Lets slug it out! Karla “Ray” Reinhardt (D) vs Sandra Taylor

[xalex]

Sandra wouldn´t really realize what her opponent was telling her. Instead she would just feel her hair being grabbed an pulled up… her head would follow right away and she would be able to see her opponent standing in front of her. This small bitch got a sadistic smile on her face, seems like she was enjoying to torment the American lot. Slowly but surely the American was pulled up to her feet, before being shoved into the corner. Sandra´s back would hit the turnbuckles hard and force her to growl…
She would hang in the corner her vision a little bit blurry from all the heavy punches she took to the head… suddenly she would feel the ring mats shaking under her feet someone was running over the floor. Without knowing what was actually going on, Sandra was struke super hard. Something hit her abs with so much force that the whole ring would shake and she was forced to bend forwards, crying out in pain. Sandra would lean over the shoulder of her opponent coughing loudly, collapsing onto the back of Karla. Her abs were crushed and turned to mush…

[Monsy]

She dropped to a knee, breathing heavily through her nose like an enraged bull. Pain stung her shoulder after hitting a wall of flesh so hard, they practically bent in two! However... This feeling only suited to flare her adrenaline that skyrocketed after hitting the Gutter. There seemed no stop to this lightweight freight train, who continued to batter an opponent bigger than her.

With Sandra slouched over, Karla would close arms around her opponent's waist, her eyes shutting for a moment as she began to push. She tried to stand with Sandra, channeling all of her strength into her legs with bedeviled grunts. Eventually, this would prove successful, and Karla would begin stumbling backwards with Sandra hoisted over shoulder. If they could reach the centre of the ring, Karla's hands would slide down to try and grab Sandra by the ankles.

Then in a move that would certainly defy her weight-class, she tried to yank Sandra's ankles back, whilst slamming Sandra back-first into the canvas!

[xalex]

Sandra would lean over the body of her opponent when she would suddenly hear some loud and angry breathing. She felt like she was in a rodeo with an very angry bull. Suddenyl she would feel the power of the bull when the woman with the big weight disadvantage would suddenly lift her up from the floor. Sandra would be shocked that Karla got this power, this raw strength in her. The American woman would lose all contact to the floor and was carried around by her opponent.
The crowed roard in approval s the small woman shoved off her power and carried Sandra like a bag of wet clothes… When the woman was getting to the center of the ring she would perform a Alabama slam and throw her opponent down to the floor hard. Sandra would be hitting the ringmat back first and would scream out in shock and pain. The ringmats shook and when they stopped Sandra was laying there in the center of the ring, with her arms and legs spread out not moving.

[Monsy]

She landed on her knees and elbows, her forehead slacked with the shine of sweat; letting out long-laboured breaths. That last move really gassed the last bit of her adrenaline, so much that it put strain in her thighs, arms, back. She had to even take a long ten seconds to get the wind to move again, her eyes glued to the mat with her velvet tresses draping done like a curtain. Then her gaze suddenly snapped up, her bangs flicking back as she eyed the audience with the exact venom she did her opponent.

Slowly, she shifted herself to a knee, looking down at her splayed out adversary. Then she tried to throw herself over Sandra's chest, fitting for her spent-state as she tried to hook one of Sandra's legs. And the ref would immediately get down on his knees, raising a hand that was about to slap the mat should this pin hold true. Could this surprise slam be what she needed?

[xalex]

Sandra would only start to slowly wake up as a weight was placed on her chest. She would feel something grabbing her leg and pulling it upwards, but the thoughs in her head were to foggy to really grasp what was going on.
Meanwhile the referee would drop down onto the mat and look if Sandra´s shoulders were down… when she was sure they were she started the count. “1…” would the referee scream and the crowed ecco loudly. These sounds would come into the ears of Sandra and the fog started to lift. “2…” would hit her like a lighting flash and she would be realizing that she was about to lose the match.
Against the begging of her body she took all her strength and threw her arm upwards into the air trying to break out of this cover so she could fight on and break that bitches neck!

[Monsy]

"American muscle, huh?" She laughed dryly through a series of low pants, taunting Sandra while she had her leg hooked. Hearing the ref count was the best thing of the entire match, seeing the fruits of her efforts come to bear in these dreaded three seconds. But... It didn't happen. At the last possible moments when Karla's hopes were at their highest, Sandra kicked out... This bastard girl really kicked out.

Karla propped herself on hands and knees, looming over the American's downed who just refused to quit. "I'll be..." She muttered, "You /must/ really enjoy being a toy to those larger than you." And now, Karla begun to heave herself up to a knee, trying to grab a fistful of Sandra's hair to start pulling her up to a standing position. "I can indulge that."

If Karla was successful in getting Sandra up to a standing position, the small German woman tried to Irish whip the other towards the ropes.

[xalex]

Sandra would barley understand what the other woman said about now. Instead she would just grind her teeth in anger. She would break that bitches neck… she going to kill her for sure.
Suddenly Sandra was feeling how her opponent was grabbing her hair and was pulling her back up. This might have been a great chance but sadnra wasn´t able to grasp it. She felt weak and limp right now. Her opponent had an easy game with her and could simply grab her arm and pull at it. Sandra would follow along like a little puppy and was suddenly thrown away. The red haired woman would fall into the ropes before bouncing out of them and stumbling towards Karla once again.

[Monsy]

What could stop Karla now? Nothing. She had manhandled her opponent for a good while now, laying blow after blow, viciously into the next maneuver. And now was to be no different. She would brutalize them as much as they can, and brand their long-term memory with Karla’s foot on their neck. Having prepped Sandra with that Irish whip, Karla turned and went in the other direction for some much needed momentum.

An almost twisted grin was seen as her back met the ropes and she came barreling back like a cannon. And thus, when Sandra came stumbling back and Karla had built up her great speed, she ... continued past her; opting to run against the ropes one more time, flanking Sandra as she tried to drop kick them in their back. The intent to use their staggered balance to send them toppling over the ropes. Hopefully, that was the result, but a match is always bound to turn.

[xalex]

Sandra would be stumbling through the ring a little bit seeing her opponet rushing towards her. She would grind her teeth and tried to gain enough control over her body back to do something. She would speed up as much as she could and tried to jump right at the passing Karla, throwing herself at her with all her weight and mass. Sandra would try to smash her arm across the chest of her opponent for a heavy larian and hope that the momentum that the other woman build up was enough to take her down, hopefully stopping her.

[Monsy]

Everything seemed to be going Karla’s way at this stage of the fight. It was uncontested domination for a good while now and she was reveling in her opponent’s pain. For the audience who had to watch this hardcore bout, they would wonder if anything could stop this small slugger.

But, that was then… And Karla was introduced to the now when an arm caught her chest, the wall of strength annihilated her momentum in less than a second. Karla went down hard with her back slapping the mat like a drum, her head getting a case of whiplash as she let out a groan with a wince. “G-GAh!!” And her hips which folded up towards her head now rolled out, her legs falling to the mat like limp weights.

She would only be still for about a moment before she tried to fight through the slight daze spelled on her. Slowly, she attempted to get her feet beneath her with one hand pushing on the mat, her other gripping her own head to manage the pain.