KRR's Open Challenge

[Monsy]

The Reinhardt unleashed her tyrannical fury in what became her dissecting stomps. Perhaps she was disappointed that nothing broke. She certainly held nothing back to prevent it. After all, a competitor that was hurt was still underneath her whims - she’d win in everything but formal. But thanks to this man’s sturdiness, she’d have the loving opportunity to grind her boot rubber, dirt and grime into their fast that made her cackle with eyes that sparkled, and a heart that fluttered. This was raw heaven. Then they’d take it away. Karla’s ankle was yanked and she fell flat onto her face like a wet towel that spanks the floor. “PUGH!” The air left her. And she’d grit her teeth, looking back over-shoulder to see the impending hold, and his rise that flushed the colour from her face. Gulp.

“Let go, du kleiner hundchen! Right! Now!” Her voice carried a growl as she now scampered on her hands, scratching the canvas as the pain reaped its first squeal! And she’d continue to claw, and vy desperately to lurch her arm out, trying to grab a fistful of the ropes to relieve the agony that set her whole leg alight!

[Teenwrestler]

She kept stomping down on him again and again but the grinding of the sole against his face was the last straw. Ryu was not going to stand for such humiliation and the fire in his eyes burned with anger. He would move his hands up to grab her ankle and quickly roll to the side causing the red head to trip and fall face first onto the mat with Ryu shifting up to his knee with her ankle trapped in his clutches. He would get back up to his feet still holding her leg by the foot and began to twist it in the ankle lock.

"Not so fast" he said using the grip of her foot to drag her back to the middle of the ring, having her caught in the submission right in the middle with nowhere to go. He had his teeth gritted, his bronze body glistening in sweat while his chest heaved up and down. "You have nowhere to go so just give up. I know its going to hurt your pride but you will have to just live with it" he snarled at her.

He kept twisting and jerking her ankle, hoping to get a submission out of this.

[Monsy]

She was ghost-white, sick to her soul and blemishing in a strained-crimson expression as pain sunk its gangly jaws through her whole leg. The ankle lock’s torque bled through her entire body, so pungent she couldn’t decipher the touch of a canvas to a molten needle. And with the ropes zipping from her reach, brought to the ring’s heart and wrenched again. She screamed. Twitchy hands snaked into her velvet hair. They scraped against her scalp and the fingernails pricked and knotted with strands, yanking on them as her face buried into the canvas. Her forehead became the crutch to how fast writhed. The garnishing whimpers plotted with the rhythmic screams when he twisted. It was honey for the ears that sought her due. But there was an even greater sugar they craved. That submission - her very first.

When the referee kneeled at Karla’s front, asking if she would give up, Karla’s hands shot out and claw-gripped their ankle sleeve, yanking. “HELP. G-GET HIM OFF!” The referee jerked their leg until she flopped face-first, and she released a second, more potent scream. A cry of genuine anguish as she propped on her elbows, and she looked down at her shivering hands.

‘TAP. TAP. TAP.’ The crowd chanted.

Karla stood on her hands, with one hand reeling up by her head, fingers flexed in, then splayed. The hand raised over her head. She looked primed to cave. Then…

She tucked inward, and somersaulted with her body’s momentum poised to send Ryu forward, with the referee right in his path!

[Teenwrestler]

It was coming, he could feel it! The crowd were chanting it as well, his bronze body glistening in sweat as his muscles flexed. Karla was trapped in the painful ankle lock submission and Ryu was doing everything he could to make sure she was not escaping or breaking out of it. She was getting desperate too, latching onto the referee's pants and pulled on them to beg for his help. Ryu would glare at her, scolding her for her humiliating behaviour. "Pull yourself together. You're a wrestler and are acting so pathetic. If you can't take the pain anymore than just give up but don't beg for help from the referee" he growled.

In that moment, she would stand up using her hand and somersaulted to shove Ryu forward! It was a clever way to break the hold but more importantly it caused the large male to crash into the referee. *BUMP* a hard clash between the large male and the poor referee send the official down on the ground clutching his head.

