Ichika Rei vs Karla "Ray" Reinhardt - NHB

[Monsy]

Spilled onto the floor like a wet carpet, Karla pushed on the floor with a stabbing pain digging into her lower back. Coupled with her piled legs, she winced with every head turn, the crowd’s rumble like firecrackers over plugged ears. Noise, incessant noise while Ichika’s taunt broke that barrier, penetrating to her conscious and gearing her eyes to focus.

“Hundchen! It’s Hundchen!” She yelled, lurching forward with her barked words.
Slowly, both hands were under her, knees pressed, and back arched. Hair like a draping mob, wavy and lightly dishevelled from the fall, going off in tendrils like stray red wires. One foot, then the other, Karla palmed her knee and pushed herself up, limping towards the ring steps, scaling them one by one, watching with an intensive stare. Like a predator stalking its prey, she waited, building a sense of illusion like she wouldn’t pounce. But anyone knew, that wasn’t her strategy. Speed, aggression, that was her play, with additional surprise. Festering with anger, she yelled, striking into a sudden sprint, a viper’s lunge, scaling the last step and pouncing towards the outer-ropes. Throwing herself against the ropes, supporting herself with one hand, her left arm swung in tandem, attempting to smash Ichika with a hook across the cheek while her chest craned over, no longer touching the apron, her body tilting over the top.

[Violet]

Ichika felt relieved as she was finally given time to breathe with Karla laid on the hard floor beside the ring. Her footing gets weary from time to time, her body swaying side to side as her mind is still too shaken to effectively command all her limbs. One hand on her forehead trying to shake the cobwebs in her head after being clocked by a fist, a turnbuckle and cold steel steps earlier on, the other crossed underneath her heaving chest as she nursed her side .With the table already set where she wanted it to be, she waited for her opponent.

She then used this time to rally the crowd behind her even more. She raised her open palm to the air before balling it into a fist as she then took the effort to paint a smile across her disheveled face. The arena erupted with cheers at the sight of the rookie up on her feet again as she is giving Karla a run for her money since the start of the match. The cheers worked like healing for Ichika as the tense on her shoulders simmered down because of them.

Ichika had seen what her opponent was capable of, her ways were clear for the rookie now, With this newly gained knowledge, Ichika stepped away from the ropes as she heard Karla yell throwing the surprise away. Ichika would then try to hit a hook of her own with the gap opened by Karla’s hook if it missed. Ichika has a purpose for it, looking to stun Karla for a while as she would lock Karla’s head under her armpit. Tugging her body deeper inside the ring until her feet are hooked on top of the top ropes, Ichika would then try to drop her head first to the mat in an elevated DDT!

[Monsy]

Both sides locked in gambit; the options laid before them were stark. To overcome such a predicament, one must rely on speed and surprise to gain the advantage, so Karla created a pause. Yelling, her punch met nothing but air, her shoulder lurching forward, her body hunched over the top rope, barely making contact with the apron. Botched, she reached to grab the middle rope, reinstating precious balance to avoid making a fool out of herself. Then… Smack! Ichika replied with her own fist, knuckles of bone ramming into Karla’s jaw, sending it left with a wisp of wind brushing her other cheek. Leaning left, the lightweight snarled. Akin to kicking a lion, the punch worked on stunning but ignited a violent fever once strikes were involved. Boxing was a passion; she’d never want to be one-upped in her own style.

A numbness festered, then she spat at the ground, peering right before her head was locked beneath an armpit, drawn closer into the ring and breaking her grip. Two hands clutched Ichika’s forearm, trying to break the hold before the inevitable. A fruitless venture, as Karla’s head, was spiked in another DDT. Her feet yanked from the ropes, joining her folded legs with her knees crumbling towards her chest, making the lightweight bounce in her elevated status, then being forced into a forward roll. Blurred vision swept her eyes, the glare of lights, the blackness of subconscious, then the lines of ropes as she managed to sit up, holding her head as the crowd’s cheer rung her ears.

“UGH!!”

She groaned, slumping onto her side with both hands still attached to her head. Ruby hues fluttered open and shut, squinting to salvage a bit of focus, twitching her legs to muster up some fight, refusing the temptation to be dormant.

[Violet]

Ichika is in the fight of her life. She's far too deep now, she thought. Heels tend to be angrier the longer the match lasts, based on her experience anyway. She has to end this fast. She won't get another chance after this if thid failed. She dodged Karla's punch, air brushing her hair away from her focused eyes. If those knuckles met her in that state, it would have been over. But there's no time to delve into details, fighting through the pain, unwavering focus as she delivered that clean hook square to Karla's cheek knocking her sideways clean off. Tipping the scale a smidge, but she’s not done yet as she pulled Karla slowly into her execution. She crashed to the mat with intent as she drove her head spiking it with much force to elicit a sickening thud. A light grin formed at the corner of her lips as she saw Karla on her back trying to stay afloat.

