Ichika Rei vs Karla "Ray" Reinhardt - NHB

[Monsy]

In and out.. She mellowed her breathing to a rhythm, which helped the dizziness that still plagued her from now. And with the whiplash dished out by Ichika’s lariat, Karla found that task supremely difficult, her neck all but lost its strength, a fuzzy feeling stirred while her eyes remained cloudy, like staring deep into a swamp. But this wasn’t a battle of honour, no, this was No Holds Barred, a playground where they didn’t let you take a breath. Ichika knew that, taking her by the hair that stung her scalp, causing her to hiss as she clambered up to her hands and knees, forced to follow her opponent like a little puppy. And if not for the grip, she would’ve fallen, god knows how many times she tripped over her own hands, or tried to swing left and right.

“You’re in so much trouble…” She spat her words, just as she was brought to her feet, forced to look up at her opponent’s face. Teeth were clenched like gates of ivory, clamped, shifting with every low growl that further a look of humiliating frustration. But that changed once her face kissed the turnbuckle, sent back into the stupor that made her expressions fall loose. “GAH!! Arggh..!” Again.. Her knees practically wobbled. Again… She started leaning on Ichika’s frame to keep herself upright, groaning and blubbering out curses.

“Hundchen.. Pathetic..” She murmured, reassuring herself with lobbed insults, one she couldn’t back up right now. Still, the sound of her own voice gave a self-serving sense of clarity, while having no response once propped into the corner. Her arms stretched across the top ropes, her head rolled back against the turn-buckle. But perhaps the worst thing yet for K.R.R - was the groping, causing her to give a high-pitched whine, her face heating up immediately with a tinge of blood red. One arm came to her defence, crossing over her chest. "H-How d-dare-"

Covering her breasts didn’t prepare her for the onslaught of kicks that slew her latex-covered abs, causing her upper-half to lurch forward, closing one eye as her tongue stuck out onto her lower lip, letting out dry wheezes. Her legs hobbed, knees bonded together until they collapsed, landing right on her behind where she’d continue to crumple beneath the merciless bombardment.

[Violet]

One after the other is how Ichika deals her moves against the cute but haughty redhead. Not stopping momentarily between them to give her opponent the much needed time to rest. Although she already had the smaller redhead down and out after hitting her squarely with a running lariat knocking her over and off her feet leaving her sprawled over the mat like a pathetic heap, she still knew that she can be dangerous if given the chance.

She mainly drew this conclusions on how devious her plan was, locking her in her dressing room and basically humiliating her opponent and getting away with it for being a no-show and if she did show up, she'd probably be too weak to fight from forcing her way out of that room giving her an easy win to grab. Although her plan might have not worked as she hoped as Ichika have brains too bringing the chair that Karla herself used, beating her as much as she deserved for such evil plan.

"Poor girl... not having enough to fulfill all those big words you just said at the start of the match.", Ichika said as she planted her boot down Karla's stomach digging to it and giving it a twist to hurt her even more. "Atleast let me make it up to you.", Ichika said with a whimsical laugh as she thought of something that would be fairly new to her and maybe for her opponent too.

Ichika run to the other corner and run back towards Karla as fast as possible. And at the last moment, she would jump looking to insert her legs between the middle and bottom ropes and hit her crotch to the redhead's face with a bronco buster. She would then grab the top ropes and rock her body up and down to smash her crotch to her face over and over and move her hips around her face for added humiliation earning a roaring cheer from the crowd.

[Monsy]

A malevolent boot was shackling her into the corner, keeping her there. That same foot began to grate her abs; pain thundered out in shocks. Her spine bent with force, her lower back arching towards the mat while her upper half was pinned against the turnbuckle. It was the same punishment she dished out on others. But neither was she a puppy when receiving that same treatment. Anger was bubbling from it, her eyes locked on Ichika, her taunts making her growl as she heaved out deep breaths, refusing to show any more signs of pain. Like someone possessed by rage, unaffected by pain, or at least presenting a capacity to feed on it. Despite that, she still had her limitations. She needed space, an opening, or any retort to reassert dominance. Like that would happen.

