Haruka Tatsumi vs Karla Ray Reinhardt - Apex Qualifier Match

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Haruka's arm collided with Adelaide's chest! With all her might she brought Adelaide down to the ramp as she also goes down on one knee after that attack. "Haaah... Haaa..." Haruka breathed out, the crowd cheering at the fightback that Haruka mounted. Her bloodied face gazed around to see a shocked Maria, the crowd roaring out loud to cheer for Haruka to come into the ring... And Karla. Oh Haruka really wanted to take her head more than ever.

Turning around as she rose up to her feet. Haruka focused straight at Karla who were barking orders towards Maria. A step forward... She suddenly realized she made a mistake on forgetting to factor Maria as a threat. She turned her head towards Maria, she was already too late in realizing it as she then felt a sharp impact on the back of her head!!

Stunned on her feet, Haruka's eyes moved to look at Maria who just landed a harsh roundhouse kick to the back of her head. Haruka then stumbled to the side, having no balance at all as she fell to the side, catching herself on the barricade that separated the ramp from the crowd. Holding the back of her head, Haruka took a breather for a bit before moving away from the barricade and approaching Maria.

Haruka stared straight towards Maria's eyes as she closed in. Reaching forward to grab onto Maria's shoulders. If she managed to do it, Haruka would then reeled her head back before thrusting it forward for a fierce headbutt!

[Monsy]

The moment Adelaide’s back slapped that ramp, hearts started to tense. Not of typical despair that Karla feasted off - but a hope that angered the short Reinhardt. What pissed her off was the crowd’s dopamine. But when Maria finally sung her tune with a professional-grade kick, for the moment, Karla sneered. It was almost like she was the one to strike the jaw from that jawline. Launch her opponent into the barricade, then to be Maria, standing there with triumph suffused in those scarlet eyes. “Stay…” Then… “What the…” The woman got up. Shock riddled in Maria’s eyes, stunned to silence and muttering. And once they got close, Maria broke, whimpering with noodle-knees. Then getting cracked across her face, with eyes having spun into the back of her head. Water drowned her vision and she dropped with this arch like paper peeling off a wall, landing spread-eagle in this resounding second thud.

The crowd can almost cheer - if not for two more redhead figures. One didn’t even need to vault to get over the barricade. The one behind caused people to scoot away, to the edges of their seat and not meet her eyes. Johanna was first, towering and bulging with muscle. Karolina was behind, cape and wrestling gear, that black-gold leotard that did well to show her figure, and a collar so high, those on her flanks can only catch glimpses of her hellish eyes.

Once Maria went down, a hand slammed down on Haruka’s head, open-palmed, with the fingers stretching temple to temple, pressing down. Johanna’s second gripped the hem of her trunks, curling it deep into her hand. Then she twisted hip and picked Haruka up like a doll and threw her back towards Karolina, who lifted up her knee, pointed her boot sole and thrust it towards Haruka’s face!

Meanwhile, an almost ghost-faced Karla, now more frustrated and excited, growled as she pointed her finger, “Quality and quantity, little Hundchen! You were BOUND to fail, no matter how hard you try.”

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Haruka watched as Maria fell down on the ramp. Her head hurting and she hunched down a bit as more blood drips onto the ramp. She should feel the crowd cheering for her when she took down her assailant. But nothing came, she took care of everyone... right? Haruka then pushes herself back to fully standing straight and intended to look around for another...

Only for a hand gripped right onto the top of her head before she managed to turn around! "Ghhiii... Aaaaahhhh!!!" Haruka's hands grabbed onto that hand as those fingers pressured her skull like a mean vice trying to crush it. Her eyes went wide as she wriggled around in pain and tried hard to peel those fingers off her head but to no avail. Tear started to form on the edge of her eyes as she tried to withstand the overwhelming pressure on her head. Like she was struck with a skull crushing headache.

She was then lifted off the ramp without much effort, how...? She couldn't believe it, to be lifted without effort and then tossed forward! Flying off the ramp and surely she'd hit the ramp. Only for another assailant appeared right in front of her and without any momentum to dodge... Haruka's face are going straight towards a boot!

