Trinette Vaillant Vs. Karla Reinhardt - A Clash Between Good and Evil (Apex Qualifier Match)

[Devastated]

While Karla seemed adamant at humiliating the bluenette, with her hairpulling and taunting words. Trinette was welling up with righteous fury! She wanted nothing more than to lay into Karla right now and hammer away at the redhead, which was just what she begun doing. A hand tightened into a fist began to rain blows down, hammering away at her foe as if she carried a sword in her hand and aimed to bash in someone's head with the pommel.

A couple of strikes was all that was needed for Karla to abandon the hold and roll away. Trinette gasped out in relief as she was finally freed from the hold. Her limbs ached, but she still pushed up. Rising to her feet as she whipped her hair back with a sharp twist and turn of her head. Eyes would throw a piercing glare in the direction of Karla, but no real time was wasted! The blunette was after all already moving forward!

Taking to a run near the instant she pushed up to her feet, she tried to charge right at Karla and go for a jumping knee drop aimed straight for Karla's forehead.

[Monsy]

Horrible. Simply disgusting behaviour from a little dog. Karla was feeling everything down to the last inch of skin, trying to find any bump from those stupid-stupid fists. Eventually she found one on her cheek -- she almost yelled out then and there, to scream her curses for this heinous atrocity. Fortunately, Trinette was there to help her with that. A knee came on her forehead and she screamed like a little girl. Her brain felt mashed into stew. “AAGHH!!” Karla kicked and used her forearms to protect her wounded visage. She hit the mat, over and over with her colourful boots. Huffing and puffing. You can hear her groaning loudly as she started rolling away from Trinette’s unjustified onslaught, towards the ropes to tuck herself under. Perhaps get away at ringside. It certainly would spark cheers in the crowd. “I will knock you cold for this!”

[Devastated]

Trinette huffed out after her knee drop had made impact with Karla's head, watching her redheaded nemesis kick her boots against the canvas and begin to roll away from her. She shook her head a bit, taking a second or two to catch her breath as she tried to pick herself up. She didn't want to let Karla get away from her, but she at least needed a second to catch her breath.

She would begin to rise up, following after Karla as the redhead dropped down at ringside. Trinette sought to join her, her body was arching, practically screaming at her...but the bluenette wasn't about to let that stop her. She would try and grab a hold of Karla and shove her back against the ring apron. Only throw a forearm strike aimed right for that chest, trying to hammer it over and over with forearm strikes as she tried to keep Karla's back pinned against the ring apron.

The referee of course would step up to the ropes and yell at the pair to get back into the ring. Starting her ring-out count.

"One!..."

[Monsy]

Karla had retreated to the outside. A place where her boots trailed off the ring’s lip, over and tumbled until they pressed onto the ground. Her head swam with mist after that knee drop. Her brain was flipped around and inverted. Down was up, up was left and left was backwards. One look to the outside world had her drunk. So, she buried her face into the apron, moaning like she woke up on a Sunday.

When Trinette shoved her back first, she was all flimsy, standing on wet twigs for legs, with one one knee dipping in while the other stood on its heel. Her arms spread across the apron, looking up, with the lights blinding and making her wince. Then she yelped. One hit came another. Her entire body seemed to shiver and shrivel. She screamed. Falling down bit by bit. Her body sunk, closer to the ground where her latex-covered chest started to blemish red from strikes.

“TWO!”

[Devastated]

Trinette landed on her feet next to Karla, shoving the woman back against the apron and kept her upright by pushing her against it with her hand on that shoulder. The bluenette was looking to really lay into Karla right now, as she pulled her other arm back and would begin to send an onslaught of forearm strikes right against Karla's chest. Hammering away over and over as she got those yelps and grunts from the redhead! She hammered away as the crowd cheered her on from all around!

The referee had started their count, wanting the wrestlers to resume their fight within the confines of the squared circle. Trinette continued to hammer those forearm strikes against Karla's chest, until she was softened up enough in the mind of the Paladin!

"THREE!.."

Then taking a step back, Trinette removed her hand from Karla's shoulder and pulled that arm back, then unleashed it. Letting her hand soar through the brief bit of space between them and aimed to smack it harshly across that chest of Karla's with a nasty knife-edge chop!

"FOUR!...."

[Monsy]

Her lungs became dried grapes. Hammered down, Karla slacked, heaved, and was mostly chin-to-collar. She hung to the apron with her arms stretched out. Dizzied. Trinette never once gave her a break. One vicious chop came across her chest. It sounded like a belly flop. This sting that could just eat up your skin, leave it blistering red underneath and feel tense afterward. “G-GWAH!!” Her hands guarded her chest afterward. She fell onto her ass, holding herself, curling in and hissing as the crowd cheered their approval. What’s left is her downed posture, visibly cringing, not really moving while at Trinette’s feet. Merely recovering whatever she could.

“FIVE!”

[Devastated]

Trinette back up a step after her knife-edge chop! She shook her hand out a bit, as she huffed and heaved for air. She could hear the loud cheers and shouts of the crowd. It honestly felt pretty good to deliver such harsh strikes to Karla. As if she truly deserved this kind of a beating. However, Trinette wasn't going to bask in her craftsmanship or anything.

"SIX!!..."

The Paladin reached down for that head of red hair and would begin to pull on it. Looking to guide Karla up towards a stand, where she would then take a handful of Karla's outfit by her hips. Aiming to pull Karla up and roll her in under the bottom ropes. The bluenette would however climb the ring apron, grabbing onto the top ropes as she looked over the ropes and down at Karla. Jumping up, she'd try and land with her feet on the ropes and then springboard off of them! As she sought to come crashing down with her leg first across Karla's chest for a springboard leg-drop!

[Monsy]

Her hairs pinch against her scalp, pulling her off the canvas to a stance that relied on the apron. Both eyes pointed upward; her chin forward. Gripping her leotard and pulling on deadweight, coupled with her low base almost brought a rip! With the fabric stretching just a bit before her back went flat and she rolled over to the inside, facing up. An arm went over her face to cover her dismay, heaving out with haste as a shadow loomed overhead.

“W-Wait!”

The breath is squished out like clapping a set of grapes. One leg shifted and her back curled with an arch as her head was subsequently squished into the canvas alongside her chest. Her arms unfurled, outward, groaning and stirring, silent on any other rebuttal.

[Devastated]

Jumping up onto the ring apron, Trinette took a deep breath and then springboarded up over the ropes! She flew...for only a few seconds before she came down, leg first across Karla's chest with her leg drop! The body of Karla stirred underneath her leg, but she seemed fairly weakened by the string of moves that Trinette had managed to hit her with.

The comeback of the Paladin had the crowd rallied behind her, as they were cheering for the bluenette. Trinette would keep her leg across Karla's chest, but leaning to her side, she would try and grab a hold of Karla's legs, trying to fold her up in half and go for a makeshift double leg-hook pin!

[Monsy]

Having been thoroughly squashed in her upper-half, Karla was busy picking up the pieces of herself. She tried hard to get her breath under control, inhaling until she couldn’t then exhaling sharply worked up exhaustion in her lungs. A small arch put into her back, aching, and to satisfy the pain in her chest that went through her ribs as well. She nearly didn’t feel her legs being pulled up, tight-knit together, thigh-to-thigh and pulled so her ass got ever-beloved screen time facing the lights.

“ONE!”
“TWO!”

Then she moved, with a jerk of her shoulder closer to Trinette’s boots, making it easier to pop it off the canvas and get her legs free in one big KICK. The crowd still cheered the paladin on, simply a hair’s width from getting that three.