Karina Rine Vs. Karla Reinhardt

[Ghost]

Perhaps Karina's arrogance was going to be in proper check now that her opponent got the first fall. She would have been the one who would have scored the first point had she not been cocky about it before and got off Karla before any official count or submission was given to verify it. Right now though, Karina was not in the mood to consider that thought and put the blame on herself. For now she was more focused on catching her breath, to resupply her lungs, to soothe the pain within her throat and vastly increase the strength that had left with the oxygen with a fearsome amount that would really make Karla regret teasing her.

As the woman got off her, though with a quick stomp she kept Karina on the floor for a bit longer as the woman would begin to taunt the crowd and got herself ready for another bout. She did however succeed in more than just scoring a pin.. She also succeeded in pissing Karina off to the point where being more violent was going to be the answer. The girl barely handled one of the early, less focused spears that was more aimed to bring her opponent to the floor and breathless rather than apply serious pain to that area.. That was going to be next thing on Karina's list.

After a few moments of just getting her act together, she would push herself back onto her feet, eyes refocused on the woman still playing with the crowd but made no move for a cheap attack. No, she wanted Karla ready and knowing the despair that she was going to be crushed through sheer power. She straightened up, rubbing the side of her neck and would use the other hand to rub her own face, getting some of the tears away and exchanged such weakness for a new fixated glare, one that foretold the apocalypse that was heading Karla's way soon.

She would remain defensive for now though, waiting for her opponent to get ready, show her arrogance and have it all come back to her tenfold in terms of pain and despair. Such ideas did brighten up Karina's mood.. Though it definitely fueled her anger in devastating her rather skilled opponent. Each second was a period of grace that gave Karina time to breathe properly and to reallocate that lost strength back into her arms and legs.

[Monsy]

This feeling of power was like drinking gold and diamonds.
It was her fuel to flex her biceps to the crowd, with her back still turned to Karina, much to Karla’s ignorance who basked in the jeers. While doubts didn’t exist in a Reinhardts head, she already assumed that this was over. She beat them once. Just what more did they have to give? This wasn’t a gain where a health bar resets, but to continue and lug that battered body after already succumbing. Karla felt no need to try any further, like prodding her finger at an object than using her entire fist. “Oh, she’s alive.” She said, looking over-shoulder, then jumping with a twist to land square on her soles. The referee was to check them both, and Karla rolled her shoulder with a hand on the top, grinning and pursing her lips to blow a kiss to them. “Not so monstrous after all, are you? Would you like to just lay down, now? Hahahaha, you look like beaten trash.”

Should they both give their nods, the second round would begin. Karla skipped a step, stomped, lurched over and tapped her thighs. “C’mon! C’mere little Hundchen. Lets see what you got left!” She turned her upper body to face the crowd on her flank, and cupped her mouth as though to hide her voice, but spoke even louder. “Nothing! That’s what! HAHAHAHA...”

[Ghost]

And that was the point where Karla will regret everything she had done and said. She taunted Karina further, an angered bull ready to strike as it was fueled by pure anger and adrenaline. She had raised back up, though began to crouch low again, as if she was ready to drop onto her knee but diehard fans of Karina knew what was about to happen and if Karla wasn't going to be paying attention, it was going to be some devastating damage that would be inflicted upon Karla and immediately turn the match upside-down in terms of advantages.

As the girl turned to once again show off that rather bratty and arrogant side, which was the final straw that broke the camel's back. Karina charged in, for once that usual grumpy face was fixated with the purpose of rage, deciding that if the woman wanted to expose her side this much, she would have no problem taking Karina's strongest attack after all. She went low and exposed her own shoulder, just to make her mark clear and what she aimed to do.. She planned to use her favorite, most powerful attack.. Which was Karina trying to spear Karla right in that side and to bring her down to the ground!

[Monsy]

Prod as she may. Karla’s sights were higher than heaven and she didn’t have any intentions of letting herself slip back down. Much of her body ached, especially in the few bits she did take. Rather, that was buried in what she just achieved. One fall that would’ve ended a normal bout. It was, by all means, all she needed to assume she could do it again. What more could they offer to deter whatever guile the Reinhardt concocted? Well, that was an answer she learned when she looked forward. She drove like a deer in headlights. Her eyes had time to dip, then… clap!

Her body folded over their shoulder. A mouthful of spit shot-out contorted lips; a scream carried as her lungs felt squeezed into raisins. Her abdominals contracted and spasmed on the spot, and her arms whipped forward, her legs kicking out from underneath Karina’s side. She flew into the canvas as though struck by a truck. The back of her head snapped against it, then her shoulders, her lower limbs flew over-head that Karla backrolled onto her stomach, turned again onto her knees, then sprawled onto her back into a corpse-pile of squashed arrogance. One arm rested across her chest, the other sprawled outward. Her legs were open, with one straight, the other jutted out almost waist-height. Hair swiped across her lifeless face, strands folded inside her gaping, soon drooling maw. Everything turned into this warm buzz of constant dull pain-ripples and exhaustion. She had neither the ability to mutter anything but a moan nor shift her body’s position. Not even a finger that laid open-palmed, stretched out like it wanted to grasp the bottom rope.

[Ghost]

Well now, this was going to be a rewarding comeback for Karina. She paid no expense with her strength and made sure to plow into Karla to the point where it might look like she wanted to keep a permanent cave into the girl's gut with the help of her shoulder. She would bring them both to the ground, remaining on top of the girl for a bit longer before she would begin to push herself back up onto her feet, taking the time to rub the side of her neck while her eyes fell to the fallen opponent she had introduced to a great dose of pain.

