KRR's Open Challenge

[Monsy]

The woman’s pain chewed like melting frostbite. Canvas like a piranha, the air a molten prod. Neither way did she win. Both lost their bite over time, and Karla’s grimace simmered, ready to turn onto her side if not for his pull. A blunt spear thrust against her spine… “KUGH!” Her body jerked forward, air squeezed from her lungs, and her mouth was free of spit. A blaze screamed in tame in her back muscles. And her chin, seized and torqued so anything above her shoulder blades could tear over his knee as the fulcrum. She heaved in every gasp, clamped her teeth, and those eyes were cascading as she looked straight up. Beyond everything, she was livid. Those eyes didn’t bear a sheepish glint like a newborn, but a sea of mounting bloodlust. “You really believe t-Ngggh-hat hogwash? Nnggghhh…”

She tucked and folded her legs underneath to stand on them, alleviating some pressure, then reaching and digging ditches with her fingernails on his forearms—one for each. One foot stabbed the canvas, and Karla closed her eyes, trying to keep her progress. “H-How generous...” With that last sputtering, Karla’s foot reached to the side, attempting to step, then turn her back away from the knee to escape the crank and scramble away. If possible… The ropes.

[Teenwrestler]

Bit by bit, Ryu was looking to slowly chip away at Karla's defense. So far he was doing a pretty good job and his knee strike really left her winded out. Not wanting to hit the brakes on his offence, he followed his knee strike with a standard suplex before transitioning into a standard chin lock. His fingers had clutched her chin and his knee was pressed against her lower back, he began to pull her back causing his knee to grind against her lower back while also forcing her head back to stretch it back in a painful manner.

To her credit, Karla took the pain like a champ and refuse to give in and even had the sass to piss Ryu off with her words. "I do. Because I realize you aren't as tough as you say or look" he taunted her back. The red head would begin to fight her way out of the submission, doing her best and use her leg to squirm free. When Ryu realized she was making progress in her efforts, he would relinquish the hold altogether and instead attempt to wrap his massive, bulky arm around her neck and begin to squeeze while taking Karla down to the ground on her side with him behind her in a grounded sleeperhold.

"Admit it, you are out-classed" he whispered before trying to snake his legs around her waist.

[Monsy]

Her back felt like grinding discs stretching over the shabby corner of a brick wall by pressured machinery. We all know what breaks first between man and metal. So she fought; blew the winds beneath her sails to scrape his arms, turn her hips and spearhead a foot forward. Her abs contorted into twisted bastions of muscle, and she’d set that forward knee down and lift her other leg to try and cross over. And that’s when the hold snapped. The release threw her balance onto her heels, and she scrambled to slide back a boot, then throw out a hand to touch the canvas. “GRRRK!” The infinite man-muscle caught her first. Like this massive snake striking faster than a bullet, and shut the tap on blood-supply without a valve to turn.

Crimson blush swallowed her face like a creeping skin infection. “N-No, no…” She coughed and kept her mouth ajar to lap at oxygen. Sweat churned on her forehead, and she reached back and grabbed a handful of his side muscle, and pushed. Her other hand grabbed his wrist to tug. The crowd loved the sight.

And those bulging eyes looked left and right; down to see his legs. With it, her last hope. So, she acted first and hooked her thigh over his. It wasn’t enough to stop it, far from it, but, it kept the opportunity alive for a few more seconds. To use his leg, and shoot out her hip that was planted on the mat, and stretch out her free leg to toe-hook the bottom rope.

[Teenwrestler]

Despite her loud mouth, Ryu had to admit she did have determination in her. Her wrestling skills were still questionable as the male wrestler had been comfortably on top for the most parts. He transitioned the chinhold into a sleeperhold, his muscled body would press into Karla while he kept squeezing harder and harder. The red head would refuse to give in, coughing and struggling in the submission while her face was now starting to match her hair color. Ryu remained stoic in his facial expression but continued to firmly squeeze tighter and tighter.

Karla started to sweat now, she reached back to grab his bicep and wrists to break free but his grip was rock solid. In a last ditch desperate attempt, Karla would hook her thigh over his before using his leg to shoot out her hip and stretch her free leg and just barely manage to hook the bottom rope to earn a rope break. Ryu would let out a "Tch" in annoyance but would respect the rules of the bout and release her immediately.

Ryu would get back up on his feet, back to the middle of the ring as he took a moment to adjust his briefs and waited to see Karla's reaction.

[Monsy]

Challenging this man’s grip was like battering her fist against steel. His size, that strength can mend her body in whatever shape it desired, and the feeling of the bicep with her hands clawing was like scraping brick. So she shot her body, whatever was still able to move. Things felt fuzzy in those last few seconds. A wearing, weighting sense that she was being put deeper and deeper underwater, the pressure pushing her down. Then when that arm unravelled, she shot to the surface.

Her chest heaved, shoulders bobbed as she inhaled what felt like galloons of oxygen per second. Both eyes squeezed, then opened, and she layed on her side before turning onto her stomach. Coughs oozed out like from a leaky pipe. A headache pumped and pulsed. When she raised her head, she looked lost, and when her hand swiped for the rope, it missed and landed on the ground.

