Egos and Opportunites; Triple Threat Qualifier, Rose Gold vs. Karla Reinhardt vs. Karina Rine

[SuckerPunch]

Dazed and gasping, Rose Gold had taken the full force of Karla's dropkick without any semblance of defense. It had all but caved her chest in... She could feel the tender flesh of her perky, pert breasts ache and she was certain that they would have two ugly bruises upon them. One for each foot.

"Nnn" She moaned weakly as Karla took hold of her arms and turned her over. For a moment, she dangled from them, as if shackled to a wall. She hung over the bottom turnbuckle with her eyes half-lidded. Her breathing began to steady just in time to hear Karla's command. And her eyes went wide as she turned to look over her shoulder with a panicked, pleading look!

"W-wait!" She barely got the words out before Karla's foot cruelly drove her down into the turnbuckle with a satisfying impact! *Whump!* "Ahhh!" The first stomp dazed her. *Whump!* "Gah!" The second stomp staggered her! *Whump!* And the third sound left her hanging limply from Karla's grasp. Her mouth was open and her eyes were vacant.

The vicious and repeated concussive stomps left her unmoving and uncontesting. Karla could keep stomping away. Or she could take her down the road to a coffee shop for a date. She'd have nothing to contribute to either save for the spastic twitching that showed she was still alive and the drool creeping out of the corner of her mouth!

[Monsy]

Her eyes glistened like staring at a pile of gold bars. A foot still postured between the shoulder blades, neither did her grip loosen. She clicked her tongue, looking out to the downed Karina, then back to her victim. “Time I give you your own Midas Touch, Hundchen…” Using the wrist-grips, she started walking back to the ring’s heart, as though dragging a heap of burlap-sacked potatoes.

She released one arm and dove that hand into their golden tresses, curling the fingers so any nail and fingertips can grind valleys into their scalp, rip up any weak hairs it could and redden that skin. A couple of steps around and Karla stationed at their front, one leg at either side of their waist. She tugged the hair-grip and stuffed them between her thighs, close-knit to her pelvis, then clamped ear-to-ear. One hand dipped to hook underneath their stomach, grabbed the fist that peeked on the other side, and instead of hoisting them for an almighty spike, she bent her knees and collapsed onto her back. Her legs slithered up and locked their ankles, slowly parting her own legs to spread the lightweight Champion for everyone to see! “And for the coup de grace!” Those wagging hungry fingers went up for fistfuls on the hem of Rose’s bottoms and yanked it up her spine. Her wrists rolled inward as she brandished this toothy grin, breathing heavily through the rows of teeth. Almost laughing.

[SuckerPunch]

Rose Gold was but a practice dummy for Karla after her symphony of stomps. They'd sapped all of the fight out of her, allowing the redhead to position the smaller girl's body to her liking. And what she'd chosen would have made the blonde's heart soar! If it hadn't been applied to her!

The feeling of her groin being torn apart forced her spirit back into her body! Her eyes knit tightly as her teeth grit. She wouldn't give her the pleasure! She wouldn't allow Karla, Karina, or these pig-like fans the joy of seeing her scream! She focused, ignoring the heat in her cheeks that was slowly building up as a result of her nubile body being put on display. She was meant to be worshipped! This was sacrilege! She swallowed her embarrassment by burying it in rage!

Her fists balled. She held strong. And then Karla jerked her already dangerously cut attire against her crotch. It cut into her ass and buried itself between her blushing, lust-sheened lower lips. Nobody would be shocked to find that she wore nothing beneath her attire. But as her labia was exposed by the leg-spreading front wedgie, it was made Socratic! The black fabric painfully bit into the sensitive, succulent flesh of her pussy!

Pain caused the embarrassment to resurface! And her eyes went as wide as her mouth!

"N-NYAAAAAAHHH~!!! NOOOO!" Her wail was girlish agony. Sweet music to Karla's ears. And every ryona fan's wet dream!

[Ghost]

After some time to just lay there and catch her breath, not to mention refocus on what had just happened, she would begin to roll onto her stomach and get upon her hands and knees. It seemed the two girls were still battling it out with eachother, though a certain brat had a better position over the other, but that also meant at least one of them would fall victim to Karina, even if Karina herself was still trying to recover after Rose practically dancing Salsa on her face.

Now that very same girl was in trouble, looking like perfect prey for Karina to take advantage of yet right now there was another girl in the ring she wanted to punish as well. She straightened up onto her feet after remaining on her knees for half a minute, rubbing the side of her neck and looking over at the two before she decided.. Why not attack them both?

She charge forward, unsure sure how to properly hit both of them with a punch or kick, so instead she just decided to use her superior power and body weight to attack both. Once close, she would leap up, aiming to crash down right down against Rose and Karla, both to turn the fight into a pile of girls where Karina would be on top, she would hope the weight would be more than enough to have both girls lose all air, break the hold Karla had Rose in and have them both at Karina's mercy!

[Monsy]

Karla’s head threw itself into the canvas, arching her upper shoulders to add continuous torque. Laughter sung from those lipstick-heavy lips, uncontained and relished in full throttle. “That’s it, Hundchen! Use your voice! Louder! Yes, louder!”

