Karina Rine Vs. Karla Reinhardt

[Ghost]

It was clear that between the two of them, Karina was going to be the one ragdolling her opponent the moment she had her eyes on Karla, a rather malicious glare within the woman's eyes as she neared Karla, ready to once again take her opponent into a new hold to start testing that flexibility and to really put Karla on display for the crowd to both enjoy and maybe even feel sorry for. Course, the only one that would find no pity but enjoyment in it all would be Karina, who could already hear Karla's screams within her ears!

Unfortunately she couldn't really get that future locked in as Karla came back into action and surprised Karina, grasping her wrist and got Karina on top, just not in the way Karina herself wanted to as she was locked in quite the choke, flinching one eye closed as her overly long hair was used to guide her right up against that foot, twisting and quickly jerking her body to the side as she was locked in quite the unique yet effective hold, one that Karina didn't really have an answer for at the moment!

[Monsy]

There wasn’t anyone who she’d let walk over her. The insolence and disrespect but putting her in that hold. Anger and humiliation are like fuel upon the fire. Strength for the choke that sunk into Karina’s windpipe, shin to Karina's throat and hands to their hair. This restored some winded laughter as Karla came to life. The jerks didn't upset the hold. Wherever Karina went, so did the self-proclaimed Main Event! She’d toss shoulder-to-shoulder, smirking, chuckling and sticking her tongue out. “A little stuck, Hundchen?” She said, then bellowed a deeper and more exaggerated laugh. Then she’d throw onto her one shoulder as Karina whipped them to one side, yet the hold remained. “What’s wrong? Someone forget how to escape a submission? You’re like a little girl when trapped!” Karla’s confidence swelled as she released one hand from their hair and began to slap them across the cheek. Long stretched out swings with her tricep against the canvas, then delivered a payload for insult. No. For vengeance for all the eyeliner that was spilled.

[Ghost]

Karina was trapped, that much was certain as Karla began to regain the situation she had lost, while Karina's air supply was running lower and lower, with the lack of oxygen her strength was fading too while Karla was getting back in her element to taunt her, even going around to slap her across the cheek to redden those along with increasing sensitivity!

She began to clench her teeth together, one hand still pulling on that leg while her other hand would clench into a tight fist, narrowing her eyes as she aimed to do what she was good at, mainly sending a few vicious punches straight to Karla's side, trying to urge her to release Karina in the form of increased pain, which made it feel like Karina was still pretty damn strong despite the choke that was slowly starting to mess with her head, making her feel light headed yet still able to strike at a target that was close enough!

[Monsy]

She’d bleed their lungs dry. Her teeth grit as the hold prolonged. Yet she smiled and slapped them square on the cheek, as though it avenged her spine for the misery Karina caused. All that eyeliner she spilled. And poor lipstick. Yet when she thought this Beast was tamed, their fists flew into her side. The impact vibrated whatever fat laid over like a rock dropping into a pond. “NNGH!” And another. Karla’s back arched more and her eyes closed. She shook her head. The third made her yelp and the hold released. Both hands piled on her side, and she turned onto the opposite hip. “Gh…”

She postured onto her knees and a hand, then a boot came down, and she retook her feet. Her side was reddened when she moved her hand, which reached to grab Karina by the hair if she hadn’t stood yet, then twist. “When this match is done… I’m doing to parade you on your hands and knees!” She issued an open-palm slap. “Like a DOG!”

[Ghost]

Even with Karina's frontal might, she couldn't stop Karla from outright choking her to the point of where she would pass out! Fortunately for Karina though, her fists were excellent negotiators. For the promise of Karina being released, they would stop introducing the burning against to Karla's sides and it was a deal that was quickly accepted, no one would take such punishment willingly inside the ring after all. She was released, dropping down between Karla's legs and taking huge gasps of fresh air to resupply her lungs, though she could tell that the redhead would not just let Karina recover.

She was the first one getting up while Karina was soothing the burning pain within her throat. The moments of peace did not last long as Karla was on her feet and was quick to grasp Karina's hair to force her up as well, mostly to get her face from the canvas and up in the open for another open palm slap to Karina's already reddened face, which had gained that color both due to the choking and the previous slapping. Karla was getting her free time to work over Karina for a bit longer while the brute was trying to recover that air for her needy lungs and to lessen the pain within her throat.

[Monsy]

The fists crest themselves a memory that isn't easily forgotten. Every flinch, twist, lean, inhale and exhale required more and more effort as it inflamed. Bare knuckles of bone, delivered with the force of a car crash, couldn't stir up Karla's guts even more. Even with her slaps, the yell of her taunt, it could only mask how she wanted to lay down. Rest. But pain is such a daring motivator.

