Trinette Vaillant Vs. Karla Reinhardt - A Clash Between Good and Evil (Apex Qualifier Match)

[Devastated]

The two women jostled for control and for position, huffing and grunting as this seemingly endless jockey became their current state. Struggling to overcome one another. Through some skilled maneuvering Trinette was able to bring Karla down onto one knee which made it both easier and more difficult to deal with her shorter foe. The French wrestler would click her tongue and let out out a grunt of pain as Karla decided to introduce her fist to her midsection. " Guh!..."

The blunette growled out following the blow, quickly trying to shift her grip and change their position as she aimed to twist, then turn around. Looking to lock Karla's head into a side-headlock as she would try and lock in a tight wrench on that cranium of Karla. Squeezing on the redhead's skull as she pressed that face of her foe against her generous side boob.

[Monsy]

The villainess was on her knee. Jostled to one side, her upper-half arched as they turned, moulded their hold and snaked their arm around their head. Her cheek meshed into a swath of lycra-covered flesh, sinking into their breast. An eye shut. Teeth grit as frustration poured out in a growl. Both hands gripped their forearm, and the wrench pinched into her neck. But that wasn’t enough to slow her down. From grabbing their forearm, Karla turned her body towards them, took one arm and tried to slink it around their mid-section, then reach over and finger-lock grip. If secured, Karla would press her second foot down, squatted, lurching forward. Then with one step, and a mighty flex of her thighs and back, she tried to hurl them up, then back, suplexing them into the canvas!

[Devastated]

Trinette swung her body around and snapped her arms around Karla's head. Twisting her foe right into that side-headlock where she would start to wrench on her skull. Squeezing and flexing her strong arms to try and bring about as much pain as she could on the cranium of the the villainous redhead! Though the bluenette wasn't exactly safe in this position. She knew that she had to think about a way to get into a safer position to keep punishing Karla!

Though Karla seemed to have other plans! As she wrapped her arms around Trinette's midsection! Before she then hurled the bluenette up and over! Dropping her flat on her shoulder and upperback for a nasty back suplex!

"Guh!" Trinette grunted out as her hold was lost and she flopped over onto her front with a low pained groan escaping her mouth.

[Monsy]

Pain this early on was like swatting a hornet’s nest.
Karla’s malice only ballooned and she possessed the strength to fight the torque on her skull and strain that squeezed on her neck muscles. Ironic that this heroine’s posture and her own attack was the very thing that allowed Karla to counter easily, with a swift envelopment on their shapely hips and flex of her already bent knees to send them up. They’d crash together, with Karla splatting on her back and quick to bounce to an upright position. A hand nursed her tight nape and she turned over onto her knees, standing one foot at a time before. Now she was the red shadow looming over this bit of lesser blue. “Not so tall and proud now, huh?…”

Karla mocked, raising her voice to purposely let it spill into the audience’s ears, and to make sure they couldn’t ignore the Reinhardt’s strong voice. She walked over to their lower-half, bent over, placing a hand behind their knee and onto their, leaning onto it and trying to straighten it out so the foot was flat on its side. “You should’ve taken the money, Hundchen. Now you’re stuck with me until I put you down.”

And when she finished her little spew of venom, Karla released their leg, but also lifted her knee and stomped on their ankle with her heel forming a spearhead to maximise the pain.

[Devastated]

Trinette winced out as she would nurse the nape of her neck. Trying to ease the pain from that back suplex of Karla's. She clicked her tongue a bit as she didn't exactly want to start things out in this way. Though for the moment it looked as if Karla wasn't about to let her just recover. Karla chose to mock her first though which didn't sit too well with Trinette, but there wasn't much that the blue haired wrestler could do when her opponent decided to grab grab a hold of her leg by her knee and then straightened it out.

Then suddenly stomped down on the sided of her knee! Striking at the knee joints of the French wrestler which released a sharp cry of pain from Trinette. She tried to pull her leg away. Hands reaching out for her knee to try and nurse her leg. Hissing out as a result of the pulsating pain now echoing through her leg.

[Monsy]

Her foot smashed its target and Karla didn’t hold it any longer. The boot fluttered back down. She straightened, tipped her head to the ceiling arena lights to bask, easing in a deep breath through the nose with an ear-to-ear grin. “Aaah, that’s it.” Pleasure was swirling inside her finger-tips. The jitters one got when they could feel their heart fluttering. She looked down, saw their arching state and leaned over to grab their wrist, then put a foot to their shoulder in hopes of turning them onto their stomach.

“We possess two-hundred and six bones. Fifty four sit in our hands. That’s about twenty eight percent in two little body parts. So many teensy-tiny parts… Versus this boot of mine. I wonder who wins… Let's find out, shall we, hundchen?”

Karla laughed, talking as she straightened out the arm, using the foot on their shoulder to pin the body. Then she lifted her boot and stomped again. This time she aimed to deliver her heel right into the back of their hand with all her weight.

[Devastated]

Trinette was a bit too busy rubbing at her knee joint, hissing out pain as she tried to ease her pain, all the while it seemed as if Karla was basking in the sensation of causing her pain. Trinette clicked her tongue a bit and was about to try and push herself up but what came next was Karla grabbing a hold of her arm and pulled the arm up straight against the canvas.

The foot of Karla pinned her shoulder down as she had been rolled over onto her stomach. Gritting her teeth as her cheek pressed against the canvas. Next came Karla's little explanation of anatomy! Something that annoyed Trinette more than she liked, before her hand was brutally stomped on the back of her hand! "AAaaHH!!" Trinette cried out in pain, yanking her arm away from Karla and trying to roll away as she would try and clutch that hand close to her chest, looking to protect it as it ached something fierce right now.

[Monsy]

The stomp on the hand was worth more than three years of therapy. Her shoulders eased and she looked straight up, leaning back and splaying her arms out, half-bent with the palms up. Eyes closed and mouth opened, taking a deep breath and letting it out with this pleasured sigh. She nibbled on her bottom lip, looked at them retreat and flicked her tongue across her top lip. “Little Hundchens are always running away. It suits you so, so, SO well. Too bad, because...”

She broke into a sprint, “I am not letting you rest!” And she charged back her leg, and swung it like a punt kick. The tip of her boot was pointed, and sought to drive right into their belly.

[Devastated]

Rolling away from Karla for the moment as she nursed and shielded her hand. Hoping for it to not be broken or anything, she massaged it a bit with her other hand and tried to make sure if everything was intact. So far so good from the looks of it, now all she had to do was try and nurse away the pain, which would probably take a moment or two. Not like Karla was planning on giving her that time though, even if it seemed she was currently enjoying just having dealt a deal of damage to the Paladin.

Karla did pursue her though, after taking a moment to bask in it all. The tip of Karla's boot smashed into her belly, shooting the air clean out from Trinette's lungs as she was sent rolling even further away! Trinette rolled all the way to the ropes! Coughing out and wrapping her arms tightly around her midsection.

[Monsy]

It was like kicking around her own heavy bag but made of flesh and it screamed. Driving home that kick was like hitting that lovely note on an instrument. Karla soaked in it with a sigh. She grinned ear-to-ear, watching, criticizing every choice they made. Towards the ropes huh? Could they want an escape? After decking a Reinhardt in the mouth, they’d possibly leave the ring? It was as pitiful as it was an insult. Funny too - that Karla came over, bending over and grabbing their boot, “Does it hurt, you cowardly hundchen?”

Karla chuckled as she tried to drag them back. She wanted them away from the ropes, where she dropped their boot, raised her own and stomped it against their chest! The boot would remain - making an insult of a pin as she stepped on them, with the referee vigilant to start counting it!