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

[xalex]

Sandra would slowly push herself upwards to her hands and knees. She would look over to her opponent who was trying to do the same. Sandra would grind her teeth as she would whipe some blood of her face. Dman how much she wanted to hurt that little bitch!

The American fighter got back up to her feet and would stumble around for a moment, but she was heading towards the ropes and was picking up more and more speed. When she finally got her body under her control she would jump into the steel ropes and bounce back out. She would shoot back towards her opponent picking up even more speed. She would rush over to her opponent and when she was close enough she would throw her leg upwards and tried to smash her foot right into the face of Karla with a big boot trying to turn the tables and hurt that bitch. After that kick Sandra would stumble forward ad fall into the ropes breathing heavily.

[Monsy]

Karla was steadily propping herself up. Time was not kind to her, but she would be forced to take it slow. Because every time she tried to look straight, her version swirled and saw double. It felt like her head weighed twenty more pounds.. "Ngh..." She hardly noticed Sandra already stumble onto her feet, as Karla placed two hands on one knee and panted. One... Two... You're ok, you're ok. She told herself.

In one single push, she managed to get her second foot beneath her, and she immediately stumbled backwards while her disoriented gaze fell upon Sandra's charging boot. There was no time for a decent reaction, Karla would bare the entire momentum on her jaw. It sounded like steel slapping wet flesh, as her brain felt like it rattled against its shell. She hit the mat with even greater ferocity, her light weight meant her shoulders crashed first, then her hips doubled backwards and Karla rolled onto her stomach - effectively being flipped backwards by the strike.

She laid motionless for the time being, one arm caught underneath her, while the other was thrown above her head. Her velvet hair was splayed like a web, and her cheek was pressed to the mat with a winced gaze casted towards the crowd. But as moments pass, Karla would show signs of consciousness.. Her fingers curled, balling into fists as one pushed into the mat, trying to raise her face off the canvas.

[xalex]

Sandra would look down to her opponent with a smile on her face. Oh yeah it felt great looking down onto a bitch like her and seeing her in pain. The American woman was about to lift her opponent off the ground when she realized how Karla was trying to move. The german fighter still got some fire in her and was trying to rise up on her own terms pressing her fist into the mat. Sandra wasn´t approving of that. She would lift her boot upwards into the air and would stomp down onto the back of her opponent with all her might. She would aim to stomp onto the spin of her opponent. She would not stop after one stomp instead Sandra would strat to growl angrily and stomp down over and over, even starting to jump up and down while stomping down. She would try to turn the back fo her opponent into a painful mess. Nothing was too bad for that bitch!

[Monsy]

It felt like a cold daze, ran purely on her body’s instinct to get back up. She could barely even see straight after the fall which racked her lightweight frame. But giving into pain, is something she fervently sucked at; however, a boot came to challenge this theory, thrusting into her back like it were a steam-powered piston. Karla fell to her elbows, her cheek pushed into the warm mat as she hissed out in anger, giving a yell as to spite her opponent’s effort, and a brazen show of her resilience. But as one stomp came, a barrage waited around the corner - stamping her spine and making it arch further into the mat until almost all but her hips were pressed flat against the mat.

“... MMMPh! MmmGUh! STOP.. I dema-.” She had bit her lip fiercely to keep herself from screaming, or showing any signs of significant pain. Yet upon every repetition, it chipped away at the corroding stone wall of defiance, where air shot against the walls of her mouth, set free by a choked scream. Breathless and swamped with pain, her spine felt a pinching fire cursed by Sandra’s heels; where the only exit lay beneath the bottom rope to slip to ringside. The only obstacle was reaching it.. And her body having been winded and still stunned by debilitating pain could only outreach a hand, trying to grab the ropes and pull herself forward.

[xalex]

Sandra was so focused on stomping down that she wasn´t really seeing how her opponent was reaching for the ropes. Sandra would still not stop and would keep stomping down onto her opponent over and over again. But suddenly the boy below her was moving away and rolling to the side.
Sandra would stare in disbelieve as her opponent was running away like a coward. The red haired woman would lean forwards trying to grab a hold on her opponent and pull her back again. But before Sandra could reach her, Karla was already gone. The red haired woman would slowly stand up and grind her teeth in anger. “what is wrong coward? Can´t take a beating?”

