Ichika Rei vs Karla "Ray" Reinhardt - NHB

[Monsy]

Delivering a perfect cannonball, she transitioned onto her feet with a backroll. Now, standing tall and narrow with her chest puffed out, she raised her hands, making a Y. Looming closer to Ichika, stalking her like prey as she leaned forward, the corners of her mouth tugging into a grin.

“Not so tough, now, are you, Hundchen? You really, think…”

One foot raised and attempted to stomp Ichika in the back, “You could beat…” Two more kicks, each one harder than the last, her grin fell into a frown, huffing like a bull as her eyes filled with immeasurable anger that culminated in her foot, grinding that spine with three heel twists. After a much-delayed pause, she reached forward and grabbed the ropes with two hands. Executing a leap, she springboarded off the middle-rope while holding the ropes. Her hips flew above her head, her legs tucked in. With her descent, she let out a yell, just as she released the ropes to drive both knees into Ichika’s back.

“ME?!”

[Violet]

Ichika was stunned, as the woman she had just beaten for much of the fight, came back with a move that knocked her right off of her dominating streak. Ichika’s whole body throbbed in pain, betraying her as she tried to get out of that corner post as fast as she could. She crumpled into a ball like a piece of paper not so far from the corner, with her arms clasped around her stomach as she writhed in pain.

For the common onlookers, the turnaround of events happened in a minute, but for her it was just a second, a moment her world turned upside down as Karla’s body crashed onto her, taking the wind out of her. ”GAHHHH”, Ichika groaned as she felt Karla stomped her back. Ichika’s body twitched at each hit as she let out a whimper louder than the last. Her nails scratched the mat in frustration before her hands clenched to a fist as Karla grind the heels of her boots on her hurt back. Ichika’s groan and whimpers then turned to a full out scream of agony as she felt Karla’s knees on her back with force. Her face shooting upwards facing the ceilings, her eyes closed shut as she screamed out her protest.

Ichika would then groggily try to roll towards the apron of the ring to then fall on her wobbling legs at ringside, trying to get away from Karla as far as possible. The crowd eerily silent as they witnessed the tables turning right as they just started getting behind the rookie for overpowering a haughty mean girl like Karla. That silence is soon interrupted by Ichika’s fans chanting her to get up as she pulls the ring apron to support her as her back still sting with pain, the crowd then getting behind the chant as it gets louder as she starts to rise.

[Monsy]

Like fine-dining, Ichika’s screams served her perfectly. Feet like a spear-tip, jabbing at the back in pokes with only malice elevating the force. That’s how she executed her moves. And with Ichika now being on the receiving end, she planned to make herself fully aware of the consequences of her prior actions, to dare even attempt a pin. But that also filled her with glee—competition, coupled with thrill. So with Ichika worming her way to ringside, Karla stood, hands clutching the top-rope, stalking her with a grin. She couldn’t blame her. She would’ve done the same thing earlier if she had the chance.

Swinging her legs between the middle and top rope, she weaved her body through and joined Ichika at ringside. Disregarding the audience in her adversary corner, she balled up her white-knuckled fist, revved up her arm and threw a hook primed for Ichika’s jaw, pulling back her shoulder and whipping it into the strike. Karla’s front would bump Ichika’s, finished with a rage-filled yell that added to her strike’s delivery if it landed. Then, she’d capitalize on this set-up by grabbing Ichika’s diamond-coloured hair, digging her fingers into her skull to make sure she didn’t fall and followed her lead like a puppy.

“I’d like to introduce you to my special treatment... For people, just like you.”

She led them to the ring post, the corner with no steps; there stood a tall black pole of tempered steel. Should Ichika be obedient in their travel, Karla would let her go by the ring apron, about three inches away from the ring post. Backing up, her grin grew wider, glancing towards the crowd who saw the inevitable future, the look in her eyes bearing ill-intent. Once her hand slid across the barricade, angling herself on Ichika’s left flank, she’d charge into a sprint, dialling in on her opponent, executing a leap, her feet tucked in, then shot forward like a cannon. A dropkick aimed for Ichika’s shoulder, which would send her crashing into the ring post if all went according to plan.

[Violet]

Ichika knows she’s not done yet, she has to be. This is her match to win, she thought. Underdogs always win, not the heelish evil ones. So she has to get out of that corner real fast. Ichika reeled back, seeking refuge outside the ring to breathe and to get back up, she rolled over towards there not even hesitating. All of the sickening moves she saw happen there in TV didn’t even cross her mind….she just wanted an out. A minute to pick herself up to fight, but as it turned out, this is a minute her opponent doesn’t want to give.

As soon as she stood up, Karla’s curvaceous body came crashing down right in front of her like some loom of death, a warrior looking for revenge with a yell, a battle cry. Ichika wasn’t even able to pull her arms out to defend as she was knocked back by a hook. She would have tripped over if Karla didn’t grab her hair to keep her up. But in the few minutes she has known her, that isn’t a good thing, it spells an impending doom.

