Karla Ray Reinhardt vs ??????

[Monsy]

Watch the mask.
Psh.
Karla replied simply, and shortly, “I am!” And came taunting with a laugh and another tug on the mask’s eye sockets. She always thought about this. The luchadora - - masked fiends. Always hiding under something highly reproducible. Someone else can take it, become it, and that in of itself didn’t make sense to the Reinhardt. But she was aware of the pride… And asked herself with this hold: would they tap out to protect it?

Sharp pain suddenly ticketed into the back of her head. It forced a lurch, a hiss, and she replied sharply with an elbow of her own -- coming down on the top of their head! “Enough of that!” Then, Karla would slide down their body while keeping the leg trap. Her torso now crossed diagonally over their back, by their waist. She grabbed Swan’s elbowing arm, and tried stretching it back, underneath Karla’s opposite arm pit, then reached across their mask to return to their mask’s eye-sockets! She cranked it back -- in what became a Rings of Saturn! Mask-pulling edition!

[ADarlingDucky]

Hissing in pain as Karla lay across her back and trapped her arm, Swan's back and neck were soon put to the test as her opponent hooked her fingers into the eyeholes of her mask, beginning to pull backwards on it to use her attire against her in this version of the crossface! Swan's mask was sturdy and not built where it would break from something like this, but that didn't make it any less angering to her that Karla was looking to go after her symbol of lucha pride, and so she quickly threw an elbow into the redhead's body! That, however, resulted in her opponent dropping the grip on her mask for a moment, only to grab Swan's free arm and pull it around her body, before re-applying her hooks in a rings of saturn on the masked woman!

"Nnnnnngh! Aaaaagh! Get off!" Swan howled, kicking her legs and twisting her arms within Karla's grasp, but her haughty opponent was holding her tight, and with both arms trapped, Swan had little recourse to be able to fight back, only able to twist her hips and shift her legs! With the hope that just her lower body would be enough to get her free, she twisted her hips and pushed her legs over to the side, working them closer and closer to the ropes before she hoped that she could stick a foot out and plant it on the bottom rope, and earn herself a rope break!

[Monsy]

Can you like, just tap already?
Would be her comment if she’d not been curious to see what Swan’s face was like. Karla Ray Reinhardt had done a lot this far. Ended one career, snubbed her fair amount of streaks, had one that stretched into double digits, and now… De-masking seemed like another jewel in this already massive crown. So, frankly, she was quite happy with them trying to fight it out. Because at any moment, she could hear a magical tear.

Until…
“Rope break!” The referee called.
And Karla couldn’t huff any louder. “Seriously?!”

The referee called for the break again, then started the five count. Karla would apply her hold to the maximum extent she could, trying and trying to inflict maximum suffering.

One!
Two!
Three!
Four!

To which… Karla separated reluctantly, then back-rolled away from Swan. When Karla quickly reached her feet, the official was getting in her face to grill her about the rules, and Karla was fixated on letting them know just how much she didn’t care. Swan had bought some time…

[ADarlingDucky]

Karla was getting nastier and nastier as the seconds ticked by, as she hooked her fingers into Swan's mask and used it to pull her backwards, even trapping Swan's free arm in a rings of saturn stretch as she worked over the masked woman, Swan hissing in pain as she did so! Still, the luchadora twisted and turned, eventually managing to work her body into such a position where she could stick a leg out and hook her foot onto the bottom rope, prompting the referee to step in and help her out! Of course, Karla didn't let go of the hold right away, continuing to wrench and pull for as long as she could, but when the count neared five, she'd finally unhand Swan, letting her flop to the mat with a grunt as she stood up!

"Uuuugh... ow..." Swan groaned, a hand moving to clutch her back as she lay on the mat, but after a few seconds of trying to ease the ache in her spine, she would instead move her hands up to her mask, making sure it stayed intact! Tough as it was, she did want to make sure it wasn't damaged, and once she had ensured that, she'd slowly begin pushing her way up back to her feet, seeing Karla arguing with the referee! Perhaps...

"Hey Karla!" Swan would shout as she attempted to both push herself up, and then completely off of her feet as she leaped at the redhead woman, attempting to grab hold of Karla's shoulders! If she did so, she'd suddenly wrench both of them back, Swan throwing her knees up into her foe's back and letting them slam into her as she hit the ground, aiming to leave Karla completely breathless after a nasty lungblower!

[Monsy]

A failed attempt, sure. But she didn’t lose too much.
Really, what was more grating for Karla than being unable to rip the mask, was the nagging voice pretending like it's some sort of enforceable authority. She had too much money, influence and skill to be treated this way. And she let the referee know it, shouting, “All it takes is one little phone call and I can make sure you never referee any pro wrestling match, ever. Do you understand?!” Karla put her finger on their windpipe. The soft part where the collar met the neck.

“You’re dirt.” She said with spit.

Then, Swan just had to speak.
Her eyes immediately rolled and she huffed. “Don’t Hey Karla me--! AHH?!”

Immediately after, Karla found herself teetered back way too fast with a weight on her upper-body. Once Swan hit the canvas, the shock hit her back. Her lungs emptied. Her ribs felt violated. She shot out a wad of spit, rebounding into sitting upright position before laying back down awkwardly, with her legs facing a different direction. Her arms were flat down by her sides, eyes flickering, jaw slack and her back arched, making faint gasps and coughs. Completely stunned.