She had a few things in mind for Karla next and she wasn't going to allow the red head to just recover and lay there until things were good to go again. She would lean down to grasp the girl by the hair, pulling Karla back up onto her feet but with her back facing Karina. She would lower herself enough so she could pull Karla across her shoulders, going for something a bit more damaging to the back and go for the Torture Rack to really put Karla in display and make sure that any thoughts of thinking she was going to be given a breather was going to be thrown right out the window.

[Monsy]

Karla was a corpse. A dead-weight pile of red hair, sweaty skin and colourful attire, weighing in at one-hundred-and-thirty-eight pounds and standing five foot two inches. A doll inside Karina’s hands, limping up, her thighs rubbing together, her knees bent inward, ankles out. Her arms draped in front like sagging vines, and her expression was one a sadist could devour. Loopy, drunken eyes, half-open, a maw that hanged just a bit, groaning like a zombie, then hitched when she arched back and strewn across Karina’s much-broader shoulders. The pain was instant and jerked Karla to life. An agony that stabbed her spinal discs and ground them together into dust. Her abs stretched, her neck felt elongated, and her thigh spasmed. She tensed into the hold and squealed like a puppy with its tail stepped on. It drifted into these girlish screams as Karla’s free leg wagged about, and her entire body shivered. Her mouth gaped, and eyes rendered bloodshot, the tongue spewing out on the bottom lip as her face reddened, coughing, whimpering… And more screaming. Her arms draped idly down Karina’s side above Karla’s head, with one hand reaching out for the referee, trying to get a fistful of their shirt collar. “H-Help!!”

[Ghost]

Standing tall with her opponent drapes across her shoulders, it was time to really punish Karla despite the amount of suffering she had no doubt given the girl after such a powerful spear. She narrowed her eyes, tightening her grip on Karla's chin and thigh before she would make her way towards the very center of the ring, each step no doubt making that spine hurt more since she pulled Karla down with each step. She had a rather malicious smile on her face, no doubt ready to inflict more pain and agony to the red head who dared to taunt her like that, she was no doubt going to understand the error of her ways once Karina pounded it into her.

She stopped at the dead center, adjusted herself for something a lot more painful for Karla and the way the woman was trying to get the referee attention made it all too certain that she understood the amount of trouble she was in. Unfortunately the referee was not going to interfere since she knew all to well it was still within the rules, and it would be stupid of her to get in the way of one angry Karina.

Suddenly she tightened the grip on Karla's thigh and chin before pulling rather hard on both seconds, all the way down so she could really put pressure on that spine and give it that burning agony that she would no doubt feel instantly! She wanted to pull and bend Karla to the point where it looked like Karina wanted to spell the letter 'n' with Karla's body!

[Monsy]

Her spine was liquid.
How she bounced around Karina’s shoulders with the steps, the swipe for the referee gone uncatered. She wanted to shout at them, but Karina held her mouth rather tight-knit. There was some respite as they took the centre ring, and it allowed her to pant like an over-worked computer fan, take stock of the brimming sweat on her hairline while staring off into the distance. Her body spasmed with flickers of life, her fingers curling up and releasing, and her ankles swayed like unhinged brackets. “Gyuhhh….”

Then the second torque threatened to split her in two. Her eyes gaped again, and she wretched this raspy scream as her free leg thrashed and both hands corralled on Karina’s wrist. She started to sob as the pain infected her back and her thigh, her neck, and centred around her stomach. It was stretched smooth like a baby’s bottom, and her eyes now cascaded, her face flushing red. A hand lifted up, flinching and shivering. The referee watched as Karla screamed again. But then that hand reached and tried to splay across Karina’s face. Her fingers curled into claws and dragged. Her thumbs searched and tried to place pressure on Karina’s eyes, pushing them in if she could find that soft-soft weakness of any wrestler.

[Ghost]

Karina could hold something like this all day, especially when her opponent was such a light weight! Her main idea now was to parade Karla around though, like she was nothing more than a belt for her to show off while each step was certain to make the girl bounce across her shoulders, which was no doubt only adding more pain and irritation thanks to that spine being worked over quite intensely. She wanted to keep going, though soon the red head began to struggle more and even started to use her fingers to drag them across the skin of her face, like she was searching for those white soft orbs that could do some serious damage!

With a loud hiss, she changed her plans and wanted to make sure those nails would not reach her eyes, lifting Karla right off her shoulders instead and making it look like she was going to throw the girl off.. But instead she would move Karla forward and then straight down, where Karina would go down with her and to one knee, aiming to slam Karla's back straight down across her knee to really make that spine hurt for pretty much a long time!

[Monsy]

Though she stretched further into an in-human shape, she felt stiffer than ever. It was like she aged three decades, lived and fought every day, then wore its wear and tear. Like little balloons, filled with tacs, popped and pierced inside her back as each bounce repeated the process. Again. And again. So she found their face and sought to terraform with her fingers as the shovels, nails as pickaxes. A growl raged, as though a bid of defiance, or a tamed warcry. Her malice embodied.

She didn’t expect to go high. Her head turned, looked down and she went ghost-white. All that rage cooled to despair. Her heart could jump from her chest. The crowd held their breath. “W-WAIT!”

And she came down. Her perilous scream timed with the crowd’s wince, and subsequent cheer as her back arched into an N over that knee. She cried out. Her muscles felt like they ripped into ribbons. Her spine; splinters. Her body bounced from the force and drooped off to the canvas like mouldy slop. She sprawled, her arms out, folded overhead, her legs opened in a V. Hair swiped across her face, and her mouth left wide to catch a few stands, the bottom lip shuttering in every inhale. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and her eyes closed with wrinkles on her eyelids. Babbled moans slipped, and she started to drool at one corner, though she’d never notice. Rather, she had little feeling anywhere. Just pain in her back.