”Thanks for the heads up! I will get that one, two, three!”, Ichika remarked in what Karla said as she picked her up by her red tresses. She admired her for a moment before hoisting her up to the table limb by limb. There’s no stopping her now, she had a long night and she will end it soon.

She climbed up the top ropes, planted her foot on the padding of the turnbuckle step by step. She raised her arms up to her side, rallying up the crowd behind her even more. It’s just her second match but the cheers are reminiscent of those for a champion. She would then tuck her body to prepare herself as she would spring up for a frontflip. Her body folded like a ball for maximum speed and force, she would do a full circle before unfurling her body in the last moment doing her finisher, Out of The Blue once again!! If this worked, the force would break the table in half and Ichika won’t waste any time and go for the single leg hook pin!

[Monsy]

Tides were against K.R.R. From the punch that dislodged her barrings to the DDT, sending her world into disarray. Rest was a looming desire, to feel something soft, and get an icepack, lounge in a Five-Star Hotel. Her stomach felt like a dystopia, the day after rigorous exercise, refusing to clench. She retorted to Ichika’s words with bitter silence, growling with her hair caught inside Ichika’s hand. A slumping posture, eyes screwed shut that fluttered open on occasion, getting glimpses of what her opponent planned. Lumbering steps were taken before the weight alleviated, her back meshing against a cool surface that tickled her back, joined by her other limbs. One arm prodded against her crown, trying to soothe its pulse while her other laid diagonal across her stomach, laying a hand on her opposite hip. She panted hard, looking left and right to find a semblance of direction, peering up in the last moment.

But the realization came too late. All of Ichika’s weight bared its fangs and sunk into Karla’s smaller frame, feeling her hard abdominals become mush. The table reckoned, absorbing the move for a second, before collapsing at its core. Karla’s back wailed in the second phase, not only absorbing the first crash on the table but when they fell together, squashing her curved spine against the solid canvas. Her head snapped back, slapping the mat as the table's curving slant propped up her legs. She could only marshall up a small cry, more sombre than angry, being dealt what seemed to be a brutalizing show that caught the crowd’s fever, applauding the move with a cheer, the punishment the heel received as Karla’s shoulders were firmly planted, one arm above her head, motionless, one leg propped up. The other tugged towards her chest, firmly in the mercy of Ichika’s clean pin. All the while, Karla’s eyes closed, her cheek nestling against the warm canvas.

“One…!”
“Two…!”

Twitch… Twitch… All but a moment to spare, Karla's senses fell under possession, culminating in one arm shooting up, kicking her leg and going onto her side. The pin was broken, denying the coup de grace.

[Violet]

Ichika leapt off the corner gracefully as ever having honed her finisher for so long. She intends this to be her last, a coup de grâce if you will, to end this dragged out fight. She shot through the air like a meteor before crashing down the poor lightweight’s body. The table splitting in half because of the force. The crowd roared, a standing ovation for the rookie for spiking the heel, the bane of a lot of their idols through the table. Ichika had her arms stretched out lateral from Karla's body, stunned by the impact herself and a little spent as it’s the adrenaline that is still keeping her up right now.

Ichika then hooked her foe’s leg with a smile on her face, her other arm stretched to the sky as she thought the victory was finally hers. She could never be more wrong as Karla kicked at 2. ”Really?!?”, ichika threw a tantrum on the mat swinging and throwing her fists and feet around. She would not even notice that she was accidentally smacking her fist down Karla’s face multiple times because of it as she had her face up and eyes closed.

Ichika had enough, she thought. If this girl could not be kept in a pin, she would just knock her unconscious instead, Ichika would stand up, grabbing Karla’s red tresses in a fist to force her on her feet. ”You really are something! Mind if I hug you?”, Ichika would taunt as she would jump on her lighter foe. Wrapping her legs around her waist, her arm slithering behind Karla’s neck and back to her in a guillotine choke for her Cuddles!!

[Monsy]

Fuelled by instinct, the strife continued. Delipidated by two finishers and a table, it felt like she was coming down with the flu. Her stomach belched in any movement, knotting and pinching. Her head didn’t fare much better either, still caught in stasis after that whiplash. Things were foggy, hardly registering the hammer-fist strikes that rained down on her peach-white cheek. Groans slew, mumbled through her arm that curled up over her head, blocking the remainder of this tantrum. But before long, Ichika was towing Karla to her hobbling feet, one leg pushed back, finding purchase on her toes while her forward leg bent, supported by two hands against her palm. What seemed out of Ichika’s playbook, she leaped, coiling her body around her, and arresting her neck, sentencing it to a vicious neck crank.

