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

[xalex]

This knee was just the best thing to get off a lot of steam. She would kneel in front of the opponent for a few moment, still breathing heavily. Her right arm would whip over her face and tried to get the blood out of her face, but per accident she would only smire the blood over her check. She would then use her other hand to push her hair out of her face.
Her blood covered hand would grab the hair of Karla and would pull her forwards a little bit. She would bring the ear of her opponent right next to her mouth and would whisper: “Oh did I hurt you? Better stay down or I hurt you some more!” when she finished she would throw the head of her opponent backwards into the turnbuckle again. Sandra would then use the top ropes above her head to slowly pull herself back to her feet. She would slowly turn around to stand with her back to the corner.
Time to drive home who the bitch was… the American woman would shove her butt backwards and right into the face of Karla. Sandra would press her rear end into the smaller woman’s face and trap her in the corner that way. It had been enough to take down piper that way maybe it was enough for Karla.

[Monsy]

Even when Sandra had grabbed Karla by the hair and hoisted her up to her ear, she still seemed lifeless, and breathed humbly. Her jaw hanged just a bit and it looked as if her eyes had rolled back. There was no quip Karla could muster as she begun to see the diluted mat before her, a screen of white with a voice that reverberated in her ear. Then it was replaced with black and breathing was cut off. It was like her senses snapped back home and Karla let out a muffled scream.

The desperation kicked in adrenaline, the embarrassment, and panic was about immediate once she realized how Sandra set her up. The small boxer back to kick her feet against the mat, trying to catch Sandra's feet and make her fall. At the same time, Karla tried to use the ropes in hopes to leverage herself out of the hold. She needed to act fast, using her strength to try to fight back - before that inevitably dried up, and she became victim to a humiliating defeat.

[xalex]

The American woman would grind her rear end over the face of her opponent only to show her who the boss was. The fans would be split about this act. A few found it hot and cheered loudly for the red hair in control, meanwhile a lot of the viewers were really disliking this disrespectful behavior and started to boo Sandra. They disliked the break of the fast pasted and brutal brawling. But suddenly the American woman would feel how her opponent came back to life and reached for her legs… with a surprised gasp the red haired woman would drop forwards onto the mat. She was still landing on her hands and knees. She would spin her head around fast and stare daggers at her foe for a few seconds. “you don´t know when you should quite! Do you!” would Sandra say getting back up to her feet. “I wanted to give you a soft way out… but seems like I need to kick your skull in…” would the American woman say while she lifted her foot up. She would smirk before she would actually try to kick her foot down but instead she would try to stomp onto the flat chest of her opponent.  She would put much of her weight behind this one stopm trying to make it as powerful as she could, also making it as hard to control as possible. her foot would swing down like a wrecking ball Sandra wouldn´t have enough time left to stop it if anything would happen.

[Monsy]

For the moment that led up to her freedom, she felt rage start to boil over and nestle into this ball that was sent barreling down a hill. It gave her a second wind if you will, something which Karla fed off of. She didn't know how to quit, no, as long as she was still lucid, she refused. So as the kick came barreling down, primed and eager to ring her bell once more, Karla moved. Rolling to the side, evading the boot before using the ropes to suddenly pull herself up in what was a rocket of energy.

"I have a question for you, American." Karla would state. Right as that happened, Karla would act in swift succession; reaching to pull on Sandra's shoulder to make her face Karla, then attempting to strike her in the solar plexus with a viscous right straight punch. If that was successful, Karla would take a few steps back, and charge Sandra. Finally, she'd attempt to close the distance in one furious yell, jumping with both knees raising in hopes to smash into Sandra's face. This is what she dubbed, the Karla Cutter - a double knee uppercut that she's used on multiple opponents bigger than herself in the past. It came fast and hit with all of Karla's strength. After which, she will likely collapse to the mat regardless of the result, the adrenaline rush which would subside for a throbbing headache caused by the knee strike from earlier.

[xalex]

The American woman would stomp with her full force onto the metal turnbuckle. Her foot would be bending in an unnatural way and she would open her eye wide and squeal out in pain loudly. She would jump backwards away, shaking her now hurting foot… She would try to make her foot feel better. But it didn’t help and she was still trying to tend to her foot when her opponent was suddenly grabbing her shoulder from behind and turning her around. Sandra would stare at Karla in shock and surprise, her mouth open. This shock didn´t allow her to act fast enough when The German boxer was sending out a straight punch, fast as an arrow that would hit her right into the soda plexus.
This punch was powerful enough that Sandra felt how her rips were pushed inwards for a moment before she would be forced to breathe out loudly. Her lungs would be empty after her foe pulled her fist back and all her chest muscles would start to uncontrolled flex at once. She couldn´t suck air back into her lungs because her chest was compressing itself. The red haired fighter would lean forwards and would cough out loudly while her hands would grab her chest.
She would cough so much that she didn´t realize what her opponent had been up to… and one second later both of Karla´s knees would smash into her face. Her head would snap backwards and then her whole body was thrown away. The impact force was just so extremely big that Sandra had no chance of standing still. The world would turn black for a moment for the American brawler as she flew into the corner and hit the turnbuckles with her back. She would lean there groaning in pain, her arms would lay over the top ropes, not allowing her to sink down or fall out of the corner.
The crowed would cheer loudly for the smaller fighter and her aggressive and brutal style.

