Karla "Ray" Reinhardt vs Clara Gaster - Red vs Yellow!

[Vc0m]

This was a newer move in Clara's arsenal, as she realized that her physical strength improved quite a bit in the last few months going to the gym. The crowd adored the move however, as Karla was left a gasping mess on the floor.

Looking to hammer in the point further, Clara would rebound off the ropes and rush for Karla, trying to jump and land her back into Karla's stomach for a regular running Senton!

If she was successful, she would grab at Karla's leg to try and pin her for the 3! The ref, while blurry eyed, would see that, and rush to administer the fall!

[Monsy]

Her arms, upper half, and legs sprang up as Clara punished her abdomen into a reddening bruise. “G-GAH!” The scream was more like a puppyish yelp. Her body relaxed; arms folded above her head, her legs sprawled out, spread-eagle. Moans slipped past heavy lipstick chaps, her closed lids trembled, and her head turned left, so her cheek nestled against the warm canvas. Clara’s weight squeezed out her wind, “ooof…” and a breeze swept under her thigh, her leg bouncing once in Clara’s grip, then shivering as Karla groaned again…

“ONE… TWO…” The crowd held their breath.

Then her head peered up, and the fuzzy image of lines crossed her view. She reached out, much to the detest of her stomach and grabbed it. It wasn’t even two and a half, but it was two and a quarter more than she ever wanted to be, especially with her boots careening towards the ceiling and the glaring stage lights mocking her. The rope break would be called.

[Vc0m]

"TWO! BREAK!"

"...huh..."

It wasn't regular that Clara miscalculated her distance to the ropes, with Karla managing to reach it with her hands...then again, she did just do a fairly new move for her. She actually was a little confused, even if she just crossed the ring for another attack.

Rolling off Karla, Clara stepped back to the middle of the ring, waiting for her rival to be back up to her feet:

"All this talk...and a 2 count already?", Clara would taunt her red-haired rival with a smirk...

[Monsy]

The ease of weight allowed her to exhale, slowly, to regain that fullness inside her chest. She turned over and rose to her knee, piling on both hands and looking at them through the one eye not covered by hair. Hundchens always had such audacity to say these things. Karla’s upper lip jerked and contorted to contain the growl.

“You must not get those very often. Grrr…. You should be thanking me for even letting you on top of me. Puh!” A wad of spit shot for Clara’s boots as Karla mounted both feet. Then a hand stretched out and beckoned them with her four main fingers. “That’s enough kindness. Come and get me, helpless Hundchen!”

[Vc0m]

It always felt good to bring haughty people down a notch for Clara...even if she drew their ire a fair bit as a result. It was clear here, as Karla spit at Clara's boot in response to her quip.

Clara thought nothing of the disrespect. She would humble her once she won the bout.

Carefully, she made her way towards Karla to grapple with her once more!

[Monsy]

This woman’s wit knicked a particular itch inside Karla’s head that irked her tenfold. She saw this woman’s advance, and only a granny wouldn’t be able to reply. The posturing made it clear, so Karla clicked her tongue, then pulled a foot back, then another. She stepped to the outside to avoid the grapple, then folded her arm across her chest and swung the back of her hand at Clara’s cheek.

[Vc0m]

Karla would avoid to grapple with Clara, and showcase yet another bit of disrespect towards her, with a harsh slap to her cheek!

”OW!!! Why you…”

Trying not to stoop to her rival’s level, she instead folded her hand, and tried to ram it right at Karla’s chest for a hard Knife Edge Chop to her chest!

[Monsy]

She took the strike head-on into her chest and a foot drew back one step. The feeling was like a rapidly developing tumour. Pain resonated as a tumour. Her teeth and eyelids grit; she hissed and growled like an animal, re-opening her stare to death-glare with bloodshot eyes. Reddened swelling marked her chest, but she remained, then reached out in hopes to grab their hair, then yank them forward as her opposite fist whipped towards their mouth.

[Vc0m]

Karla was really…really mad at Clara for the Knife Edge Chop. Shockingly so, to the point of the Brit stepping away for a second…right before her rival grabbed her by her hair!

”OW! Let—MPHAAAAAAA!!!”

This was followed by socking her straight in the mouth!

Clara was shaken but managed to stay on her feet, holding her mouth with her left hand, as she got mad herself, balling her hand as she stepped right back to shoot a hard hook into her rival’s jaw!

[Monsy]

All the red she saw made her reckless and paid with a clad of bone into her jaw. Her head whipped the other way, but she remained firmly planted. Her eyes glanced from the corners, piercing at them as she spat at the ground. “You want to throw punches, huh, Hundchen? I’ll oblige.” This was her old destiny, after all—one place where she felt even more comfortable than a wrestling ring. One foot slid back, and Karla’s hands raised, cocked, tightened but with a slight bob. She strafed once forward, and her left hand shook, the elbow drew back, ready to throw. But as it telegraphed, Karla’s left knee now shotgunned from its holding and burst straight in hopes to pound their stomach!