Egos and Opportunites; Triple Threat Qualifier, Rose Gold vs. Karla Reinhardt vs. Karina Rine

[Monsy]

So it was…
A tango of punches from the gate. Karla never hesitated to be a bull when needed, not that choice was a luxury. Defeating them in detail was all she could think of, and she chewed through one with one strike. Karina now had her undivided fisticuff-attention and gave her all, yet, it was almost like she didn’t research whom she fought. They ate her fist like lunch. Perhaps it stung her fist more than her jaw, but this was a trade she’d accept. And love. If only for that knee…

The cocktail of pain twisted her guts up in knots. It was like living with a hole in her belly, ribbons for muscle, tangled, pulled tight and strained until they turned white. She whimpered, shoved her chin on the canvas, perched her hips up as she scooted the knees and swallowed a hard breath. “Geeh…” It was wretched to release. Her stomach tried to stop it, and nausea set its vice-grip, now scraping the middle of her throat. She shoved a hand down by her head, needled her fingers through the hair and pushed with one hand. Karina was not far behind. Their march was a tremor; movements loud, reckless, but a freight train was one nonetheless…

Instinct whipped her body into a roll. Karina’s elbow drop would eat nothing but canvas, and Karla shot out her next breath, bit her tongue, stomped her boot onto the mat and popped back to her feet, still one arm over her stomach. If Karina went down, Karla would be well-positioned for a running start; with one foot drawn back, she exploded and let out a battle cry. “HAAAAAAH!” Her right foot took its last step, forward, and her left geared back, then swung to punt-kick at their head. Could their mighty skull withstand a Reinhardt blunt?

[SuckerPunch]

Rose Gold delicately touched the cheek that Karla had struck. Her perfect alabaster skin tinged pink in a mural of the red head's knuckles.

"How dare you!" She growled quietly as one hand clasped the apron. Her fingers dug into the canvas as she used it to pull herself back up. To hatefully peer at the two women still In the ring. They'd taken to fighting each other. Easily dismissing and forgetting about the lightweight champion. Her other fist balled. Unforgivable.

With feline grace, she scampered onto the apron towards the ropes. Karla, the uncouth woman that had struck her was charging. And Karina was down. A clever woman would have let Karla's soccer kick follow through. With any luck, the larger woman would need to be stretchered out after the brutal attack!

But Rose Gold wasn't clever right now. She was angry!

In two steps she scaled the ropes! And immediately vaulted off of them! She flew towards Karla to intercept her as she charged Karina! She rotated in the air, a slow-turning backflip reminiscent of a moonsault... She'd never make the full rotation! And she never meant to!

"SORYA!~"

Her right knee would lash out as she neared her target! Striking out at Karla's forehead with her knee the way a footballer executes a bicycle kick!

Rose Gold was reentering the match with one of her signature attacks. A moonsault knee-strike known as the Crown of Gold.

[Monsy]

A monarch; she inspired to be. A crown of gold bone is what she wore. The connection was like the snap of a twig. It stopped her momentum; her legs lost all muscle. They could’ve been slabs of hollow fat with how they rattled. She whimpered; her vision plunged into some ripply depths as she swayed forward. Motion sickness sunk its jaws in, and as her knees collapsed to the canvas, she fell back and planted the mat with her back. Her arms threw up and stretched above like idle wights, folded by her head. Both eyes partially rolled back, her mouth open, drooled, tongue rolled on her bottom lip, her chest heavy, hearing became echoes through a tunnel and her vision a murky mire. A feathering weightlessness rose. She could fly, or rather, not move an inch, except twitch those splayed fingers and make drunken groans.

[SuckerPunch]

The crack of bone on bone was like a thunderclap. It was loud enough to drown out Rose Gold's scream as she sacrificed her knee to turn her red-headed opponent into a statement!

Both women crumpled to the canvas. Rose Gold was left clutching her knee and rolling back and forth with her face twisted into a mask of agony! Sacrificing one's body was a hallmark of the high-flying lightweight division. And for once, Rose Gold might have actually done something to make them proud. All it cost her was some suffering.

And that immediately melted away as she caught sight of Karla's pretty face hollow and lightless. She bit her lip, and without another second's hesitation, like a serpent, slithered atop her! She took hold of one of her luscious legs and pulled it up until her thigh touched her belly and her knee tucked under her breasts.

"1!" The ref dutifully counted! The wheelman for Rose Gold's robbery!

[Ghost]

Now that things had suddenly turned around, she was not going to just let Karla get away without a good elbow to the body, which could help with setting more riskier holds this early in the match! However, she did not manage to strike her target, flinching as she elbowed the canvas instead and Karla managed to retreat and regroup for another offensive of her own! Karina managed to get to her knees when Karla was close and into striking range.. Only for that third opponent to arrive and save the day! Well, kind off but at the very least it stopped Karla's attack before it could reach Karina's head.

She watched the scene unfold though the danger was quickly arriving within her head when the woman began to pin Karla properly and go for the pinfall. While she was somewhat grateful of Rose's save, it was not going to be something that will let the woman just look away and let Rose get the win this early! She would just have to find a different opportunity to save Rose or help her later in the match, for now she would suddenly move up and forward, this time aiming to close the distance once more but instead of going for that elbow drop, she would aim to stomp her boot right down upon Rose in an attempt to break that pin! She didn't really want to target her, but a pin must first be broken before she could go back to attacking Karla!

