra's neck. It was the aim to then throw her weight back and cause Sandra to go crashing into the mat head first, a DDT.

[xalex]

Sandra was ready for whatever her opponent would throw at her, or at least that was what she told herself here. The smaller woman was throwing herself into action again and send a kick swinging for the flank of the bigger woman. Sandra would felx all the muscle's in her midsection and tried to tank the kick. Her teeth would be pressed together as hard as possible when the kick hit, this would for sure turn black later!
The American was trying to act fast thought and warp her arm around the leg that just tried to smash her organ's. She would try to clutch the leg and hold it close under her armpit with one arm, pulling it forward so the Leg was fully stretched out. The other arm would come down swinging having the fist smash into the knee of Karla as hard as possible.
When Sandra was letting go of the leg she would gift her opponent as passings gift by throwing her head forwards for a nasty heasbutt, trying to smash the top of her head into the nose of her foe

[Monsy]

When her foot found its home in the other's abs, she felt the same rush as did the last three strikes. But this time, something was different. It didn't result in a stumble, or a small wobble, or even a stun. One glance and Karla saw her foot embedded, but to no result. Her leg was captured, Karla had to hop forward just to stay balanced when she was tugged forward. Luckily, she was very flexible. Unluckily, a fist crashed into her knee, causing Karla to howl in pain and wince. When her leg was let go, she nearly fell to a knee but was soon on the receiving end of a headbutt. For a moment, things seemed black, like this one mistake was about to cost her everything.

She reeled backwards, the punch to her knee didn't help her balance as she crashed down on the mat hard like a ragdoll; two hands holding her face. Between the fingers that held her face, she was seeing double of everything, swimming in a daze. She couldn't tell what was up or down, left or right. And her nose began to gush a small smidge of blood, a result from the headbutt bursting a blood vessel. She groaned almost groggily, the spunk she carried temporarily knocked out of her.

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Sandra would rub with her flat hand over the top of her forehead while smirking. She looked down to her foe while walking around her body for a bit. “what´s wrong, princes?” would Sandra ask with an insulting tone, trying to look down on Karla. She would stop right next to the side of the German brawler, and lean forwards a bit. Her arms would be spread apart far, to show off. She would then stand tall again and pull her leg back only to kick it against the ribcage of the small girl. “come on get up and fight me!” Sandra screamed out angrily. “Or are you already done?” Sandra would do some steps back and created enough space for the smaller woman to get up safely. The brawler would put her arms in front of her face ready to go again sure she would simply send her down again.

[Monsy]

She heard her opponent’s voice like an echo, still lost in a bit of a haze. The taunt reignited that flame, Karla would not take hits at her pride — never would it go unpunished. The kick to her ribs however would make her gasp like a sudden wake up call, letting out a moan of pain as she grabbed her throbbing ribs. Her teeth now started to gnash, rolling a bit side to side on the mat while her opponent backed up.

“Not be a long shot, bitch.” She’d snap back. It seemed Sandra was a good motivator, because Karla found her grip again, to come back. Rolling back on her shoulders, she kicked up and got her feet under her — reclaiming a stance. She still protected that aching knee, keeping it back as she lifted her guard again. “It’s just the beginning!” She’d shout, suddenly charging at Sandra. Karla would jump, reeling her right fist back and attempting a super-man punch right to the other’s face.