Karla "Ray" Reinhardt vs Clara Gaster - Red vs Yellow!

[Vc0m]

Karla dragged herself like she was on fire as Clara pulled and twisted her trapped leg, screaming and demanding of Clara to release the hold:
"Where did your superiority complex go?", Clara giggled, keeping her grasp on the hold on, hoping to hurt her rival's limb enough to make it hard for her to use it for the duration of the match!

[Monsy]

Laughing at her likes was an unforgivable act. Pain was another thing. It cut deep and the fear of damage beyond this match now sunk in like cockroaches. She needed to stamp each one, and did so with clenched teeth, a closed eye and deep hissing against her mouth. Her nose curled with the last huff. “Right…” Karla peered over-shoulder at them, turning to one side. She tried to yank her foot closer to the body, pulling Clara closer where her second foot could form a spear that thrusted straight for their chest, in hopes to break this hold!

[Vc0m]

Clara would twist and torque at her rival's leg as she tried to run away from the pain...before sending an evil gaze to Clara, as she folded her leg...and shot it straight for Clara's chest!

"MGHH!!!"

Clara released her rival's leg, hissing in pain as she rubbed a sore spot on her chest, with Karla rising back up to her feet, the match effectively back in neutral position between the two women...

[Monsy]

Both legs slapped the mat and Karla was on her side. She pushed with one hand, turned on her stomach and onto all fours. That can not happen again. But it could’ve been worse. Just have to get up and puff that chest… They’re beneath you… They’re hundchens. They can not control or best you… Yeah… So she rose, first on her good foot, then up on the other turning to them where she raised half-folded arms, ready to grapple. When she took the first step forward, Karla’s back knee dipped and she yelped. The pain inside her ankle flared like a swelling. She closed one eye and hissed. “You little..”

Those hands tightened into fists and she lugged a straight, aimed for their chin. She needed time right now. Time to recoup her stance, to daze them after that brief humiliation. But whether hit or miss, the Reinahrdt would be sent into a short stumble from her imbalance, having thrown her weight into the strike.

[Vc0m]

Karla definitely had difficulty in standing up straight, shooting a mean gaze at Clara from one eye, while cringing in pain...before rushing straight at her with balled fists in wild rage!

Clara barely dodged the punch from Karla, as it barely managed to reach the edge of her chin, before Clara came forward towards the disbalanced Karla, trying to ram her own fist into her rival's stomach as a counter!

[Monsy]

Rage carried a powerful payload at the sacrifice for one’s own well-being. Karla felt that barrel straight into her chest, wrinkle her abs and force a lurch out of the Reinhardt. “PUGH.” Her eyes grew wide, and she spat. But she wasn’t stunned into silence. Her body was tempered to punches. She’d be damned if one made her an open target. So she swung upward, swinging her fist with an uppercut motion as she straightened, and sought to pound their chin.

[Vc0m]

Karla took the punch like a champ, absorbing the blow as she launched her fist for Clara’s chin once more, this time hitting true as she nailed the Brit with an uppercut!

”AUUUGH!!!”

The punch floored her, as the Brit sat on her rear, the world spinning in her eyes!

[Monsy]

The pedestal was retained, and Karla stood on the golden throne of her own hubris. She folded an arm up, cupped her hand, tapping the knuckles used to knock them on their ass. Karla’s head shook, pursing her lips with a small chuckle to boot. “Next time, hundchen. Don’t challenge a former boxer to a game of fists.” And now she leaned over, reached to clutch their ankle and tuck it beneath her armpit. “It’s fine, though. I like my opponents dumb.” Another lick of self-satisfying chuckles eased as she swung a leg over, trying to step-over and turn them onto their stomach. If she can, then she’d toss herself back into a bridge, executing a bridging single-leg crab with Karla’s head by her opponent’s - one of Karla’s most potent submissions she so rightfully dubs, the Billion Dollar Crab!

[Vc0m]

Clara would be fully dazed as Karla addressed her and grabbed her leg, turning her over on her stomach as she bent her leg and spine, to the point where she bridged, making an O with her's and Clara's body, trapping her in a Single Leg Boston Crab!

"AAAAH!!!"

The hold woke the Brit right up, pressing herself upwards to alleviate the pain to little success, trying to push herself to escape the hold! She started to drag herself forward. Hand outstretched she desperately tried to feel for the rope as she was still seeing double, trying to get a rope break to force Karla to break the hold!

[Monsy]

The grip was ironclad. Her holding was indisputable. And the submission; all too perfectly executed. It was an annoyance they didn’t tap immediately. Karla’s brow could itch if she weren’t smiling, soon erupting into a sick laughter. Being in a bridge meant she had front row seats to their agony, and this rich girl was damned well sure she would get her money’s worth. “What’s the matter? Are you in paaaaaain? Hahahahahaha. GIVE UP!” Karla shouted, trying to jerk the hold. It grew more desperate. “GIVE UP HUNDCHEN!” And further they went. She wanted to lunge out and bite their arm, but then she realised she possessed a second arm, one she threw over to shadow theirs, reach for the wrist, clutch…

“Rope break!” The ref called, “NO.” Karla barked in defiance, continuing to wrench on her hold.

1! 2! But as the count let on, Karla slid her knee underneath her, adjusting to take her stance once again while still holding the limb. 3! 4! “JUST BREAK!” She lifted the limb over her head, then whipped it down, aiming to smash Clara’s knee into the canvas and release before the count of five.