Haruka Tatsumi vs Karla Ray Reinhardt - Apex Qualifier Match

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Haruka stood over Karla, clearly... She wasn't done on delivering the punishment for Karla as she looked down. Cracking her knuckles, she wanted to really punish Karla for making her fight in such a disadvantageous state. She hunched over and grabs Karla's wrist and yanks her up to her feet. Dragging her along to the center of the ring.

Haruka turned herself a bit so that her back was facing the ropes, adjusting her position before she then pulls Karla into her as she steps aside and whips Karla towards the ropes! Quickly she reeled her arm ready. Watching Karla ran to the ropes and bounced off it and ran back towards her... Utilizing the speed of which Karla ran as she took a strong step forward with her arm spread out.

"ORRYAAAAAAAA!!!!" She roared out as she smashes her arm across Karla's chest! Taking her down to the canvas with a devastating lariat! And when Karla was flattened to the canvas... Haruka then quickly goes down and grabbed the back of both Karla's knees. Lifting it and curling Karla in half, even going as far as pressing those knees onto the canvas right besides Karla's head. She gets down on one knee and leans her weight onto Karla's rear that was up high when curled. Whipping her head back as she then glared over to the Reinhardts corner full of contempt while she pinned Karla in such a dominant display.

[Monsy]

This paradise turned to hell.
Everything was set up right. Execution was flawless. The resistance was just what she expected from a hopeful dog with no real teeth. Why? WHY NOW? WHAT WAS THIS WOMAN MADE OF? Karla couldn’t stop screaming inside her head as she was dragged to the middle of the ring. Her spine was like she possessed no muscle; her face drooped, eyes aimless, mouth open as she greedily took in breath. Her arms dangled ahead of her, hunched over and forced to run towards the ropes. Karla took that as her saviour. Finally, she can strike back. So she dug into her reserves, stabilised her head and ran like she never did, throwing her back into the ropes and shooting back… right into an guillotine-like arm. It might as well chop her in two. Her feet kicked out, chest crushed, ribs bruised and her lungs squeezed into grapes. Her eyes bulged, bloodshot. She screamed a death howl, then came its encore. Her back punched the canvas, head whiplashed to juice her brain into mush. Hair was thrown everywhere, splayed out, some across her face, curling into her drool-soaked mouth. Both spittle and tears splatted from the fall. Her attempted comeback too was used against her. She saw quadruple, shivering, fingers curled into weak fists, those arms half folded towards her head and buried in hair. “D-Don’t…”

Her emblematic knees then brought over to her ears. The material running between her legs was pulled thin, eaten between her cheeks like a bad wedgie, leaving the bare bottom to be presented to cheering fans alike, hidden only by Haruka’s frame against it. Her feet were over her skull, back arched almost into a C, legs spread, enough that it gave a clear look of Karla’s drooling, distant and passive expression, whimpering and begging in babbles. The moment gave her face a vibrant blush.

“ONE!”
But the referee’s hand was slow.
It was like thirty pounds of dumbbell weights pinned the referee’s hand down, slowly lifting. It took seconds just to reach over their head, flexing and squeezing their hand into a fist just to prepare for the next count. At long last.
“TWO!”
The hand raised quickly the next time, as if a normal count, only to repeat theatrics with his hand to fist, to hand, fist and hand again. Then when it came down for three and all was itching at the corner of their seats, the referee’s hand descended at a snail’s pace, chewing on their bottom lip, pretending to strain as Karla’s body twitched and she finally groaned a sense of life. The referee shuffled to Karla’s head, slowly bringing that hand down until Karla snatched it from mid-air and added a slight twist of the wrist. The official threw their other arm up to shrug, “I can’t complete the count! Sorry.”

Just as Karla nudged her shoulder off the ground, twisting with three pumps of her body to try and unfold herself, and at last, breaking the pin at the dreaded 2.9 mark! So close!

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Haruka piled on top of Karla, curling her almost forming the letter C. Haruka had gripped onto Karla's ankles and pushed it down right beside Karla's face. Whipping her head back, Haruka shot a glare towards the Reinhardts on Karla's corner as she had pinned Karla in such a dominant way, one that she promised to show prior to this match. Triumphing against such opponent and rise from the ashes. Making her comeback from such a set back. She was sure that she'll win this...

Though, it felt like the time was slowing down to her. The crowd cheering out loudly as Haruka pinned Karla like this. The count was slow... It felt like you're on the edge of your seat waiting for the 3 count to finish. But it doesn't look like it from everyone in Haruka's corner. Yuzuha was first to rise up and attempted to enter the ring in anger. Only for Kanata to hold her firmly on her waist and pull her back from entering the ring and cost Haruka this match.

