Purple Provocation - (For TiefBlau)

[Monsy]

There was nothing more disgusting than sharing a vicinity with a lesser. She brought lifeless puppets to open the doors ahead of her, then they waited as she passed by. Iron weights scattered the walls, with mirrors and yoga mats ahead of them. The smell of air carried a taste of sweat. Machines of steel were plotted in blotches and the window light pierced in on the oak hardwood floors. The room’s heart was a wrestling ring, four corners and all and beyond that, the Reinhardt could hear chains rustling and a thump. 〝Seems she is here. Oy, dumb, dumber, hand me the little tape recorder.〞

Dumber reached into their suit’s coat and pulled out a little black stick-shaped device. She pinched it, without going near his hand and stuffed it inside her red sports bra. That made her shiver. 〝I’ll need two showers after this… Anyways, you two stay on the doors.〞

Karla strode around the ring, dressed in red shorts that hugged her thighs and a red cropped top, with both pieces having a black trim and the emblem RMNC on the left. When she reached the other side, she’d spot the target. A purple-haired girl, nonetheless, the one known as Heather Sunderland. Popular for sure — who’s been in these leagues longer by her research. But that didn’t amount to her own stature. She was just a woman, who hogged a percentage of the spotlight. Who took away time from an already congested main event card. That being herself and herself alone. So she’d take no respite running straight for their back, shoulder points and then thrust into their mid-back, parallel with the heavy bag.

[TiefBlau]

Heather was almost pretty much finishing up with her usual routine, having ran her cardio and done her stretches, her body all nice and warmed up for the more intense part of her workout. She wasn't much one for weights or anything like that, but the bag was always nice to practice her kicks and all that. She herself was dressed in a black tanktop with a pair of black sweatpants --with a purple stripe down the side.

"Huu..ahaa..Perfect." She was quite pleased with herself, slamming kick after kick, her body, twisting enough to hit upwards and downwards, working on the whole specific targeting with her kicks and building up strength with each one.

She certainly wouldn't be expecting someone to be watching her--let alone targeting her for a bit of a surprise attack. Her eyes widened as she felt that sudden impact at her back, her body rocked and crushed hard against the heavy bag, trapping her in position, dazing her enough so that she couldn't react immediately. "Ngkh..guh..w-wh--what the hell!?"

[Monsy]

This bull's horns gored its target against the stiff dangling post. Karla postured a foot back to hold position, then laughed with the back of her hand over her mouth. "Oh my god!" She said in an exaggerated tone, "You must be Heather Sunderland! I'm so sorry, it's just… I didn't recognise you with how disappointing you look. Let me get off you." If they remained stunned through her quip, she'd grab them by the hair, step aside and yank them back. A foot swung to clip the back of their knees, and the tug now turned South in hopes to see them crumple onto the ground. From there, Karla could stand tall at their side, hands behind her back, leaning over, so her red hair dangled down like a tied-up velvet curtain. "Karla Ray Reinhardt, by the way."

[TiefBlau]

Heather took a sharp breath through her teeth, cursing beneath her frustration, shaking her head just a little as she heard the girl's words. She groaned out just a little, about to say something more--before she was gripped by her hair, yanked backwards. She let out a loud yelp, her arms flailing around, that hit to the back of her knees dropping her hard right onto the floor with that tug. She winced hard, her body feeling a nice dull pain, scalp stinging just a bit from how roughly she was yanked back.

"Tch..kgh..d-damnit.." She cursed out under her breath, looking up at the girl as she stood over her, introducing herself. Heather just shook her head in her frustration, pushing at the girl's legs, just trying to push herself out of the way and roll to get some kind of distance, her head spinning from this whole sudden surprise attack.

[Monsy]

This was too good to pass up. She had all the power in the world right now, prey at her fingertips and malice like underutilized clean teeth that begged to be bloodied. And after the trip, Karla loitered by watching them push at her legs, looking down and scoffing, “Dammit? Is that really how you introduce yourself to a Reinhardt? Tch. Tch. Tch… How impertinent.” Then they rolled away. Or perhaps tried to. How far did they expect to get, with her tormentor so fresh, stalking them? Karla undid any hope with a sprint; her dominant left leg cranked back then whipped in hopes to catch their stomach, a move she sought to be the precursor to pin her foot on their belly so they’d be forced to look up. See her eyes. That pearly-white grin, twirling red locks and otherwise straight velvet mane. A strong figure and a stand-out personality for every muscle like a sculpture. “Heel.”

[TiefBlau]

Heather was fuming with KArla's words, clenching her fists tightly, thinking she could at leeast--get some distance and get herself up..but before she could manage getting any sort of reasonable distance, Karla slammed that kick of hers right into her stomach! The pain surged through her body, making her squirm and wriggle around, pinned with her keeping it nice and firmly planted against her belly. She glared up at her, squirming helplessly beneath her, fighting to regain herself from the kick.

"S-shut...agh..shut up..W-wait till I get..back up--" She groaned out in her frustrations, this whole..ambush not looking good for Heather, having trouble fighting her off.

[Monsy]

“Till you get up? Hundchen, I have no intentions of allowing that.” The foot shifted and planted on their far side, with the Reinhardt now looming over, her shadow almost enough to swallow her victim. Karla got down on one knee and tried to lay hands on their shoulders, still them for, but a second, so she could seat their stomach. From here, she’d sit up, release any grip on their body, and plop her weight down. She’d delve a hand into her pocket and pull out a stick recorder, waving it inside her fist. “Well, I do. Buuuuuuut. I want something from you. And only then will I let you go.”

[TiefBlau]

Heather grit her teeth at her words, struggling and writhing beneath her a bunch--until she moved to get down to hold her even more further in place. She squirms and wriggles around a bunch, trapped completely beneath her as she sat herself down onto her stomach, her face turning a bit deeper red. She blinks a couple times at that recorder, tilting her head a bit with her words, having no idea what she could possibly want.

"W-what kind of ridiculousness are you about to say to me? What do you want then? Wanting me to completely kick your ass or what??" She let out, narrowing her eyes with as rough a glare as she could manage.

[Monsy]

This fish-netter didn’t seem to have a real plan to escape. That suited her needs just fine and fed creases into Karla’s smile as she straddled them, effectively pinning them into something quite helpless. If a predator could play with its prey. Karla clicked her tongue and waved the recorder stick, pressing a button on its side, and now a little light flashed red. “Something along those lines, yes.” She blew back the bangs that covered one of her eyes.

“I want to see what you’re made of. I want to know your worth. I… want… a match. That’s it. But if you think you can dislodge me now, then go ahead, come and as you say ‘completely kick my ass’. I’ll beat you clean, regardless. Every time.”

[TiefBlau]

Heather let out a loud huff as she responded like that, pressing the button on that recorder stick. Heather blinks a couple times as she tilt her head slightly, a bit taken back by the lengths that the girl was going to get this kind of match. Heather had her mouth hanging open just slightly before she clicks her tongue, turning her head.

"H-honestly..jumping me like this to ask for that.." Part of Heather wanted to say no just to spite her at this point..but she was sure at the moment, she probably wouldn't be able to push herself up and toss her off. She took a deep sigh, grumbling under her breath before finally looking back up at her. "W-whatever, if you want a match so bad then fine, I'd be more than happy to beat you"