Karina Rine Vs. Karla Reinhardt

[Ghost]

Karina set the deadline, it was now time to absolutely bury Karla into the canvas and show that whoever pissed of Karina would meet that same fate. Just when she was ready to slam her down though, Karla came back to life, smashing that fist into her forehead, causing Karina to flinch and pause herself, which bought Karla a few more seconds to resist before another strike came to her forehead, followed by yet another! Karina needed to get the girl off her shoulders and to the floor pronto, though Karla went for the cheap eye poking, which caused Karina to gasp out and quickly take a few steps back while she ceased holding onto the thighs of Karla, instead trying to grab Karla's arms!

The girl didn't get off though and instead used that position for a very familiar choke, one that would not end well for Karina yet again if she let it happen! It was going to be a risky country, especially with how Karla was pressed up against her throat and feeling the girl trying to take this to the canvas her way.. Though Karina would aim to still throw her but in a less rougher way, leaning forward and bending over, aiming to drop onto her own knees while still going for a sort of power bomb to re-introduce Karla's back to the canvas in an attempt to make her release that choke quickly, though it definitely wouldn't have the same rough impact as an actual power bomb would have.

[Monsy]

To beat certain death and Karina in one move was all she wanted.
There was purpose in her moves. Like congregating all the fumes of willpower to make that hurrah. Her hands bore the stiff brunt. They were red and soon would go purple in the middle. She grit her teeth and eyes and leaned back as the last step to finally conquer the powerbomb-danger. But even then, they fought back. Karla’s tattered spin slapped the canvas. Not as hard as possible, but enough to remind her of the battle-wounds. Her lungs skipped, all strength was lost. Everything tensed was aching like post workout. She winced and growled instead of whimpered like all the times before. For now, she’ll settle for beating death and retreat, now rolling herself for one side of the ring where she can grab the ropes in hopes to stand… It would be her first break in punishment since the start of the second round…

[Ghost]

Being so dangerously close to making the woman regret even waking up, it was simply too unfortunate that her opponent managed to counter it before the slam, ruining Karina's entire plan and making her drop Karla rather than slamming her opponent. She moved away, creating some distance between the two while her hands continued to cover her face, a bit teary eyed from Karla attacking her eyes just to escape and even that full amount of rage Karina already had thanks to Karla's previous attacks, filled up to the brim with the very goal of destroying Karla.

Still, that attack had given Karla time to recover, even if she had to deal with the pain delivered by Karina. In turn, karina would straighten up, rubbing her face for a moment and making sure those eyes had dried up enough for Karina to start focusing again, though she figured she might as well take this time to cool down as well and gather all the strength she had been using to squash Karla.

[Monsy]

Karla had reached down to her boots to undo a few of the top laces, slipping her hand in-between to feel something solid and metal. Its presence had soothed her. This secret option just became all the more tantalising. But not yet… Now she mounted her feet but the ropes were her real legs. She stayed there for refuge, heaved and steeled herself again. A hand combed her hair back, and she huffed to blow away the stragglers. Her shoulders had a small bounce as she breathed. Soon she left the ropes, arching her ropes back, dragging her feet. This look of rage renewed with bloodlust-addled eyes, surrounded by messy eye-liner, and her scowling lips flickered with a fresh snarl. Karla’s hands wagged at her side and clenched into white-knuckle fists. She was ready and yearning to crater their face and see how that rage melts into puppy-squeals. But a few steps in, Karla’s proper strut sandbagged into a stumble. Her legs seemed to seize on her and she was forced to stop for a second, and look up.

“Hundchen.” She said, and spat for their feet.

Then that leg came forward, swung and aimed to deliver a toe-bask kick right to Karina’s knee.

[Ghost]

Now that pain in her face lessened from the earlier punishment, her rage had been renewed and once again directed towards the very woman that has caused such agony. To say she was still hurting was an understatement. Her opponent was smaller but seemed to be a bundle of sadism wrapped in a arrogant ribbon. She needed to make Karla tap or pass out fast in order to win this, knowing the utter hatred that would follow if this girl would actually get the better of her.

Eyes narrowed when the girl spoke and soon enough Karla was the one to attack first, going for a sharp kick straight towards Karina knee yet the overly long haired fighter was no fool, quickly taking her steps back to avoid the strike since she knew that a strike to her knee would only end up making Karina slower, which was something she could not effort now. She opted out of the spear, first thinking it might be a good idea to absolutely destroy Karla with it but with the red haired fighter using her legs, to attack Karina with, it was not going to be a wise decision to follow up. Either she was going to hit her target head on or hit the boot, thus it was deemed too risky for Karina's part.

Instead she aimed to take her steps forward again, in range for Karla to strike out but Karina would leap off her feet to close the rest of the distance fairly quickly, bringing her leg up and tried to slam her knee right into Karla's chest with an attempt to force that air out of her lungs.

[Monsy]

Karla’s movements turned slow and ponderous. She attacked with meaning and malice, but not with the patience needed to wind up late-match. Her venom still spewed out her mouth by the gallon, and she let that be heard, if not to bear her teeth despite the thrashing she’s received. The will and anger still burned hot even if her body did not. She couldn’t perceive losing, neither that they’d avoid her leg. So she landed a little unbalanced, and her body played catch-up. It was enough for Karina to come back, and strike a ghost-faced Reinhardt in her chest. Her eyes turned to spheres and spit emptied from her mouth. “KUHH!” Her feet scampered back, but soon she was on her heels, then her upper-half outpaced her legs and she fell.

