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

[Devastated]

Trinette had moved towards the ropes after she had rolled away from Karla. Looking to recover from the kick to her belly and tried to get air back into her lungs. She coughed out and sought to recover a bit. Her lungs felt a bit dry, but with a few seconds of steady breathing she would probably be able to recover. However, Karla certainly wasn't one to let her get the chance to recover.

Her foot was seized by the redhead and she was soon dragged away from the ropes, to the center of the ring. Where Karla decided to roughly stomp down onto Trinette's chest. " Guuh!" The bluenette grunted out, a bit more escaping out of her lungs. The referee dropped down and started the pin count as Karla turned this into a rather cocky pinning maneuver.

Though the referee would only manage a one count! As Trinette was quick to buck up and thrust her shoulders up, kicking out of the pin attempt. More so angry than humiliated...

[Monsy]

The Reinhardt was taking her time like delectable cuisine. Having them roll away like that did so many things for her. She’d have them retreat forever, if not for the desire to see the emotion in their eyes from above. Planting them in the middle of the ring served that. Her grin was wicked, a hand cupped her own chin as she watched them. Just one and Trinette was free, and she sighed, pursing her lips and clicking her tongue. “Atta Hundchen.”

Karla walked around and stood over their head, squatting down and looking out to the sea of deplorables. She then looked down, her forearms stretched over her thighs, hands flopped over the knees. “Want to know something? From how quickly you became the woman who punched me in the mouth to this absolute little weak bitch you’re being at my feet, I’m starting to wonder if you’re even worth collaring. Come on, Hundchen.” A hand clutched a fistful of Trinette’s hair and tried to peel them off the mat, just so they’d be on their knees, more importantly, so her face could be an easier target for Karla to dish out a backhand slap! “Fight me.”

Her tongue stuck out briefly through that self-satisfied grin. The crowd began to boo. “Eyes here and hit me, right here.” She dabbed her finger against her cheekbone, the index pointed up towards the eye. But the moment any rebuttal would start, Karla would draw back her fist back and throw a punch aimed for the bridge of their nose. However, the strike was but a ruse, for Karla’s index and middle stretched out at the last moment and aimed to poke them in their eyes!

[Devastated]

Trinette laid on her back and clicked her tongue. This wasn't exactly how she had imagined things going. Though she had broken out of the pin attempt rather easily, she was now fuming. She didn't enjoyed the feeling of being angry or pissed off. Though this Karla Reinhardt so far had managed to bring it out of her twice, and they had only met twice. This didn't bode well for her blood pressure to say the least. As she could feel it rising with each and every moment she had to hear Karla speak.

Karla had moved her way towards her head and squatted down. Only to talk down to her and then grab a hold of her hair and pull her up towards her knees so they were facing one another. Though as Karla went for that backhanded slap, Trinette would try and catch that arm by the wrist before it could make contact. Narrowing her eyes before she'd try and suddenly throw her head forward in an attempt to headbutt Karla right on the bridge of her nose! Getting the feeling that if she didn't throw herself at her foe with everything she had ,she would have to continue to listening to Karla's condescending tones and mocking words.

[Monsy]

All this power can make any blue-blood feel spoiled. Freedom to whip your hands where they please. Stomp where the boots yearn; even over flesh. Did the thought ever cross that this was her winning stroke? Please, Karla wouldn’t know whether to be amused, disappointed or angry that their time could be cut so short. But delivering that verbal knife, carving in, sharpening up her smile was making this all the better. The masterstroke was to be that swipe of her hand.

Then it stopped. Karla’s half-attention flickered down to spot her captured wrist, “Du kleiner… AAAGH!!” The headbutt threw her voice into a girlish squeal. Her knees turned to jelly, legs to twine and her brain to stew, thrashing around as she arched back. It was like she flicked off. Shoulders dipped first, then her spine curved and the knees went out. She splatted on her neck and shoulder-blades, the legs swung up, then out, half-open in a V. Two hands gripped her throbbing nose, whining, groaning and looking dizzied with one eye flickering, the other half-rolled into her head. Was there blood? Something felt wet, and she didn’t decipher whether it was her own blood or first-drool seeping from an open, contorting mouth.

