Karla "Ray" Reinhardt vs Clara Gaster - Red vs Yellow!

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Clara managed to reach the ropes, but she fully knew that Karla won’t release till the moment was critical for her to release the hold. Just 4 seconds, she told herself, 4 seconds more of surviving the hold on her spine and leg…

…if only she knew how much Karla wanted to hurt her.

Shortly after a 4, a hard painful pulse went through her leg:

”AAAAAAAAH!!!”

Clara rolled into a ball, holding her hurting knee as the ref got into Karla’s face to admonish her…

[Monsy]

There wasn’t a place to hide where Karla Ray Reinhardt simply lets you off.
One Clara was the next to learn, with their knee becoming the hammer she battered the canvas; the nail. Karla strode a step before turning around, ready to continue the prowl until the referee placed themselves before her. She bit her lip just to refrain from throwing a fist. A maddened eye twitched, and she growled, “Whatever. You want to assist the little Hundchen? Then help the little Hundchen.” She turned right, taking a step as the referee shadowed. Then she rotated, sharply towards her left shoulder, dashing to bypass the referee’s body and gunning straight for Clara!

If she dialled in, Karla would grab the top rope and start stomping away at their aching knee! Again, and again! And again!

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The ref stood up to defend the helpless Brit…but Clara hated hiding behind the ref. It made her look a bit weak, as if she was looking for an extra advantage from a place she shouldn’t have got it from…

…still, at least she was playing by the rules.

Karla would bypass the ref, and zeroed in onto the Brit’s leg, ramming her leg into her hurting limb again and again and again!

”AH! GAAH! S-s-AAAAAH!!!”, the Brit screamed, the crowd jeering their disapproval for Karla’s tactics!

[Monsy]

No point to make. No grudge to settle. Nothing to extract.
And no obstacle to stop her from beating on that leg. Again. And again. Again.
Eventually, she kept her boot on the knee, bent over and reached to clutch a fistful of Clara’s hair, then yank so she could sit upright. A short glance was given to the crowd, a side-smile, then she took her free hand, folded it across her chest and swung a backhanded slap towards Clara’s face.

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Temporarily done torturing the Brit, Karla forced Clara to stand up straight…to the best of the Brit’s ability to do so, as her leg felt like it was on fire for pushing her weight on it…

…and she could barely stay standing as a hard backhand was aimed for her cheek, leaving a hard print mark!

”AAAH!!!”

Still…Clara stayed standing:

”Screw…you!”

With defiant words, Clara tried to drive her fist into Karla’s stomach!

[Monsy]

That stance was blood in the water. The leg, sweet sore limb, looked like a juicy steak to a lion. But she didn’t want just that to be weak. She wanted everything to agonise and suffer as it did. The slap was just the taste-tester. A sheer reminder that made the Reinhardt's smile curl Cheshire, “Screw me, huh?”

She laughed in their face again.
Then she felt an explosion in her stomach. “GHH!” A small bounce off her feet, and she lurched over, heaving. Her mouth was dry in a second, and left to cough. An eye closed, and she grit her teeth, growling, “You little…”

Karla charged and swung her arm with all her fervour, aiming to take their head off with a lariat!

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It was easy to guess for tired Clara what Karla was planning on doing after she successfully drove her fist into her stomach. The redhead would wind up her arm, fully intending to take Clara's head off...

...only for the Brit to dodge off to the side, and wrap her arms around her rival's waist! From there, Clara would try to lift Karla up to drop her on her neck and shoulders for a German Suplex!

[Monsy]

This was SO going to hurt!... Wait-no.. NO.
Karla froze when she saw those dreaded arms on her waist, gritting teeth and turning pale. It was like a snap, and she flew. A perfect arc that saw the Reinhardt crash picture perfect to the cheers of fans. Her lungs emptied a scream, both arms fell out, a curl put into her spine and her boots planted right by her head. She gazed at the lights, and was sure to start counting as she was rightly stunned into a groaning heap.

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Clara would not let Karla rest for long. She wouldn't let go off the suplex...but nor would she pin her rival. She turned both of them and dragged the redhead back to her feet, grabbing her arms from both sides to that they were crossed over Karla's body...before she lifted her again, and slammed her into the ground with a Straight Jacket suplex!

But even then Clara wasn't done! With her second wind going strong, she would lift her back up to her feet, this time hooking them around her rival's arms and neck for a Full Nelson...before throwing her backwards once more, completing the trifecta with a Dragon Suplex!

And for the final one, Clara would keep her rival's shoulders pinned firmly to the mat for the pinfall!

[Monsy]

She was woozy like a drunkard after a dozen shots. Her shoulders were down and her legs were more folded than wet towels. Yet she turned onto her side, mewling all the way back to her feet. Her arms crossed across her chest, she turned white, “Wait-wait- What are you d-doing?!” And the Reinhardt went butt-up into the air as her head and shoulders were turned to soup- “AAGGH-!!” She landed again with ankles by her head, like it was fixed to be. Then she was peeled off her shoulders again. “Stop-Stop… ” She was already looping back to her feet. She hardly had a stance. Her knees were glued together. Her face was fuming red and chattering on her teeth. “Don’t you-- AAGHH??!” This one came from fright. She landed again, splat on her neck, the back of her skull and legs free in the air again to fold by her head. Karla’s face steadily got more distant and gasping. There was hardly a second to catch her breath. Every second, her lungs were squeezed in the falls, and her brain was turned to mush, babbling out nonsense while trying to curse.

“One!”

Karla was still, groaning, “D-Damn you-”

“TWO!”

Karla’s legs pedaled the air, whimpering before thrusting her boots into the air, popping a shoulder off the ground, and landing in a heap on her side.

“THR-- TWO!”