“Is that your best?!”

Finally given the full freedom to breathe, she tucked one arm over her stomach, the other reached up towards the middle rope, trying to heave her body up upright. While this sluggish effort went underway, her eyes darted up towards the ceiling, trying to gain a semblance of escape as her beatdown continued. Then with vehemence, Ichika blitzed from the other corner, ramming Karla’s face with her clothed crotch. Her back bent over the turnbuckle, her face wholly swallowed and throned by Ichika’s hips, bludgeoning back and forth off the corner. All the while, she flailed with her legs, her hands reaching up against those thighs and clawing into the supple flesh with her latex fingers. She squealed, trying to turn her face away from the way, whilst rocking her body rocked with her opponent’s tempo. It’s unlikely her lipstick is going to survive this ordeal..

“SCCHTAHP! You low-quality, perverted sow-MMPh!”

[Violet]

Ichika recognizes Karla's stubbornness as she's like that too but probably less devious and cruel and overall less evil demeanor. Still, Ichika just shrugged it off and went for the bronco buster and would proceed to grinding her crotch with the redhead's face. The crowd would eat this up and display their satisfaction with a roaring cheer. Ichika would moan a little and grin as the tight fabric of her shorts would rub against her sex as she ride Karla's face

Ichika would then stand up and leave the woman as she pants "Hope you like that because that will be the last." Ichika would remark before fixing her hair.

Ichika found herself sapped of energy as she pants. Trying to beat Karla's will isn't exactly easy so is the breaking out of the locker room which left her panicking and with shortness of breath. So Ichika thought of getting more serious before it's too late

Ichika would drag Karla and sprawl her horizontally from the ringpost. She would then slowly use the turnbuckle to climb to the top. "Stay down there will you?" Ichika would tease the down Karla before striking a pose for the crowd. She would then do a front flip and tuck herself into a ball before spreading her limbs out at the last second and land to Karla's midsection with one of her finishers, Out of The Blue!!!

Ichika would then stand up and grab her legs by her ankles and fold it on top of Karla and sit on them for a matchbook pin for the count.

[Monsy]

She’d prefer to forget these moments. When the tides were against her, being slammed, battered, stretched, and bent like a lightweight. However, beyond those moments, there were these times. Humiliation. Smothered by fabric, skin like warm dough layered over her features, robbing her of breath, while Ichika’s legs took her ability to hear. Her tongue rolled out of her mouth, unintentionally lapping the fabric as the heat in her face tripled. Once free, she panted hard to recuperate, using the turnbuckle as a resting post. Her hands moved to cloak her face as she was laid out like a practice dummy, waiting to be used. But there was nothing more important than hiding her shame, the roar of the crowd, relishing in her humiliation, only made it worse.

“Grghh…” She didn’t muster a retort for once, her opponent’s voice rang in her ears, but she still hid. But all that hiding finally came back to bite her, in the form of one hundred and twenty-five pounds crashing onto her abdominals. Air shot like a cannon, forcing her to scream, “AAAGH!!”
And her body folded inward, her shoulders rising until it hit Ichika’s own, her legs jerked, then both sides slumped. Arms fell to both sides of her head, her hair needled over her face, hiding the dazed look, the laboured breathing that rattled through slightly parted lips, the lipstick having been smothered against the corners. A fuzzy feeling shuffled through her, coaxing her like a sense of drowsiness, sapping that will to fight while her brain pondered on nothing. Then she was folded, like a neat package where her hips lifted on the ground, pointing straight up until there was nothing but her shoulders on the mat. She peered left and right, seeing her feet pushed by her head before everything turned black by Ichika’s seating. A weak moan saddled through, just as the ref struck the mat once. Her hands twitched, arms stretching out to both sides. Was she really about to be pinned like this? Folded by like a little present, sat on like some rookie’s throne? If her name wasn’t Reinhardt, maybe that was possible. But she always had an instinct to fight; she needn’t think, just let go... The mat was struck a second time, raising it for the final time. With Ichika being their favourite, the crowd counted with her, whistling how she handled the egotist beneath her, egging on her victory, which was only a second away. A second too much. Two arms snapped back to life, striking like vipers that sought to clutch Ichika’s hair. A vice-grip established, yanking those blue tresses, coupled with one great push from both legs that hoped to spring herself free. In this explosion of movement, she’d kick out at two, her hips turning so she’d roll onto her side, raising her shoulder from the mat.

