Karina Rine Vs. Karla Reinhardt

[Ghost]

There was great satisfaction of hearing the woman both begging, realizing the mistake she made taunting Karina and the direct result of it. Things were not going to Karla's way anymore. Once Karina had her fangs in her opponent, she would not let go until her opponent would either surrender or passed out from the immense pain. Perhaps the unfortunate thing for Karla was that she was still awake after such a vicious slam yet it only meant that Karina was not quite done punishing the woman for her behavior.

Deciding not to overdo it though, she would simply push Karla off her knee, rolling her onto her back before Karina would move on top of her, swooping her arm under the back of Karla's knees and would lift both legs up with a mighty hook attempt to fold her in half, which in turn would surely hurt that back more while at the same time pressing her own large, powerful knee and leg across Karla's body, just above her chest to pin those shoulders to the mat, letting the referee come down to start the first count.

" ONE! "

[Monsy]

The woman’s leg stretched like a long-width boulder. It pinned across her collarbone and her battered body took it like she was being bone-snapping crushed. Her mouth opened once to gasp, and as she looked up, she saw her legs. Those eyes seemed licked once again, not by pain, but this sinking feeling. Any attempt to command her swirling eyes to focus, aching muscles to flex, kick or thrash, or even to utter a word that wasn’t a whimper. Failed. There was no control in this situation. Nothing to latch onto. It was terrifying; the referee’s count made her heart stop and drown in her guts, swirling around, and being defibrillated by the micro-moments between the next count. This can’t be happening… This is impossible! Move!

But when the all-out comeback began, her feet could only twitch. Her head turned to one side, the cheek nestling into the arm canvas. Her fingers opened wider and her knees sunk towards her chest, the hips further dangled inside the air, hovering above her neck and casting a shadow on her drooling head. It started to drop, perhaps it would drain some of that excess lipstick. But for now, the count continued!

“TWO!”

And continued. In what became her worst childhood and now an adult nightmare. Control.

“THREE!”

[Ghost]

No more moments to taunting or taking her time in this match. She had let Karla go before just to taunt her and it ended up with Karina being the first one who got officially pinned, not to mention the relentless choking from Karla had given her a sore throat that kept on going, which would give her trouble breathing throughout the match but she will have to deal with it. She kept the woman folded in half, really wanting that spine to keep burning. She patiently waited for the referee to finish the third count but kept the woman trapped in the pin for just a little longer, just long enough to lean down so she could hiss in Karla's ear and whisper. " This is just the beginning, you weakbred bitch. "

She would, after the referee tapped her shoulder a few times, basically throw those legs back to the canvas and let Karla rest there while she herself woulf raise up onto her feet and back away. She wasn't allowed to attack yet, but she did circle and pace around Karla with a menacing glare in her eyes, much like that one movie where Darth Maul was pacing for a chance to kill a jedi. It was a apex predator that prowled on her prey, waiting for her chance to strike, to see if that prey could even get up to resist or submit to faith.

Karla definitely scored first.. But the wrath of Karina was visible, and that was a certain thing people tended to avoid!

[Monsy]

Funny how it was.
She just felt hollow after these instances. It happened so rarely; the moments stabbed and stabbed, and stabbed. There was nothing to say back, but to whimper. Her limbs slapped the mat like slabs of corpse-meet. A goop that spilled and spread, the smell of sweat and the sight of a slightly trembling woman. She turned on her shoulder, then onto her stomach, well, more like crashed. Her lips smothered the canvas and left a small trail of red lipstick as she pushed around, trying to find purchase. She mounted her hands and knees like a dog and took one stride before her whole arms, shoulders and back shivered. Her throat was tight and dry, her heart sunk into her liver, and she wanted to speak, but simply couldn’t. When she raised one hand to watch how her very fingers just couldn’t stop shaking, her other arm collapsed, and she fell face-first, hips up, yelping like a wounded child that slipped off the swing, “Ngah! … mmm… ommph…” Her hands curled up by her head, and she was blushing mad. The embarrassment of it all. Her eyes were already leaking more eyeliner as she got onto her hands and knees again, pushed up and planted a foot. Again she fell onto her face, and again she yelped in this girlish voice. There was an almost quiet sob in her voice, a shudder in her lower lip as she simply slugged herself forward, hands and knees to the ropes. When she grabbed the middle, her legs gave out and spread, and she curled her bicep, groaning loudly to just pull herself to reach the top rope, and pull again so her newborn-lamb-legs can cram underneath. The knees kissed and the thighs slapped together. Her feet spread apart and she was partially bent over, looking over in passing glances, “G-Get away… Get away… Get away…” Her voice crept in whispers. The referee came to check on her condition. Karla shoved them in their face, but in turn, fell to the canvas face-first again. Her pathway to standing came faster around this time, standing on her own power, knees together, feet apart, shoulders slumped, arms hung in front. She panted like an overheated dog. Everything shivered. Fear grabbed her face, that shuddering lower-lip, telling them to stay away in babbles, eyes wide, twitching. She’d yet to wipe the drool, smothered lipstick and dripping eyeliner. She was a mess. With a reddened back and abdomen, who stood not in defiance, but for survival.

