Gil "Arma-Gil-O" vs Karla "Ray" Reinhardt - Collar Match

[Monsy]

Collar Match

One competitor must collar their opponent before gaining a fall via pin or submission

Let the Arena be sapped of its light. The rows in attendance shall wallow within the darkness and be greeted by the onset of thumps. Louder and louder, the noise soared before its inevitable techno drop. Spotlights click to life and dance, circling the spitfire in onyx black leather. The echos of her heels carried in every strut, stretching the leather that glistened underneath the light. Her hips sashayed, which made her ghost-white coat dance as the long sleeves soaked up most of her arms, except from two dainty gloved hands. Which one bore a microphone.

“Allow me. My entrance is special after all, so it requires a Reinhardt's touch.”

They culled her music. A salvo of boos racked her ears, then overcame as she licked her cherry lipsticked lips and spoke.

“Ahem... This mismatch is scheduled for one! Yes, only one fall, you ungrateful lessers…”

She licked her lips once more, her heels clacking against the steel steps, an arm stretched across the top rope. One leg lifted, then lowered. The devil’s ire didn’t compare to the glare she shot towards the referee, whose cheeks flushed pale.

“AHEM!!”

Loud pops poked the ears as Karla's fingers snapped over the microphone until the referee obeyed and sat upon the middle rope, which allowed the Reinhardt to slip betwixt and occupy the ring’s heart.

“Ahem… Introducing first, from Hamburg Germany, standing at five feet and two inches, and weighing in at one-hundred-none-of-your-business! The one and only... Karla!... Raaaaaaay!… Reeeeeeinhardt!!”

With her chin tipped skyward and arms stretched in both directions, the crowd let loose a roar. Whether it was disapproval, adoration or admiration for her looks, the recognition fuelled a sneer and glance through the red lens of her shades. Let’s see her opponent best that.

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[Arista]

Gil looked on from backstage, her excitement was fueled further by the attitude her opponent put on display, though, she couldn't deny the slight feeling of fear she felt anytime she would go against someone like Karla. She'd gone toe to toe with angered opponents before and won! But something about the mighty personality, and willingness to show how much better she believed herself to be that came from Karla made her stomach turn just ever so slightly.

The ref finally got her hands back on the microphone. "A-and this is a collar match, the rules are, umm... From the Untied States, she's 5'7 and 131 pounds it's Arma-Gil-O...!" The ref spat out quickly, fear obviously halting her from going into detail.

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A boom of loud music and a puff of confetti met alongside with cheers gave Gil a warm welcome to the match ahead of her! She skipped out, her hands up on either side of her and her legs spread, taking a start like formation before she skipped down towards the ring! Stopping to give a hug to many in the crowd, her smile never leaving her face!

Drawn out a bit, she finally came up to the edge of the ring. She slipped under the bottom rope and shot back up, propping herself up in the corner to blow kisses out to her fans, and everyone else too! Finally, she leapt down, her entrance was complete! "It's nice to meet you, I'm Gil!" Gil approached the shorter, but definitely more intimidating woman, offering her hand.

[Monsy]

After discarding the last accessory from her crystal-white coat to the red shades upon her hue, she waited with one arm across the top and walked alongside the ropes. That sneer watered down into a harmless smile, her strut but a close-knit step as her opponent’s music flared into what appeared like a party. The girl’s presence was undeniably doused in praise, capable of infecting joy to the gloomiest of faces, a rainy day now warmed by this ray of sunshine.

Hugs and smiles. She was disgusted by that, to touch the filthy likes of those unwashed, unsanitary lesser folk was simply something that budded her throat. She could almost gag. Then when Arma-Gil-O shared the same canvas, she made sure to leave the ropes and occupy the centre. Arms folded across her bust, a stare that could freeze hell bore down as Gil concluded her entrance and approached. There wasn’t a reply at first, but a glance as Karla glanced at the hand. Her upper lip twitched and scoffed.

“I suppose I can gift you with my introductions...”

After an eye roll, Karla met their hand and squeezed.

“Hello Gil.” She said, right before she twisted the grip that linked their arms and pulled. A shoulder would lay siege to Gil’s collar in a single moment’s thrust, intent on seeing them crumble or stumble. Whatever inflicted a reaction to fuel the Reinhardt’s onsetting grin.