[Violet]

Ichika getting bored with that bronco buster certainly wasn’t the reason she stopped that, nor it is because she doesn’t want to keep humiliating Karla. It might as well be her trying not to enjoy herself too much and to try not to show to the crowd how much she liked that..which she certainly did and probably a little bit too much as she felt Karla’s wet tongue lap her through her shorts and the heat on Karla’s face. That might be the reason why her legs folded inward when she finally let her go, not just exhaustion or anything else.

She then decided to try and end this already as she felt her exhaustion creeping in and doesn't want to fight exhausted against anyone let alone this cruel woman. With it she tried her finisher, Out of the blue and it went as perfect as it could as she landed on Karla’s stomach technically folding up her foe by the sheer impact. She then wasted no time and went for the dominating pin sitting on her legs as she had her all folded up, with the crowd practically getting on the side of the rookie as they certainly didn’t like Karla. She thought it was all over so she went for a couple more grind on Karla’s face with her crotch as the first one was certainly an experience

But she couldn’t be more wrong. “GAHHHH!?!” Ichika let out a short squeal as if she saw someone rise from the dead. She felt her hair suddenly get pulled, unbalancing her position and allowing Karla to kick out as the ref’s hand was just about to hit the mat for the win.

She was thrown out of her throne abruptly as she was robbed of her victory and landed on her butt on the mat. “Owww!! You could have just stayed down. I was giving you an out.”, ichika said as she flustered as she tried to use the ropes to get back up as she pants. She just slump at the corner and dangle her arms on the top rope, with her mouth open as she's trying to breathe and reflect on that pin and what went wrong while also keeping an eye to this seemingly high endurance woman.

[Monsy]

Forgetting was her top priority. Being smothered, ridden, and nearly pinned in the matter of minutes. Let alone being folded in half, where her black attire did everything it could to show off how Ichika trapped her. But in the moment of truth, Karla sprung free, landing on her side with both arms curled around her midsection, knees raised up towards her chest. Pain addled everything; her body, head, it felt like anything but curling up into a ball would only make it worse. A throb in her head, a lynching crunch in her abdominals — the strain in her legs as they pushed on the mat. She fought everything with glee, but bore a vehement glower at her opponent. Sitting back on her legs, staring forward with hands pushing on her thighs, just three feet away. Hair draped down her visage in loose needles, shoulders rose and fell as her slightly hung-open mouth heaved laboured breaths. Then it closed, gnashing her teeth with her upper lip twitching with a snarl.

〝An out? Keh..Heh.〞

She started to laugh, creeping up to one knee, then a full stance. At first, she’d stumble backwards, her left shoulder swaying to her flank. Then forward, inch by inch, they would come face to face, inches apart if Ichika didn’t swipe at her beforehand. Reaching forward, she extended a hand to try and press a finger on Ichika’s forehead.

〝Why would I want out, when I have such a lovely Hundchen to play with? Oh I know..〞

Her head swayed side to side, the same finger would start poking, harder and harder.

〝Hit me again. I’m right here Hundchen, why don’t you finish me off?? Finish the mighty K… R… R! Come on, feed me more punishment!〞

But this instigation for Ichika’s offence had its reasons, because right when Karla noticed signs of her opponent about to go on the attack, she’d use her other hand to poke Ichika right in the eyes.

[Violet]

Ichika has her head down as she pants, her chests heaving with the rhythm as she’s slightly bent over, with her hands resting on her knees as she sits in one of the turnbuckles. It felt like she has all the time in the world, having just subjected her opponent in one hell of a beating that a simple average wrestler wouldn’t have found the strength or even will to lift their shoulders to stop the count. And saying that she was surprised when she saw Karla on her feet and laughing is an understatement.