[Ghost]

On one hand, she now had free reign over the entire ring while it seemed her opponent couldn't even acknowledge gravity, the way she struggled to even breathe or talk while the referee was checking up on her was simply rewarding. On the other hand, this also allowed Karla more time to recover and in Karina's mind, she couldn't really let the red head get so much time just to catch her breath and cool down from what had been done to her so far. Finally, Karina had enough of the waiting and stopped her prowling, slowly turning her attention back towards the girl and would give the referee a glare that was akin to a bull getting ready to rush at her opponent. The referee understood the wordless message at least as Karina crouched low, having enough time to breathe normally again and not having to constantly focus on the pain in her throat, rather just now focusing on how to deal with Karla and it didn't take long before that same bull like aura would come to fruition. She would charge back towards Karla, a wild grin upon her face as she would close that distance again, rearing her leg back at the last few feet and aimed to just send that leg forward, in the form up a pure, enraged soccer kick straight towards Karla's side to teach her a lesson of never staying down when you were in the ring with Karina!

[Monsy]

A particular itch lingered inside her name as cockroaches swam inside her blood. No matter where she looked or how she tried to think, the same-same thoughts kept coming-coming back. It was disorienting. Pain above all, but the wear and grit as she tore herself apart on the inside. Her trains of thought became not of a singular river, but an overflowing container going in all directions, spreading and channelling until she hardly thought at all, but listened to her head speak and feel her body quake. She began to itch her neck. The cockroaches were inside her fingertips, so she used her knuckles, but they were there too… Where was the control? She had a mission. She had to ignore them. The referee was just in the way, yet another cockroach that she could stamp out. Ahead was another… Hundchen. Yes… A hundchen… Just have to… Stand…

Then that failed. And now the cockroaches were everywhere. It was a gross-gross full-body weakness. Vulnerability. She couldn’t control anything. Not the air, not the people nor her opponent who readied her charge. There was only herself, and these four corners, ropes, legs and arms that hardly worked. And malice. An infinite well she just needed to call on, but with what power? She started scratching at her nape. It felt like her whole body was turning white-white, her heart plunged and replaced by a stone rock, her lower-lip cusped in chatter as Karina charged, turning head like deer in headlights, pleading without a word before their boot bore into her side to send her rolling like a tumbleweed. “Gyah!!” She yelped and splatted into the corner, slowly sliding down as her hips went out and only her shoulders touched. Hair was nettled on her face, and she raised trembling hands, open-palmed, facing them… “S-Stop this!” Her throat was pinching her words. Her knees slithered up and she turned almost into an aching ball, with reddened and purplish points across her gut and back. “You can’t do this, to me!”

[Ghost]

There were so many things Karina wanted to do to Karla, yet there weren't many possibilities left considering how much she had punished Karla's back already. Well, there were still the rest of her body that she could leave her own reddened autograph on in the form of a fist. With the girl practically getting close to begging for Karina to stop, it was still not enough for Karina. She wanted the girl to grovel and to scream out her submission and in order to achieve that, it looks like she had to put Karla in a few more holds or punishments that would no doubt break the redhead into a more complying attitude.