Dams set over her blood flow, causing Karla’s next breath to evaporate. She gagged, scrunching her eyes and mouth shut, counting the seconds before she’d likely pass out, rather than submission. That kept her focus. Numbers. One… Two… Three… Four… Five… Her footing started giving away, falling onto one knee, her arms enveloping Ichika’s waist, then, falling under her thighs, gripping just under the knee. Fight. No other option awaited. Fight. Until all goes dark. Fight. To win. Fumes of resolve ignited, leading to Karla’s rebuttal. First, she got both feet under her, no longer under threat of Ichika’s weight. Secondly, she amped herself up, stomping both feet at once before taking into a dash. Across the ring, she’d rocket them both into the opposite corner, sandwiching her opponent between the turnbuckle and her strong shoulder for an improvised spear

[Violet]

Ichika is a little bit disheartened by how her opponent seems to be getting up every single time. It is as if she already met her match just in her second match in case of stubbornness as Karla is still slugging it out with her. She was heaving, chest up and down as she looked spent and disoriented. She couldn’t think straight anymore and went for the first thing that came into her mind as she thought it would work because her opponent is supposed to be more spent than she is….right?

It seemed to work at first. Her legs wrapped nicely around Karla’s nubile body, calf on top of a shin as she crossed her foot trying to immobilize Karla. Her arms draped under her foe’s red tresses and, squeezing biceps on her nape as she wrapped around her neck. Ichika heard every sound Karla made as she squeezed her, it painted a smirk on her tired face as she also fell on one knee.

That look soon faded as Karla rose to her feet again and started taking steps. ”Uhm...you are just supposed to take it sweetie..it’s a ..friendly hug”, Ichika said in a panicky tone. Her face went pale as she heard her ominous stomps. Her eyes soon darted around as she tried to connect the pieces of what Karla was going to do as she started running. She would find the answer herself as her back was slammed to the turnbuckles. Her face looked up and contorted as she let out a yelp in pain. Her body buckled and back arched as she didn’t like the kiss of the corner. Still, she held on as tight as she could but already looser than she would have wanted as the spear took a toll on her.

[Monsy]

A viper that sought to end its prey, combatting the raging bull that buried them into the corner. Running on fumes, Karla retreated three steps, unable to shatter the guillotine hold that tortured her lungs. Like internal knives, her heart thumped, stabbing her chest like a bladed drum. Thoughts were dire, bereft of blood and refilled with mud, nursing her legs to rattle and nearly cave a second time. Fight it - Her conscious outcried. Instinct decreed for one arm to reach down, trying to assert itself on Ichika’s knee and assault it with downward pressure, investing her depleting strength that spurred a lasting growl in her throat. Then if she could succeed, she’d take both hands and go after Ichika’s choking arm, gripping the wrist and forearm. With a single jolt, Karla would try to yank her arm down, relieving her neck. Then weave her body underneath, twisting Ichika’s arm and ending up behind her, adding a punishing wrench to the wrist in tandem with shooting her foot into the back of Ichika’s knee.

“I'm….” Her words were interrupted by a hard coughing fit. “not one for hugs.”
She released the hold, coiling her arms around Ichika’s waist, locking them at the front, bringing their bodies together for a malevolent reunion. A mushrooming chest pushed into Ichika’s back, intertwining the muscles of their back and abdominals as Karla’s head loomed behind Ichika’s shoulder.

“Now... call me sweetie again. I dare you.”

A spoken warning right before Karla arched her back, hoping to heave Ichika off the mat in a German Suplex! But… Mid-arch, she’d release Ichika’s frame, launching her into the turnbuckle!

[Violet]

Just a little more...a little more time. Ichika squeezed with all her might, trying to strangle that neck. Her grasp was weary from having to take that spear. Just a little bit more! She commanded her throbbing and aching body to latch herself on the nubile body of her opponent. In that dire situation, it was the only thing she could do. She could feel Karla's strength dwindling down in her hold. She could still win this, she thought as she couldn't let victory slip away from her hands once more.

But victory only loomed farther from her grasp as Ichika then felt Karla not only struggling to find a way to get out but also to turn this around. "No!", Ichika let out a short protest as Karla pushed her knee off of her. It was easy, Karla merely swiped her leg down as it grazed upon her tight bodysuit and with it went half of the hold. Ichika underestimated the damage that spear did to her. She tried coiling her leg back up and around Karla's waist, but the pain in her back stung in defiance. There was nothing left in her to mitigate this disaster and the redhead took this opportunity with glee.

A yelp came out from her as she felt Karla slither behind her. Her mounds pressed against her back as her arms wrapped around her waist. Ichika's eyes widened with fear and darted to her foe's face that loomed over her shoulder. "Friends?!?, Ichika said with a dry chuckle before taking a gulp hoping it would make Karla think twice about the devastating move she had inside her head.

Ichika tried to fight it but the writing is already printed on the wall. The back of her head hit the turnbuckle with a thump. Her body started crumbling right after that as she sat right below the corner, her head down, shoulder rising and sinking as she wheezed in pain. The crowd grew silent as if mourning for the dead as they saw their new idol down and out once again!!