Tilde Voclain vs ???

[ThatPolishDude]

Tilde grunted in pain from her arm being twisted but soon the pressure there dissipated and instead Karolina grabbed her leg. That presented an opportunity to escape her clutches and Tilde wasted no time capitalizing on it. When Karo stepped over to her side, Tilde turned her body with her movement, rolling to her back and then some as she swung her free leg at her adversary's hands. If that would succeed in dislodging her grip, she would then roll away to get some distance between them before getting back to her feet.

[Monsy]

Before Karolina’s grip could slither around its victim, a leg pounded into her fingers. Her arms flinched, the hold freed, but was unbothered, turning to face her opponent. Her eyes were still focused as though viewing through sniper scopes, but her lips propped up a small smile.
“Bravo. You squirm rather well. With such a cold, unbothered face as well… No one here has given me either. I wonder…”

Her arms spread wide, as if inviting Tilde. “How capable is this bulwark of composure? Show me something, rat.”

[ThatPolishDude]

She was being played with, Nothing of what Karolina has done was getting her any closer to winning, she was just prolonging it, otherwise, Tilde would have already been in deep trouble. As frustrating as it was it might give her a chance she was unlikely to have if she was treated as a genuine threat. determined to capitalize on that she rushed forward and wrapped her arms around Karo's midsection, lowering her stance before pushing up and bending backward in an attempt at a belly to belly suplex.

[Monsy]

All matters of Karolina’s affairs had her determine the playing field. She knew what strings to pull, when, how and who. The invitation was nothing short of pain on her terms, and soon, taken by the midsection and thrown overhead was impressive. She splattered on the canvas with her shoulder blades piledrived down, her limbs followed and she was flat. An eye closed, but instead of any sign of pain, she growled. Only three times had this woman been taken off her feet. The crowd cheered it. And for Karolina, finally, something to behold.

[ThatPolishDude]

The crowd cheered, far too much for it to only be caused by an impressive move on Tilde's part, no, it was about who was on the receiving end. She knew that yet still it made her uneasy. Regardless of that, she knew she had to move, and she was sure that Karolina would not stay down for the count. Getting up to her feet, Tilde moved over her opponent and would try to hook both her legs and arms into the appropriate position for a double chicken wing slam, before attempting to lift and hoping she could pull it off before her opponent recovered.

[Monsy]

Taking a move wasn’t frustrating. Anything can be absorbed by her defence. This? Wasn’t even a scratch. But the turn of these putrid people was enough to make her scowl. It made her sick. But with Karolina stunned, she was propped up high, arching to the sky underneath some lesser’s arms, growling, as the crowd cheered louder and popped once Karolina’s form hit the canvas with a thunder clap. Her face rebounded off the canvas, arms sprawled and her hips laid flat. Pervs could even catch her butt bounce from the smack, often half-cloaked by the leotard.

Though as quick as she lied still did she begin to move, bringing in her arms to prop her elbows underneath her chest, looking forward, and giving the front-row seats a chill as they didn’t catch a glimpse of a distant stare they longed for. No, one of raw contempt. Or perhaps, someone trying to keep it together as she slanted to one side, and she breathed a little heavier than normal. Neither did she move much else, simply the bare minimum to keep her chin off the mat.

[ThatPolishDude]

Tilde looked in shock as her opponent despite the two vicious slams was still in it, not even down for a single count. Even though she seemed to be in control for the onlookers, she felt anything but. She would growl in frustration, moving to the side and delivering a kick to Karolina's backside in an attempt to force her back down on her stomach. then she would grab both her wrists and pull back, lifting her torso off the mat before delivering three quick stomps to her held opponent's back followed by another with which she would let go of the other women's arms, letting her impact the mat.

[Monsy]

One sharp kick and the mountain stumbled back down. This was beyond annoyance that Karolina twitched her eye at, and the simple answer was to plough through this like the infallible tank she was. But when she came to find her arms, they were pulled back until her shoulder blades felt the pinch. Then her face saw colour and black three times over as her face was used as a battering ram against the canvas. The downed supervillain huffed and puffed, face-down and battling numbness. Her arms hit the canvas and immediately began to crawl towards her head, scratching the canvas along the way. “Nggh.” But perhaps, for once, she was stunned longer than a few seconds.

[ThatPolishDude]

Tilde took a step back looking at Karolina, she could hardly believe her eyes as the other women stayed laying down.

"1"

As the referee called out a sudden doubt coursed through her. There was no way her opponent was staying down. Most anyone else would but not her. She couldn't risk letting the other women recover and so she once again got on top of her, wrapping her arms around her midsection and lifting her up, her back arching as it appeared she was about to throw her opponent in a suplex only to swing forward again to slam her back down onto the mat.

[Monsy]

This time, it was her back. Heaved up and tossed, the Matriarch crashed with a sombre clap as the ring vibrated from the fall. Her arms splashed outward, same with her legs. She looked up, eyes closed and seemingly tense. But when they opened, they’d see only an unflinching molten glare, as the woman sat up instantly -- shooting her hand in hopes to catch their throat.