The boot connected clean and it made Haruka's body flipped over as she fell down front first with a harsh thud back on the ramp. Haruka laid there with little to no motion, slowly turning her head up and looked at Karla berating her from the ring. Her vision was spinny and that the sight of the ring along with Karla moved on like waves as she looked quite out of it. "Ghhh..." Haruka groaned out as she wanted to get up and make her way onto the ring once again. With how her new assailants easily lifted her around, it felt like she was having a rather impossible odds at making it into the ring. She then remembered about her turning down Haruna's offer to have any backup... Was she going to regret it...?

[Monsy]

Karolina’s latest strike did well to disorient. The two colossal Reinhardts watched with contrasting stares. Johanna was all too mute, apathetic as she looked down, taking a step or two in Haruka’s direction. Karolina gave nothing but contempt. A star like this, supposedly one of a stable, alone and limping like a wounded gazelle. It was business when it came down to it. Every Reinhardt needed their place on the upper echelon. Anyone who wanted to make themselves a threat, well - deserved this.

“Lesser…” Karolina spoke, firm and loud, as if making a public address. She leaned over, grabbed a fist full of Haruka’s hair and yanked up, trying to bring her to her knees. “Just where are your friends? You have allies, no? Why are they not here, supporting and protecting you?”

Karolina yanked upward again, curling her bicep as if to force Haruka onto her feet.

“Hahahaha, would that even change anything? I hear you’re a failure. So insignificant and feeble, your only talent is to scream and writhe like a stuck pig.”

Now, Karolina crouched, seeking to hook an arm behind Haruka’s leg, settling on the thigh then arch her back across her shoulder-blades. “So scream.” Karolina stated, using the hair-pull and the leg-grip to stretch her with a torture rack! All the while, beginning to strut around ring-side, each step hard and deliberate, giving an almost parading view of the House of Hegemony's victim. Karla had a commanding view of it all, smiling, closed-eyed, overflowing in her own smugness that she could drown. She earned this. Every advantage.

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Haruka tried to push herself up and stand... But fell down once again, finding no strength to get up. She fell flat on her face, she was this close to reach the ring. But the assailants kept on coming and now this one is bigger than ever. She wondered how she could fight them back without any backup. "Ngggrhhh... Damnit..." She cursed out weakly as she limped forward to the ring.

She'd hear Karolina spoke firm and loud. "NNhhhrrrhhh...!" She grunted out as her ponytail was yanked up and forced to kneel up. Her eyes moved and looked towards Karolina with hatred. Shaking her head as she refuses to hear anything that she have to say...

"NNggghhhrrnnnhhhaaa..." Haruka writhed out as she was pulled up further. Forcing her to a stand, Her eyes looked over to the ring that seemed so close yet so far. How would she even find the strength to push Karolina out of her way? Much less Johanna who stood tall as well.

With no effort, Haruka felt that strong arm hooked between her legs. Karolina's shoulder blades pressing across her back... And then, she was lifted up into a torture rack hold!! Haruka's eyes widen as sharp pain pierces her back. "NNNhhhhhiiiiaaaahhhhhh!!!" She screamed out as she shook her head. It felt as if Karolina would break her back easily. She grunted out and screamed in pain as Karolina strutted around ringside with Haruka trapped in a torture rack hold. Each step around was like another stab at the back...

The crowd boos grow louder and louder. But some of the wrestlers, particularly on Haruka's stable, Platinum Sky felt that enough is enough. A section of the crowd seemed to cheer as they notices them pass through. It was also in time for Haruka to find the strength to break off! Haruka raised her arm and smashes her elbow onto the side of Karolina's head! She smashes it repeatedly as the crowd erupted in cheers when she fights back! After she were let go and fell to the floor with a thud. She immediately gets up and steps onto Karolina's thighs and swings her leg in for an enzuigiri! Not ending there... She slapped the floor as she immediately gets up and ran towards Johanna! Leaping towards her and thrusts her feet straight to her chest with a running drop kick! She hoped that it was enough to keep them down to give enough time for her to make her retreat into the ring... But she doubted it...

The crowd cheers were at an all time high when Haruka stood up after the dropkick, only to kneel down once again. Struggling to get up, it was ripe for Johanna and Karolina to strike once again... But! Before they could do so... Haruna and Kanata Yamamoto hops over the barricade and shielded Haruka from both sides. Haruka glanced over to see her teachers standing between her and her assailants. "Don't just stay there puppy! MOVE!" Haruna commanded. Haruka nodded and she darted off towards the ring apron as she immediately leaps and straighten herself as she went under the ropes and finally entered the ring!! Gasping out as she turned around and laid on her back as she felt relieved that she finally entered the ring, which means that she could finally get the match started without any more interferences. But with how battered she was from the early beatdown... Would she be able to finally come back from it and win?

