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

[Vc0m]

Clara kept Karla pinned for good 2 seconds, hoping that this was enough to put the villainous red-head down...only for Karla to kick out!

"DAMNIT!!!", Clara cried out, punching the canvas, before her arms went to her leg, the one that Karla mercilessly tortured a few short minutes ago. Clara grit her teeth, as she carefully tried to get back up to her feet, but was very slow in her ascent, Karla having done her work to put the Shadow Lord at a disadvantage...

[Monsy]

Misery was sweeping her upper-back, shoulders to her skull. It spun her eyes around thrice, that even when she placed a hand down and some weight, she collapsed right on her face. The second attempt went a bit better, with both hands planted, she looked over through her mop of disheveled hair. “What’s the matter, Hundchen? On your last leg?”

That worked up a small, dry laugh, just as Karla stomped her first boot down. And not to (to totally) mock the Shadow Lord’s leg, she pumped her weight onto her leg and got the second underneath without any hands. Easier done when all the strain was in her upper back. “Let me help.”

And Karla came running. A bull-like sprint that saw her toe become a hammer and swing to try and punt-kick Clara in her bad leg, right in the kneecap!

[Vc0m]

Both women took a few moments to get back to their feet, the fatigue from the match starting to set in...but ultimately, Karla stood up first and capitalized on the situation, driving her boot into Clara's hurting leg, mocking her!

"GYAAAAAAAGH!!!", Clara let out a blood curdling scream, as she realized that Karla was doing a run up towards her!

Tired and hurting, the Brit did her best to get out of the way...but couldn't get out in time as Karla drove her foot hard into the Brit's knee for a hard punt kick!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!"

Clara rolled into a ball. The pain was unbearable as she grabbed her hurting knee, trying to protect it from the sadistic redhead.

[Monsy]

Oh-ho-ho. What did we have here? A wounded deer clutching a limb. Wonder what that could mean. Hundchen must be close to done. Can you hear that? Karla cupped her ear, leaned and listened. Oh yes. That was just the sugar of it all. That sign of ‘you can’t TOUCH me’ sank in. She just needed to rub it in some more. So she walked over, got down on one knee, grabbed Clara by the hair to hopefully expose that pretty screaming face to the audience ahead. Then she took one hand and slapped them. “What’s the matter, hmm?” SLAP! “What’s the matter, Hundchen..??” She smirked, licking her own lips before leaning in closer to their ear, “What’s the matterrrrrrrr?!” Then tried once again to slap them over the cheek a third time.

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It was bad enough having your limb worked over, Clara thought. She had used this tactic plenty of time. This kind of made her opponents heroes by default. Clara wasn’t doing anything actually evil or wrong, it was a valid strategy…it’s just the crowd sympathized with the person on the receiving end of the attack a bit more, wanting them to beat out the odds, and power through them, beat their opponent regardless of how much pain they were in. But at least she wasn’t too brutal in mocking her foe over her own tactics. General Shadow Lord shenanigans and gloating maybe, but not rubbing their face in the fact they could barely use their limbs now…

Clara saw just how difficult it was to be on the receiving end of this strategy. She simply couldn’t bring herself up to her feet. And worse yet, Karla wanted to humiliate her over the fact, pulling at the Brit’s hair, loudly mocking her, screaming in her ear as she slapped her. Angry in response, but still weak from Karla’s onslaught, the best the Shadow Lord could do was to try and slap the redhead back in defiance.

[Monsy]

Ahhhh, this is what the sport is all about.
Gripping another wrestler’s hair, yelling into the ear and slapping them silly. She knows SOMEONE will laugh as she does. I mean, how couldn’t they? Itty-bitty Hundchens stepping out of line and getting comeuppance’d?? Pure comedy gold. “Nothin’ to say, huh, Hundchen? That’s just fine. I prepared the warmest seat in the undercard, just for y--” BAM! Got her right in the kisser. Turned her head sideways, lost some spit. “Pugh…” Had this gamey taste, and she moved her jaw around to make sure she still had feeling. “You know--” She grabbed Clara by the jaw, standing them up together, “--I was settled on making a fool out of you. But now? I’m tempted to break your leg.” And putting Clara’s arm over her name, Karla put one arm on Clara’s waist, and another to pick up their shin, lift up, high as she can! -- Then drop that shin over her jutted knee.

[Vc0m]

Clara couldn't let Karla humiliate her like this. She was done being belittled by her opponents, even when it seemed like there was no chance for her to win. She was done curling into a ball when the going got tough...

...and Karla very much didn't like that.

Clara would be too fatigued to fight back besides the slap, as the redhead grabbed her leg and lifted it. Clara cringe in anticipation of her leg impacting the floor...and sure enough...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!"

Clara cried out in pain, rolling onto her side into a ball as she held her hurting leg. It felt like it was on fire...and it definitely felt like Karla's mission to break Clara's leg was underway...

[Monsy]

Oh, WHAT FUN.
This was almost better than a snap. An excellent scream. So much so that Karla went on one knee, cupped her ear with both hands, closed her eyes and tipped her chin up more and more as that cry was carried out, right up til the finish, where she grinned, “Seven out of ten, Hundchen.”

She then reached for one of Clara’s legs, trying to get her on her back. If she could, one of Karla’s knees pocketed behind their kneecap, and she stepped over for a deep spinning toe-hold until she faced Clara, picking up Clara’s second leg underneath the ankle, then dropping down, putting her second leg over Clara’s toes. Time to test the strength of that leg. And what better way than a figure-four leglock!

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As much as Clara tried to protect it, she had no strength left as Karla grabbed her legs, and folded them into a 4 shape…her hurting knee right at the spot where her legs crossed.

Clara breathed in, anticipating the pain…

”GYAAAGH! AAAAAGH! GAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!”

It still hurt even more than she anticipated. She wondered whether Karla was bluffing earlier, about wanting to break her leg…

Deciding that a broken leg wasn’t worth her pride, Clara tapped, desperately against the canvas in response to the hellishly painful hold!

[Monsy]

She executed her hold, not on the hope of just winning, but on the anticipation of a possible snap. Her eyes are wide, curious, and her grin is self-sustained -- if not embellished by the screams, at times even driven to small bouts of laughter. The tap came first and the bell sang. The referee came over, kneeled, put their hands over the tangled legs, almost half-heartedly trying to separate them. Karla gripped their collar, yanked them near, shouting in their ear.

“GET. MY. PHONE.”

Then shoved them away until they were on their back. Sheepish, or just complacent -- the referee exchanged looks between the pair and the announce desk outside. Beside it was a chair and Karla’s signature black fur coat, where something unmissable sat on top. A bejewelled rectangular device, with her letters, KRR written in diamonds. Karla pointed, as everyone is, of course, no smarter than a third grader. The referee got out of the ring, picked it up, held it high for folks to see then slid it into the ring. Boos rained heavily like the waterfall.

Karla picked her phone up, still holding her lock with steady pressure, began to spam the photo button where bright flashes spammed to her annoying heart’s content, laughing, and ending with a video taping.

“Alright, Hundchen. Tell me you surrender. Vocally. SAY IT! Or your leg goes.”