Who knew she could achieve heaven by giving a girl a violent wedgie! She couldn’t see their face but still imagined it, and that was even greater. Nothing was eternal, even if this shame-hold stood the test of time; a looming shadow stopped this intimate exchange—a behemoth. The rumbles against the canvas alerted her eyes to the direction and bulged. Her teeth clenched, the laughter stopped dead, and her face went white as they leaped. Karla’s hands released Rose’s attire, then the latex-cloaked palms pressed into their lower spine and offered one great shove in hopes of tossing them from harm’s way. Her arms had time to stiffen at her sides, brace with shut eyes, a closed mouth and clenched abs. Nothing prepared her for the reality of being crushed. Her legs kicked up, and her shoulders popped off the canvas. Her eyes reopened as though they were bursting pressure caps. “AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!” Scream and spit shot, her body collapsed, becoming a puddle of muscle and velvet as her crescendo of agony dipped as fast as it onset, now meddling inside these lasting, weak groans as she turned her head slowly side-to-side, outputting weak-breath, and her one thigh shivered to cope the lasting aches. This canvas felt like her deathbed.

[SuckerPunch]

The smallest girl in the ring found herself suspended upside down between her opponents! Her thighs were spread wide and her attire pulled between the folds of her lower lips and ass. She was vulnerable and in the worst way possible! "N-no! NO! NO! NO!" She screamed her will to the universe! Helpless and with her girlhood sure to be smashed!

Karina floated in the air! And Rose Gold closed her eyes, bracing for the inevitable.

And found herself tumbling forward! Karina's body grazing hers and she tumbled onto the mat and away from Karla! She heard the impact of the splash and the scream of the redhead as her body was crushed by the bigger, barbaric heavyweight.

Rose Gold was left kneeling, leaning against the second rope and panting. Deep, heaving breaths meant to help her cope with the pain in her pussy and the strange reality that... Karla had saved her?

[Ghost]

It mattered little to her that one managed to get away from the impact zone. There was still a nice target that took the full brunt of the damage, which felt just as rewarding for Karina than hitting both of them. She remained on top of Karla while her gaze shifted towards Rose, the one that managed to get away from the slam while she would lift herself up to place her rear upon Karla's body, turning her full attention to Rose, using the girl as a prop for Karina to sit on.

" I still have to make you pay for that facesit. " She would nod over at Rose before her hands would come into play. She would use one hand to grasp and claw at Karla's face, not too deadly to make it hurt or have her nails dig into the flesh but still enough to put some painful pressure into it. The other would glide it's nails along Karla's body before she would take a hold of Karla's crotch, mimicking that same claw pressure to apply more pain and humiliation to Karla. She still had to make sure Rose couldn't just run in and kick her but there was a plan for everything... Though for now that content was momentarily, specially since it was Karla.

[Monsy]

She couldn’t breathe beyond shuddering intakes and forced outtakes as Karina’s weight squashed her into a shivering canvas. A bitten lower-lip, clammed-shut eyes, and the occasional grown as Karla’s arms rested at her sides, palms open and face-down. Her legs were strewn in two directions for an open V, the golden tips of her boot pointed outward. The sit squeezed her lungs into raisins. “OOOF…” One leg even kicked off the ground, then relaxed not far off. She turned her head to one side, that was until Karina grabbed it, and plunged those fingers like five blunt knives. It prodded rather than stabbed. Karla’s hands grabbed at their wrist, whining as her knees shifted one, and one stomped the canvas. “Gaahhh…”

It was bearable. Then… “GYAHH!” Her bottom-clad womanhood was another monster. Skin-tight as usual, the grip against her pussy tied her hips up in pulsating knots, and she started flailing her legs about like a fussy baby. Her eyes grew wet, her cheeks turned blazing hot and cherry, and she tried bucking her hips out of harm’s way of that hand, just once before descending into those full-body flails. “HOW DARE ANYON-OWOWOWOW!”

[Ghost]

While it was a rather simple straddle and double claw move, it was no doubt enough to inflict pain on Karla, not to mention Karina's weight in this position was pretty hard to just struggle out from underneath. Karina knew she had the leverage and it was time to hurt the girl in more ways than just one. She forced the air to leave Karla's lungs and soon enough those fingers would dig even harder from their positions, clawing that crotch and the side of Karla's head, shaking her hips upon Karla's body as if she was trying to comfortable.

However it was not a position she wanted to stay in for long, suddenly getting off Karla and would release both holds, instead switching her grip to Karla hair to try and force the girl back up onto her feet again, hoping the pain and distraction was more than enough to drag Karla towards the turnbuckle and throw her back first into it so she was more or less trapped and in the sights of Karina. There was still another fighter to take care off but she doubted that Rose would interfere after the humiliating hold Karla had forced her in, or at least that was something she was gambling on.

[Monsy]

Her pain doubled.
It was a crawling infection that stretched across her face and down her neck, from her crotch and up into her belly, and down her thighs. She eventually tight-lipped, scrunching her eyes, continuing to kick. Puppyish whimpers continued to ooze like a leaky pipe, and the saddled weight did little to help her regain any stamina. But soon, she found herself involuntarily sucking in air and coughing. Both hands dove between her legs to nurse, an eye opened, peeking up as they grabbed her hair. She scrambled her feet underneath. Her knees trembled; albeit almost lifted by Karina, she stood and looked at the turnbuckle pads. Then she flew.

Her back crashed, and her lungs emptied; her mouth formed an O, and she groaned. Her head jerked back, then forward; her knees folded in, together they pressed, and her arms hooked the top ropes. Fists tightened into iron balls, shoulders slumped, and her head dipped, the velvet hair draping down like vines as she glanced up through the red forest, peering dizzy and winded, the blush still lingering from the hold’s humiliation. And told by how her limbs rattled, she was wide open—a wounded animal.