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

[xalex]

Sandra would feel how her arms would slowly push their ways down into the flank of her opponent, thigher and thigher they would squeeze her opponent, compressing her muscles and flesh. She would not even get to enjoy the situation her opponent was in right now. All she was focused on was to bring pain to karla nothing else. Her arms soon began to burn in pain.
The match did wear her down mor then she wanted to admit to and she would need a longer break to regain her strength. This bearhug was draining the power from her too fast.
Sandra would scream out loudly in pain before throwing herself backwards as fast as she could to send her opponent flying over her head and into the mat for a overhead belly to belly suplex. Sandra would crash onto the mat herself and stayed down shortly to recover a bit and roll back onto her front.
 

[Monsy]

Speed, momentum, and intensity, Karla brought all three. Yet, even this trifecta bore one single weakness - power. A strength that constricted her toned back like vipers, suffocating the last reserves of Karla’s breath, leaving her chest to thump like an angry drum. Her throat cinched a tightness that culminated in gnashing teeth, shaking her head with tightly-closed eyelids. She needed to last, that was all. Hold out until escape became possible because, for now, Karla reaffirmed her inability to contest what Sandra punished her with. Luckily, salvation came in a belly-to-belly suplex. Soaring like a tin can, she flipped entirely in the toss, slamming onto her back and sending a ravaging throb into her already burning back. The momentum carried her onto one knee, her barrings in chaos as she lurched forward, instinctively seizing the ropes that lay ahead of her and retaining a semblance of dignity by not faceplanting the canvas.

“Nghhh…”

She huffed like an overheating dog, releasing the ropes to collapse onto her shoulder. Then, she rolled onto her back, forming an arch as one arm slipped underneath to nurse the punished spine. And with moments of rest, she could only groan with pain dropping into every shaky breath, a luxury she took for granted.

[xalex]

When Sandra was standing again she would start to stumble backwards for a bit feeling dizzy. This was no great condition she was in, this bitch karla did a great job on working on her head. The red haired woman would shake her head trying to keep her thoughs together and not fall back down. When she was able again, she started to move forwards again walking right up to her huffing opponent.
Sandra would grind her teeth as she slowly leaned down forwards. Her arms came around the waste of her opponent and got together in front of her belly. Slowly Sandra would pull her opponent up from the ground and tried to lift her up into the air. She would try to hold her opponent right in front of her body. She would scream loudly while lifting karla up with a deadlift and when she was in front of Sandra´s body she would throw herself backwards with as much force as she could bring up for another german suplex. But this time she wouldn´t let go and go for a bridged version, smashing the shoulders and neck of her opponent down into the ground brutally hard again. Sandra shoved her hips up into the air as high as she could, balancing herself on her toes trying to go for a cover.

[Monsy]

Addled with discomfort, she found no solace in finally resting her frame, lying prone on the mat with her opponent looming closer. Two burly arms enveloped Karla’s waist, lifting her weight from the mat, where she slumped like a folded sandbag, her long hair flicking against the mat, arms giving it a last scrap as she ushered a groggy sigh. Without a hitch, Karla’s body soared overhead, and her legs swept upward with the momentum. Her neck crashed first, the back of her head in tandem, causing whiplash. Shifting her weighting eyes left and right, both feet rested on the mat, positioned over splayed arms on either side of her head. She only whined. Shoulders planted, the referee’s hand struck one without resistance, still lost in the depths, but she started to come to. Surprise jolted her heart, ushering rapid thumps as the situation became apparent - her hips were skyward, shoulders were down, and the referee slapped the mat for two. A growl rumbled in her throat. Fuelled by the remnants of her vigour, Karla shot her left shoulder up, thrusting her corresponding leg to twist, trying to break free from Sandra’s grip in a rather explosive wave of motion.

[xalex]

Sandra would hear the second count and was expecting the third to happened right away. But instead she would hear the referee girl scream out loudly break. And the cout stopped. Shocked Sandra would move her head around to see that this little bitch was denying her the win by listing her arm upwards into the air and breaking the count that way. Sandra creamed out loudly in anger before she shoved her opponent away from herself. She turn around as fast as she could to get onto her chest and jump back up to her feet. She was still feeling dizzy and stumbled backwards. This bitch…
Sandra wasn´t done with her opponent though, instead she would reach down to grab the hair of the red haired lightweight to pull her up again. When Karla was standing again, Sandra would spin around and grab the back of her head. With and loud scream of anger she would send her opponent crashing face first into into the nearest corner.