“I love…” She sucked in a breath. “being me!” And let it out with a chuckle. This was all the power she wanted from other wrestlers. Out of Karina. To break her down into a ragdoll. And her throat seemed like the gateway to that haven.

So she retreated, using the hair-grip as a leash to tug Karina towards the ropes and try to put their throat over the bottom rope, then take their hair and grab the top rope with it, piling on her second hand. She stabbed her heel betwixt their shoulder blades, then stood on it, betting all her weight on that posture. This wasn’t everything, though, as Karla pulled up on the top rope while simultaneously flexing her legs straight to double the pressure of her choke and yank on that lovely, overly long hair!

[Ghost]

There was satisfaction no doubt for even the crowd to see the smaller, lighter Karla getting the better of Karina through an effective counter. Karina had managed to brute force herself out of it, but it was not enough to actually make her opponent fully retreat and leave her alone. No, Karina was not out of the woods yet and soon enough the woman made sure to let her presence known by grasping Karina by the hair, once again she forced Karina towards a direction she didn't want to, forced towards the bottom ropes where the next attack was all too clear, yet Karina's head was not in the clear by the least!

She was brought of it, her warm throat resting upon it before the girl decided to start choking Karina once more, this time by use of the rope rather than her legs, closing one eye tightly as she made sure that Karina wasn't going to get away this easily, her hair used as a leash to keep pulling on while at the same time the woman pushed down on her, another choke that would take Karina's air away that she was still barely gaining after breaking free, but now Karla had a much better angle to choke her in and Karina's arms could not reach her opponent!

[Monsy]

There wasn’t a powerful enough synonym for the surge of control she felt. All that size and muscle didn’t matter to an abused throat and tugged, leash-like raven-emerald hair tugged the other way. This was how you wrestle. “Had enough?” Her voice cackled, and she looked outward, sticking her tongue out to the fans who relished the image. It wasn’t long after that Karla stepped off and walked to their feet, bending over to clutch their boot, then throw out her back while trying to drag them away from the ropes. “Alright…” Her breath sucked in…

She took to their side, reeled back a foot, and toe-bash kicked their side. “Roll over!” She commanded, stomping that same boot back onto the canvas like a bratty child. The boot came back to push on the kicked spot and wedge them if she could onto their back. If successful, it left Karla standing over them, one foot at either hip, with her shadow enveloping them before she straddled the Behemoth’s stomach, reached out and planted her hands on their shoulders. She was panting, with heir flipped to mainly one side, down one shoulder and draping over a breast, then onto her opponent. This was Karla’s first pin attempt, and the referee would be sure to make the count!

[Ghost]

The choke lasted until the point where Karina was about to pass out from the lack of air. She was dangerously close.. But at the last few moments of reaching that line of passing out, Karla would stop pushing down and relinquished the choke, allowing Karina to once again breathe but at this stage that was the only thing she could do after all that!

She found her feet grasped and used to pull her from those ropes, more to the center of the ring where she had no ropes to grab nor a position that she could use to get back up onto her feet safely. A swift kick to the side made her roll onto her back, breathing loudly for renewed air into her starving lungs to cool them down in the process, in exchange though Karla had plenty of time and room to do whatever she wanted.

She chose to go for the pin, straddling Karina's reddened abs and pinning her shoulders down. It wasn't long until the referee came over to start the count and right now, there was nothing Karina could do about it as the first count came with a loud smack to the canvas, and after a brief pause the second one came as well. Even if Karina had the strength, with her head throbbing, her throat burning and her focus mostly gone, there was no stopping the third count even if she wanted to, she just needed that breather to get back into the fight afterwards and Karla had done enough to secure the first fall.

[Monsy]

There wasn’t any doubt in her mind this wasn’t how things would end.
Postured on their stomach. Hands-on their shoulders. A wicked grin on her face and her tongue lulling out once the three-count came. She sat up, lifted her hands and made fists to flex her wealthy biceps. “Poor Hundchen. It must be so embarassing to lose the first fall. Don’t worry, the second will be finished soon enough.” And finished off with a laugh as she stood, still one foot at either side. One knee lifted and she sought to stomp on their abdomen, just once, then fluff up her hair with two hands, turn around and head for a corner. The referee got between them, and Karla stepped on the middle turnbuckle, standing and cupping her ear. They replied with boos. Karla blew a kiss to someone in the front row, wetting a cherry lipstick mark on her hand, then turning it into a middle finger. She formed another in her opposite hands, pointed them both at her lip’s corners then brandished a wide toothy-grin, tilting her head and looking out to the sea of filth, reigning as its monarch.