Karina Rine Vs. Karla Reinhardt

[Ghost]

Best of Three Standard Match

Rules: Standard
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Tap Out, K.O
Attire: Standard


Karina was steadily rising within the ranks of this new federation she ventured herself in. She had gotten some information of her opponent for tonight and to her surprise it wasn't a giant brute that this place had been throwing at her this past month, it was a girl much smaller and lighter to her! It reminded her of that cute little idol she had humiliated in the ring and this time, it was a fight where she had to gain two points in order to mean, which simply meant double the domination for her! She was roused up enough to fight, doing a few last stretches backstage while the staff members were setting every up and the announcer was ending her introduction of the fight and who was going to arrive first.

Spoiler

Out came Karina, stepping onto the stage in her beastly look and doing one last side of the neck massage before she headed down to the ramp, letting the lights focus mainly on her descend towards the ring with the occasional sparkles raining down upon her and the pathway, the crowd being rather eager to see just how much the Behemoth could impress time tonight. She had mixed signals at the start, though that was mainly because she was from another federation and did not really play for the crowd, she was someone whom was more concerned about her opponent after all.

She finally stopped at the side of the ring, grasping onto it and would lift herself up and roll under the bottom ropes for a change. She pushed herself up onto her feet and stretching on arm upwards while the other hand gripped the arm, arching and moving her upper body from one side to another just to rouse the muscles while she waited for her opponent to arrive, rather curious to see what her opponent had to offer her since she didn't really look for anything else but her opponent's physical attributes, which on paper made it seem like Karina was about to squash her opponent mercilessly! She turned her attention to the stage while she backed away to the corner behind her to lean back against it, giving a rather dull, somewhat annoyed expression towards it while she waited for her opponent to arrive.

[Monsy]

She meandered behind stage, swathed in a white fur coat that sagged from her arms and draped behind her knees. It was open at the front, basked with a cropped top; black leather that cupped the breasts and her fur collar, covered by a thin grey material that bore an emblem; her initials in red, surrounded by gold and another ring of scarlet. She pulled her black arm sleeves further up her lean bicep until the fingerless gloves attached sat snug in the creases of her hand. The heels of her thigh-high black boots clicked against the ground, then one folded over the other. They had a red trim at the top and scattered gold-like nuggets, much like her black lower-piece, which hugged her toned thighs near the waist and was tied by golden lace. She had a makeshift belt, a golden leash, wrapped twice, then looped within and draped down her left leg. The lock rested on her servant’s back, who groaned with rattling arms and a face choked to a cherry.

“Don’t fall or I’ll break your hands and we’ll do this again.”

She plundered his pocket to pull out a phone, checked the time and rolled her eyes before she dropped it on the floor below.

“You’re in luck,” She started as she used her head to push off and come to her feet. He collapsed soon after, and she looked back over-shoulder. “It’s been fun, now go crawl towards the others…” Her laugh echoed as she slipped on red shades and strode towards the ring.

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Shadows cast a grim nightmare on the arena to force eyes on the spotlights that now cast their rays on the stage. Slow thumps and instrumentals trembled through the white noise, lifted by opera vocals and a crescendo that crashed them into a singularity. Her appearance came from the shadows beyond the spotlights, into the graces of fans' eyes that replied in cheers and disdain. Both arms extended outward, and she twirled, grinned and strode down the ramp with a sashay in her hips. Spotlights followed her up the steps, where she slowly shook off her fur coat, the golden dog leash around her waist, but not the red shades. She walked the apron, then snapped her fingers until the referee cowed and sat on the middle rope. A leg threw itself up, then in, and she weaved her body within and followed by the other leg. The spotlights cowered as the lights returned, and her theme music dulled.

“Welcome to my ring, dear thuggish-looking dog.” She took a bow with an arm against her stomach, then rose, “You’re in the presence of the Main Event herself! Please, do hold your praise until after I kick your ass thoroughly, brutally and utterly lopsidedly.”