"OI! THE FUCK WAS THAT SLOW COUNT!? LET ME GO SENSEI!" Yuzuha shouted out from Haruka's ringside corner as she struggled to get herself off from Kanata's firm grip. Haruna watched on, her hand shaking as she can't really bear to watch this unjust happening in front of her. Right to her student no less. She closed her thumb into her mouth and bit into the nail in irritation and holding herself from taking the matter into her own hand and costs her student the match.

The count continued. It was so slow that even Haruka could tell something was amiss. She gazed over to the referee who just made lots of unnecessary theatric on the simple pin count. Haruka rises up from Karla and easing off the pin. It seemed unnecessary for Haruka to continue this further if this was the count. Despite Karla breaking off at the 2.9 mark... Haruka could tell that she could easily had Karla pinned for 3 if not for this referee's theatrics. She shoved Karla away and pushes herself off her feet while glaring at the referee.

"That was more than 3! The fuck was that!?" Haruka protested to the referee. Though the referee just firmly shook their head and continues to show Haruka that was a 2 count. "That's just stupid." Haruka threw her hands up and shook her head, giving up on arguing with the referee. She turned her attention over to Haruna, she seemed lost on what to do in this situation. Haruna, noticing her student's plea for help. Pressed her thumb to her throat... "Haruka, if they try to deny you..." Haruna let out as she make a throat slit gesture. "Then make yourself undeniable!" She declared as she shows a thumb down with her hand pointed towards Karla.

Haruka steeled herself as she nodded at the instruction. She took her attention back towards Karla and approached her. She promptly raise her leg up and steps up on her violence as she stomps her foot down onto Karla! Crying out loud as she continues to violently stomp Karla down until she's satisfied with her frustation.

[Monsy]

What goes up, must keep going up, as Karla would put it.
Untouchable was this young woman’s motto. How she carried herself was with fireworks rather than a shadow. The grandest barrier she often posed was how small she could make someone feel, surgically break them until their physical resistance meant nothing but petty rebellion against the forced truth. That wasn’t the case here. She stumbled and landed on her back just about every time with this woman, and didn’t know why. Why they slipped her control, someone so weak and pathetic, yet so determined. It terrified her from the start, and everything hurt tens of times more. In hell was the only place where her body could be handled in such a manner, her spine arching over like a sunset cut behind a hill, her exposed rear placed in the air and smothered, her meaty but shivering legs put by her head and those hands, oh so mighty, now looked small as the Reinhardt babbled, choked on her own spit and whimpered like a puppy with broken legs.

She broke it nonetheless. In her world, it was all real. She broke it, fair and square. The measures of which she’d go caught the eye of Karolina, who propped a brow as Adelaide laughed, “The indignity of this is hilarious!” She said and Karolina smiled as well, “Contingencies.” Karolina commented, “It seems the common rabble is all riled up now. I spot the dumb one.”

What were they to do now that all facets were against this hopeful girl? Referee, security and judges all at one place under the opposite banner. Karla laid on her side, sweating and heaving, her head on fire. But she began to chuckle, facing the opposite way from Platinum Sky for her own corner, who stared back, bemused. She laughed, “You idiot!” But was replied with newfound aggression. “GEHH!!! AAUGGH!!! W-WAIT!!! KEEGGH! UGGH!!” Karls’s body spasmed and kicked, her belly turned to a purplish mush as the stomps drained her mouth of spittle, and tears and snot leaked from her eyes and nose, becoming this unhingined mess of eyeliner and lipstick, with her hands held up, pleading for respite.

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Haruka was relentless as the sole of her boot stomped onto Karla's stomach repeatedly. Screaming out as she vent out her frustration and hatred towards her opponent. To think... She have been degraded by Karla... Ambushed by the Reinhardts... And now? The officials was seemingly to be paid off to make sure she lose!? The sight of Haruka losing her cool was quite common, but not as brutal as this. The crowd was stunted to see this plucky underdog going to the lengths of brutality.

Haruka promptly stopped as she realizes Karla had no way to fight back. Looking down at the results of her action. Haruka took a deep breath, recompose herself as she looked over to the crowd. Raising her fists up and crossing her wrists together. "OWARI DAAAAAA!!!" Haruka shrieked out as she pumps her arms down. Declaring that this is going to be the end of Karla Ray Reinhardt.

Turning her attention back to Karla. She seized both Karla's wrists and pulled her up to a sitting position. She continued to prop up Karla to kneel. Letting go of one wrist. Haruka then pulled Karla's wrist down so that her hand is between her thighs. She promptly turned around and lean her back against Karla's chest as her hands firmly gripping onto the back of Karla's neck and wrist...

"SSHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" With a roar, Haruka lifted Karla off the canvas and held sideways against her shoulders. Haruka turned around to glare at the Reinhardts while carrying Karla. With her eyes fixated at them, she's going to show them that there's no way that she'll be held down. Not anymore, not to their degrading comments, not to those early attacks... And more importantly. Not to the unfair officials who were bribed by them.

Haruka then hops up as she let go of Karla's wrist and pulled her head down! Crossing her legs against Karla's upper body as she drove Karla headfirst to the canvas with her finisher... The Immortal Blue!!!

[Monsy]

Karla’s stomach felt like minced chunks. Her abs suffered from Haruka’s boots’ game of whack-a-mole. They gleamed red. Karla coughed and choked, cradling herself on her side. Her face was tight, biting into her lower lip as this last strip of duct tape that kept her together. It kept her from audibly sobbing. She had her puffy eyes buried in her hair, which dripped down her cheek, over her nose and onto the mat. The others didn’t have much to say. Karolina only saw the slaughter of a lamb. Maria was the only one pacing, slamming her fist against the guard rail. She wanted to yell, but that wasn’t her place. Sow the wind, reap the whirlwind.

People became so big around her.
Karla didn’t want to look out.
But as she was pulled up, sitting, then kneeling, her head dipped. She dripped sweat off her chin. Her lips shuttered. That toned body trembled from head-to-toe. She caught a glimpse of everyone, cheering and roaring, and shrunk. “S-Stop-…”

Karla arms was rubber, tugged between her legs, hauled up. The height zoomed, and she squeaked like a puppy, but was lull over their shoulders. She knew everything about this. Her skull. It put the fear of god in her red eyes, gaping, the whites of her chattering teeth laid bare for the fans, her family and Platinum Sky to mock.

I don’t want to be here.
I can’t be here.
This isn’t real.
…Help me, someone.

Yet her skull spiked, picture-perfect that belonged to a museum, with the rage that can make God shiver. All that pressure built up in her neck, the Reinhardt shrieked, just before impact. Her body turned to sand, with her back sprawling, her spine furling out, with her legs and bare ass stuck in the air, the leotard pulled taut, then sprawled out, the thighs slightly parted that shivered. The pain burned through. Her maw was wide open, the jaw slack, eyes rolled back as arms splayed flat. The fingers twitched but didn’t curl. She was laid out like a car crash, the look of terror and agony still frozen on her defeated face, still quietly groaning from the grave.

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There was only fury in Haruka's eyes as she drove Karla's head down the canvas with her Immortal Blue. This was her needed comeback to claim her win. Even the people on her corner smiled lightly, Yuzuha was more than happy that Haruka showed her payback. Even going as far as yelling towards Haruka to "PIN HER! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!?" She yelled out. But Haruka had another thing in mind...

She raised a hand and wag her finger towards Yuzuha. She shook her head as she unhook her legs from Karla's body and rises back up to her feet. Not forgetting to grab Karla's ankle as well. "No... This isn't enough..." Haruka let out, she looked towards the corner post. With the referee shenanigans in her mind. One finisher isn't enough to get Karla pinned for the three count. And of course, if she wants to end it... She have to end it in a way that felt more... 'her' style.

Haruka then dragged Karla's body across the canvas and sets her position primed for her other finisher. Letting Karla go, she stumbled forward and gripped the top ropes firmly. Glancing back towards Karla for a bit, Haruka then sets her foot onto the corner pads and starts to climb the corner. Her hands gripped the top post as she set her foot on the top rope. Slowly rising up, she looked towards the crowd who were cheering her wildly. It warms her that the crowd is rooting for her to win, she needed this... She doesn't want to be looked down anymore as this sore loser.

Taking a deep breath as she stood up top, she glanced back to see Karla laying there unmoving. Haruka then hunches down a bit as readies up. Taking the back leap and turning around midair! She balled up and flips forward in mid air as she dives down front first onto Karla! Opening her body up and intends to put all that airtime and momentum to squish Karla beneath her with her Victory Splash! One which she hoped would put an end to Karla and make herself... Undeniable.

[Monsy]

This was more like an unexpected execution.
Karla was splayed, with all limbs devoid of life. She had this resting knocked-out face, eyes in the back of her head, trying to make heads or tails of the time. That self-control image was babbling. Her body of carved marble was now just a puddle of bruised glass. Her cheek moulded into the canvas. Breathing was long and hoarse.

