Karen Gale vs Mateo Salinas

[Underdoggo]

God damn, but Mateo was a lot stronger than he had been letting on. Maybe it was partially because Karen's bad leg was hampering her, but right now the handsome Mexican had her deadlocked in the center of the ring in a steady grapple, arms cinched around her, never budging an inch now matter how much Karen pushed against him. Beads of sweat ran down the Maori girl's cheeks and biceps as she strained against him, and for a moment the audience thought that the Kiwi powerhouse just might lose this contest.

That was until, with a roar of frustration, exertion and pain all in one, Karen nailed him in a neatly executed lateral drop!

Karen didn't wait for Mateo to get back up, however: in a flash she was on him again, pushing down against his back, arms wrapped around his waist as her high school wrestling memories took over. She breathed steadily against Mateo's back, feeling his perspiration mingling with hers, and steadied herself to lift him back.

"Oh fuck off," she breathed in response to Mateo's quip. Except the handsome Mexican, as usual, was right: Karen's leg flared with pain as she tried to lift him, causing her to simply collapsed further against his back. She panted hard against his bare skin as she now just held on to keep him pinned on his front, her chest compressing against back as she tried to figure out her next move...

Mateo's elbow came whistling in, cracking against Karen's skull. "AUGH!" she cried, toppling off of her male foe and rolling onto her back, clutching at her forehead as she kicked blindly against the mat...

[Parker]

Mateo’s elbow connected like a sledgehammer hitting bone, sharp, ringing, and devastating. Karen peeled off his back with a ragged cry, rolling to the mat as her boots kicked blindly at the air, hands clamped to her aching face. Mateo pushed up to one knee with a low grunt, sweat dripping down his jaw as he turned his gaze toward her. He didn’t hesitate. Rising in a hard pivot, his hands shot out, grasping both her ankles before she could curl away, and he yanked them up, hard. Karen’s hips snapped flat against the canvas, legs spread helplessly wide, her body laid out like a target begging to be struck.

Mateo loomed over her, controlled breath filling his lungs as his boots planted firm. “Let’s see how well you breathe after this…” The words left him as nothing more than a dangerous promise. Then he moved, launching into a sharp, clean front flip. His form cut the air, his body a force meant only for crushing.

He crashed down across Karen’s midsection and chest, back slamming into her ribs with a brutal, percussive thud that rattled the canvas with his senton. Mateo rolled off her with practiced momentum, fluid and merciless, rising back to his feet before she even finished recoiling. There was no pause, no mercy. He leapt again, twisting in the air, elbow cocked like a blade, then drove it straight into the center of her sternum. Mateo stayed crouched over her, palm pressed against the searing heat of her chest as he lifted himself just barely clear, no doubt looking to rise for another move if she couldn’t stop his onslaught of offense.

[Underdoggo]

Karen's vision was ringing after that elbow to her skull. She had taken worse, of course-- indeed, she had sometimes even inflicted worse on herself-- but that didn't mean she was any less dazed or wobbly from the blow. She felt her boots being grabbed, and blindly tried to kick Mateo away-- a difficult task with both her legs under control. A second later she was flat against the mat, blinking rheumily as she tried to clear out the cobwebs--

She heard Mateo's muttered promise, and then glanced up just in time to see him flip his entire body down across her midsection

"AUGHKK--" she gagged...and then immediately felt Mateo's elbow come down like a blade between her heaving chest. "UUUUHHH---" The twin blows sent Karen rolling onto her side clutching her hurting ribs, gasping for air like a woman who had just been saved from drowning. Or at least she would have rolled, if Mateo weren't simply casually placing a hand over her hurting chest, seemingly pinning her in place.

If Karen didn't know better, it seemed like Mateo was finally deciding to get mean...

[Parker]

Mateo’s hand, still braced on Karen’s chest, slowly lifted… then pushed off, his palm leaving a heated print against her ribs as he rose to his feet in one fluid, predatory motion.

He didn’t offer her a word. Didn’t give her a look. Didn’t even wait to see how badly she was struggling for breath.

He just moved.

The Mexican star burst into motion hopping over Karen’s battered frame clearing her with ease before breaking away with boots thundering towards the ropes at full speed. With a bounding leap he crossed the last bit of distance, the soles of his boots catching the middle rope and sinking deep. For an instant he hung there, knees bent, back arched, body coiled.

And then, he exploded backwards.

Mateo sprang into a tight, athletic moonsault. His form rotated beautifully, but halfway into the arc he tucked his legs sharply, tightening the spin and adjusting his angle with frightening accuracy. Rather than another splash, body against body he drifted further, enough to leave both knees aimmed directly at Karen’s exposed, wounded midsection.

He came down like a meteor, attempting to drill into her core, folding her around the impact strong enough to send a shockwave tearing through her ribs and diaphragm. Mateo would roll off the landing smoothly, chest rising and falling with controlled breaths. No arrogance in his successes, just focus in the heat of the moment.

He crawled back over her limp form, one arm snaking around both of Karen’s legs. With a practiced pull he hooked them, folding her in half as her knees pressed toward her chest. His shoulder pressed down across her thighs, compressing her ribs even further as he cinched the deep, smothering pinfall attempt.

[Underdoggo]

Karen felt Mateo's hand lift from against her chest, and then he was clearing away from her. Her experience immediately told her this was a Very Bad Thing-- that he was making space to hammer her with another brutal move. She tried to roll, tried to struggle up to her feet, but between her hurting back and just how badly out of breath she was, her body felt slow and sluggish to respond.

"D...dammit..." she wheezed, forcing one eye open.

Just in time to see Mateo sailing over towards her, his body describing an elegant arc through the air in a moonsault. Karen took a half second to admit to herself that, yeah, Mateo did look great arcing through the air like that...just before he slammed into her in an explosive impact, her limbs jolting up and then flopping down to the mat as what little air was left in her lungs was violently exhaled.

Groaning an umoving, Karen was easily folded up by Mateo, her legs folded backwards almost to her chest as the Mexican lay across her sweaty thighs. She seemed barely conscious as the ref started the countdown.

"ONE...TWO..."

With a gasp that could have been a yell, Karen kicked out, twisting enough to get a shoulder up. The crowd went wild: somehow, despite the absolute beating she had been taking, Karen was still in this fight.