[Monsy]

A lesson learned too late. One never declared their intentions to a Reinhardt. Thus, they pulled any resource they pulled to assure destruction. And managing them all to agree for a target, was, by all means, a special feat, further exhausted that she’d get two women who disliked one another to align, with one standing in the ring, so proud of herself, watching Haruka bend over Karolina’s shoulders. Then, that smile changed. Her expression soured upon the comeback. This instinct flickered on when seeing Karolina struck in any matter. Jealousy too. Karolina’s head nudged but, time and time again, visibly getting more angry in her twisting lips and sharpening glare. Then she released, dipping to one knee to shake these mortal cobwebs. The pain was negligible on all accounts. She can stand against anything.

Then a foot cracked against her cheek. The very sight turned Karla’s cheeks white. Adelaide’s brows lifted and Johanna felt queasy. She didn’t move when she saw it, but stared as Karolina’s head snapped one way, spit out puckered lips, looking to almost wobble from her spinning field of view. Then two feet buried into Johanna’s chest. One leg drew back, then another, braced, and squinted with furrowed brows. “Tch.”

Adelaide wasn’t far behind the pair, she too ghost-stricken by the sight of Karolina dazed. And Maria too, who stumbled and bumbled to that side, now peered in horror and rage. Then soon after, Karolina swiped two across her cheek and stood. Her gaze looked more fixed, a brow lifted, sighting them on the ground. She took one step forward, then her head snapped towards the barricade, sighting two jumping it and getting in-between their prey. Johanna, Maria and Adelaide both gave fixed glares, with soon Haruka slipping away. Karla’s brow twitched, with her plan now reaching a hitch. She put hands in her hair, clawed and leaned forward, looking at her feet while scratching her scalp, “IT’S ALWAYS.” Her foot stomped the canvas, “THE HUNDCHENS.” Stomp. “GETTING IN THE WAY. UGGGGGHHH!!!”

For the other four, it was if all their rage was about to spill onto these two defenders. The cost of striking Karolina needed to be paid. Maria shared the deepest grievance.

“You’re dead!” She barked.
Adelaide cracked her neck, then her knuckles and joined Maria’s side, and Johanna followed Adelaide’s shadow. But it was Karolina who stuck out her arm, stopping the advance cold. She had her gaze fixed on Haruna. Yes, one look and she knew. This must be a leader. It was someone she could meet eyes with, and soon turned to a smile, then looked at the ring, gesturing with an open hand.

“Lets not sully an admirable show. It’s second-born’s problem now.”

Meanwhile, in the ring, Karla’s shouting settled. She stomped over to the referee, grabbing their shirt collar with two fists and slamming them against the corner turnbuckle pads. “Do what I paid you for and RING THE BELL.”

The referee did just that, frozen by fear, hands up in surrender, only changing to make the call.

DING DING DING!

Karla released and went into a full-on charge of Haruka’s splayed out body, lifting her boot and aiming to deliver a barrage of stomps to the body!

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The rest of the Reinhardts and the two veterans and leaders in Platinum Sky stared off ringside. And late to the party was the wildcard of Platinum Sky. A short haired runt, very small in size but all the ready to bring the Reinhardts a piece of her mind with the attack on Haruka. Yuzuha, armed with a lead pipe, hopped over the barricade and ran towards the Reinhardts.

Haruna however, as the leader took a gaze on Karolina and when Karolina stuck out her arm to halt the rest of the Reinhardts from advancing, so did she. Kanata eases up her stance and grabbed Yuzuha from advancing any further. "I do agree... As much as I loathe how you attacked my beloved student." Haruna replied. "We'll settle this later." She added on as she gave a hand gesture to Kanata and Yuzuha to retreat to Haruka's corner ringside.

Meanwhile in the ring, Haruka was still recovering from the assault earlier. Her face was already in quite a mess, she wiped off the blood on her mouth only to hear the bell ringing signalling the match was starting. Wait, she wasn't ready at all! How did the referee made the call to start the match? Haruka thought but was immediately interrupted by a boot stomping onto her stomach!