[ADarlingDucky]

Karla was nasty, really nasty, and with each new low that she reached, the crowd and Swan both were shocked at the levels she'd stoop to! However, Swan couldn't be too worried about that, as with each new low, it meant more that she had to deal with, and she was busy enough trying to stay atop that! However, Karla might have made the complete wrong move when it came to turning her attention on the referee, stepping forwards to harass them and leaving Swan to recover her energy, enough so to finally strike back! And so when she leaped up and put her knees to Karla's back, the redhead had no counter ready when she came down, all the wind forced out of her body as Swan hit her with a lungblower!

Karla wheezed upon impact, slammed down before going limp, completely taken out for the time being by the move, which left Swan breathing heavily as well, still recovering from Karla's hold as she slowly sat up and caught her breath!

"I'll 'Hey Karla' you anytime I want..." Swan grunted, before she'd sit up and move quickly, knowing that she needed to take advantage of her opponent being so tired, and she was in need of some rest herself, even if she needed to occupy her foe! And so she would attempt to keep Karla breathless and let herself breathe, grabbing those red locks and pulling them between her thighs, as she crossed one of her legs over Karla's neck and cinched in a figure four headscissor, attempting to squeeze the life out of her as she tried to plan for what came next!

[Monsy]

Gyah! This was inconceivable and silly. Karla was BUSY one moment reprimanding a dalmatian-looking EMPLOYEE. A wage-y McDummkopf, then, the next moment, the ever insidious black knight of hooliganry, !Black Swan!, attacked her from behind! It left everyone's Main Event woman on the ground, down but most certainly never out! Her health bar was infinite, at ninety-nine percent, extended by red magic marker.

So, her current state? A temporary and voluntary rest period to process the audacity of this bitch. A 504 error that Swan was quickly to take advantage of, wrapping her head up in two thick thighs that threatened to pop the lipsticked lips right off KRR! "Guuughh... ahhgg..." And it made her throat gurgle to process it. A headache and headrush at once! Her hands came up and clawed it. Her eyes took different sizes, and she was frothing in spit leaking out the sides of her mouth. Her legs kicked and scraped, with one boot planted and the other reaching out, trying to find the ropes as Karla stared at the ceiling helplessly!

Surely, at any moment, the crowd will rally behind the superior wrestler into a righteous comeback and final victory at any moment!

[ADarlingDucky]

Karla had certainly turned this match around in the last few minutes, managing to brutally beat down Swan and take a solid lead, but now the masked woman had spotted an opportunity, and she had leaped on it in quite the literal fashion, as she jumped up on Karla's back! She gripped her foe's shoulders and brought her knees up, the redhead slamming down into Swan's impressively executed lungblower, the wind leaving her mouth in a cry of pain, and now the two women were once more on the canvas! Swan had acted fast afterwards as well, and now her legs were wrapped tightly around Karla's neck, a figure four headscissor that left her foe kicking her legs out in desperate hope of finding the ropes!

"What's wrong Karla, trouble breathing?" Swan said with a smirk, wrenching down even tighter on her headscissor, but she didn't wish to give the redheaded woman even a moment to rest. And to that end, she figured that she might as well test her flexibility!

"Here, I heard that raising your legs helps bring blood back to the brain!" Swan quipped, and with that, she'd lean forwards and attempt to snag one of Karla's legs, before wrenching it backwards, pulling her foot further and further back as she forced her opponent to bend nearly in half! Karla's other leg was left free to flop around, but the redhead was now being both choked and stretched, groin and leg likely on fire as Swan worked her over, not looking to let her go anytime soon!

[Monsy]

The choke left Karla begging for sips of oxygen.
Of course, she wasn’t just trapped. This was an assault on all things right and reinhardt. The two sacred Rs of the family motto that definitely wasn’t only made up by her in recent times. But it was one she believed in, truly. And with that belief, she felt more insulted by this prolonged struggle for a match that should've ended so very long ago. And, just when it seemed like she'd make a step to save herself and get this show back on track, her leg was grabbed. The one mere inches from the ropes. Shiesse!

But not just grabbed. But pulled and pulled until Karla’s hips were leaving the ground and her shorts started to ride into her crouch. “S-Ssssttttttttop. Riffffff…. Now!” Karla commanded with muffled and garbled fury, with dizzied eyes that started to look pretty vacant. She was squirming, sure, but what it just looked like a sad wind-up toy making predictable movements while tipped over on its side, struggling, but not achieving a thing. The crowd loved it!

Her groin began to feel pinched. As did her thigh, which burned. But, she would manage to use her free leg to nudge, then extend, attempting to get her foot on the ropes yet again.

[ADarlingDucky]

With her legs tightening around Karla's neck, Swan was growing a bit more confident now that she once more had the redhead under control, making sure that breathing was an arduous task for her as she continued to struggle against the masked woman! And as Swan managed to snag hold of one of Karla's legs, wrenching it backwards and folding her up in an uncomfortable fashion, letting her free leg flop about freely as her flexibility was tested in addition to her endurance, all as the fans cheered for her destruction! Swan was happy to provide, and as Karla hissed and tried to command her to stop, she only wrenched down harder, pulling more at the redhead's leg more, looking to make this trip to the ropes as nightmarish as possible!

"Sorry, what was that? I couldn't quite hear you!" What Swan did hear, however, was the referee letting her know the moment that Karla's free leg had gently managed to touch on the ropes! The luchadora gave a sigh, not wanting to relinquish such a dominant, and particularly humiliating, position, but she didn't much care to get DQ'd, and so she'd let go of Karla and roll away from the redhead!

"Alright, get up. You're not done over there, are ya?" Swan taunted from a distance, letting a winded Karla back up to her feet, planning how best to deal with the nasty redhead next to make sure that she'd stay down next time Swan got her!