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

[Devastated]

There was tension in the air. Despite the near deathly silence from the crowd, there was simply this tense atmosphere as the referee raised her arm up. Everyone was waiting to find out what the verdict was, what the result of this match would be. For the Paladin, noble and just to defeat the vile villainess. That was what they were all holding their breath for. That was why you could practically feel the static electricity in the air.

The second count slapped down on the canvas and there seemed to be no stirring at all from Karla Ray Reinhardt. Trinette pressed her weight down a bit more on Karla, trying to practically fold Karla up in half permanently from the looks of it.

As the hand went up for the third time, many thought it was done....though the high-pitched snarl of the zombie like figure of Karla broke the silence. The crowd began to shout and yell! Gasping and crying out....though the power of Karla allowed her to jerk to the side and break the count just as the hand of the referee came down towards the canvas. The poor zebra clad woman had to throw herself to the side and landed on her shoulder in a rough manner as not to slap the canvas for a third time.

Trinette was jerked up to her feet and stumbled back a step. Letting out an annoyed huff as she looked down at Karla, face-down against the canvas. "Okay then, Karla Reinhardt. Have it your way..." Trinette spoke out softly, under her breath. She would walk towards the downed Karla and attempt to take a seat on her back, practically placing her rear against Karla's own. She reached forward and grabbed at Karla's shoulders as she would try and pull those arms of the redhead up and lift her upper body of the mat. Looking to bring those arms up and over her knees as she sought to trap them there. Next the hands of Trinette reached out to grab at Karla's chin as she sought to cup it and then start to lean backwards, looking to wrench her redheaded foe into a tight Camel Clutch submission.

[Monsy]

What a lucky move. It was just sheer pity that she allowed herself to be held down in any manner. Yes, the enormous amount of incompetence was counterweighted by the Reinhardt generosity. And thankfully, with the referee rightfully taking her place not striking the mat the third time, Karla knew they must have had at least common sense to know how this would end. Unlike this blue-haired Hundchen.

Despite such a gracious gift given moments before, with Karla on her stomach, their uninvited seating squeezed the air from her lungs like a juiced fruit. “Keggghhhhh…” She was face-down, her impeccable features smothered in the canvas for the masses to simply bask in the paladin’s monstrousness! Then she was dragged off, her dizziness laid bare. Her flicking eyelids were now drunk up and cheered as the crowd knew what was happening. The Reinhardt’s indomitable arms wrapped over heinous knees, and her chin besieged by filthy palms to be bent back, forcing a short scream from the Reinhardt! Her maw was gaping as she drooled at the corners. Her abs stretched into a smooth belly, and her back, wrinkled by muscle definition, now bunched up more. “Gaaaaggghhhh!! Let me, go! Hundchen!!” She screamed, just as her feet began to kick and her eyes started to wet.

[Devastated]

Trinette moved her weight down on top of Karla and with it the blue haired face wrestler brought the arms of Karla up over her her knees and then cupped that chin, locking in her camel clutch hold on the redhead. She felt Karla's well toned body get pulled up and bent in her hold, as she slid her rear down a bit along that back until she was practically seated right on Karla's own rear. She pushed her weight down on that spot and began to bend Karla's body as far back as she could.

The crowd seemed to enjoy this sight of Karla's body, her chest and abs being put on display for them as Trinette stretched that belly out until it was looking practically smooth. The referee dropped down besides them and would start to ask Karla if she wanted to submit.

Though the insults of the redhead continued, Trinette wasn't phased by them. "Keep up with the insults Karla. It's about all you can muster, tu blaireaux. " Trinette spoke back to her foe.

[Monsy]

“Gegggghh… kh… hhh…” The Reinhardt was being stretched, but one can say choked too. A growing pinch in her neck, her windpipe stretched until it felt like it was ripping. Her abs could tear and her back could fold. Heart rate grew louder. Thumping as seconds drizzled on. She didn’t consider tapping— but was agonizing, whimpering with shut eyes as the hold grew more violent. “T-Tsk…. Ghh..” Karla’s hand stretched out, urging more to the edges of their seats.

“Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!” The crowd chanted. And with the referee’s added inquiry, and Karla’s maiden tear dripping down her cheek, and the drool now a constant stream of Karla’s now corpsing body — it could be near! Then that arm swung violently forward, trying to unhook itself from Trinette’s knee — easier now that she’d been wrenched so far. It was placed over their hand, where she gripped the thumb and yanked on it, trying to dislodge — but not to remove, towards her mouth, where Karla’s sopping jaws snapped to take the digit into her mouth and bite down! Her forearm reeled up over her face, especially across the mouth to hide this! Even if it only worked a few seconds, it was all she needed!

[Devastated]

The crowd was getting into it to say the least. The loud chants of the audience could be heard echoing through out the arena, telling Karla to tap! There was no way that Karla couldn't hear it, Trinette for a moment did feel sorry for her. Though that feeling was quickly replaced with a sense of righteousness and purpose! To defeat this vile woman who had the whole crowd turned against her. Oh, she could understand why! She hadn't know Karla for more than an hour, of total time together and she wanted Karla to suffer defeat like no other.

Karla however didn't seem to want to tap out! Instead she fought! A sudden burst of power brought one of her arms off of Trinette's knee, which caused the blue haired wrestler to click her tongue! She'd try and lean back a bit more and pull on that chin, trying to stretch out Karla's neck and bend that back even more as if she was trying to have the redhead's chest point skywards.