She brought her hands together, starting to crack her knuckles as she stood right in front of her crumbled opponent, eyes lowering to stare down at Karla as the woman seemed to finally start facing reality, yet she was not at that certain point yet. " ..Those aren't the right words.. First of all, you have to say please.. " She would lower herself, aiming to grasp Karla by the hair and use it to see if she could pull the girl up onto her feet and then tug that head between her warm, bare thighs, wanting to put the girl into a standing headscissor hold to prepare herself.

[Monsy]

Phantom needles prodded on her head. Things were unclear, and sights blurred. Pain in her side became a passing numbness, ever-present and powerful. But it was just that. Pain. And when she found her hair being gripped, Karla yelped, and scampered to bring her failing feet underneath her, then hunched over as Karina forced her head between sweat-licked thighs. The sensation was gross but firm. Her jawline felt tense, pinched from compression, and her breathing was lacklustre, turning red as she closed her eyes, and grabbed onto their thighs, ramming her palms against them, clawing down to inflict any quantity of pain.

[Ghost]

Karina would normally be a little more on the softer side when it came to opponents who seemed to be vastly weaker looking than her, or them being in the line of idols. Karla fitted the first category, yet deciding to not only choke and taunt Karina, she also underestimated the behemoth's combat abilities and even turned her flank to Karina, that mistake had got them to this place. She was not going to go easy on Karla because of it. She had a mixture of emotions when it came to Karla, with the girl being able to fend for herself and actually being close to capitalizing on the first submission from Karina, yet her arrogance and many mistakes led her to the place she was now.

Karina knew that route and ever since she had left a certain federation, she never walked on it. Sure there were a few detours where she did a little taunting of herself, but never to the point where she had left herself open to an enraged opponent. Speaking of her opponent, Karina would begin to lower herself to press her chest against the small of Karla's back, looping her arms around her opponent's waist and with little effort, would lift and roll her opponent up onto her shoulders.

A move that was attempted by many and had it's own risk, yet the state Karla was in, Karina took that gamble and would show off her strength despite what she had suffered earlier. She would slowly turn herself to the very center of the canvas, her arms wrapped around those thighs to keep the girl onto her shoulders and prepared herself for that mighty power bomb. If her opponent had any focus or strength left, she could still pose a threat in this position but Karina did not focus on the what if part in this situation. If Karla did not act now, Karina would wordless lean forward and attempt to outright bury Karla back first into the canvas in the form of a mighty power bomb.

[Monsy]

Something was coming, she knew it.
All cobwebs aside and fluttering sights of unicorns and astrology, the constant itch on her nape told her of all the impending things that could come. Every possibility in a million miles a second. Oh, how many would like that. It wasn’t terribly often when the Reinhardt had eaten a fall, or rather fall into the sheepish role, clinging to survival and being played with like some food on a tray. She hated every second of weakness. Any doubts were repressed. She will win. She cannot just… lose… twice…! But preventing herself from rolling onto their shoulders? Her body didn’t seem to care, it just wanted to slack, as she came forward, having her breasts nearly crown the Behemoth’s head. She just breathed, deeply, each time like she’d just held her breath for two minutes.

That lull… Karla started wondering. She’d about lost much of her sense of direction to know or care. There was just the five senses, and pain didn’t explode. So, Karla straightened up, gritting her teeth and buckling down on a snarl. A fist winded up, elbow back, her shoulder leaned, then whipped straight for their face like a descending boulder. If the first succeeded, she’d do it again. This time almost like she tried to break her knuckles by pounding her forehead. It was quicker and more of her weight came down. If that worked. Then a third. Karla drew back quicker and delivered, but this time, the concealment of the punch allowed her hands to open, parting her index and middle to align with their eyes and poke.

The moment if that third eye-jab worked, Karla sprung. Her leg over their shoulder came over, hooking underneath their chin and pressing against their throat. The other leg wrapped to their nape, and she reached an arm to try and coil their hair on her forearm. Then she grabbed a fistful, same with her other hand, diving into their hair as one held a makeshift pony, and she threw her weight down, wanting to take this towards the canvas before any slam could come, if it even could stop Karina from chucking her through the earth itself. She needed this to work. And what better than her finisher, the Ultimate Finale!