To the Limit: Tiki Lowell vs Karla Ray Reinhardt

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It was clear to Tiki that Karla was one of those people who would talk all the smack in the world, but wouldn't here a word from anyone else. Tiki was fine to just shut up and fight, but that didn't mean she didn't find people like Karla as incredibly irritating to interact with. The kind of person that demands other people be brick walls for her to boast into.

But that wasn't important right now. What was important was the hard fought struggle between the two wrestlers. Tiki was slowly gaining ground, so Karla decided to quite literally try a different angle. Having a lower position, Karla had the advantage of leverage. And she used it to come up under Tiki and lifted her feet off the ground.

It was clear that Karla wanted to run Tiki into the corner ringpost, and the greenette was short on time to do something about it. So she decided to get her money's worth on Karla instead. Tiki pulled back her leg and drove her knee into Karla's chest, just underneath her bust. She felt her knee hit flesh at the same time she felt her body crash against the corner. Tiki would then try to push Karla away and then get out of the corner, her back stinging.

[Monsy]

The woman’s weight bore deep on her shoulders. Even more on her spine. It almost flexed her backwards, but the charge counter-balanced and they’d storm into a blitz. A disgusting knee crushed her boob, and it throbbed like a loose exploding circuit. Her breath hitched, an eye shut, and she’d feel breathless when they clambered together in the corner. Karla dropped to one knee, and Tiki’s shove pushed her onto her toes, and slid as Karla rose again, then placed a foot between theirs. And her forearms crossed against Tiki’s inner-forearms, trying to pry Tiki’s grip. If she could move those hands, Karla’s stance allowed her arm to wind up, stretch across her chest, her hand sharpened into a blade that whipped and set to chop them beneath the breasts.

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Though Tiki tried to shove Karla away once they had each laid into the other with an attack, the redhead was able to maintain her footing, then quickly came back in on Tiki to keep her stuck in the corner. The two women struggled again for a bit, but then Karla pulled her arm back and paid Tiki back for the knee with an attack of her own that landed beneath Tiki's breasts.

"Hut!" was the noise Tiki made as a shot of air escaped her lips after getting hit. But she was still going for her next idea nonetheless. Using a similar tactic Karla had done to escape the corner earlier, Tiki would step back into the ropes and bounce off of them. But she wasn't going for a strike.

Tiki wanted to bounce off the ropes, out of the corner, and past Karla. If she did, Tiki would then swing around up behind Karla and try to slip her into a full nelson. If it worked, then Tiki would fall onto her back, bringing Karla down with her of course, and then combo her full nelson with a bodyscissor.

[Monsy]

Ferocity was the ammunition that gunned her opponents down into the corner. Karla’s aggression bore its fruit, slamming Tiki into the corner. The pain was the morphine that drove her on; a chop delivered in reply that Karla threw her shoulder into and donned a bladed stance. Perhaps it wasn’t wise to not swallow the exit points of the corner with Tiki’s rope-hop allowing a swift exit before their torture session could inaugurate. Behind she went and with only enough time to look over-shoulder before arms hooked her armpits and lifted her arms above her head. The fall brought her down, landing shoulders into their breasts. Their legs surrounded her muscular quads onto her abs, the constriction of thighs like a poison that made her breath shallow, her teeth grit and seethe.

“Du kleiner schlampe…”

Karla opened her legs wide and slammed her feet into the mat. Then she walked back, trying to stack her opponent’s shoulders and start a pinfall.

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Though the first things that came to mind for most people when thinking about Tiki's physical attributes were things like big, strong, and bulky, the greenette was also deceptively agile. That agility was something Karla would experience firsthand when Tiki went from standing in front of her to behind her, locking in a full nelson before the red head could do anymore than turn her head in an attempt to follow.

