Karla Ray Reinhardt vs ??????

[Monsy]

What transpired these past few seconds was simply not reality. No, she didn’t take that headbutt. No, she didn’t take that dropkick either. Both render that she, Karla Ray Reinhardt, could be hurt. In what conceivable world was that plausible, or that this Hundchen had any right to rebel against what THEY deserved?! Something needed to be done about this, just needed to get her feet together, stand up tall and give them-- “BLEGGH!!” Their shoulder impaled her gut. Her innards felt squished into a small cube, and the connection of Swan’s collar to her abs made a thunder clap. Karla’s legs swung out and into the air, soon over her head as the crash sent her on her shoulders. She backrolled after a short delay of her hips sticking in the air, flopping on her stomach with her limbs sprawled like wet noodles at her side, palms up, the fingers twitching as they rested half-curled, her drooling lips and distant eyes smothered by the canvas as she groaned, and heaved heavy. The crowd cheered. Time to recover was now earned in abundance!

[ADarlingDucky]

With as nasty as Karla was, it was fortunate for Swan that she had been gifted with an opportunity to strike back, her foe getting far too close and suffering a headbutt, and that headbutt led to a dropkick, and now the luchadora was quickly beginning to build some momentum back up! And as Karla swung around dizzily and lunged for a punch, the masked woman ducked low and floored her with a spear, slamming her shoulder into Karla's abs and driving the air out of her, while also falling to the mat herself, with both women ending up on the canvas and gasping for air!

The impact had caused Karla to roll almost completely over backwards, while Swan would simply roll over onto her back, her large chest rising and falling as she finally took a moment to collect herself, hissing as she once more brought her hands down to her groin once more!

"Uuuugh... ooow... you really gotta tell a girl before you hit her below the belt... But hey, I guess it could be worse. Imagine cheap shotting someone and still getting laid out like a punk." Swan groaned as she rolled over, pushing herself back up as she threw a verbal jab at Karla! And once she was back on her feet, the luchadora would step back a few paces, before suddenly rushing towards Karla, dropping down and once more slamming her feet into her foe, looking for a basement dropkick to further stun Karla and make sure she'd be nice and vulnerable to what came next!

[Monsy]

Spears became one of the WORST things about this damn sport. It should be banned. No, just from being used against her. She can still use them. But anyone else needed a permanent DQ and formal lawsuit. Just needed the air to say it… It was squeezed dry after her abs became mush. A crash-zone for that shoulder. Karla was laid out, a look of groggyness in her eyes. She didn’t have any wit to speak out at the moment. Pain was a nasty gag.

“You--”

What was almost like a second spear drove into her stomach. Her abs crunched and she folded in two from it. Her eyes bulged, bloodshot, spittle dashed until her mouth was dry and she squealed like a stuck pig. Those boots made a thunderclap on impact, turning her face-up, holding herself, cuddling almost, trying to stitch herself back together through winces, whines and low-audible curses.

[ADarlingDucky]

A spear and a followup dropkick would do it's job when it came to taking control back from Karla, as an overconfident maneuver from the redhead, trying to rub in her position of dominance, had completely opened her up to Swan's offense, and left her reeling from the subsequent blows! Swan hit the mat after the dropkick, and though she was still moving somewhat sluggishly, it was clear to see that she was better off than Karla, who was curled up and writhing on the canvas, the two blows to her abdomen making movement in general a painful task!

It delighted the luchadora to see, and so as she pushed herself back up, she was more than ready to continue working over Karla to the best of her abilities, reaching out and grabbing Karla before tugging her to the center of the ring!

"Alright... stay right there..." The luchadora instructed, a smile on her face, before she would turn around and rush to the ropes, leaping up on them and bouncing off of the middle rope! With a quick turn through the air, Swan would backflip towards her foe, aiming to come crashing down on Karla and crush her with a lionsault!

