Karina Rine Vs. Karla Reinhardt

[Ghost]

There was great satisfaction in watching the woman struggle to breathe, to realize that her resistance was futile and all that bravado she had earlier was now wasted, the very look of Karla was treat for Karina to savor, yet she was far from done and she prepared Karla for yet another angle of humiliation she could work her in. Those thighs came up and surrounded it's new prey, licking her lips as she began to squeezed around the woman's head, no mercy being shown by the long haired barbarian, with the full intention of crushing her opponent, even if it was a little too early in the match to even think of such things!

She felt those lips pressing against her bare thigh, causing her to chuckle and taunt the woman once more. " Well now.. I haven't even asked for worship but you already know your place so quickly! " She mused, giving a lighter squeeze as a reward, though she imagined that a position like this was far from a reward for the arrogant fighter. Just when she figured that she could go for a different kind of headscissor hold yet again, those teeth would come down and went right for the bare skin, causing Karina's eyes to slightly widen and for the air to gasp out! She would quickly release the woman out of reflex, trying to instead push her away with her feet so she could roll away and inspect the area she bit!

[Monsy]

Her lips were dragged, and pallid cheeks smeared. The hold was sweltering; her face turned into a furnace, and her heart began to boil. Taunts drew her closer to the edge, as did her limb’s slow surrender rebounded with teeth that plunged against Karina’s solid skin. Resistance was akin to a spongey-steel; the taste was warm and flavourless until she was released and shoved. She turned onto her stomach, then her back; an arm folded over her chest and the other sprawled out, fingers splayed flush. Coughs skipped from her throat, dry, then meek as she turned over, propped an elbow on the elbow and pushed up. Her scarlet tresses curtained any sight of her face; a hand whipped it all back and stayed pinned on her crown as she took a knee, then peered through a vision that smelled blood.

“Don’t... m-mock me, you beast!”

She said, followed by a low growl. Her head shook out as she stood on trembling legs, shoulders slumped with fingers that scraped on the front of her thigh. “I’ll make you feel worthless!”

Her voice picked up into a warrior-like yell as she charged. Heavy feet now raced to close the distance, where she’d see to catch Karina into another tie-up and pray that momentum could win their skirmish and pin Karina’s back against the turnbuckle. Not like she prayed, for her mind, at this moment, had swelled to become numb. Strategy was but a subsidiary to rage.

[Ghost]

While her dominating hold had been ended abruptly by the bite, the satisfaction quickly took over when she looked back at the woman and found her stuttering from what had happened to her! Karina took only a moment to rub her hand along the spot she was bitten, running her index and middle finger over it before her focus was once again fully upon Karla, straightening up and would roll her shoulders before she would go back into a grappling stance!

" I'll put that mouth of yours in good use before this match is over.. " She would tease the woman and got ready to once again grapple with her, though it seemed that Karla was not going to take it slow or take the time to gather herself and instead went straight towards Karina for another lock up, causing Karina to blink as she was slowly being forced up against the turnbuckle, quite a bad spot to be in, especially after what she had done to her opponent!

She grumbled, though would make sure to keep a tight hold on Karla before she aimed to retaliate in a more proper way, bringing her leg up and looking to sink her knee right into Karla's proud gut, aiming to drive that air right out of her opponent's lungs and leave her stunned for Karina's counter attack!

[Monsy]

Her legs became industrial cogs that peddled forward, no matter the resistance. The progress measured in feet, then dwindled to inches and centimetres. Strain loved to envelop her thighs, fill them with an almost throbbing burn and compounding weights that reduced her stomping pace into the slow drag of her foot. Her upper lip, bitten and grit; her nose huffed out as her fingers curled, ground themselves into whatever it could, if not just to cause any measure of discomfort, while her eyes darted on theirs without a blink.

“Hah! You won’t even be awake!”

Then a solid pillar pounded her six-pack core, and it felt like her organs slammed against her back. The skin rippled from the impact and sent her body into a hop. She doubled over the limb, her eyes agape, mouth wide that flung spit as she groaned. Her hips hobbled back, her legs pressed together, and her hands slipped. If not for Karina’s grip - she might’ve fallen. But she’d try to respond as she straightened up, still hunched, a hand over her stomach; her other hand tightened into a fist and shot forward to deliver a sluggish right-handed punch to Karina’s midsection, just below the breasts.

[Ghost]

While Karla had managed to bring Karina up against the corner, to keep her there was a whole different story. It was a clever reply from Karla but it was quickly answered by something else, something that wasn't vocally but rather a knee that would dig into Karla's proud core, aiming to breach it like a battering ram's final hit against the castle gates before soldiers could storm inside. There was no mercy, no pause with Karina's strength and it was fueled by the vengeance of that cheap bite that had cut off most of Karina's rewarding head scissor hold, yet it was only going to get worse for Karla from now on.

It gave her some time to readjust herself for another attack yet she had a hunch that this arrogant opponent would not stay still for too long, despite Karina's power being quite fierce to rival and overcome even the top fighters of many federations. Karla answered with the same brutish reply before Karina could capitalize on her momentum, getting that fist right into her body, the blow enough to make those breasts bounce lightly from the impact below and forcing air to leave Karina's lungs, coughing out a few times as it forced her back against the corner and behave for the time being.