"GUhhkkkhhh!"
"OI REF! SHE WASN'T READY! The fuck was that call!?" Yuzuha was first to let out her protest, while Kanata had to calm her down from getting into the action and disqualifying Haruka. Haruna gazed towards Karolina in the opposite ringside corner. Not only that the opponents group up on Haruka, they also managed to pay up the officials to make the match went to their advantage. Bitting her thumbnail, Haruna could only hope that Haruka can survive this.

Back inside the ring, Haruka reactively rolled to lay on her side as she curled to defend herself from the barrage of stomps. Slowly rolling away again to get on all fours. Enduring more stomps on her back, Haruka grunted out as she could feel those boots pressuring her backbones. It hurts but she have to soldier on.

As those stomps ended, Haruka sluggishly pushed herself up, it was evident the stomps did quite a number on her... But her expression was rather blank, she don't look to be in pain at all as she gets on her knees and gets up further to her feet. Breathing in and out heavily as she stands on her feet, Haruka slowly turned her head towards Karla. That blank expression turned into something more of a silent rage. "You're... So... Dead." Haruka let out, she reaches out onto Karla's shoulders right after and then pulled her in if she manages to grab her. Following that, she threw her head forward and gave Karla a harsh headbutt!!!

[Monsy]

Ill point to dance on this knife now.
For she didn’t pride herself as a controlled individual for engaging any enemy that lingered forth, and having learned to co-exist amongst threats of all kinds, to control them. This young spitfire who raised a pipe towards the rest didn’t shake Karolina’s disposition, nor did it earn a flinch of her gaze. She stayed focused on Haruna. If this leader couldn’t control their flock, then they would be useless when it comes down to anything. Thankfully, she thought right about this one.

“Perhaps the beloved student should learn to expect repercussions from her earlier actions.” Karolina said aloud, putting her arms up with a shrug. Her eyes closed on the matter, “Very well.” And she turned on foot, walking past Adelaide. Karolina strode past her family, and only when she passed Johanna did the others follow on her tail, taking their side of the ring. Not that she’d have half the savagery to attack them unprovoked, but she didn’t think the same held for them. They were wrestlers at heart, after all.

“I should’ve ordered a seat.” Said Karolina, “We can use the backs of our aides.” Adelaide replied.
“I am not a degenerate.”

Inside the ring, Karla relished in hitting them. The sheer action was filling her smile with dopamine, overflowing into laughter. Destroying their back, their spine, waiting for something to crack, yelp or scream.

“PATHETIC. Who let someone like YOU enter MY Main Event scene?! WHERE DO YOU GET THE AUDACITY? You?! A little girl!! A weak nobody, with weaker friends and a face only a fist can love!! I am KRR, you should be grateful I am even KICKING YOU. Do you feel grateful, hundchen?! Just whimper like a stupid, worthless, DISGUSTING HUNDCHEN. UGLY. THING. CRY ALREADY. GO DOWN.”

Stomps and kicks rained and Karla’s ranting saw her switch between a look between a twitching brow, a flinching smile and snarl. Her other eye remained wide, almost circular, focused on kick placement. Karla’s breath turned heavier as it dragged on, bleeding out her wind bit by bit until she was bobbing her shoulders and slowed down.

“I’ll leave you… hah… like roadkill… tch…”

Karla’s heart sank. This zombie that rose looked almost inhuman. It drained the colour from her face as though cutting at the jugular. Her hands rose, palms open, the fingers fidgeted like they wanted to run from her hands, “W-Wait…”

One foot retreated. “N-No, y-you c-can’t… J-Just d-do t-that…”
Her back went stiff, then she began leaning back. Hair let her hide. One eye usually covered, but needles of hair fell to cover the other partially, both bulging and starting to sting and glisten. You’re so dead. It was perhaps the first time she felt her knees shake so much.
“P-Please… W-We c-can…”
Karla lifted a finger, just as Haruka latched onto her shoulders, and she peered up at Haruka like a wounded puppy, pleading for a crumb of relent.
“E-Eeep…”
CRACK. A cheer roared as Karla’s head rocked back and forth. Her eyes looked up, counting lights. There was drool seeping out her maw like a stream seconds later. The girliest scream came out and died quickly. More like a death-whimper. Her whole body swayed, mostly the upper-half, “buhhh….”

