Morgan Frey vs. Karla "Ray" Reinhardt - Ceaseless Struggle

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Taking Karla down with a dragon screw takedown, Morgan planned to keep up with her attack, but was discouraged when Karla kicked at her, and she stepped back, abandoning her plan as she would move away from her opponent, seemingly giving her time to recover.

Moving backwards, she would then quickly use the ropes to catapult herself forward, planning to run past her opponent to rebound from the opposite ropes. Then, she would return to her opponent once more before attempting to deliver a running big boot, provided that her opponent had already taken a sitting position.

[Monsy]

She had to get back to her feet by any way she can. Staying on the ground was simply too vulnerable for a stand-up boxer. Morgan however had different plans for Karla as she began to sit up. And the boot struck her perfectly square in the face, sending her head snapping back as her body would soon follow. She sit like a sack of bricks, with ferocity and a smack the audience can hear, and cheer for. Her arms fell above her head, possibly knocked out cold, but the groan that followed would disprove such a theory.

But she was seeing double. The overhead lights were glaring, that made her wince. "Nnghh, ow...ow.--" When the answer of getting back up seemed hopeless while in the ring, the next best thing came to mind. It came when her cheek rested on the mat, she caught a glimpse of the blurry landscape that was the audience. At that moment she decided the best thing to do, was to roll and try to leave the ring. Then she could get her feet beneath her when she slipped off the apron. Even if that did work, she'd stumble back while holding her forehead, groggy.

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Knocking down her opponent with a big boot, Morgan then saw Karla rolling out of the ring, getting off of the apron and getting herself on the floor outside the ring. At first, she thought about waiting inside the ring, but she decided that she needed to follow after her so that she could keep her under control.

So, Morgan would slip out of the ring, following after Karla. Slipping through the ropes, she would jump off the apron, landing on the floor outside the ring. From there, she would try to approach Karla and grab her by her head, hoping to continue with her attacks outside the ring. Meanwhile, the referee started counting for the count out from inside the ring.

"ONE!"

[Monsy]

She held onto the side of the ring for balance, keeping herself steady while things in her vision started to settle. But before she could regain full control over her whereabouts, she was grabbed by the head! A groan ushered out, her hands reached to clamp on Morgan's wrist that snatched her so crudely. She stumbled a few steps, looking down at her wobbly feet. But she wasn't just about to let herself get rolled over.. So she dialed back a hand, and threw an aimless knife chop that would hopefully strike Morgan just below the chest. She'd wobble after the attempt.

But if it worked, Karla would try to seize a bit of breathing room by holding onto Morgan's wrist, yanking it back while Karla threw her weight in the same direction. It was hoped that while Karla may fall over, she will send Morgan barreling into the corner to meet some fresh and cold steel!

"TWO!" The ref would count.

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Now outside the ring, Morgan grabbed Karla by her head, planning to keep attacking her while they were still outside the ring, but her opponent grabbed her by her wrist before she hit her with a chop right below her chest. "NGH!!!" Morgan showed a pained expression as she took the hit, and before she could do anything to compose herself, Karla proceeded to whip her towards the nearest corner, and she was sent tumbling towards it.

Knowing that a collision was inevitable, Morgan brought her arms up to keep her head from being hit, but her body still hit the post, causing considerable pain and damage on her petite body. "AUGHH!!" Of course, she was still able to stand on her feet, though the pain made her pause a little, leaning against the apron as she tried to recover. At the same time, the referee continued counting for the countout, due to them still outside the ring.

"THREE!"

[Monsy]

Alas, Karla had begun to make some headway. After a successful chop and subsequent whip, Karla found herself with a moment to breathe and recollect herself. She delved her hand into her hair, pushing back her bangs that lay in her eyes like needles. It may have only been a few seconds, but it was all Karla needed to shake off earlier punishment and get her head back in the game.

She strutted up to the apron beside Morgan, an elbow resting on the platform so she could gaze at her stunned state. "Say... Why don't you speak? I haven't heard one word out of you yet." She said with a sneer. Hearing her opponent's earlier pain really did put the spring back in her haughty step. But just as her question ended, Karla reached out to try and grab a handful of Morgan's hair, attempting to bring their face down into the platform with authority, and Karla's expression would morph into a glare. She hoped this would stun Morgan long enough to envelop her arms around Morgan's waist, but she had forgotten to lock the grip. "Speak!" She would shout with more venom.

