Mizaki T. Vs. Karla R. - Mistakes Have Been Made

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Mizaki soon earned her freedom from Karla's foot and weight pressing down, but perhaps the slow achy torture was preferable over what was to come. That being another earth shaking impact, directed at the only place Karla seemingly wanted to look at now.

Forced up against her will, Mizaki's hands flopped every which way. At moments they'd fall to her sides - at another, they'd haplessly slap to Karla's frame. The motion likely didn't hurt at all, but damn if it didn't likely annoy the already antagonised beauty.

Soon standing straight but far from tall, Mizaki had no equilibrium to her frame as Karla prepped her for her next attack. That being the aforementioned strike to her favourite part on Mizaki's body - her overbearing bust!

Hit with what felt to be a shotgun blast, Mizaki had what little footing she had taken away from her entirely. Stumbling back once or twice, Mizaki's right leg was the first to outright betray her as it came out in front of her. Only this time, Mizaki would not find her way entirely to the floor. Instead, she'd be somewhat against the ropes, with her large rear landing atop the bottom rope - and her arms clutching at the middle one!

[Monsy]

Such a soft throne, defiled by a heel, tortured by malice and endured for the sake of competition. What a wonderful world of pain and pride - Is it not? Though her foot thrust from its mount, the initiative failed to slip the Reinhardt’s fingers, as would anyone who’s immortally perfect. Lifted and drawn, strikes drowned out in a hiss and set-up like a doll that absorbed her swing. The slaps against her body acted as the flame to ignite her fume, charging up her shoulder that threw itself into the pitch. A yell soured the air as a heel slammed into the canvas for balance. Heaps of breath loosened those cherry-red lips, and needles of hair dressed her face like vines.

Their fall birthed a cheshire grin, where she raised that striking arm before her face to admire. “Wow. One measly chop, and you’re already falling? Psh… I guess I’m just that good, huh?”

Followed by laughter, the Reinhardt approached in a strut, a sashay in each hip. A leg reeled back and flew, aimed for Mizaki’s cheek and carried farther, so the Reinhardt twirled, faced the crowd to brush her shoulder with pursed lips. If successful, she’d pursue her advantage and turn to bend over and seize their hair. She wanted to turn them over and place their throat over the middle rope. A foot stabbed betwixt the shoulder-blades, mounted by weight as Karla gripped the top and hopped once, twice...

“Now be a good dog and give them a good expression, mmk?”

On the third, she hopped once more and stood on their back whilst tugging the top rope for double the leverage to pin and suffocate this busty bluenette into the Reinhardt’s world of hurt and humiliation.

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Mizaki was on her ass, gasping for air and a moment to think straight, whilst Karla strut as if she was at a fashion show. Gazing up at the evidently superior wrestler, Mizaki could but tut as Karla goaded and teased. Mizaki naturally expected a moment to turn the match back on its head would appear any moment now. Of course, she was about the only one.

Opening her mouth wide to no doubt roar a response, Mizaki's body was forced to play the part of soccer ball. Struck with a flurry of kicks, Mizaki's arms being to the ropes meant what little defence she usually mustered had becoming simply non-existent. Loud screams would fill the ring as she bucked and bounced back against the ropes, before Karla shot in to force her to turn over.

For a move that damn near made her miss the kicks.

"What...GCCKKK....!" Her question naturally went unfinished as a foot came down to her upper back, forcing all of her figure neck-first onto that bottom rope. Her tongue was instantly out of her mouth as her eyes widened and watered, with the breath outright pouring out of her. The referee was quick to step in and demand a break, but in all honesty Mizaki looked as though she wouldn't survive even two seconds, let alone up to five!

[Monsy]

D’aw, was it harvesting season?

She’d deem herself a farmer if this is the crops it yielded. This ragdoll meal was worth a feast. Someone who suited for the choke so well, Karla thought she rehearsed just for her. Her cherry bottom lip twisted into her mouth before it burst with a laugh.

The referee’s discipline landed on deaf ears. A dog that barked in the distance echoed throughout the neighbourhood; Karla bore no mind until four struck. She descended into a growl and stepped off. The fury sealed into the sharpened look snapped towards the referee, kept as The Reinhardt bent over and tried to close a grip on Mizaki’s ankle. She dragged them back towards the middle, executed by sharp yanks and a slight intentional twist to see what extra misery she could inflict. Once there, she wanted to turn them over, where she blessed their body with her lithe leather frame across the wealthy chest and an arm to scoop up their thigh for a pinfall.

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Mizaki was unsure herself how she didn't pass out. The match had barely begun, yet her endurance and general stamina for that matter were nothing to boast about. And Karla was hardly holding back with that press of hers...

Saved by the referee and nothing else, given her tongue was already out and her eyes were already rolling by the time the count came to her aid, Mizaki was completely limp. Dragged into the centre of the ring she offered no retort - her body was barely moving, with the referee coming close to calling it there and then under the pretence that she had passed out. Only to find Karla scooping a leg for a pin fall, thus making such a decision pointless.