[Ghost]

To say Karina was impressed would be.. Lying. She just gazed at the woman who stepped onto the stage. It seems that she had a whole high society going, something that never really impressed Karina. She shifted her weight from one hip to another, arms remaining crossed underneath her large chest while that single visible eye was gazing down at the woman the entire woman, up until she would enter the ring with the help of a rather submissive referee. With her opponent's entrance being finished, she simply nodded to the side and briefly looked at the ringside officials to see if they were ready to begin.. That was until the woman spoke out to her and decided to taunt Karina right from the get-go, which rewarded Karla with a simple shift of Karina's gaze to look back at the woman, who now had Karina's attention, and not in a good way.

" ..You're.. The main event? " She asked with a rather soft, confused tone.. Though that mocking glare quickly betrayed whether she was truly interested in an answer or not, especially when new words came from Karina but a few seconds from her first sentence. " So LAW only has small loud brats? That's a shame.. I was expect some good challenges after beating two giantesses.. " She referred to her first matches, unfolding her arms to start rolling them a few times to rouse herself back up to fight, remaining within her corner while the referee prepared everything and waited for Karla to get ready as well. " Come then, Appetizer. " She simply taunted the rather arrogant woman.

[Monsy]

Their initial question brought a hefty scoff. She crossed her arms with a puffed-out chest, sucked in hot hair and let it out, to which her gaze sharpened its glare, nettled, and lips narrowed, finished by an eye roll where they might’ve as well done a cartwheel in their sockets.

“Well, duh…”

Continued words rained acid on her patience. Arms, once rested, now gripped the lips of the arm sleeves on her lean biceps. Fists rolled, so it curled inside her palm, then rattled once they could stretch no further. A look of dullness settled in, focus, silent incandescence, and molten malice now seeped inside the deep crevices of her brain. The lack of respect wrote its death warrant, an inconceivable offence soaked in her ironic ignorance. A quirked brow and renewed smile with closed eyes sheathed it all. A hand touched her chest; index finger traced the outskirts of the K.R.R insignia branded on the centre of her top piece.

“The only actual competition here is what you see here. You’ll see… You’ll know me as God when we’re done!”

She stuck up her finger; arm stretched above until the referee nuanced her towards the corner. Her arm fell halfway, stiffened into a blade ready to backhand. But it merely waved them off as Karla took her corner. And that arm came forward and gave the thumbs down, then dragged across her throat. Her tongue stuck out as her eyes dulled as the bell sounded. There she heard another round of spite encroach like a knife. She smiled again and took the first few steps but wagged her finger and chuckled, “Whatever you say, mutt. Let's go!”

She said, just as her foot dialled back and pushed off into a sprint. That mask melted into its natural vexed state, and her hands came out to try to tie up with the much bigger woman, where, should she succeed, chuck knee strikes against their stomach and drive them towards the ropes or the corner. It didn’t matter, so long as thee, Main Event herself made a continued example of what she saw as gnats.

[Ghost]

The way Karla spoke and acted made her a clear target for violence. Karina never had a liking towards the overly arrogant or people who seem to enjoy putting up the airs of royalty, even if it was for a gimmick. She simply narrowed her eyes and got herself into her grappling stance, her impatience was being rewarded with the early signal to start the match. She wasted little time to meet Karla head on, who seemed to have a similar plan what Karina was going for and went in for the tie up with the very intent of bringing Karla down to her knees with sheer force alone, to make the woman quickly that she was locked in the ring with the wild beast shame claimed Karina to be.

Off course she should have expected that her opponent would not actually dare to fight Karina in a battle of pure strength and managed to knee those bare abs a few times, forcing the air to leave her lungs and giving her a few moments to guide Karina to something that has more leverage in keeping the mighty Behemoth tamed for a bit. Fortunately, she opted to send to the ropes, perhaps even the worst thing to do when fighting Karina, which was something she was going to make a reminder for the entirety of the match.