Still, most Reinhardts were quiet.
As they looked to the turnbuckle, they stared like watching upon a comet. Maria was the only one to rile up, take a step, but be swiftly grabbed by Karolina on the shoulder. She looked up, and though Karolina wasn’t looking back, she saw that lopsided grin, how it hardly contained itself. Adelaide was also calm. It wasn’t enough to satisfy her worry. “Don’t you dare!” Maria shouted with a pointed finger at Haruka, “Do you know who we are?! Are you listening, fool?! Get down!” Her face started going red from shouting, only to be pulled back again.

“We’ve come this far.” Adelaide said, “One last push couldn’t hurt.” It was aloud, but they knew who it was for. They looked to Karolina, who now spotted the ring. The referee stood aside, but pacing. Their throat was dry. They knew what they’d ask. But why? The blatant act was almost too much…

But when Karolina raised her hand and gestured her fingers to the side, what happened next was a story within two seconds. The referee came to Karla’s aid and gave her a stern nudge on the shoulder with their shoe, turning her over once and letting Haruka crash to the empty canvas.

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Haruka remembered what it's like to be looked down upon. She wanted to send a strong message that she's here to stay and in contention to the title scene. Her career had quite the rough start with how she manages to shine a bit only to be overpowered and knocked down. Not this time, she came this close and now she only have to close it.

Everyone in her corner could see that this was Haruka's last push to seal that message. Yuzuha pumped her fist and looked up to Haruka with a big grin. "Come on! Finish her!" Yuzuha shouted out, though Kanata glanced over to the Reinhardts. Her eyes narrowed as she noticed how they don't seem too bothered with Karla seemingly going to lose. "You noticed it too huh?" Haruna questioned as she took a slight glance towards Kanata.

Yuzuha, noticing that her trainers didn't seem to react that well to Haruka. Decided to pose a question. "Sensei? Isn't she about to win this?" Kanata only shook her head. "You won't like what will come next." Haruna let out as she saw Karolina making a gesture as Haruka took the leap off the corner. And just like that... They saw the referee nudging Karla away from Haruka's landing zone. And what comes next...

"Buhh..." Haruka landed harshly on the canvas front first! Her body flopped a bit as her limbs went limp. Her head laid to the side as her eyelids lowered slightly. Her eyes showed the lack of fire within her as her mouth parts a bit. The landing had effectively taken the fight out of her, the pain from the early ambush and now compounded with this landing. Haruka was barely conscious at all after the landing!

"Haruka!!" Yuzuha let out as she immediately tries to slid herself inside the ring but once again pulled back out by Kanata. "This is her fight, but after this... They're making it our fight." Kanata let out, barely able to keep her calm as well as she glared over to the Reinhardts. "Our hands are tied here, the officials are under their control." Haruna continued. Gripping the edge of the ring tightly as she looked to the referee.

"Fucking..." Yuzuha slammed her fist to the canvas. "Haruka! Get up! Don't you dare lose to this schmucks!" She shouted out as she repeatedly slam her hands to the canvas loud and in a rhythm. Calling out to Haruka who just laid there, her body spasming a bit but there were still no sign of her recovering...

[Monsy]

Jeers and shouts rained after that last act.
The injustice was clear as sunlight. Karla was all too loopy to register it. She started holding her head while Karolina took in a deep breath, rolled her eyes and looked to Adelaide. “Are you satisfied?” She asked, and Adelaide replied, “Yes. We kicked the hornet nest fairly well.” Then began to laugh. Karolina clicked her tongue, “The lows she stoops to are unbecoming of a Reinhardt.” And with a heavy breath, she added, “But, effective.”

Karla was starting to push on the canvas, hands by her head. She looked ahead like she just woke up from a twenty-four-hour nap. Distant eyes, like no one was there. Her mouth was opened and full of drool that she wiped away with a slow moving hand. She looked down and saw her hands spin with dozens of shadows. After four hard blinks, they stabilised and one hand went to her forehead, “T-TCH…” Alas -- Haruka was found. Everything became clear. “Little. Cheat.”

Was all she could muster. “Little cheat, little cheat, little cheat.” She said with a progressively growing growl. Pushing on Haruka’s shoulder, she tried to get them onto their back, where, her knee would go across their gut -- a hand on their throat. “YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO WITHER AND CRY.”

Karla then packed a fist, raised it over her head, and hammered it down, trying to punch Haruka straight in the face. “SO CRY.” Again, she’d punch, “CRY.” Again, “CRY YOU STUPID MUT.” AGAIN, “YOU NEVER AMOUNTED TO A CHANCE. I WILL BREAK YOU IN FRONT OF YOUR WHOLE TEAM.” PUNCH. “CRY! CRY! CRY!!” Karla’s eyes were bloodshot and spherical. She breathed like a spent dog, simply swinging her fist, over and over without precision. Just pure malice.