She grimaced as she was then dragged to the apron, painfully. She thought Karla was gonna roll her back in as she felt her body slumping on the apron instantly for support as she found it hard to stand. Her face down on the mat inches away from the ringpost with her body still on ringside. She couldn't have been more wrong though as she felt Karla dropkick connect to her shoulder. Her whole body was thrown off by the impact. Her head hitting the cold steel corner post with a loud thunk. Her body then collapsed below like some house of cards.

Ichika let out a series of whimpers and low grunts as she started to hear ringing noises. Her eyes half closed staring at nothing but the hard floors. She still tried to crawl away as she looks for time...just at least a little bit, although it’s more like she’s just dragging her body with her in her groggy state.

[Monsy]

Momentum had thoroughly shifted. Had bets been placed on this rookie’s snappy victory all but squandered, facing down an adversary who appeared out for blood. A good show, she’ll admit, but Ichika wasn’t about to show up all her hard work, the time, blood and sweat she’s put into fighting! And having landed on her side, Karla sprouted back to her footing with no difficulty, turning to the crowd where she grinned, meeting a wall of fans who gave her the thumbs down.

“Why don’t you help her, then you pandering lowlives?!” She yelled, followed by a laugh as she refocused on the match at hand, walking over to Ichika, who crawled slower than a sloth, akin to a dying crawl, really.

“My, my, my… Your head must hurt after that, huh?”

Karla placed two feet on either side of Ichika’s hips, standing over her with hands resting on her own sides. A sigh, followed by Karla bending over to clutch Ichika’s hair, finding purchase with a singular hand. The other arm went towards arresting Ichika’s arm, trying to take her wrist and put it behind her back. If done, Karla would back up with both grips, wrenching on Ichika’s arm to force a stance while yanking on that hair. Her curvaceous body would meet Ichika’s own from behind, like a gentle kiss where their attires meshed in unity, red and blue, unintentionally pushing her breasts into her opponent’s back as she went onto her tippy-toes, supplementing the height difference so Karla can whisper something in their ear.
“Close your eyes…” She whispered.

Should she remain in control, Karla would wrench that arm again, followed by a forward push to try and force Ichika to bend over. Standing at her side, she’d lead her forward like a dog on a leash, breaking into a small jog as they’d go towards the ring steps. With a final shove, Karla would try to send Ichika running face-first into a solid wall of padded steel, letting her go in the final moments.

[Violet]

Ichika crawled, groggy but still a crawl. She tried to raise herself to all fours but no, her knees wobbled every time she tried to lift them. She managed to lift her arms though which helped her crawl a little bit faster, although it made her look like a disabled person dragging her paralyzed lower body. Her mouth opened as she tried her best to breathe, drool freely falling down her lips as she’s still dazed by the hit.

Ichika’s face went pale as she felt Karla pick her up by her hair. She whimpered as she felt Karla tug her arm behind her, painfully wrenching it. Her body shuddering as she felt Karla’s tight outfit rub against hers. Ichika leaned on to her opponent for support as she can’t keep herself up properly yet, plus her tugged arm compromises her position making her arch her back.

Ichika tried to fight back as she stepped on Karla’s foot to try to make her release her and would also try to bring her head backwards to hit Karla’s face but missed as Karla’s beside her ear already. Those words felt like daggers to her as she then felt Karla lead her to the steel ladders, She tried to squirm but as she neared her fate, her struggle turned to desperation as she would scream her disapproval.

”Noooo!! Gurghhh!!”, Ichika let out a small groan as her head snapped backward after it hit the steel steps before silence took her. Her body crumpled to the floor, seemingly out already if not for the low grunts and groans that’s coming from her as she felt her head getting heavy as well as her limbs, feeling that her body is betraying her as she's trying to fight back.

[Monsy]

It is a beautiful marriage between steel and bone, cracking together to elicit a bubble of joy within Karla’s heart. Giving rise to a grin, Karla walked over with a slow step, hands knitted behind her back, grabbing the middle and pointer finger as her legs swayed with a dramatic swing. Leaning over Ichika’s incapacitated frame, stomping both feet at the sides of her waist, cinching her sides with her legs with escape rendered hopeless. Then she leaned down, nice and gradual, gripping Ichika’s ocean azure hair to jerk her neck backwards, forcing her to look towards her worried fans.

“Look, Hundchen. They’re waiting for you to get up. Take the fight to me and get that one, two, three. You still want to win, right? So stand up then! Get up!”
Coupled with her words, Karla winded up her arm and threw a slap at Ichika’s cheek, followed by a second. Time with the words ‘Stand then’ and ‘Get up,’ this harsh form of encouragement bore some merit. As much as she loved to beat someone down, she wanted a fight. To struggle - earn that fall with a sense of pride.