She bounced from the ropes and right back towards Karla, though she had the time to regain that air within her lungs and that forced bounce would be used a momentum to charge with, like a general on a warhorse she rushed right back to Karla and lowered herself, leaping forward and off her feet to turn herself into a projectile.. Aimed straight for Karla's gut for a vicious spear attempt to bring the woman down onto her back and in a worse state!

[Monsy]

Together, they rammed into each other like bulls, locked together, where her speed turned into a swampish trudge through thick mud. Her feet skid as Karina pushed back. Strain exploded inside her upper half, captured her spine and unscrewed her knees until they trembled, bent and parted bit by bit. The push made her eyes and lips clam tight, a darted huff from her nostrils as the prelude to sweat licked her nape and reddened her face.

“HAAGH!” A yell signalled the start of a stiff bone that bombarded the solid steel sheet of Karina’s abdominals. She took one step, lowered her hips and pushed, her second foot in reserve, came forward to offer another thrust that sent the Behemoth towards the ropes. There was a long, wheezed-out breath, accompanied by a cough as Karla lurched over, placed her hands upon her thighs that shook, and sucked in a short breath.

One eye remained closed, also cloaked in hair when she peeked up. Her lips knit together as she flipped her hair back, and a woman, nigh twice her size, took flight. A pale chill robbed her face of any colour. Her hand came out, shaking, "WAIT!" But the spearhead impaled her abs across her whole width. There was an instant sense of nauseousness that grabbed all her internal organs, twisted them in a knot, then squeezed them for all their juice. She folded in half over the shoulder; her mouth gaped as did her eyes, flung spit and cried out. First, her tailbone spiked the canvas, then the rest whipped as though it fell from two stories. Her skull punched the mats, and her vision flashed into a sea of velvet, and her arms whipped up above her head, where knuckles, wrist and skin slapped and stung like they were burnt.

Her lithe but toned body slid two feet after she landed, given enough for her legs to sprawl out and twitch. And her eyes, stuck-up towards the ceiling, couldn’t discern one light from another nor keep her spit-lathered lips from closing or the groans in every breath. Everything was on fire; the pain had pinned her down.

[Ghost]

Direct hit. There were only a select few people who would be able to take a such a devastating blow and remain standing, let alone take such a brunt hit willingly! Karla would be able to achieve neither, Karina used that momentum against Karla to usher in a era of agony for the woman to deal with, spiking her right into those abs and making sure that any gravity she had been enjoying so casually, was taken away from her in a brief experiment for zero gravity.. Only to come crashing down upon the canvas.

That wasn't the worst of it either, as Karina would be quick to capitalize on the moment that presented herself and would aim to straddle Karla, to gather herself upon the gut she had just smashed in with the raw strength of a crazed bull and made it her temporary seat. There were various angles she could go with now. There was the more painful route, where she could start punching Karla's face in to really hurt the woman and keep her from misbehaving.. The Humiliating route consisted of a nice, lengthy grapevine pin that would pit Karina's large chest, battle-hardened abs and thick thighs against the feature of Karla and with the leverage she would have, it would be mere child's play to stretch her wide and to humiliate her.

She went for something else though, something that mixed both options together into one submission hold. She would crawl herself off Karla, making it look like she was going to let the girl recover yet her hand was quick to grasp Karla by the hair, aiming to lift that head off the canvas and allow free passage for her thighs to surround that head, giving Karla a taste of those warm, bare thighs as Karina would try to lay on her side with her thighs clamping around Karla's head for a deadly headscissor hold!

[Monsy]

A great ditch of pain carved across her abs, spit her in two and summoned an eternal muscle spasm. She twitched, hiccuped as she sucked in air and when the swollen-ness of her gut resisted, she coughed and brought her arms closer to hug her stomach. That’s when more weight settled down; rang dry any resistance she could muster. Her back arched as her eyes squeezed shut, her shoulders writhed off the mat, and a shaky breath withered out as her hands applied on Karina’s thighs to shove.