[Monsy]

Two feet bruised her gut. She took all of it, acted like a concrete barricade, buckled and flattened to the canvas. Her gut is clutched, her breath is hoarse. She looks up every now and again, staring back towards the ropes, eyes almost falling into her skull. Stay right there? Didn’t need to say anything about that. Especially when tugged by her limbs. Sandbags more like. You saw her gut heave in slow and out. That was about it. She liked to squeeze her eyes closed. Then, open. Black Swan smashed her gut. “G-GGhYAA!!” Her mouth contorts to scream. Her legs fly up, same with her shoulders, almost making a C over Swan’s impact. Her lungs pop with the violence. She’s left breathless, a hurting throat, sent back down to lie limp, twitching at the ankles and splayed out arms. Hair was over her face, covering up some of the dishevelled, drool speckled visage, and those empty eyes that were glimmering underneath the lights above.

[ADarlingDucky]

After a cheap start to the match, courtesy of her cheating redheaded foe, Swan had managed to battle her way back into a position of dominance for the time being, taking Karla down to the mat and keeping her there with a barrage of offense, the latest of which being a particularly impressive lionsault! Swan flipped through the air before coming down hard on top of her prone foe, Karla's body curving around hers as the masked woman crushed the air out of her heel opponent, a cry of pain and breathlessness coming from Karla before she would once more go limp beneath Swan!

"Now I get why you tried cheating. Because without that, I would have whooped your ass even faster! Say goodnight Karla!" Swan teased, as she lay down atop the breathless redhead, reaching down and snagging one of Karla's legs before folding it up, going for a pinfall attempt on her winded foe, attempting to put an end to the match as soon as possible!

"ONE!"

[Monsy]

This was. Inexcusable.
All the phone camera flashes must be getting the best of her. Being the Main Event has its drawbacks. Most popular and all. Bestest and greatest. And having been caught underneath Black Swan after a lionsault, her chest begging for air and feeling more like she just got rocked, it was only a matter of mercy for Karla to stay down longer than ONE.

“TWO!”

Shiesse.
Karla had a neat way of having her eyes look into her skull. Her leg flopped like a noodle and simply pointed at the ceiling with her hips nearly peeling off the mat from the hard leg hook. She looked left and right, clearly dazed, whining, grabbing the mat before popping her shoulder up. A solid 2.9. Just as the main event intended.

[ADarlingDucky]

Slamming down atop her foe, Swan had managed to level the playing field even after her foe had cheated to get the upper hand early, and she would lay down atop the redhead and hook a leg, hoping that she could put away her opponent early and end this match here and now! But right as it seemed like things were about to come to an end, the two count passing by as Karla remained still, it was just before the referee's hand hit the mat a third time that the redhead would suddenly jerk a shoulder up, waiting until the absolute last second to save herself!

"Uuugh... just couldn't stay down could you?" Swan chirped with a smirk, slowly pushing off of Karla and back to her knees, beginning to rise up to her feet, before reaching down to grab her foe! If she wasn't ready to be pinned, then Swan would force her back up to a stand, aiming to get her foe in position for the luchadora to wrap her arm around her neck, and pull her in for a headlock, controlling her as she set up for what would come next!

[Monsy]

The two count might as well be zero to her. It’s not that she nearly lost. That would be ridiculous. Laying there, belly-up, heaving from the earlier onslaught. It was just a gift; a beautiful self-handicap. Anytime now she was going to spring, ascend and destroy them in record time. It’s just as Swan grabbed her head, pulled her from her vacation on the canvas to stand on her wobbly worm-legs.

“H-Hundchen…” Being tied up around the head didn’t help either. Her cheek mushed into Swan’s side and she’s left hunched over, groaning from the headlock that only seemed to spell more upcoming punishment. Her arms could only come up and grab Swan's arm, bang on it with her palms and try prying to delay and frustrate whatever they had in store.

[ADarlingDucky]

Covering Karla's body, Swan would hook her foe's leg and hope that she had done enough to keep her cheap shotting opponent down for the count of three, but right when it seemed like her opponent might actually be done, Karla would kick out, forcing Swan off and keeping the match going! The luchadora would pull Karla up back to her feet before wrapping an arm around the red headed woman's neck, locking her in a headlock to keep her in close, even as Karla would bring her hands up, beginning to try and slap away Swan's arm!

"Hold up pal, we're having so much fun! Weird how that cheating you did didn't help you at all, huh?" Swan mocked her foe, before turning over towards the corner of the ring! If Karla didn't have a way to stop her, Swan would begin to rush towards the edge of the ring, pulling Karla with her, before intending to swing her foe into the turnbuckle post headfirst, driving her into it like a battering ram if Karla didn't stop her!