Karina Rine Vs. Karla Reinhardt

[Ghost]

It was a painful experience to be stuck against that corner and have Karla attack her leg before Karina could get away from that corner. Karla seemed right back in her arrogant element with the way she spoke and taunted Karina, not allowing her to live this down without a few taunts before Karina sprung to life, freeing herself and snagging Karla up in a side headlock to start things off towards retribution. She could throw or slam Karla down to the canvas, closer to the center of the ring and then work her into a ground submission hold to hurt the girl in the process, yet such thoughts bore no fruit this season.

Karla managed to act quick and with the combined efforts of her own struggling and pushing into the back of Karina's knee, she was soon forced to falter and release the hold, though soon the girl managed to escape by yanking herself free and with a fluid motion, returned the favor of capturing her opponent by forcing Karina onto one knee and capturing Karina's wrist to start wrenching and twisting it, securing Karina from her once powerful side headlock and instead forcing her in yet another undesirable situation!

[Monsy]

Their strength wasn’t too valuable now, was it?

Two of Karla’s hands imprisoned Karina’s one; their palm turned face-up. She grinned and twisted more. Hoping something to snap, she imagined the arousing sounds of bone clicks. She released one hand to move towards their front. Her free limb reached to wrestle around Karina’s skull, and apply a headlock and pull them into her chest's flank. She threw herself back towards the canvas, carrying Karina in tow and hoping to spike with a DDT.

But it wasn’t done...
These running thoughts kept her strategy moving.
To keep this power contained.

If they planted together, Karla would wrap her legs around Karina’s upper body. Locked ankles pulled her close like a heated hug. That grip around her head slipped down, sought to take their throat and squeeze for a guillotine! Her shoulders lifted off the canvas, and her fingers locked not long after.

[Ghost]

Karina had to admit that Karla was good at keeping her down. The woman had a rather big ego but she was skilled enough to back it up. Her attacks were precise and she did what not many people considered even thinking about doing early in the fight. She had survived Karina's vicious spear and in turn, managed to change things around to trap Karina in the corner and mess up her leg, a vital part in the behemoth's stampeding attacks, the vicious charge before a spear attack from Karina was a intimidating one!

It didn't take long before Karla was one against arrogant and she managed to capture Karina's head with little trouble, pressing against the woman until she decided to introduce Karina to the canvas for a change, performing that DDT effectively to keep Karina stunned and groaning in pain, enough time to position herself as she wrapped her legs around Karina's body and Karla instead decided to choke Karina in a guillotine hold combo! Karina flinched, slowly starting to rouse away again and would begin to shift from side to side, a little late after the woman locked her up tightly but she still sought to free herself somehow through struggling from side to side first, trying to think of a quick solution to this!

[Monsy]

That spear turned her inside out; destroyed her stomach, and the bite was felt even now. She’d be damned if she took another. That leg was Karla’s prime focus, to bring Karina to her knees and slaughter her from there. And down they went - Karina on her head and Karla on her back. She already had the hold of their head, then their neck for a guillotine choke. Shuffling did little, for Karla had the choke, locked with her other hand, and her legs wrapped around them - hitched at their waist. That laugh re-birthed like the phoenix, and she stuck out her tongue towards to flaunt and raise some jeers. She felt compelled for another path. This woman deemed her a loud brat. Loud as she may be, that tone needed to be punished. She couldn’t risk letting Karina slip away from her control, nor pass on the opportunity to pry some screams, to see those eyes well up with tears, their skin crack with blood, bruise and swell with welts. Begging was the currency of forgiveness, and she had the first step to deliver penance.

Her foot slammed on the canvas and flexed in hopes to roll Karina onto her back. The choke also unwound, though a hand buried their hair, entangled like vines, and grew hooks to trench their scalp. Her other hand, cocked up, white-knuckled as Karla mounted their upper-stomach, tried to deliver a series of punches right against their visage.

“Let’s see if we can turn your ugly stone face to gravel, Hundchen!”