Applying her second hand in their hair, Karla wrenched Ichika back to her feet, knotting the locks of her hair between her digits, positioning her head abaft her opponent’s - shoving them towards the apron. Satisfied with their dealings outside, she hunched by their side, positioning her shoulder under Ichika’s hip, then standing to lift her feet off the ground, throwing her hips onto the apron. Issuing a shove, Karla squatted, lifting the flap of cloth and letting it rest on her forearm. Investigating the ring’s undercarriage, she reached into the darkness, and her palm met the edge of something solid. Knocking on it, the firm sound of wood barked back, making that grin go ear-to-ear. Clasping its edge, she pulled and backstepped, revealing to the crowd a solid rectangle of dark brown, the metal legs skidding along the floor as she heaved it onto its side. Wedging her palms under its scrawny metal frame, she hoisted it to the apron, putting it face down on the canvas and shoving it under the ropes.

Executing a powerful leap, her heels found the canvas and stood upright, grabbing the top rope, shoving the table in further with her feet, before joining her comrade in agony between these beautiful ropes.

[Violet]

She sat on her legs beside the stairs that she slammed for a moment as if looking at what took her before falling face first to the cold floor. Ichika desperately tried to not close her eyes, but her eyelids are heavy and warm. She would squeak as Karla would lift her hair up. She never liked expecting the worst. She would stare at the worried crowd, with her eyes half closed with tears forming at the corners, her mouth hanging open as her chest heaved at each painful breath. It looked like she’s spent but still fighting to stay up. She’s not over yet, that’s what she and everyone at the crowd are assuring to themselves. Ichika would whimper at each slap as she wakes up more. Ichika replied with nothing but a glare with a flame inside her much stronger than before, her eyes have no intent of hiding it.

Ichika would brace herself as she thought Karla had something bad planned for her again only to be pushed back to the ring. She wasted no time as she would try to stand up again. Her arms shook as she planted it down the mat trying to push herself up. Then she planted her foot, one at a time, losing balance once in a while. By the time she stood right up, the crowd cheered, although she’s still swaying side to side.

She has a plan, a devious plan that if worked would give her a much needed time to make a comeback. She would take steps back, feigning fear when Karla stood on the apron. Feering her ego and luring her in. It wasn’t that much hard to act it as she was certainly afraid about what Karla would do with that table. Then, as soon as Karla would slip between the ropes, she would try to run back towards her with intent. She would leap up at the last moment and drive her legs straight towards Karla between the top and middle rope trying to hit Karla with a dropkick to bring her back to ringside. Ichika would then try to raise her arms up to grab the top ropes as she slid too so she wouldn’t fall and join Karla outside the ring as she’s in no way of fighting her just yet in her state. She would try to slide back in and rest in a corner.

[Monsy]

An unwavering control, the indomitable Karla had only one pillar left to complete this contest - enjoyment. Introducing a table into the match, while not a bat, or something more threatening than a wooden rectangle, the ideas were innumerable. Having disposed of her opponent into the ring like an unwanted waste, Karla took her sweet time retrieving the table and climbing into the ring. Dressed in a smile, one leg weaved in between the ropes, standing upright with her upper half on the outside, surveying the itching crowd who awaited Ichika’s comeback. She blew a kiss, flipping the bird as she laughed. Once finished with her unnecessary theatrics, Karla turned around and looked towards the mat, where she thought to find Ichika. Nothing but canvas, jolting her alarm as her head lifted, noticing Ichika’s running assault too late, having only the time to extend her arm, a feeble attempt to stop two feet from ramming into her obliques. Her body twisted, forming almost a C-shape as her feet left the ring apron. Her hair swung, launching a solid three feet before crashing onto the ringside padding back-first, backrolling, then stopping at the barricade where it bent under the lightweight momentum. Spit flung as the air was beaten out of her, leaving a grating rasp in her throat as she made a silent scream. She tipped over onto her side, her contorted face meshing against the floor as her back arched, kicking her feet to distract herself from the throbbing pain which induced a sense of nausea, with only one hand to nurse the feeling.

[Violet]

Ichika was more determined than before. This match is rightfully hers she thought for just being cheated on early in the match. In a show of courage or just plain stubbornness, Ichika would run back to the culprit of her pain and suffering right now. Having Karla getting too confident was certainly a help as she had her back turned towards her when she sprung towards her. Her boots already have Karla’s body marked as their target.

Ichika needing the much needed rest decided to leave her lightweight opponent sprawled over at ringside. She would rest...sort of.. As she would waste no time and prepare the table, laying it out diagonally a few feet away from the ring post.

Ichika would then walk over back to the center of the ring to taunt Karla into getting inside. ”Look Hund..Hundch...Girl. Get up! Get inside the ring and fight me!! .unless you want to go away hund...hundch,,Girl!”, Ichika tried to rearrange what she heard from Karla earlier hoping that it would be enough for her to climb back up. Her shoulders still tensed, with her mouth half opened as she labored breaths as she's still hurt from the ringside beatdown she just endured