Once Tiki brought Karla down to the mat, the German wrestler did not try to escape, she went for a match ending counter. She bridged her body to push her shoulders down onto Tiki's for a pinfall. But the ref barely got to one before Tiki made her own counter. She released the bodyscissor so she could hook her legs around Karla's thighs and pull them apart, trading her scissor for a leg spread to kill the leverage Karla had that she was using to pin Tiki.

[Monsy]

This peculiar lock made her look like a dime inside a sun. Only in her hips did she escape Tiki’s shadow. The rest swallowed, her hands only just above their head, Karla’s legs seemed like half-legs. After her push to pin Tiki, she was spread wide. The muscles of her thighs bit their teeth and she growled. 〝Ghh…. USELESS HUNDCHEN, COULDN’T YOU COUNT ANY FASTER?! I HAD HER!〞Her last syllable came with the snap of her teeth like some rabid dog as she lurched out to bite him, pulled back into Tiki’s body yet still seething with spit on her bottom lip. The growls escalated into snarls, deep breaths becoming a low rumble as she jerked around. She’d then fold her arms back, make a claw with her hand and attack their face. Each fingernail was a shovel trying to dig a trench inside Tiki’s cheek, and she tried to position her head over their face so the referee was kept ignorant as Karla kept raking. Both thumbs searched for the eyes and would press against the lid, then plunge deeper if needed, and reap what it may. Freedom preferred

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Oh please, Tiki thought to herself.A pinfall there would've been the quick count to end all quick counts. Then Tiki saw Karla bending her hands backwards, and shifting her head to put it between them and the ref. What is she doing? thought Tiki. Then Karla turned her hands into claws.

"Oh you little bitch," Tiki muttered as turned her head to the side and tucked it down to try and protect her eyes. But Karla's nail was still digging into the side of her face. What was worse was that Karla was getting closer and closer to Tiki's eye, which was no doubt her target. Tiki had to bail, she couldn't risk it. She released her full nelson and pushed Karla away, then undid her leg spread so she could pull her legs back and kick Karla in the back to send her falling forward. Tiki would then get up, ready to keep going.

[Monsy]

Battle won, Reinhardt.
The eyes were too strong of a weakness to not exploit. And the referee could only see so much. She’d roll twice when Tiki shoved her away, onto a knee, then a full stance. That rage didn’t slip, perhaps only swelled now that she’s free; with the referee nearby, she pointed a finger at them. 〝I’ll deal with you when I win, Hundchen. I’ll hurt you twice as bad as this talentless old pup! Then, maybe you’ll learn not to slow count your Main Event!〞Then she’d yell and run straight for Tiki like a bull. It was a head-on, rage and steam powered sprint, where only a snap closed the distance and Karla’s knee raised to joust right into their stomach. 〝HAAAAAH!〞

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Once Tiki heard Karla start spouting off at the ref, she realized that she somehow actually believed that she had gotten a three count pin. Or at least that she genuinely thought that she deserved to have it given to her. But regardless, be from getting locked in a hold or not being given the pinfall, Karla was angry and charging.

When Karla launched a charging knee at Tiki's stomach, the veteran wrestler wanted to block it with her arm and then counter. She managed to get her arm in front of the attack, but Karla was coming in too hot for Tiki to handle. The force of the attack sent Tiki staggering back and left her arm throbbing. Karla might not have connected her attack how she wanted, but she would still have the advantage if she went to follow up.

[Monsy]

There’s nothing like the collision of bone into tissue. To crush everything within your might like torn paper between your hands. Bone into bone was different. But it was still blood to this piranha’s nose, so when her charge stopped, she went for that arm’s wrist. She raised it, ducked underneath and twisted the limb. Then tried to fold the arm behind her back, apply a second hand to their forearm and shove. This was to take their rear, and she predicted they’d turn around and meet her face-to-face. If they did, Karla already bent her knees and now popped off the ground. Her feet turned horizontal, parallel with the canvas, knees coiled to her chest then thrust like pistons, boots pressed together and now shot for Tiki’s chin for a dropkick!