[Monsy]

Cheers were the last thing she expected to hear. Audiences who bore witness to her brutality, from bystanders on the street to those who other audiences that watched her scrap. They always found her zealous aggression to be unappealing, until now. These were her kind of people and it's time to let loose. Karla would roll back on her shoulders, bringing up her knees and bending her arms backwards so her palms were planted on the canvas. Then she kicked up in one explosive thrust, getting her feet beneath her. Now standing before her dazed opponent who seemed absolutely punch drunk, making her grin in pleasure.

"What's the word when you enjoy looking at your opponent's squirm in pain? I just can't put my finger on it." Karla would ask, raising her fists, and backing up. Occupying the centre of the ring, she came running in an attempt to drive a knee into Sandra's gut. "Tell me!" She would shout, right before attempting an uppercut to Sandra's chin as follow up. These swings were all backed by the redhead's ever-increasing temper, each strike was stronger than the ones she threw before.

Should she be successful, Karla would try to grab Sandra by the neck with two hands, then push her back into the turnbuckle. As the choke initiated, she slid her right foot back to apply more pressure, looking up at the American with eyes flooded with bloodlust. "TELL ME!" She'd shout even louder.

[xalex]

The American woman would hear the question of her opponent, she was confused. Was this bitch teasing her or asking her a legit question. She would feel her head be a bit dizzy and she was unable to get enough control over her body to get out of this… suddenly she would see a shadow rushing towards her and in the next moment something very sharp would penetrate her abs. The American woman would howl in pain as she throw her head backwards into the air. She would feel how her knees would get weaker and she would begin to hang more in the ropes… this wasn´t all the punishment her opponent got for her instead a nasty uppercut would follow. The punch hit the chin of Sandra just when her head was falling forwards again. Again her head would snap back into her neck, before bouncing forwards again. The head of the American would hang almost in her own chest. She would feel how a warm liquid was starting to collect in her mouth and she would realize right away that she was bleeding somewhere in her mouth…
Sandra would try to swallow the blood down but she couldn´t… two hands would suddenly grab her throat and wouldn´t allow her to swallow. The hands would squeeze her throat with so much force she couldn´t swallow or breathe. The American woman would look up and see how this bitch was choking her… no idea if she thought that this choke would be enough to take Sandra out. “sadistic whore!” would Sandra hiss between her teeth, accidently spraying blood onto the arms of her opponent.

[Monsy]

"This sadistic whore is just getting started!" Karla shouted. The blood that spritzed her arm would only stoke the flames of her onslaught, pushing her back more and more as the tiny brawler displayed an unusual amount of strength backed by utter rage. For the spectacle that was for a lightweight to beat back someone far larger than herself by strength, the audience watched in awe. But Karla herself knew her success relied on momentum, offence, swift succession, and no hesitation. This choke would not last.

With the choke now with the purpose to keep Sandra pinned to the corner, Karla would step forward, climbing to the second turnbuckle where she would finally let the choke go. Now with Karla standing over the American, she would try to throw relentless downward punches. It was an attempt to slug Sandra in the face repeatedly with a left and right, totally up to a set of six slugs if all were successful. The audience would count each successful strike.

If Sandra failed to counter, Karla's onslaught would move to its next phase. She would tangle her hands in Sandra's hair, looking down with one gleeful grin before her move was made. She'd attempt to jump back off the ropes, bringing her knees together before Sandra's face and dropping down to the mat where Sandra's face will be smashed against the kneecaps of Karla. A dreaded codebreaker!

[xalex]

The red haired woman was not able to respond as her opponent would scream at her. She would try to bring her hands up and punch against the arms of Karla but karla´s hands wouldn´t go away from her throat no matter what she tried. But suddenly the lighs would do darker for the red hair as she looked in shock how Karla was climbing up the ropes in front of her and the small girl would stand over her…
Sandra wanted to shove her simply down from there… but just when she put her hands onto the bally of Karla the smaller girl would throw down a deviating punch into the face of Sandra. The head of the American woman would snap to the side and she would cry in pain… and then another punch would hit, this one was even worse for Sandra… and only more would follow until Sandra was beaten six time and her blood was running down from her busted open Eyebrow.
Sandra would look up with glassy eyes to her opponent unable to say something, she would just look at her for a few moments. Then Sandra was pulled forwards and her head was smashed into the knees of her opponent, before bouncing back up. She would almost end up in a kneeling postion after bouncing off the knees of her opponent. In the next moment she would drop back down onto her front, laying between the legs of Karla, with her blood dripping onto the canvas.

[Monsy]

In a matter of a minute, Karla's fists were now caked in blood. So many strikes now have hit their mark that she could feel her knuckles begin to ache and bruise, simply curling them had their consequence. But that was a whiner's excuse compared to what Sandra seemed to endure. Assuming a sitting up position, Karla crawled over to Sandra, leaning forward on her elbows so they were face to face.

"Don't go dark on me yet. I'am just about done with you." She'd comment, with a laugh that could almost seem innocent just as it was heartless to her opponent's predicament. The dominant Karla would look to the audience, glaring at them as she grabbed hold of Sandra's hair and the other hand would latch onto the shoulder. She was trying to lift Sandra to her feet, and then try to place her back in the corner.

If that gone without a hitch, Karla would raise her fists and back-up, signalling to the crowd that a big move was coming. And it was; propping herself up in the corner, she came running like a bullet and a yell. Closing the distance in no time, she would try to hit Sandra with the Gutter, a brutal spear where Karla catapulted all of her weight to drive home a shoulder into Sandra's midsection.