Ryu gasped in panic, he bent down and tried to help the official while completely forgetting the red head. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked the official.

[Monsy]

There seemed to be no conceivable exit for a woman like her to escape the grips like his. She was caught within a net and left nowhere to go. With many hungering for this moment, and reality biting its cruel jaws into her psyche for the first time in almost ever, Karla did something she did wonderfully, and cheated her fate. She was free! The aftermath almost chewed as hard as the hold itself. She ended up grabbing her ankle, whimpering and threatening to sob, sitting upright and rocking back and forth, simply biding her breathing to calm down. “T..Tch… I can’t… Will not… Be… M-Made the fool…”

Her hand dipped inside her thigh-high at the back. What many assumed was muscle definition was a keen spot she loved to hide her favourite toy. Brass knuckles. She fished it out and the crowd immediately saw as she fumbled it over her fingers. Her gaze flickered between him and her hand, breathing quicker as time was slithering away. She scampered onto her feet, hobbling on her good foot and drawing back, rubbing the weapon-wielding hand like it gave it good luck. The desperation was written in those glistening eyes that refused to blink, open dignified maw that panted like the dog she called everyone. And the state of her walk, always so concerned about not shedding any weakness, now had to waste seconds dragging herself behind him and to line up her punch - a move a composed KRR would have no problem with.

But when she eventually took her place, she placed a hand on his shoulder, pulled him back then threw a straight left brass-knuckle punch aimed at the back of his skull! "Go... Down!"

[Teenwrestler]

That was a dirty move and Ryu was going to make Karla pay for that. However, he wanted to check on the official first to see if she was alright. He would bend down to his knee and check up on her, trying to help her up to a seated position. He made the mistake of letting the redhead recover and of course taking his eyes off her. Karla would get back up on her feet and was searching for something inside her attire! She would eventually bring out a pair of Brass knuckles and slipped it over one of her hands and got in position.

The poor male wrestler was unsuspecting until he felt a hand on his shoulder. "What?" he would say and before he could react, he felt a hard shot to the back of his head, sending him straight down to the mat face first and after that shot, there was only darkness....the Dragon had been knocked out cold by that one strike. He would lay there on his belly, barely moving and unconscious. His muscled body on display and for all his wrestling acumen and confidence, he was now down and out for the count.

[Monsy]

This moment was something she sank her teeth into. A divine treat, her deeds going unabated, left to reign; now, to win. She had her share of downs in this match. Fickle moments that don’t even count. Nothing but a farce. An outrage. If he had any awareness to watch himself, perhaps she wouldn’t be standing behind him, fist-cocked and rammed into his skull. Boos followed. Karla stood, a slight slump in posture, hair tossed over her face in needles. One eye pinched, the other opened. She breathed raggedly like a mutt, then grinned. She knew exactly what she did and looked to the crowd as their frustrations could only bubble up. That self-assured face was too shameless, tossing away the brass knuckles as the official was shaking off their stupor.

Karla’s foot wedged underneath his shoulder and lifted, pushing him onto his back. For a moment, she stayed there, looking down at him with a twisted delight. An almost sparkle in her hues, like witnessing true beauty. Her magnum opus of control, to lord over them in one simple stroke. One small glance to the crowd then down to her opponent again, Karla planted her boot, applying weight as she leaned over and gave the referee a few wrist-flicking backhands. “Count, you useless hundchen. Count!” She shouted.

The official groaned, slumping onto their side, raising an arm and made the sloppy finish.

“ONE!”
“TWO!”
“THREE!!”

DING DING DING. The bell twisted guts, soured appetites and moods. Karla used her foot placement to step over, cleaving her leg to punt-kick the referee as she came to the other side, now laying out both. She raised her two fists, looking up as her foot stepped on the middle rope. More boos followed. And Karla weaved herself onto the ring apron, turning head back to spit into the ring. Then she hopped down, biting her tongue and sinking into a small limp, dragging her ankle along, hissing yet laughing all the same. Today was won. Who would’ve guessed?

Winner by Pinfall: Karla "Ray" Reinhardt