Tilde Voclain vs ???

[ThatPolishDude]

For just a moment, Tilde thought she might have had it, that she might have finally landed the final hit. Then she saw Karolina open her eyes and sit up, the french woman tried to back out of her range but couldn't do so fast enough as she felt her opponent's hand close around her throat. Panic set in almost instantaneously as she would claw at the hand, trying to dislodge it and get herself free.

[Monsy]

One woman worth more than a million could not falter from ONE puny wrestler. Karolina's uncovered eye locked on them. The hell swimming inside now fanned into a glare. They earned at least a glance. Then, she smiled. Thrashing and clawing -- what good did that do a bug? Nothing. And as Karolina stood, with powerful stomps to tower over her opponent. “All that, for what result?”

She put a hand on their hip, gripped their belt, and lifted them into the air altogether! They’d be hoisted like a caught fish, with her index and thumb underneath their jawline. Karolina’s bicep fidgeted and flexed as the burn built inside her limb and the white-knuckle clutch on Tilde’s belt supporting her lift. Through the mere short seconds, she laughed, loud and deafening, a wretched sound as a vein bulged on Karolina’s forehead. Then -- the crash. A simple thrust down to the canvas like a mortar striking its target.

[ThatPolishDude]

Even if Tilde wanted to respond, the vice grip on her throat would make it impossible as she was held in the air, arms clawing at the hand on her throat and feet dangling below, completely helpless at the moment. Then like a thunderstrike, the pain erupted throughout her body as her back impacted the ring floor, arms spreading to her sides limply. it would take a few seconds for any movement to come from her and even then it was just a hand moving to her head while the other tried to push her off the mat, eventually settling in a siting position.

[Monsy]

Once Karolina chucked them back to the Earth, she stood taller than Everest. Her chin was tipped up and those eyes carried a certain distant focus where the light can almost make her red iris sparkle. She lifted her hands, half-curled fingers slowly forming fists, and her face grew a smile. When Tilde made the poor decision to sit up, Karolina simply bent over and slinked a toned arm around their throat, grabbing her second arm, the hand gripping Tilde’s hair and pushing her head forward.

[ThatPolishDude]

Tilde was still groggy from her recent close encounter with a mat so she bearly posed any resistance when Karo went to choke her. A sudden panic set in and she tried pushing up with her legs to change the angle while her hands would reach behind her head to find the hand pushing at its back and try to pry it away.

[Monsy]

Karolina smirked at this sudden fish-out-of-water reaction. What they tried to do was rather easy to tell. First came their legs. She took one boot and stomped on their calf, pinning her sole on the muscle and wedging with twists of her ankle. Then came the push-back. Temporary at best. Karolina started straightening up her posture, pulling them along in the choke that only sunk in more, and more while the Matriarch’s eyes looked more towards the ceiling than the opponent.

[ThatPolishDude]

Tilde could feel herself growing weaker and weaker in the hold of Karolina, her attempts at escape dashed down like they were nothing. She would continue to try and find a way to slip out, panic settling in as she realized she would not find it in time. Nevertheless, she would continue to flail about, not willing to go down completely without a fight but entirely at her opponent's mercy

[Monsy]

Anything they mustered; not enough.
Never enough.
The might it took to stand up to God herself was never in the hands of Tilde Voclain, and now, Karolina thought it ripe to put the final nail in. And, it was simple. Karolina fell onto her back, wrapping her long legs around Tilde’s hips, which locked at the front. Her head was above, with Tilde pulled in right over her chest, squeezed, and choked. This was this fight’s quiet crescendo.

[ThatPolishDude]

Tilde could do nothing, every attempt at escape thwarted and it didn't even seem like it took any effort from Karolina. Now she felt Karolina's legs wrap around her, or so she thought, the world already was a blur, all sensations diming. Tilde's frantic attempts at escape would grow weaker and weaker until they stopped completely. The count at this point would just be a formality as the french woman was out cold and would stay that way for a long while.

[Monsy]

Formality indeed.
Crowd knew it. Karolina knew it. Tilde didn't need to anymore. But rules in this vile ring had rules. Savage standards. To raise the opponent's arm, three times in total. Then let it fall. The bell rung on the third, where they didn't pry on Karolina's hold. Call it a paralyzing death glare, where she released on her own terms, then stood, stepping on Tilde's chest. Her pose came to express herself, arms out, half-bent, palms up and fingers slowly curling into fists. She looked to the ceiling, the lights, soaking in it as the crowd was stirring. She took her foot off, stepped between those ropes, strode down the steps and up the ramp. Not a crack on that golden skull.