[Devastated]

Trinette's anger fueled her actions as she threw her head forward and smashed it into Karla's face! Headbutting the redhead and sending her in pain flopping down onto her back. Trinette huffed out and shook her head a bit, clearing the cobwebs that had formed from the sudden headbutt she threw out. Her forehead stung a bit in pain but for now she wasn't going to let that stop her from finally giving Karla the comeuppance she deserved!

The Paladin would reach for those legs of Karla and try and roll her over onto her front. Then as she would rise up to a stand, Trinette would aim to pull Karla's lower body up into the air and try and yank Karla's legs around her hips, grabbing at Karla's hips and wrapping her arms around it. The bluenette would try and lift Karla up as she would swing her own body backwards. Trying to throw Karla down onto the canvas with a Wheelbarrow Suplex! Or as it was dubbed when used by Trinette - Cortain!

[Monsy]

If consciousness was a vase of water, then Karla’s surely cracked. It leaked everywhere. Things got more muddy. Her sinuses were stuffy. She was tired but still had all the strength in the world. This feeling of drunkenness, complacency, intense fire in the face and a sickness that ate up her swelling brain. Headbutts are death.

Karla was thrown on her stomach and she flopped like a sack. Her cheek meshed into the canvas. Two hands settled on her forehead, the wrists covered both eyes to stop the world from spinning. But that in turn showed her bleeding nose. For all of Karla’s newfound strength, she still was nothing heavy. A small woman who laid in the coils of someone bigger, pulled up so her hips peeled off the mat. Her noodle legs enveloped Trinette’s waist, slithered and were pinched by Trinette’s arms who then seized Karla’s frame.

〝GH… STOP!〞Karla barked, as if her stupor had shifted and she could bite and snarl again. But she already flew, from sunrise to sunset, a mighty crash shook the canvas as a human meteor impacted. Spit and squeals rushed out her lipstick lips, a wide-eyed, almost bloodshot gaze bulged into spheres. “AAACK!!” Her heart could stop for a but a moment, and she sprawled everywhere with limbs going to all corners, and she heaved, steady and unsteady; spine sufficiently grated into ribbons to leave her down. “Goghh..”

[Devastated]

Taking a commanding grip of Karla's hips and thrusting her up into that wheelbarrow position. Karla barked out her commands but Trinette wasn't about to slow down. She aimed to show Karla just how wrong she had been to underestimate her and she was doing so with one of her signature moves! The Wheelbarrow Suplex dubbed Cortain. She swung Karla up and over and slammed her down harshly with that move which got the crowd to cheer out of the heroine! The comeback was happening and they were now rejoicing at the sight of the villain taking a harsh blow like that!

Trinette release that waist and rolled onto her front. Hands pushing against he canvas as she rose to a full stand! Looking down at Karla who seemed to be heaving for breath. She wasn't about to let up though, the bluenette was out for vengeance....or rather....retribution! As she would reach for a handful of Karla's red mane of hair. Looking to pull Karla up off of the canvas. Trying to guide her to a stand and force that head in between the thighs of the French wrestler's.

Leaning forward, Trinette would press her chest against Karla's lower back and snake her arms around that waist. Then with a strained heave, Trinette sought to lift and roll Karla up onto her shoulders! Standing tall for only a second before she'd throw them both forward! Seeking to slam Karla down with a brutal powerbomb!

[Monsy]

The Reinhardt was left swimming in her own head. Impacts always did her hard. A small frame with little cushion to distribute the blow, she was but a breathless sack, heaving and begging to inhale on the canvas, with limbs spread that only began to animate once again, she was everything but formidable. To peel her off the mat would be like tearing a wet-glued piece of paper off the mat. First her head, then shoulders and her spine rolled up. Once she ran out of slack, the bite in her scalp made her yelp, “Ah! Stop this at once!” She gasped, frantically scrambled her hands onto Trinette’s, sliding and slipping her fingertips against the wrist, dotting and tapping, but unable to scratch.