An arm came forward as though to make a punch, but she couldn’t even mount a fist, let alone raise her arm and she ended up just flopping her noodle arm. With her eyes floating inside her head, a fresh cut opening on the bridge of her nose to allow Reinhardt blood to trickle, she groaned as though about to collapse from exhaustion. Eventually, she started to retreat, her leg swung around as she tried to turn tail and run, only for her leg to give out and she slapped the canvas, front-first, facing away from Haruka. Her arms splayed at her side, legs merely twitching with her fingers, her lipstick smothering the canvas and dragging along with drool pooling around her cheek as her tongue hung loose, almost licking the canvas as she battled to suck in air.

“Blegh.”

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Haruka stood firmly as she held Karla's shoulders. Keeping her from moving away, watching how the prideful redhead in front of her broke down. Deathly staring down in deep breaths. Blood trickled down her forehead. She let the Reinhardt go, standing in front of her. She watches as her opponents swayed back and forth in groggyness from the blow. Turning around to retreat only to fall face first to the canvas. A sight similar to what she sees when she laid Karla down in the buildup to their match here.

"No... I'm not done with you yet." Haruka let out. Sluggishly walking forward and her hand reaches onto Karla's wrist. "SSShhhhhAAAAAAAAHHH!!!" She roared out while leaning her head back. The crowd roaring in cheers as Haruka let out her battlecry that she'd bring her comeback. Haruka knelt down and grabbed the lower hem of Karla's leotard. Tugging it as she pulled her up to her feet. There's just lots that she wants to repay to Karla for all that she took coming into the ring. She had to play it smart if she were to have a chance to win this, she doesn't have a lot left, for all she knows... She could collapse at any time with how much she took earlier.

Haruka then tosses Karla back first against the corner. Hooking her arms to the top ropes to keep her from falling off. Haruka then stood by Karla's side with her hand placed firmly on Karla's chest. Patting them lightly as if sizing her up. Taking a deep breath, Haruka then reeled her arm back. Swinging her arm back in with her hand open and firmly pressed into a knife edge chop. She then swings a powerful knife edge chop right on Karla's chest! But she wasn't done with just one as she immediately prepare for another chop!

"URA!" She yelled out as another chop flies onto Karla's chest! And then another... And another... Each chops diminished in speed and power slightly. And when she seemingly done with it. She pushes Karla onto the corner once again. Caressing her cheek a bit before she then concludes her assault with a slap to her cheek!

[Monsy]

What in the name of common decency allowed this kind of savagery? All the good will she brings to these no-faces, the reality-checks to those delusional, the charity of her presence, the opportunity of sharing her space and being granted mercy at the end. AND THIS IS WHAT IT GETS? It was a twisted heartbreak. She felt so naked by the injustice, or perhaps it was just the blood coming from her face.

“Eeeek-” The pull on her leotard’s hem sentenced an instant wedgie with her crotch and ass. The tug, no, the command to yank her back to her feet was so eye-watering that she squealed girlishly before finding her feet and pushing up. Karla flew into the corner, her back outpacing her feet. It was though her lungs could spank her ribs, a sense of whiplash and rung her neck. She looked up, spaced out and breathing like an overheating dog.

A second after she felt something touch her chest, the chop slashed and bit. “ITTAAAA!!” Karla screamed, lurching forward. Her teeth chattered, with hair over her eyes. “G-Gh… gh… It….” Then again! “GHH!!” Again! “KAAYAA! …. IT…” Again, “I-IT HURTS!”

Hissing through her lipstick lips, Karla heaved in and out, clenching her fists, as though ready to erupt with this new form of divine power that she loved to propagate. That slap rippled on her face like dropping a boulder into a river. Her head swung one way, so violent that her neck ached. Spit flung like it could shoot onto someone on the front row. Both knees shivered and buckled. Her hooked arms turned to feather-made chains, and Karla’s head soon dipped until her chin reached her collar. Then she fell, slipped down the turnbuckle pads until her tailbone spiked the canvas, and she sat, with her arms in a pile on her lap, peering up, docile and with spinning humming birds in her eyes to keep her squashed brain occupied. She groaned, babbling out cusses whilst the spit slipped out one side.

“Kuuuuu.. Aaa…” Ultimately, half-there, half-not.