And finally, Karla would try to seize the moment and German suplex her dear opponent, arching her back in a fully flexible bridge.

"FOUR!"

[PrinceArjuna332]

Leaning against the apron, Morgan tried to recover as quickly as possible, thinking of bringing the fight back into the ring, but Karla had already moved next to her, speaking to her while throwing a sneer at her. Even if Morgan were to respond to those words, she couldn't get them out as Karla then proceeded to grab her by her hair before slamming her face first into the platform, eliciting a cry of pain from the quiet petite wrestler. "MGYAAHH!!!" It left her stunned, allowing Karla to continue with her momentum, wrapping her arms around her waist before lifting her up and throwing her over with a German suplex.

"PNGYAAHHH!!"

Morgan's body crashed down into the floor, leaving her temporarily stunned and helpless. Considering that they were still outside the ring, the referee continued counting for the count out.

"FIVE!"

"SIX!"

[Monsy]

Letting go of the coil around her opponent’s waist, she took her time getting up with a pompous grin on her face. Since she was at ringside, she decided to look towards the audience, propping one hand beside her mouth like she was trying to conceal what she was saying.

⠀⠀⠀⠀〝 I think she actually spoke that time. 〞

She would speak with a laugh, perhaps amusing the nearby front rowers with the redhead’s apparent sadism.

“SEVEN!” The ref would call. Her eyes darted towards him in a vexed glare. Guess the fun’s over for now. If her opponent was still in recovery, Karla would approach them from behind, grabbing two handfuls of their hair to force them up to stand at her mercy. Then, she would shove them towards the apron once more, lifting their small frame over the ridge of the ring and then pushing them beneath the bottom rope if possible.

“EIGHT!”

By now, her confidence was exploding — and she began eyeing the turnbuckle as it was an enticing challenge to be conquered. She would join Morgan in the ring soon after, just as the ref counted nine. But instead of trying to perform a move on her downed opponent, she was going to the turnbuckle — climbing it from the inside step by step with her hands gripping the top for balance.

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Morgan was on the floor, writhing in pain after being suplexed hard by Karla earlier, and with the referee counting for the countout, it seemed that Karla had decided to bring the match back into the ring. Morgan was pulled up before being shoved back into the ring. Laid out on the mat, groaning in pain, she tried to focus her mind on her recovery as Karla rejoined her into the ring.

It seemed that Karla had decided to climb up the turnbuckle, seemingly preparing for something. Groaning, Morgan would roll herself over onto her hands and knees, getting on all four. She panted and wheezed, her small body trembling slightly from exertion. Despite changing position, she wasn't out of danger yet, and she wasn't sure what Karla would try to do after this.

[Monsy]

While someone who cared deeply about victory, it was always counterbalanced by the enchanting thrill that came with the fight itself. She wanted to create a spectacle. She wanted to hurt them. Humiliate them, and leave a stain to be remembered. That’s all she could think about as she mounted the top turnbuckle, continuing to hold the rope until she could grasp a modicum of balance. Then she turned around, facing the ring and her dear opponent Morgan.

She was not a high-flyer. The amount of times she went top-rope could be counted on one palm, but now with the aid of adrenaline, there shall be another! Standing tall, she reached down and slapped her knee twice, foreshadowing her next move as to rally the crowd’s anticipation in her favour.. Or Morgan’s. A wry smile vested on her lips as she took the plunge, leaping to perform a diving knee drop aimed for the back of Morgan’s head. Should this be met with ample success, Karla would roll as to spare her knees from greater damage. Coming to a single knee, she looked over shoulder in anticipation to witness the pain she cursed her opponent with, still wearing the same grin from before. Then she leaned back, letting her back slap against the mat before rolling over to be lined up with Morgan’s head. Her chin rested in her hands that were propped up by her elbows; it was if she were a gleeful observer, taunting with a laugh. Then she reached to latch her hand into Morgan’s purplish hair, hoping to lift her head so they could stare at each other eye to eye — their faces only inches apart.

“Any words for me yet, mein freund?”