Her trembling legs folded underneath her, then stretched and quaked, standing on the edges of her feet like a newborn animal, and her arms slacked down, dangling like vines. Now supported only by Trinette’s hold in her scalp. The feeling was draining. “I… Demand… you, ach- no-no-no—”

Soon her shoulders bumped into Trinette’s thighs, putting her face in-between to be sandwiched. She was panting, the colour dripping from her face with every rapid exhale. “Ghh.. I am Karla RAY Reinhardt, you can NOT-” Up she went, barrelling onto Trinette’s shoulders, curling over their head where the soul dripped from her body, and left nothing but a ghost-face, a dry mouth and whimper, “d-d-do this??”

And the impact, “AUUUUUGHHHH!!” First her shoulders, then the back of her head, “Gh-” To roll her eyes back into her head. She bounced with the force, the cry echoed as the pain swept her head to toenail. Her back arched into a bridge before resting again, and she took a great heave, as the lungs were squeezed into dried grapes, unable to suck back in. Her heart felt like it stopped. Her eyes were wide, blood-shot and a gulp of spit flung. “Ouuuuu….kuu”

Her face turned one way, velvet hair swiping across like feathers. Some curled into her mouth. Her opposite cheek was moulding into a pool of drool as her mouth laid gaping, as were her eyes, full-globes, almost docile, with the pupil half into the socket. And those lipstick lips practically was smothering her boot heel, as both feet planted by her head, arms folded up, into the sea of scarlet tresses that spread everywhere like paint. A hollow puppyish whine cooed from her sopping brims, gargling on curses and ways to express her numbing pain.

“Blegh…”

[Devastated]

Pulling Karla up by her mane of red hair was somewhat satisfying. As she got to hear the redhead complain and demand before that head of hears was shoved in between the thighs of the bluenette. Her complaints and protests would fall on deaf ears though as Trinette had run out of mercy to give for this cocky heel. She intended to make her point known to Karla with this move. As she heaved and rolled the frame of her rival up onto her shoulders...though she only kept her up there for a brief moment.

She threw Karla forward and slammed her back first into the canvas with an impact that caused the ring ropes to lightly bounce. Next came the scream from Karla and the bouncing of the slightly shorter wrestler upon the canvas. Trinette huffed out as she watched Karla's body go almost limp and folded up as it was. She would move forward one step and reach out to grab at the back of Karla's ankles. One hand on each one of them, as she leaned over Karla's frame. Her groin pressed against the rear of the redhead as she pushed her weight down over Karla. Going for a fold up pin on the German.

The referee would slide in next to the pair and check on Karla's shoulders, making sure they were pinned down and then raised her hand up into the air. Bringing it down with a hard slap as she would shout out. " One!..." Staring the pin count, all the while a slight smirk formed upon the lips of Trinette. She seemed to be rather satisfied that the powerbomb would make sure Karla wouldn't underestimate her anymore.

Spoiler

[Monsy]

The Reinhardt was gargling on her own spit, spilling it onto the mat through a maw of overdone lipstick, smothered and smeared at the corners, moaning and whimpering with her reflection staring at the side of her black and gold boot-heel. A cheer from the crowd was the knife that carved up Karla’s ear-drum. It turned her face red. Her eyes wet, half-open - through a drunk lense, where the world spun and no longer made sense. Trinette’s weight beared down, hips against her hip to turn her red into a burning sheet of blood-crimson across her cheeks ear-to-ear. Both eyes closed and she whimpered through spit-bubbles.

One came without a match.
Two was next. A clean, long-drawn, almost seemingly delayed slap. But undeniable.
The hand drew up for a third time. Higher than the previous two counts. The referee’s palm was sharp, arm-fully flexed to make sure this final count was honest, true …! … … and clean!

“Naaggg…” Karla’s voice was like a high-pitched zombie. Her legs rustled then jerked with half-strength, seeking to push them at least off the canvas so she can twist one shoulder off the mat, and break this count at a masterfully timed 2.9! “Khhya!” She cried out with her feat of strength. Even if she managed that, she wanted nothing but to sulk with her face-down to go unseen. For a second, she felt small.