[Monsy]

Rescuing her pride with a kick out, she held her head and grimaced, still trying to relieve her punished spine. Fatigue plagued both women, and even though Sandra stood first, she caught a glimpse of Sandra's stumble - a falter, weakness. An idea clicked, but not before a hand gripped the reigns of her scarlet hair, commanding her to stand. She growled, reaching up to snatch their wrist but doing nothing to stop the onslaught. Cast towards the corner, her left foot lifted, pressing the sole into the turnbuckle. One elbow shot back, trying to jab Sandra in the chin so she could coil her arms around Sandra’s neck. If successful, she’d drop to a knee and tug, trying to snapmare her over to a sitting position. Hurriedly, she moved in, pressing her front into Sandra’s back. An arm tried to weave under her chin, forcing the elbow underneath, curling sweaty digits with another hand to apply a chin lock. Then, she’d wrench the hold.

"Heh... Hah... How's your head doing?" She managed a dry laugh, laced with intermissions to refill her depleted lungs.

[xalex]

When Sandra was about to throw her opponent she would suddenly feel something slamming against her chin and smacking her head backwards into her neck. She would scream out loduyl in pain as this happened and she would feel dizzy for a moment. She would almost fall backwards, from the force of the impact and the numbness that started to settle in her head afterwards.
But her momentum was suddenly inverted when she was pulled forwards by her opponent and force to flip forwards. Karla would do a fast snapmore against her and send Sandra crashing down onto the mat hard. The red haired woman would stay on the mat dizzy and in pain for a moment before her opponent grabbed her chin and pulled her backwards as hard as she could.
While Sandra was still trying to recover from the fall her opponent suddenly yanked her head backwards, by hooking her hands together in front of Sandra´s face. The red haired woman screamed in anger and pain as her head was pulled backwards into her neck and overstretched. She would wiggle and struggle, angry and furious, but with no easy way out of this.

[Monsy]

She fell into grey territory. Swimming in the world of holds while strain weighted on her limbs, clinging to her maneuver. She wanted to prove herself capable on all fronts, from her stand-up to the ground. This was her moment her debut. And after locking Sandra in a chin lock, the referee loomed like a hawk. Screams ruptured from her opponent’s lips, ushering laughter in response before replying with another wrench. “Don’t let my hold hinder you, escape!” She challenged, “Or maybe you like the pain!”

Soon, strain seeped into her digits, forcing a transition. She tried enveloping their midsection with athletic legs, stepping over then falling back into a seated position, compressing their obliques. Then she switched focus to Sandra’s throat, trying to cinch the windpipe with her bicep and lock with her other forearm, introducing a sleeper hold. Should success come, her free hand pushed into Sandra’s scalp. The referee now swung the question.

‘ Do you submit? ‘

[xalex]

Sandra was not even thinking about submitting. She would grind her teeth for a moment before she would reach upwards and tried to bring both of her hands to the hair of that red haired bitch. She would yank it forwards with as much force as she could bring up hoping to make her opponent´s upper body snap forwards. She would try to smash the face of her opponent down into the mat with as much force and power as possible and hope that karla would let go of her neck afterwards. The arm pressing down into her throat did cut off her airsuply and hse felt how her head started to get lighter and she noticed that the room around her seemingly got darker and darker.

[Monsy]

Though the choke reigned true, the opponent she wrangled mustered their bite and attacked. Handfuls of her hair lay trapped inside Sandra's hand, beckoning a cry from her scalp and a wince. The tug yanked her forth, lurching over their shoulder. Her body angled sharp, and she crashed face-first. The weight piled into her neck, skull, then her hips that spanked the canvas. Now she laid downed, flush on her back, one arm splayed above her head, the other clawing at her own face, scratching the fuzzy pain that tickled her nose, face and limbs into surrender, leaving her vulnerable. And through those cherry lips, she groaned. "Guhhh..."