That folly above all made her growl. She punched the mat, then again and again. “GRAAAH! HOW DARE YOU!”

Now perching on her knees and fists, she continued to thrust the canvas with her knuckles until one boot slammed down, and she straightened. Headrush blitzed her senses and swelled them shut into a disorienting wind. A hand grabbed the top-left of her face, slithering into her hair and curling her nails. She hissed, those eyes decreeing murder as she wobbled onto her second foot, standing shoulder-width, slouching at the shoulders. “I won’t tolerate the way you look at me!”

She stomped forward, deliberate and unwavering, entering his space without hitch then lifting up her knee and thrusting her boot towards his belly.

[Teenwrestler]

There were only so many times Karla could actually use that tactic to escape the clutches of the Dragon who had no issue in respecting the rules of the wrestling match and releasing his opponent as soon as she got to the ring ropes. After letting her go, the bronze wrestler would back up to the middle of the ring and take a moment to adjust his wrestling gear while watching the red head punch the mat again and again, clearly she was frustrated. He didn't smile or taunt her but instead allow her to vent out her anger knowing full well that she was in the ring against a man that was simply better than her in the ring.

He watched her rise up to her knee while looking at him and stating that she would not tolerate the way he was looking at her. Confused by her statement, Ryu was ready to throw down by raising his arms up and approaching her, looking to grab her head and pull her up but Karla was one step ahead of him this time and would run at him using her quick pace and ramming her knee up into his belly. "Guuuuughh!" he cried from the sudden impact as spittle flew from his mouth.

Ryu was left hunched over as he wrapped his arm around his own belly and fell down onto one knee infront of the red head.

[Monsy]

Better than her in the ring… Funny.
Seemed that this man’s moment’s ambition was too big for reality, with a bastion of bone pounding his stomach and bouncing off like sheet metal. She watched the man crumple to his knee, sneering as her chin tipped up so she could look down on him with this ire of disapproval. “As expected…” Karla stepped forward, wrapping an arm over his head and locking ar her ribs. A foot craned back, then whipped forward as Karla fell back, trying to whip the crown of his skull into the canvas for a DDT!

[Teenwrestler]

With his dominance so far being unquestionable, Ryu did not expect this woman to make any sort of comeback against him. However, something suddenly came over her when he mentioned that he was simply better than her in the ring. With that rage of fire in her eyes, Karla would suddenly rush the Dragon and unleash a fierce knee strike into his abdomen to leave him out of breath and doubled over in front of her. Ryu was the one who was caught off guard now, coughing and struggling to catch his breath.

He dropped to a knee and Karla would sneer down on him. "K-Kisama?!" he cursed and before he could get back up or recover, the redhead would wrap her arm around his head and drop back, driving his head into the ring canvas for a DDT. *THUD*. "Arrrrghhhhhh" he cried upon impact, clutching his head while rolling over onto his back.

The Dragon was now in trouble, not expecting this woman to actually make a comeback!

[Monsy]

The turning of tides was inevitable when standing inside the ring with a Reinhardt. With one, easy, easy knee to the belly and a drop of the DDT, Karla had retaken the control that was unlawfully stolen. She stood, fluffing up her hair and then looking down at him, clutching his head like some little turtle trying to create a makeshift shell. “Little hundchen hurt his little head?” Said with this firm tone. She lifted her foot and tried to stomp right on his thigh. “Now, your little leg.” Then she walked around to stomp his other leg, “Your other, little leg.” A little higher, “Your stomach…” STOMP, “Your chest,” STOMP, and when she finally came around to stand over his head, hovering her boot over his face. “And Finally, your little head again…”

Should all her preceding strikes land, this time would be special. Her foot came down, not to stomp, but to smother the sole over his face. Her ankle now twisted back and forth like she wanted the rubber to scar his skin and leave a permanent imprint. It would make a fine lesson to never take control from her again.

[Teenwrestler]

The tide of the match had changed so quickly, the once dominant Dragon was now injured and wounded whilst down on the ring mats. The knee to the abdomen and follow-up DDT had left the former male champion down and out, allowing the red head to find her groove as she circled and stalked him while he was clutching his head in pain. Ryu rolled over onto his front when he suddenly felt her foot smack his right thigh and then his left leg making him groan and roll back over onto his back which was perfect for Karla who would stomp down on his bell making him groan and cough out. His nightmare was not over because Karla would stomp his chest and then his head leaving him battered with all those stomps. Ryu was left dazed from all those stomps and for now he was still grounded.

Karla would bring her foot down once more to his head but this time not to stomp but to grind the sole of her foot over his face to smother him. "Nrghmgh" he grunted but anger took over him from her effort to embarrass him. Ryu would reach up to grab her ankle and look to yank it hard, looking to make her trip over and get her face first down to the mat. If successful, Ryu would try to push up onto his knee with her ankle still grabbed he would try to quickly transition into an ankle lock submission hold!