“I’m Karla. But you already knew that, didn’t you?” She finished, and after which, she began to retreat towards her corner.

[Arista]

The intimidation was unmatched by any, even the many Gil faced that could fall under the same category as Karla didn't instill the same feeling, nowhere close to it in fact. The feeling was strong, her eyes felt like they pierced through her very heart, if she knew better she would flea the ring and just call this match off, but there was no chance Gil was tucking her tail between her legs now, she had a battle to fight, and one she was determined not to lose!

Karla's definitely believed herself to be above everyone, directly contrasting Gil's belief that no one was about another, no matter their status, she had gone toe to toe with a champion, if we're being generous that is... But either way, she was going into a battle of ideals, and in that, she was sure she must come out victorious!

The two's hands clasped together, Gil standing a good few inches taller than the red-headed woman, but size meant little in terms of strength, she knew not to underestimate anyone based on something so silly. Karla's sudden thrust forward sent Gil stumbling back, but keeping upright with her grip still around Karla's hand. She seemed mostly unfazed, shooting the woman a smile rather than showing any ounce of fear, even if that fear was deeply imbedded inside of her.

"Mhm! Let's have some fun!" Gil spouted out, bouncing back to the corner adjacent to Karla's. "Oh, I almost forgot!" Gil pulled out a collar, one that was a bright pink color with a large silver bell in the front, it was decorated with white and silver sparkly hearts! "I found this at the pet store, and I thought it was cute...!" Gil showed it to Karla, the placing it up in her corner.

[Monsy]

A sharpened stare and hardened grip, a merry combo to greet her new competitor. So vibrant and colourful, a grin so innocent she could puke. And that skirt. Was she fighting a wrestler or a doll? Still, Gil braved her shoulder charge. A test of iron or perhaps a cheap strike. Velvet strands fell over her face, a glare bore betwixt the tress as the pair continued to link hands, even though Karla released after her check. Her glance shifted from the hand and Gil’s own eyes, a twitch moved her upper lip as those lipstick-dipped brims twisted into a frown.

“Fun, hm?” A brow quirked, just as they separated and Karla turned on heel, arms crossed as she struts towards her corner. Yes, perhaps this will be fun. She needed only a chance to maim and embarrass another to make her mind flutter. The tantalizing prospect was like a delicious meal, presented before someone who was starving. That brought her grin back. And once she reached her corner, she combed a hand into her hair and brushed it back. A hand found the top rope and gave a glance, prompted by Gil’s call out and presentation of the collar. The crowd responded with a cheer, their ranks enlivened by an obvious prospect, just as Karla raised a black collar and raised it above her head. Another cheer roared.

“Why yes.” She replied, now leaned fully into her corner. “It would look perfect on a cute dog like you. ”

On cue with a small chuckle, the bell rung. She pushed from her corner and approached, an attempt to claim the ring’s centre in a jog as her leather-covered hand outstretched above her head. Her fingers flexed and splayed. Eyes focused on Gil alone, the frown now curled into a smile.

“Come on. Don’t be shy.”

[Arista]

Gil thought she had seen this type before, the high and mighty, untouchable, and undeniably, cruel opponent. But there was something else, something calming about her newest opponent, Karla didn't seem capable of getting angry, no way of snapping or lashing out like many that Gil had faced before had. Her calming presence almost reminded her of a certain feeling, one she couldn't quite put her finger on, but one that was pure, tranquil, and peaceful.

Of course, Gil had zero way of knowing if any of this was true, or was just a gut feeling from their brief introduction, the match was still on, and the goal was still set, Gil was in no way going to be the butt of the joke this time, she was ready to get a win, for once...!

"Hmm, I think I prefer goats, but thank you...!" Gil took Karla's teasing and taunting as a compliment, something she did often, whether knowingly or not. "I wonder what kind of dog I would be..." Gil wondered out loud, soon after, the bell would ring out.

Gil was usually reluctant to accept a test of strength like this, she certainly destined to lose it, but this time, Gil stepped up, accepting the challenge all with a grin spread across her face! If Karla knew of Gil's previous matches, she'd know her accepting this could likely be a trick, if she didn't, she'd find out soon enough!