Shooting in, the referee would reach the one count as easily as could be, with no motion from the bluenette. Confident the match was about to come to a stunningly quick conclusion, the second could would reaffirm her beliefs, before she raised her hand for the final call. One that would be interrupted surprisingly enough, by the bluenette suddenly coming back to life.

For she would shoot her arm up, breaking the pin! And continuing the match, in a move that would have been unwise to put it lightly!

[Monsy]

She was the hunter who dragged her trophy, already bled dry of life, left on display, and turned over for what seemed a ceremonious pinfall. Her back pointed towards their head as she scooped up the leg, hands interlocked at the fingers. She bobbed her head in each count until the dreaded three eluded her, where the finger lock grip broke, and she sat up at their side, faced away and slumped.

“… Wow.” The ring of the bell never felt so throat-numbing.

Her head snapped to the side and gazed over-shoulder, dressed in a lopsided smirk. “You must be hungry for more! Or maybe your hope is still running high? I want to find out.”

She seized Mizaki’s stubborn arm, coupled with forced chuckles. One mounted the wrist, the other reached to clasp around their index to wrench it back, and both knees shuffled to wedge themselves underneath her shoulder, an effort to force them onto their stomach with the finger incentive. Should she succeed, Karla would press a knee onto their back, extend the arm and pin it flat against the canvas, palm directed up.

“If you have any survival instinct, I would use it now! Or don’t! Hahaha...”

A laugh bellowed as her idle foot pushed into the canvas and sent her feet skyward, together as one. Velvet hair draped and spilled onto the canvas like a pool of blood. Both biceps flexed; a teeter nicked her hips, timed with a knee-tuck that brought her knees around and dropped in hopes to crush that extended arm!

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Mizaki had saved her presence in the match, and in the process shown the audience and perhaps Karla alike that she had some spirit, but such was the only saving grace for the overly busty beauty. Karla had outright dominated her thus far, and didn't seem intent on stopping. Not as she snagged Mizaki's arm so seamlessly that the bluenette was beginning to think she actively wanted her to raise it and break the pin!

Pulling to absolutely no avail as Karla positioned her, Mizaki's heavy goods would squish against the canvas much to the delight of the audience in front of her. With that free arm pushing against the ground, as if it would save her from what was to come, Mizaki was brought back to reality all at once in brutal fashion.

For the entirety of the redheads modest figure would come down upon that extended arm - knees first, to damn near crush said limb and fracture the bone within! Though Mizaki would be saved from an actual breakage or fracture, it damn well felt as though the former occurred as she snapped that arm back to her chest. Before rolling onto her back, prior to releasing an outright monstrous scream of anguish!

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The soft smudge of skin that bent in like jello; the resistance of bone that hoped to shatter, to be serenaded by its snap, the sight of its black-ish-purple bruising and perhaps even feel the swollen limb, then pop the inflammation like a pimple. Yet Mizaki recoiled from her grasp and left Karla on her knees, hands placed just ahead, hunched over. Red hair rivered between her fingers as a leather-clad palm combed it back. She looked up, eyes closed, and had a short giggle at it all.

White-knuckle fists formed afterward, and she stared at them as she scaled back to her feet and laughed again.

“This is amazing… I am amazing. And you!” Her uppity voice snapped as she walked over. A heel cemented against their rib, and she hunched over to grip their battered arm with both hands, then tried to tug up and break their rib to extend the limb skyward.

“You’ve just been great! Let’s keep this up.” Should she succeed, weight shall bear down like a drilling press. Black high heels to dig against the flesh, the balls of her feet in tandem as she enveloped their wrist beneath her arm and stiffened her whole body to torque the limb against its socket! 

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Mizaki was forced to roll as Karla demanded - her attempts to fall to her back were in vain, given the sadistic redhead didn't appear interested in letting go of that clutched arm. Why would she, given Mizaki now had a certified weak point?

Forced to stare up into the goading redhead, Mizaki would once more attempt to chat wise in the face of Karla's taunting. And once more, she would fail, as Karla opted to use that arm not for further punishment but to restrain Mizaki and stop her defending against what came next. That being a solid boot to her ribs, with such force that Mizaki was yet again lucky there was no breakage!

Though it get again felt like it, as she let out the fiercest scream yet! Her head would be shaking everywhere as her opposing arm banged against the mat, before she brought it up, to try and push directly on the foot currently stabbing into her!

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Her body went stiff, congested with so much force, there was a shiver throughout her entire frame. A grunt sounded another shock-torque, where she threw her weight up to see what she could displace or break. The cry it harvested served as a relaxant; she eased out a sigh and steadied her hold, gradually increasing pressure again.

"Don't let the pain stop you from talking back, come on now. You're tougher than that." She said in a whimsical tone, finished by a wink. That hand did serve to nudge her foot, so she shifted back her grounded boot for more balance. Her lips pursed, miffed as her it slid further towards Mizaki's back.

A hand snapped to grab hold of Mizaki's free wrist and pull it up, side-by-side with the other, two feet apart as Karla's foot scraped off, and she stepped over to take the position by Mizaki's head, one foot at either flank. She hoisted their upper body as her foot pressed flat onto their visage, then Mizaki was torqued up once more, and Karla flexed her shoulders, primed her leg and stomped, releasing the limbs to let fate decide the drop.