[Monsy]

Five fingers curled up, the tips of nails buried themselves into her palm and clenched, so the knuckles blushed and stabbed into the soft swath abroad a sheet of almost solid steel. Her shoulder threw itself into the strike; Karla leaned forward and released a quick breath, and it landed clean with her knuckles that pounded its ounce of flesh. Pleasure rivered its way up into her brain and back down again. It was an electric shock that could revive her, perhaps even near death. Perhaps not. The two had now danced their pairs of strikes, to which Karla had carved her window. Now it was her turn to batter this castle.

She hunched and placed a hand on her stomach as it stung. Her other hand scooped behind Karina’s heel, lifted and hooked it over the middle rope. Once a lost smile, now re-birthed itself, twisted and cunning, yet tunnel-visioned as she only stared at the exposed thigh. Her wobbly feet bumbled her back as her two hands combed through her dishevelled hair - towards the ring’s heart, where she re-balanced. After three deep breaths and a stomp, she ran full-speed, jumped, brought up her knees and thrust both feet towards Karina’s inner thigh...

[Ghost]

Despite the trading of blows, it was clear that despite the close combat the two were having, one of them was in a worse position than the other and that was Karina. She was still stuck against the corner, now allowed to move away from it thanks to Karla staying close and making sure Karina was left breathless after an attempt of Karina doing the same to Karla, which had similar results but not enough to force the red head away from her, which turned back against Karina and now it was time to Karina to take more pain than she wanted to take.

First came those hands to her foot, forcing it further up and over the middle ropes, trapping Karina against the corner while she was catching her breath, yet soon enough Karla came back with a vengeance and would come in for the dropkick straight towards Karina's inner thigh, forcing a cry to escape Karina's mouth and almost making her turn instantly weak as she brought her hands up to the top ropes to prevent herself from falling, though it was damn hard with her thigh throbbing in pain, tensing up and clenching her teeth together as Karla struck her mark accurately!

[Monsy]

One might call this a Reinhardt-perfect dropkick.
Too bad her feet weren't bare to feel the wobble of muscle and skin, throttle beneath her feet, nor hear the clap to garner even the whiff of empathy for them. There's no disgrace in hope, no? Even if just a taste.
She landed on her back, still inflamed by that rage; she rolled up her knees against her chest, her hips in pursuit, and she exploded back to her feet with a kick-up. A deep inhale rivered into her nose, eyes shut, and that smile lifted into a grin. She took a second to comb back her hair and another third to watch them writhe, hang, and lull in their pain. "Ah, it seems you have a pleasant voice, after all. I can just eat you up, now." She said with her arms crossed.

There was something she had in mind. Already, she chuckled with a heavy breath as she walked forward. Her knee lifted, boot aimed and thrust toward Karina's inner-thigh, to deliver on that struck zone. It stayed there as her hand reached, sought to cup their chin; fingers clawed into the flesh like talons. "Anything witty to say, little behemoth?" She said, wound up her hand and swung a slap at their cheek. "Or should I stick with Beast? Could say dog too, that's my staple.."

[Ghost]

The blow was effective enough to keep Karina trapped against the corner, flinching and dealing with the new pain that was rushing within her inner thigh while she sought to straightened up and pull her leg from the ropes, knowing that Karla would only get a better lead from this if Karina lingered to long in this spot!

It didn't came all too quickly from Karina's side, with Karla back onto her feet and once again slamming her boot to her inner thigh, more precisely the reddened spot she had hit earlier! It was clear that she wanted to make sure that Karina wasn't spearing or charging into her like an angered bull, effectively taking away one of Karina's favorite techniques to squash her opponents with and soon she could feel those fingers dig into her chin, causing her to give Karla a little glare before a slap across her cheek followed.

This off course made her growl yet she needed to untangle herself first, one again attempting to work through the pain and raise that leg from the ropes, only to bring her hands forward to try and grasp Karla by the head, wanting to pull her close and turn her body to force her into a side headlock to keep her close!

[Monsy]

Tame a monster’s power by taking out its base.

Karina’s legs are always top priority. If not for petty revenge for that head scissors, then to keep herself from a second spear that tore her in two. The aftermath still kept her guts in knots. There was almost this delay between her upper-body and lower-body, where they each had to consult her abdomen, budget every minute, twist and flex to get something done. That dropkick didn’t feel good either. What gave a lick of ecstasy was stepping up to this woman, planting a boot on their leg, cupping their cheek and delivering one fine slap. That glare they gave was delicious and replied with a smirk. “D’aaw. You’re adorable like that! So angry and growl-ly like a frustrated puppy.”

She cackled, reared back another hand, readied to throw an encore until Karina snatched her. Those fingers curled by her hair and took her skull, reminded of the behemoth’s strength as her outside foot whipped around so fast her hips and feet almost lost track. Her cheek wedged against Karina’s flank, against her chest. The warmth turned her cheeks into hot pink, and she, too, returned the growl. She didn’t even need to hunch over much.

Her hands came up, hooked Karina’s forearm and tugged down, also yanked as her hips shot back and tried to pull her head out. She pressed on the back of Karina’s knee, an effort to force their kneel and torque back to pray for freedom once more! Karla would take their wrist if she could succeed, then duck underneath, twisting the wrist for an arm wringer!