[Ghost]

Things were only getting worse for Karina now and it was time that she found a way to break Karla away from her before the girl would be able to break her instead! She was good at capturing Karina and she did not let the woman go, getting those legs around Karina's waist and that arm was quick to lock her in a choke as well. It didn't take long before she could feel the oxygen not only being forced out of her thanks to Karla's powerful legs, but also restricting all pathway for new oxygen to find those lungs, it was a duality that kept Karina at a less than optimal state and it was more than enough for Karla to start bragging about it.

It didn't last for too long and soon she was forced onto her back, closing one eye while Karla removed the choke, allowing Karina to breathe again but at the cost of gaining more leverage over Karina as the redhead straddled her bare abs. Karina had a hunch what was about to happen and it quickly became reality when Karla started to target Karina's face, getting a few good hits to it before Karina's arms would come up to defend it from more strikes, though it only softened some blows. She knew she couldn't let Karla just pound her into the canvas like this and opted to go for something she could still do.. Which was planting her feet to the ground, deal with the pain of her inner thigh before thrusting her lower body up hard, trying to practically catapult Karla off her body!

[Monsy]

It’s always the pretty ones that are the best to punch. Their well-sculpted faces, lovely glances, and skin integrity; pounded, bones, muscle, and skin. To see that smooth canvas turned purple, if any blood gushes from the trenches or how their alluring eyes twitch, roll back or squint with each passing blow. Screams were just the icing, and the breath used to elicit such a sound acted like an adrenaline gas for her. Punch harder. Faster. Even if it was against those powerful arms, Karla knew how to throw strikes correctly, and with all the power she needed to hurt. But that came to an abrupt end when Karina’s feet rocketed against the canvas. Her hips came up, and she landed knee-first on the canvas above her head. She rolled on her side, reached out, grabbed the ropes, and climbed them to regain her footing. A second arm came, both hooked around the middle rope as she squatted. There wasn’t a moment where her eyes left Karina, that shit-eating grin still profound on her lips, eyes like a predator with one only seen through the needles of her scarlet hair.

“Take your time, toy... I'll make you love being on your back soon enough.”

She laughed, then crouched more with one foot sliding back. That moment when Karina would take her first knee, she’d charge, explode from the ropes like a roaring bullet from its chamber. Anything was better than facing this woman on her feet, so she did everything to take her forearm and try to drive it against the back of their head.

[Ghost]

The woman was good at keeping Karina down, though Karina still lived up to her name, taking not on only those punches to her face and into her guard, but also having enough strength to catapult the woman right off her before she could keep her little ground pound going! She didn't have the time to retreat and lick her wounds, especially when her opponent was ready to go again. She taunted Karina, yet such words would only bare those fangs of Karina further as she would roll away from the woman and begin to lift herself back up, keeping an eye out towards Karla as the woman seemed eager to keep on punishing Karina, which was a wise tactic in itself but not one that would go well if Karina managed to either counter and overpower the woman if she made a mistake.

That mistake came rather quickly when she decided to take a page out of Karina's book and began to advance on her in a rapid march, a cavalry charge towards the rising Karina, yet it was Karina who kept a close watch of Karla, even if it was from over her shoulder! When the woman came looking to drive that arm into the back of Karina's head, Karina would quickly dive to the side, just barely avoiding the attack and would turn quickly to rise to one knee and up, aiming a charge of her own even with that injured thigh, looking to use that adrenaline to close the distance between the two and swoop in to try and wrap her arms around Karla's body and to hug her side right up against Karina's huge chest.. And then lift the woman clean off her feet and tilt back to go for a powerful side suplex to bring Karla down to the ground!