[SuckerPunch]

"2!" The second count came at precisely the same time as Karina's boot struck Rose Gold right in the ribs!

"Nghh!" It drew a grunt from the petite wrestler and shook her from her perch atop Karla! She rolled to the side, quickly ascending to her feet. Furious! Her eyes were narrowed and her fists were balled! The nerve!

She was barely on her knees when she started to bark! "How dare you!" She growled! "I'll tear you-" She paused as she got to her feet and found her eyes slowly climbing the monolith that was Karina. Eye level was just barely at the woman's breasts. And it took another moment or two for her to finally finish craning her head up to meet Karina's face.

"-Apart." She finished with notably less enthusiasm.

[Ghost]

Off course, there could have been a sudden transition to one of her wild spears while the woman was rolling away and taking the time to get up, a perfect victim perhaps before she would focus upon the arrogant woman after all.. Yet there was a debt to be paid, so while Rose was gathering herself back up onto her feet and found the words to confront Karina, she was not met from further hostilities from the overly long haired fighter.

" ..Consider us even. Can't let you end a match soon before this brat got more pain. " With that, she brought that boot down, aiming to drop it down hard upon Karla to make sure the woman wasn't going to get up or going anywhere until it was met with Karina's approval, or perhaps with Rose interfering by attacking Karina. Either way, her eyes were upon the woman who was actually on her feet and not on the red haired fighter that was still reeling from the numerous punishing blows.

Karina had more in mind, yet she needed to make sure Rose kept her distance, or at the very least change her full focus on the girl until she would behave long enough for Karina to become riskier and really bend Karla in two. She just had to stay on guard now and pick her fights carefully. Even with Karla on the ground, she pretty much put herself in the spotlight by changing diplomacy and making both girls her enemy.

[SuckerPunch]

Rose Gold paused beneath the monolithic figure that was Karina. Her aggression was frozen in time as she weighed her options. Her escapes. She braced herself for an attack. And it never came. Instead, what occurred was a declaration of intent. She wanted to hurt the redhead.

"The enemy of my enemy." With confidence in her safety, her bravado returned! "Shall we then?"

And as Karina brought a boot to Karla, another one came just after. Rose Gold joined the long-haired barbarianess in a syncopated series of stomps! The heel of her gold and black boot digging into the meat of Karina's heavy breasts! Violent, vicious kicks. If she could disable one opponent then her odds of winning would increase dramatically.

It would also leave her alone with the heavyweight... But one problem at a time! For now, she was eagerly indulging in tenderizing Karla's torso!

[Ghost]

The time to strike at a downed opponent was usually the right call, though when it wasn't a 1 vs 1, an eye always needed to be out for the second opponent. She was curious to see if Rose would follow suit, to accept an olive branch after forcing Rose to break the pin just to add more punishment to Karla. She adjusted her boot upon Karla, giving another firm stomp to bring a new dose of pain to her fallen opponent before her full attention went to Rose.

The girl came close and soon joined in striking Karla and burying her into the canvas. She couldn't really let her guard down but right now any sounds and agony she could inflict on Karla would have to be worth it. Thus after a few seconds of simply spectating, she would lift her own boot and aim to send a few fierce stomps right down to Karla's stomach, aiming to keep that air out of her lungs before rearing her foot back and kicking Karla right in the side.

[Monsy]

The headache set on quicker than the bruise. All her joints popped, bones bereft, and her muscles turned to fat. Her upper shoulders are first to kiss, then her head and the rest of the corpsed-redhead. She’d shuffle around, fighting a war to open her rusted-shut eyelids. That mouth twisted but was ajar, and she managed a single blink to witness the weight on her chest. It didn’t feel like anything. Everything was warm, but there was a tiny pinch when Rose hooked her leg. That muscled-putty thigh pushed over abdominals that flexed and fluttered with each heavy breath, her mushroomed breasts touching her kneecap. The boot was parallel to the roof, the other leg flat, pulling her shorts to the limit. One came down, then two, and Karla only managed to buckle her fists before that kick broke it. She sighed out sharply, a shoulder rolled up, then fell back down, and those hands grabbed handfuls of her hair, knuckles kneading over that wounded swath of scalp.

What they said was muffled by a heavy downpour of ringing, and she didn’t feel the stomp across her body in a particular area; just this new pain, where she felt each nook of the print on their boot like a blunt knife. She coughed, knees brought up, and one stomped. “Kleiner Hundchens…” Her voice creaked, then the assault began. Rose’s feet hammered her breasts, pushed into her chest. Overwhelming numbness, swollen aches and full-body throbs swarmed her. She groaned with each trounce, then escalated into cries as Karina’s boots scrambled her abs into mush. Her lungs felt like they could pop, and the nausea was just as powerful. Spit flung from her mouth as her upper half flinched up; her arms reached to shield over her body like a brace, beaten back down by Rose, then met a second stomp, and her eyes grew wet. “STOOOOP!” That kick to her side squeezed out a squeal, and she now turned on that side to protect it, hands now full of her hair, an elbow on the canvas, and soon two as she fell on her stomach.

Her forehead buried into the mat; her heart rate spiked, breathing rapid, and she was starting to shiver. She wanted to get on her hands and knees, shuffle up those legs, prop on her hands and crawl. Whether she couldn’t even mount her limbs or turn over was up to the two women who feasted on her with their boots.