Then that arm came up and wrapped around her own head, the head of Karla turned and then those pearly white teeth bit down into Trinette's arms! "Gaaaah!!" The bluenette gasped out in pain! The sudden sensation traveling up her arm as the piercing pain caused her to shriek and desperately try and pull her arm away from Karla. Using her legs to push upwards and away, releasing the Reinhardt and stumbling backwards as she'd hug her arm towards her body! Giving Karla a good few feet of distance.

"Merde!..." she cursed out as she would rub her arm, trying to ease the pain. The referee would move in to check on the Paladin, trying to see what happened as she hadn't been able to catch sight of Karla's heinous act of cheating.

[Monsy]

This submission was nothing more than a flea bite. An elite, no, paramount athlete like herself can easily handle being stretched. It was just the damn crowd nagging in her ear that she wasn’t out of this yet. Hundchen voices, like barking puppies that needed a quick punt to know their place, now roused together to create an engine of ear-raking and disorienting garble. Thankfully, a Reinhardt’s power was above that. She not only gained respite with her freed arm, which although bent into almost a C-shape, had made her grip onto Trinette and sunk her teeth into bare flesh, just as she done with a similarly annoying Tiki Lowell. Freedom at last.

Karla fell like a heap of wet laundry. She was flat, stretched out and face-down. A knee slid up. She hissed, closing her eyes, steadying herself. There was still knives in her back between the discs - moving aggravating each one, as though she would shatter her spine just to move. Still, with her lifted leg, she fished into her boot’s thigh high at the back, and pinned underneath the attire were her trusted brass knuckles, kneading her fingers through the gaps.

Now she slid her elbows underneath her chest, knees underneath the waist, then pushing up onto all fours. Her shoulders dipped and twitched like cracking an ancient mould that kept her in place. The pain scribed on her face was hidden only by a curtain of blood red hair. “Ghh…” One grand push and she nose to her knee, a foot stomped forward, both hands piled on and she looked out with incandescent fury, raz0r-slit eyes and a rabid wolf’s mouth of bared teeth, snarling and twitching upper-lip. The opposite eye flickered as she pressed on her knee and stood up, tipping up her chin as she looked around and approached the pair, brass knuckles bared. And given the referee’s back was against the Reinhardt, placed between them, Karla took to a small dash and jumped, lifting both knees and thrusting her conglomerated feet between the official’s shoulder-blades, sending them into the Paladin!

[Devastated]

Trinette's hand stung like something fierce. She should have expected such underhanded tactics from this woman, of all people she had met so far...Karla had been able to earn such ire from Trinette, that she could scant remember a person whom she wanted to smack in the face as much as Karla. She was currently being looked over by the referee, who had decided to check on the rather oblivious bite mark. Along with very small dots of red emerging from the teeth marks of Karla's canine teeth.

As the referee was busy tending to her though, the eyes of Trinette widened as the ref's frame was rocketed right her own! Smacking together and shoving Trinette against the ropes, flattening against her and releasing a yelp from the bluenette! She grunted as the referee bounced off of her and she did the same off of the ropes! Dropping onto her side as she would groan out...

Anger was certainly building up more and more, as Karla's antics were beginning to infuriate her to no end. Clicking her tongue, the Paladin would try and slowly push her way back up to her knees.

[Monsy]

It was all too easy.
The limits of the simple-minded individuals, the uninnovative and tardiness. Hundchen morals and due process are things that she wasn’t bound to. She was above all of that. So when she sent the referee into her opponent, every ounce felt deserved. This woman needed to be punished.

Karla found boos after the collision. She stood above them both, first looking down, then around, self-righteous in her smile. “It’s about time I reduce you to a helpless little girl.” Her tongue swiped over her top lip, watching them push up, slowly. She hurled her leg towards their stomach, hoping to stop any rise. Then she bent over, scooped up an ankle and tried to open up their legs. One glance at the referee’s state was the green light ever needed as she lifted her boot and started hammering her boot sole away at Trinette’s crotch. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.

Spoiler

[Devastated]

Gritting her teeth, Trinette was trying to force her way back up towards her feet again. Yet as she was trying to rise, Karla made a move! After more of the redhead's cocky attitude, the German threw a kick straight into the belly of the rising Trinette, just as she reached her hands and knees. She was thrown right onto her back, coughing out as she wrapped her arms around her midsection. She twisted and turned to the side and back as she looked to recover from the sudden kick!

Her recovery would have to wait though, as Karla took a hold of her right ankle and spread her legs apart! Only for the viscous assault from K.R.R to commence! An intense but numbing pain suddenly burst into her groin area as Karla stomped onto her crotch! Over and over she hammered her boot down and smashed it down against the bluenette's crotch! "Gaaah!" Trinette gasped and cried out, her face turning slightly red from embarrassment and then painful sensation of having her womanhood stomped at!

[Monsy]

Now THIS was wonderful. No more did she have to deal with that stoicism and narcissistic look on their dog face. Karla felt free to shape this woman however she wanted, now with the protection of the official having been undone. Stomp after stomp brought a chuckling glee, watching their face tint, the cries and the tossing and turning. Reap what you sow, paladin.

“No stoic comeback?” Stomp! “No French lick from the petite chienne?” One more for the road.

She slammed the leg down and walked to their head. “Let's take a walk.” Instead of clawing the scalp, she reached and grabbed a ponytail of Trinette’s sapphire blue hair, and began to yank. No, it wasn’t intended to bring her to her feet, but to drag and torque them around as Karla walked back. She swung her leg every few steps, an effort to scrape her boot sole over their cheek and push their face around. No referee could cut this short. That was the best part.