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

[Vc0m]

Clara accepted the exchange of strikes, feeling that Karla would try and follow up with another punch to her head or stomach…

…but, right as the redhead got her attack ready, her knee would shoot forward, faster than Clara could react!

”GAAAAAUGH!!!”

Clara doubled over, falling onto her arms as the air left her body, left fully at Karla’s mercy!

[Monsy]

After they dropped, Karla rolled her eyes. Hundchens are always so dumb. So fragile. It’s what made these matches fun, but sometimes she just had to bask in the stupidity. She stepped forward, bending over to shadow over their hair-bow and grip their scalp. 〝Come, filthy kleiner hundchen. Let’s go for a walk.〞

She walked, dragging them towards the ropes where she hoped to put their throat over the bottom. Her foot stepped between their upper shoulder-blades, Karla grabbed the top rope and stepped on, applying all her weight, pulling up on the rope to put more pressure on the victim

[Vc0m]

With the knee to her stomach blowing all air out of her, Clara became easy prey for Karla to do as she pleased with her, dragging her by her hair towards the ropes, before being placed on the bottom one throat first...

This was ever going to end one way, Clara believed.

Karla applied all her weight into the Brit's back, driving her throat into the rope, choking her!

The ref wouldn't even tell Karla to get off the ropes, and immediately started counting up, for Karla to release Clara lest she be disqualified!

[Monsy]

Karla’s head tilted and bobbed to each count. Her eyes rolled as they neared four, so she hopped once on their back before jumping off, folding her hands up shoulder-height as the referee got between them. However, as the official got between, Karla lurched with her leg and gave them a quick kick to the head before she retreated further towards the corner, further scolded but nothing more. At least she was off…

[Vc0m]

The ref would try to save Clara, shoving Karla off her as she continued to force her neck onto the rope, Clara breathing heavily once she was done...

...only to return for a quick kick to her head!

Clara grunted, as the world spun in her eyes. The referee checked on her: "Can you continue?". Her hearing was muffled after the kick, but she nodded, trying to slowly find her way back to her feet. Knowing now what kind of person Karla truly was, she knew that if she didn't get up soon, she would get attacked before she properly recovered...

[Monsy]

When they separated, and she dealt that kick, Karla strutted back and forth. There just wasn’t enough time for them to recover. No, they shouldn’t be allowed to. This was a fight. Their daze was just blood in the water. So when they began to stand, Karla darted around, ramming her shoulder into the referee and putting her arm across their chest to put the official on the other side of Clara and herself. “She’s fine!” She shouted, then came forward again, returning to her assault by throwing her boot into their stomach, trying to force a hunch. Then her shoulder dipped and popped up with her swinging forearm, and she yelled as though it could channel more power into this European Uppercut, dubbed the Karla Cut!

[Vc0m]

The ref hissed as Karla drove a hard shoulder into her back, shoving her away to get at Clara. The Brit would look at Karla with cold anger as the redhead drove her leg into Clara's body, getting a small cry out of her as she doubled over...and recieved the hard forearm right into her face from the European Uppercut!

"GAAAH!!!", Clara screamed as she dropped on her back, panting and hurting, Karla completely controlling the momentum of the match for the moment...

[Monsy]

These strikes all felt good.
They crumbled as they should. Weak and feeble, not even a hint of potential to the mighty Reinhardt! Karla grinned ear-to-ear as they dropped, looking down and circling them like a raven watching a corpse. She leaned over, pointing at them, “Do me a favour and just give up, Hundchen! You have no chance against your main event!” Her boot lifted, shadowed over their face, planted to smother their facial features, then began to twist her heel back and forth, trying to ground their cute looks in boot-grime, dirt, and sole rubber. To turn their face into beautiful ground beef. She laughed, and laughed, and continued to relish in her little paradise of violent passion!

[Vc0m]

Karla would plant her boot on Clara's face, humiliating her after her strikes on the Brit. That was it, the Shadow Lord had enough.

As her mind cleared, she grabbed her rival's boot, and sweeped her leg on the canvas with her own, rising with Karla's foot in toe...before she twisted at her boot with both hands, trapping her in a harsh Ankle lock!

She twisted and twisted on Karla's foot, trying to make her pay for the humiliations and her strikes!

[Monsy]

Bubbling elation was coursing up her leg like an injection. Feeling little bits of their face rub on her sole, mould and course. It was like handling this almost dry clay that she could command with enough force. A challenge she’d accept. They’d come back sooner than anticipated. A grip on her ankle was nothing. To what leverage can Clara command that wasn’t supernatural? She laughed, even, “Aw, cute.” Then the leg-sweep. Hardly feeling it until her bottom spanked the canvas, and she winced, pulled back as her leg turned to a scorpion tail, and she laid on her stomach. The pain reaped like an explosion, cued by a delayed scream. She wanted to cut it off. Chew it off if she must. It was ripping throughout her whole leg.

“A-AAAH!! No!” Her head shook rapidly as she grabbed handfuls of her long velvet hair. Her face scrunched like a wet-T-shirt, whimpering like a puppy as she reached forward, and tried to claw her face forward, dragging herself like the rest was but a sandbag. “LET GO!”