She froze at her place. At once, everything around her became a blur, the crowd’s cheer becoming some sort of white noise. It might be because of exhaustion, or her adrenaline already slowing down when she went for the pin as she thought it was over but seeing Karla up on her feet again is certainly one of those reasons.

Ichika was snapped back to reality when Karla pressed her finger on Ichika’s finger and said that she was her “hundchen” to play with. Whatever that word is that she keeps on repeating since the start of the match, she doesn’t like the sound of it. And no one presses a finger on Ichika’s forehead, not in a fight!!

With her rage earlier on coming back, she presses on back to attack mode. She would try to swipe Karla’s arm away to remove her finger touching her forehead and would try to duck to tackle her down to the mat, where Ichika experts in as a grappler. But as she was just trying to shove Karla's arm off, Karla's other hand shoot right towards her eyes which she was too distracted to see. "GAHH!!, Ichika whimpered as she staggered back, leaning against the turnbuckles, with one hand on her eyes, she shakes her head side to side as her eyes flutter open and shut fast. Ichika panics and extends her other arm as well as her legs flailing them around to try to keep her distance from Karla as she's in a very vulnerable position right now.

[Monsy]

Something about that eye poke made her feel wonderful. The tension lifted from her shoulders like a pleasant massage, a dry laugh curing the pain in her gut. The referee couldn’t stop this either, so she didn’t need to hide it. In fact, she didn’t want to, relishing in it by sticking her arms out to the sides, tipping her chin up while staying out of range of Ichika’s leg.

“What’s wrong, hundchen? Are you going to cry again? In my ring, in front of all these lowly people? By all means, that’s why they pay for their seats.”

Confidence was an understatement: the grin, the loose posture. Nothing told the truth like her eyes. Focused, livid, and vengeful. Contentment wouldn’t come with just victory; no, a precedent had to be made. But first, Karla moved in like a predator, attempting to drive her foot into ankles with all her might, hoping to sweep both legs while they flailed.

“HAAH!”

Rushing to the opposite corner, gripping both top ropes with an iron clasp. A huff followed both stomping feet, stooping her posture low to the mat while stalking her opponent. No one else was in her view, not the crowd, or the referee, just Ichika. She held her breath for a few moments. Then, letting it out in a slow-release, curling those smothered lips into a frown. After stewing on her haunches long enough, she ran like being shot from a cannon. Three seconds was all Ichika had before Karla performed a perfect cannonball, slamming her back into Ichika’s front while tucking her knees into her chest.

[Violet]

Ichika is temporarily blinded because of Karla poking her eye. ”I’m gonna make you pay for this.”, Ichika growled at the redhead as she flailed her limbs around trying to hit Karla or at least know where she is. She can barely see as lifting her eyelids up sends a burning pain in her eyes, her head moving around, frantically trying to survey her surroundings.

All those flailing around missed and failed miserably as Karla even found a way to laugh as she only took a step away to get out of range as Ichika sees leaving the corner altogether a bigger risk than actually staying there and holding down her fort until she got her vision back

She couldn’t be more wrong though as she was then swept off her feet and fell roughly on her butt, her ankles and butt a little sore because of the fall. She then hears Karla’s stomping feet from across the ring just a few moments later. It made her panic even more, as she knows how vulnerable she might be and move her head around even more, fluttering her eyes open and shut to try and see more clearly.

”Is that you telling me where you are? Thanks!! and please just stay where you are will ya? So i could beat you just like earlier!!”, Ichika shouted as she tried not to show her opponent how panicked she was by slipping in a taunt as she was trying to catch a glimpse. But by the time she did, Karla’s back crashing towards her flashed her vision.

”GAHHHH!!”, Ichika screamed out in pain as her body was crushed between a mad 115lb redhead cannonball and the corner.Ichika was left deflated and bruised because of the impact, her whole body throbbing in pain. As soon as Karla’s body moved away, Ichika would also move as she’d try to crawl away from the corner to the other direction. Her eyes closed shut and her teeth gritted as she clasped her body in pain before falling down face first not so far from the corner as the pain still felt too much. She would curl herself up in a ball as she writhed in pain.