[Monsy]

Thrust of bones and muscles; joints and rigid points; come together for one lovely motion, so simple, so euphoric, you’d scoff it down like candy. Punching was just that. Sweet, sweet candy. She was stronger than she’s even been. Played smarter than ever before. This was the fruits of her change. The Main Event woman she wanted to be. Yet every game had its challenge; tossed from the saddle, where she tumbled, regained and charged again. Her arm was the bludgeoning bat to crack them wide open, but the illusion that her speed could win the day was thwarted when her attack met nothing but air. Both shoulders threw themselves, so she stumbled, tripped one foot over the other and nigh-fell to her knees. She stopped and piled hands on her knees. Didn’t take long for Karina’s grip to find her; swallow her body, pull it against her own, so Karla’s cheek was smothered by Karina’s covered breast. Her cheeks turned red while her throat sank. “Wait!”

The throw swept her off her feet. They went skyward, and her arms flailed before coming crashing down on her shoulder blades. The back of her head bumped, and dizziness flipped on like a switch, “Guhhh!” Pain swirled like an audacious burn as her muscles tensed up; the power turned her side out, rolled back onto her knees, then onto her back again, where her limbs splayed out, legs spread in a lovely V, arms folded above her head, curled towards her head to clutch the source of her wounded pride; her head. She whined, turned on her side and threw an arm on the bottom ropes. “Should’ve… Stayed down.”

Those fingers clutched, curled around the circumference and torqued her body, so she may grip the middle and lift her back from the canvas. She folded a leg, planted a knee, then pushed back onto her feet in this confused-eyed stumble as she veered left, then right, towards the general direction of Karina.

[Ghost]

Things rarely came into fruition whenever a counter was needed to turn the tide of battle. So far Karla was wise enough to avoid Karina's full frontal damage after that notorious spear of Karina's, even attacking Karina's inner thigh to make sure a second charge like that would not happen any time soon unless Karina was given the time to recover. What seemed to be a uphill battle that Karina was faltering towards, turned into a sudden ambush from Karina's reserves, capturing the red head and suplexing her to the canvas was the one thing Karina needed to bring the war back into her favor.

Not only did this allow Karina some time to recover and to gather her own wits, it also made sure that Karla stayed down enough for Karina to get back up and position herself square towards the fallen woman, who needed her time to refocus and get back onto her feet to face Karina. She took advantage of this, exploiting Karla's unfocused stance to charge right back towards her, a short distance off course but she needed the speed and close combat to keep the red head from fighting back, a powerful attack was needed once again but Karina wasn't going to go for another spear, not only would that still not go completely into her favor, it would make such an attack become predictable for whenever she finds herself in a better situation to use it.

Once close, she would aim to mimic only a part of what Karla had planned earlier, though she would not use a flank to strike at Karla, mainly since it would take too much time to reposition herself to get at Karla's blind side. Instead she would jump off her feet once close enough, adding a little spin into the mix and raised her leg as high as she could, aiming to strike her thigh towards Karla's face and to bring her down in the form of a leg lariat!

[Monsy]

Counters were a devilish bitch. One second to respond to what they had in store, a guesser’s nightmare, then one more to prepare for what they turned it into. Landing was always ugly if both failed. On her neck and head. Back too. The thrust knotted all those muscles to the bone in one perfect knot, ripped it tight and let it go. There was still an ache as she clawed her way back up. Like a rip in her conscious as she lumbered like a toddler, her hands, unruly and controlled by the wind that took her steps a little to the right, then left, then forward. She heaved out like a dog, and her gaze found Karina’s rampage coming head-on. Enough time was given for her to stiffen up. Her hands raised shoulder-height, stuck out as she turned cheek and took a face-full of Karina’s thigh. The front row heard the skin-smack. It turned her eyes wide, her world red and the canvas, a fresh coat of spit. Her legs threw up, and her shoulders dipped down, crashed against the ground in a heap, dragged across a foot like a sullied carcass, then whimpered out, the pain having exploded into a fresh headache. She gripped her face and raised her boot, stomped and hissed.

“Guhhh….”

She didn’t want to see the world outside of her palm’s embrace. Everything span into a worldly perception soup. It wasn’t even water, right now, but a mist that she couldn’t wade. The flashes of phones just made her more nauseous, so she kept down, pinned by the delirium of that kick.