[Monsy]

Biting back the pain to make her escape, the pummeling issued by Sandra ceased once Karla fell out of the ring. Her back slapped at ringside, a small thud echoed as Karla gasped. The pain in her back was tantalizing like her muscles screamed their strife and begged for no more, a throbbing ache soon settled as bruises were sure to form beneath the latex suit. Her eyes first fell on the crowd, egged on by the carnage that had unfolded upon her, then to her opponent who called out to her. The insult which became the proverbial knife, one she could not stand without a response. Marshalling her strength, she slowly reclaimed her footing a hand on her back while the other pointed at Sandra.

“Are you too scared to fight me out here, American?!” She scowled.

Acting on her instincts, her words were followed up with an attempt to grab hold of Sandra’s ankles, placing her foot against the ring’s edge as leverage as she pulled to hopefully get Sandra off balance.

“I’ll just punish you from here!"

If successful, Karla would release one of Sandra’s legs, hooking the other as she’d slam her elbow into the kneecap, then a second time, and finally, a third elbow to the other’s knee.

[xalex]

Sandra would feel how her opponent was grabbing her leg and and puling at it. The red haired woman would look down in anger and stare at her foe for a moment. “fuck off!” would she scream down angrily as she would get ready to stomp onto her foe. But Karla was pulling at her leg in such a fashion that Sandra almost lost her balance and dropped down. The American brawler needed to back off her opponent for a moment as she would lean backwards into the ropes, holding on to the top rope with one hand. Then suddenly she would see how karla was shoot upwards. The elbow of the german fighter smashed into her knee and forced Sandra to cry out in pain loudly. She would collapse down to the floor and pull her leg upwards to her chest, clutching her now hurting knee.  

[Monsy]

The dash of cunning seemed to pay off well here. But a splash of luck also graced her when Sandra lost her balance, punishing such a mistake with an elbow strike. And now with her prior daze fully washing away, she felt renewed and reinvigorated, looking to the crowd then pointing to the top turnbuckle with a finger gun. She climbed up the apron and walked along ringside, scaling the turnbuckle with an uneasy climb as her body teetered and almost threatened to fall. But if Sandra remained stunned on the floor, Karla would eventually fasten her feet to the top, seated back on her haunches before straightening up.

“Hah...Hah... Here goes…” She took in a deep breath, holding it then letting it out slowly.

Then she’d leap, folding a leg inward and dipping it down in hopes to send it crashing against the American’s head.

[xalex]

Sandra was still stumbling around for a few moments when she suddenly saw something shocking. She would see karla standing on the top rope and would suddenly launch herself flying towards Sandra. The red haired woman would stare for a moment before she could act in any way.
She would duck down under the incoming attack of her opponent and step forwards trying to grab the opponent midair. Sandra try to grab her opponent before she could build any momentum and take her down. Instead Sandra tried to warp her arms around the midsection tighly and hold karla up high. While roaring out loudly Sandra tried to squash the body of her opponent between her muscular arms and her chest in a bearhug. She would compress her opponent with all her might trying to snap her into two and break her. The head of Sarah would rest up against the flank of karla, right under her armpit.
 

[Monsy]

Everything seemed to go her way, so why not this? Karla lived on the rush, feeling every moment grow more weightless as she was carried by instinct — exhaustion and care thrown to the wind of reckless abandon. But it was that bit her once her attack fumbled completely. As a consequence, she was locked between much stronger hands coiled around her body, suspending her feet which kicked helplessly. Her face had gone white as she looked to the sky, belching a scream as the squeeze wrenched her spine, deflating all the air in her chest.

〝 Let .. Me! G-Go..— 〞She threw her head side to side, kicks continued as Sandra roared. As her latex-covered body pressed into Sandra’s, abs to abs, their breast’s mushrooming against the other pair, Karla’s back arched more and more to her opponent’s hold. But as time flung by with Karla’s arm now draping over Sandra’s head, the struggle started to fade. Her arms soon fell limp, her head craned back till they faced the lights with only one eye barely open. And her clenched like grinding metal, drooling out one corner as breathing became a shallow battle. It seemed like Karla was falling victim to the overwhelming, totally helpless without an answer in sight!