First her butt bumped the mat, then her hands, and she was primed to crash with her back until her shoulders were saved by the second rope. Karla slumped, her lower-back arching into the canvas, her chin against her collar with stars and tweedy-birds floating around her head. Her arms flopped outward from her body, the palms up as she stationed, gulping for air. Any inhalation felt all too dry to be worth a damn.

[Ghost]

A move like this from a person like Karina was probably one of the things people would least expect it, heck Karina would be saying the same thing if she even had time to think about it, or even time to speak. Even with such a successful strike, it still was not enough for Karina to land perfectly back upon her feet, instead she stumble forward two steps before she collapsed to one knee and took a moment to recover. The Adrenaline made things a lot less painful than it should be but it was still hurting all over and the damage to her throat was still making it difficult for Karina to breathe smoothly.

She looked over at Karla, whom had basically dropped to the point where she looked like a target primed to strike.. And Karina would be a fool not to attack her head on. With great annoyance did she push herself back onto her feet, shaking her head and gathering her wits as she decided on one final attack to make or break this pinfall. Without hesitation she would turn and run towards the ropes on the opposite side, using them as a catapult to bounce herself right back towards Karla before she went low. it was time for a trademark attack, one that would surely bring the very fight out of Karla and hopefully for that last pin.. She aimed to go for a low angled spear straight to Karla's chest!

[Monsy]

The Reinhardt was weeping on her last legs. She felt exhaustion creep into every crevice when she wanted to move, that it was pain and almost torture as she lugged herself to no-longer seat the ropes, but sit-up proper with slumping shoulders nearly sending her head dipping between her legs. Her mouth still hung upon to gasp and she yet to make fists to defy or even the will to growl. Yet she saw Karina break into a dash and that, beyond all things, shrivelled her down to the soul. Her hands dipped inside her leggings as her teeth chattered, the heart bounced and raced, punching inside her ribs. She felt cold yet so warm in the face that she sweated.

Soon her hand found something stiff. It was her brass knuckles. She shuffled them out frantically as they dropped between her thighs, and she squeaked from the panic. “N-No! A-AH…” She reached to grab them and down them, but her fingers kept dodging the holes from all their shaking. But when she finished kneading the fingers through, she first felt a rush, “AHA.” She peeked up for the first time in two seconds, and Karina was right there.

With no time to gulp or even whimper, the Reinhardt threw her fist at the same time, aimed to plant her weaponized fist right onto Karina's crown.

[Ghost]

Karina's target was set and with a wild charge did she advance on Karla. she didn't just want to dominate Karla now, she wanted to outright bury her in the canvas like it was a grave. With clenched teeth did she stampede towards the woman, ready to gore her with one of those trademark spears and it was definitely going to hurt the girl for real should Karina hit it. There was no room for recovery or defense, heck even trying to avoid it would be damn small considering how quick Karina was and the position Karla was in, it was not going to matter!

However, Karla had something prepped for Karina's advance and before she could slam herself deep into Karla's body to cripple it, that punch came to her fist, and it was at that instant that Karina knew it was far more than just a fist, it seemed to carry something a lot more solid, which transcended skin, flesh and bone. The weapon was enough to derail Karina from the path and instead and slamming herself into Karla, she collapsed right besides her, her march came to a sudden halt and a quick collapse followed. She was still awake but she definitely looked very out of it.

[Monsy]

Fear wasn’t a word that a Reinhardt described their emotions often. But this, this was sheer terror. It felt like staring death in her eyes. It's very grin syphoned her soul, that malice from her opponent freezing her muscles and bones into a brittle state, like a simple bump from them when shattering her into a puddle. How her lower-lip rattled as her fingers and palms sweat like being licked by goopy water. The sides of her pale face were dripping. Even those eyes, bloodshot and gaping almost cried. If she were in this state a second longer, it would’ve been true.

The moment Karina was close enough, Karla shrieked at the same time her fist was thrown. Everything was a flash. A white phase. It was just the pain on her wrist from absorbing their momentum, pinching and the after-burn. Karla had curled her knees into her chest and tucked her head into her arm, whimpering like a scared child. Then she peeked, panting like a dog and saw them there. The arm that thrust was dormant on her side, and she shook her hand to hide the evidence of what she’d done, with the weapon in question falling to the outside. She was on her hands and knees, chewing her bottom lip, stretching out a hand but almost reluctant to touch. “Mm…” The crowd booed meanwhile.

Her hand curled up, arm pulled back. She closed her eyes and went again, this time placing a hand on Karina’s shoulder, the other on their hip, grunting and wheezing to try and turn them onto their back. If successful, Karla lugged her leg over their body, hovering over their chest. She sat with a heap, hair dishevelled, flowing everywhere from down her front, arms and back. Her face was a mess of undone eye-liner and smothered lipstick. Abs scattered in large bruises and sweat, shivering. There was even some drool coming out of her mouth. And her slacking shoulders told the rest of the tale.

An arm rested across her defeated stomach, and her other pressed onto Karina’s abs. Her spine was hardly a thing to be relied upon. Simply being upright was like being in a submission hold. But for now… Maybe she wouldn’t have to endure for long as the referee came to count the pin!

“ONE!”