[Monsy]

“Pff.” Her cheeks puffed up with smoke, and both eyes rolled into her sockets before she slipped her breath. She knew all that had to be seen from one glance; a doll, porcelain, sweet and blemished; a heart of gold; an attitude like candy. Such a sweetheart couldn’t pose a threat to a Reinhardt, someone born to win by their name alone! Hence when they met, arm outstretched, the smile blossomed into a lopsided smirk. Her shoulders then slumped, her spine relaxed as one foot dragged to meet the other. All five leather-clad fingers flexed and were greeted by another palm that nursed well into her claw, now dug into their hand, stiff, her forearm flexed.

Karla’s second arm hoisted towards the firmament, just as her eyes dissected Gil with a stare, the distance in-between fizzling away inch by inch.

〝Come on. Take it... Now!〞

Her smirk careened into a small frown, brows furrowed, and a high heel stomped the canvas. Those digits splayed wider for Gil to take - if she’d accept the duel.

[Arista]

There wasn't a single challenge that could be offered to Gil that she wouldn't accept. Her confidence was often times out-shining her wits, she was unlikely to win such a challenge, but she did still have a trick.

Gil took Karla's hands into her own, quickly realizing that even if she tried there was no real way for her to win in close range battles like this. Gil offered a smile to the redhead, she knew her weaknesses, for sure. But all the same, she knew her strengths, and she was determined to let Karla know what they were soon enough.

Gil's back arched back as she struggled and failed to maintain her position in the tie-up, Karla dominated her in the regard, but Gil was about to do a little dominating of her own! Gil swung her hips back like a batter ready to take a big swing, and then she pushed them forward, slamming her hips right in to the side of her redheaded foe!

"How about you take this...!" Gil teases with a mock evil smile spread across her face. She was far from intimidating, and she knew a move like that might only serve to make Karla angry, but Gil had an answer if that was the case, whether or not the answer was correct, was yet to be seen.

[Monsy]

The bond formed palm-to-palm, conjoined between skin and leather. The crowd lent their voices in support and placed bets as the two readied themselves and waged the opening battle. Her knuckles swelled into a pearly-white, and her lips wound into a sly sneer as she jutted a foot forward and invested weight onto the leg. She kept her arms bent and aligned her elbows to make an all-out effort, enough to make the lightweight grunt and strain muscle.

Then success poured like wine in copious amounts. The Reinhardt’s advance was unchecked and forced an arch - despite her size, Karla poised as the giant. This only encouraged her to push further and lift her foot for another step. Both eyes remained on Gil, meanwhile, ignorant to the tactic employed at waist-level.

Gil’s hip punched her stomach. The pain knotted inside her gut as her high heels lifted from the canvas, her hips sent into retreat, and she released both hands. Nausea burbled, and she choked on her breath, which resembled a gag, wet but powerful.

“What sort of tactic is that?!”

As her hair swiped the canvas, Karla peered up and shot a nigh-murderous intent, brimmed with focus. Growls filled her tone, bouncing off tight lips. She exploded in pursuit, a yell bursting from its veil like a blown gasket. Ahead she went, shoulder aimed and primed to bludgeon Gil’s stomach with a spear!

[Arista]

"It's called a hip check, or a hip bump, whichever you want to call it...!" Gil swayed back and fourth, in blissful happiness of just being in the ring, even with her opponent's attitude quickly souring, she still kept her smile spread wide across her face.

"If you really think about it, it's a really good technique for tie-ups...!" Gil tapped her lips with her pointer finger. "I mean, you didn't see it coming...!" Gil laughed, hopping from one foot the other, her energy was hard to match, she looked like she was hyped up on candy and cake, lots of it too! She wouldn't be hitting a sugar crash anytime soon, either!

With a sudden movement from Karla, Gil had to set her focus back on the match, another hip bump might do wonders if it landed, well, there was no time to think up anything else, Karla was closing in! Gil tried to time her swing, bringing her hips back away from her target, and then swinging them forward, like a batter would against a pitch! Gil's hips, if they would connect at all, would likely hit Karla square in the top of the head!