“G-GET OFF ME, DOG!”

She barked as a hammer fist pounded one of Karina’s thighs, then both hands wound up to grab at the wrist that wielded her hair. The red tresses, once an ocean across the mat, now pulled into a stream, screamed against her scape as they felt only moments from breaking off. It made her yelp, and she kicked with her legs as her head arched back. Her nape laid over Karina’s thigh, then another clasped over her windpipe. Pounded thunder zapped her heart rate into a resurrecting jolt; the muscle punched the roof of her ribs as she failed to suck in. Her nails scraped against Karina’s skin. Her mouth was open, tongue lulled on her bottom lip as she gaped towards the lights, bloodshot and wetted with tears that stung. Both lungs felt like they had their own pulse, and she no longer felt her legs that thrashed, her waist that twisted, lifted and settled against like an ocean tide. Nor the heat that exploded on her face, turned it red and travelled down. She started to shiver and feel an ecstasy, a tingle across her hands that weighed them down until they only rested on their leg. Her trembling legs are piled on top of each other, hips twisted on a side, where the knees were brought up and kicked out. Then those whimpers that rivered out; the only streams of wind she seemed to manage in this lock of warm, dominating prison of skin.

[Ghost]

Now came a hold that was rare for Karina to ever use, yet it felt a whole lot more satisfying to shut up the arrogant woman who was now stuck between her legs, even if those nails were annoying her a little too much. The reward for this move though was quickly showing when Karla had trouble getting air back into her lungs thanks to Karina starting to squeeze away at the woman, licking her lips once she got those whimpers from her new opponent. She would shift to act a bit arrogant herself, placing her elbow down upon the canvas and laid her cheek upon the flat of her palm, a smile forming upon her cheeks.

" I could probably crush your skull if I applied enough pressure.. " She mused, gazing down at the helpless woman between her thighs while her squeezing turned into a short series of vice like grips, like she was actively trying to completely choke her opponent out and to hurt her! She lessened enough to allow Karla to breathe, not wanting the girl to go out just yet, there were various of angles she could change this into both a humiliating and a painful hold, yet it required a more hapless victim to make sure she behaves during such transitions.

" ..Are you alright there, my lady? It seems you're having some trouble.. " She definitely taunted a lot more than she would usually do, even making sure to rub those warm, bare inner thighs against the woman before she would aim to hike those thighs a bit more up, wanting to wrap them around Karla's head instead and practically get her face extremely close to the crotch of her shredded hotpants!

[Monsy]

Her feet planted against the mat; her knees brought up and wavered side-to-side. Redness swallowed her down to her collar; eyes agape and mouth ajar, lined with spit that seemed to ooze out the corners in each choked whine. Her hands soon fell onto the canvas, one after the other; palms open, fingers have curled that twitched into fists, then unfurled. Those eyes rolled back, but she came under a respite of breath. Her head snapped up; her throat pressed into Karina’s opposite thigh, her chin nestled on top as she gagged, and her chest rose and fell in rapid thrusts until cut off again.

It felt like a pocket of air wedged itself in her throat, something she had to swallow, but couldn’t. Her feet now skid across the canvas, knees pulled up to kick again and her hands curled up, grabbed their thigh and pulled. Nearer they drew, and Karla had dipped inside a bath of heat; her cheeks swam in a cherry shade. Thighs sandwiched her cheeks, forcing her lipstick to mush against one of their thighs for a saliva-drenched kiss. She bathed Karina’s shredded pants in her hot breath and her tear-wet eyes darted to the snarky expression on her opponent’s face. There her bloodshot eyes sharpened. Eyelids knit to form a re-birthed glare and her upper lip twitched. She fumed out her nose in one shaky breath, then jolted her head left, bared her teeth and sunk them right into Karina’s exposed thigh.