Trinette Vaillant Vs. Karla Reinhardt - A Clash Between Good and Evil (Apex Qualifier Match)

[Devastated]

Trinette was certain that Karla had to be done by this point, she had been laying into the redhead for a fair bit now! She had Karla rolled up almost into a ball as she waited for the referee to count the fiendish redhead out. The counts came, and the crowd even got into it! Thinking the Paladin had triumphed! Only to have their hopes crushed by Karla as she jerked her shoulders up and kicked out with one big kick!

Trinette lost her hold on those legs as she was bucked slightly off of her foe. Trinette clicked her tongue, she would shake her head and annoyingly push herself up to her knees and fully off of Karla. She looked down at her foe, once again shaking her head...she was stuck in a slight state of disbelief. Yet, the Paladin would carry on. She reached down and grabbed at Karla's head, trying to guide her up towards her feet as the bluenette would rise alongside her.

Reaching one arm in between those legs, she'd cup that rear of the shorter woman and snake her other arm around and over a shoulder. Firmly clasping onto Karla's outfit. Grunting out a bit, Trinette would try and lift Karla upside down. Taking a couple of steps forward to the center of the ring before trying to slam the redheaded heel down with a bodyslam!

[Monsy]

Karla laid herself flat, spread eagle, arms in all directions as she sucked in with half-lungs. The lipstick mouth stayed gaping, gasping, and heavy was her chest that inflated then deflated, quickly. Soon it was more. More incessant maneuvers. More Hundchen taboo. Karla was grabbed by her precious red hair, and she snarled, grabbing that wrist while rising on shotty legs. Her knees pressed together. Drool was at her mouth corners that she didn’t care to fix. Hair all messed up. And she wasn’t fully dressed without some rips on the latex to expose bruised skin from bumps and bounces. “You… Will… Get… No further!”

But they did. “I-Insolence!”
An arm threaded her legs, over the shoulder, and she was lifted, slammed onto her back. The world got fuzzy. Spotlights became violating, huge and nearly blinded her. The crowd’s medium cheer enthralled her. Yet when she opened her maw to curse, there was just spit. Her eyes had gaped into baseballs. Her back had arched, and she mustered a short piggish squeal before devolving into coughs. She slunk back, arms falling towards her sides, arms slanted out with the palm up. Heavy breaths came out her lightly clenched teeth, and she looked dazed, with mirrors in her eyes and a sense of depleted rage.

[Devastated]

Trinette of course got a few annoying comments from Karla as she pulled the redhead up to her feet by that mane of red hair. She slipped her arm in between Karla's legs then hauled her up, picking her clean off of the canvas as she walked to the center of the ring, before bringing her down flat on her back! Trinette would take a step back as she looked over her handiwork for a second.

Feeling pretty confident that Karla would stay down after that slam, Trinette turned around and walked towards the nearest corner. She looked over her shoulder at the downed redhead and then began to ascend. Climbing the turnbuckle, rising up towards the top of the corner post! The bluenette took a deep breath and would then jump! Flying in the air as she was traveling backwards towards the center of the ring, flipping through the air!

The crowd cheered at the sight of Trinette busting out a tried and true finishers of hers. Going for the big finale, as she was descending right down towards Karla Reinhardt with that moonsault finisher of hers, the dreaded Hauteclere!

[Monsy]

The yoke was on her cheek.
Humiliation had a growing lingering taste, like the day before you get sick and the throat begins to go. Her face starts to burn, but she can’t find her eyes. They’re looking too deep into her head, trying to piece together the audacity of this Hundchen. She mewled, and didn’t peep very much. A tremble got her. She felt too exposed. People were growing in her eyes and she couldn’t take it. Her heart picked up twice, thrice and went quadruple until it banged on her ribs. Trinette went high. She went white. Her arms came up, put together, and pleaded as Trinette started to pounce. “A-Ah--! Y-you-- m-mustn't… C-Can’t! I c-can’t be,,. B,,, Beat…!”

The crowd roared louder. It drowned her out as the sledgehammer cast her glass-self a damning shadow. She looked petrified. Drooling shivering lip, eyes glassy and nearly ready to break. Her hands were raised as if calling for some hail mary last second mercy from the Paladin. Karla’s voice cracked. Her head tucked with her arms, and she curled her defeated abs, crunched herself into a botched human ball, squeaking pathetically for a brief second. Her knees, however, were brought up and would give Trinette a concrete landing. A dragon tooth for all high-flyers.

[Devastated]

Whatever mercy that Karla may have been pleading for, it was too late. Trinette had launched herself into the air, soaring high through the air as she was on a downward arc, descending down towards her redheaded foe! There was no turning back and with this move she intended to put an end to the vile German! Though in her descent the bluenette spotted the body of Karla curling up into something akin to a human ball! Trying to shield herself...she would become as a porcupine to a lion!

Trinette's eyes widened at the realization...but that only lasted for a fraction of a second. It all happened so fast! Trinette crashed right into those knees, her belly making a perfect impact on those needles! Digging right into her midsection, there was a soundless scream that escape Trinette's mouth as all the air had left her lungs upon the impact. She coughed out, spittle flew out of her mouth and onto the canvas she bounced off of Karla's knees, arms wrapping tightly around her belly. She fell onto her back, she kicked her heels against the canvas as she rocked slightly from left to right. Stuck in a coughing fit as her lungs had run dry and her throat felt coarse and rough following the sudden complete depletion of the air in her lungs.

[Monsy]

Karla’s body was coiled up into a spring. Trinette landed, and the knees punched her gut. A paladin who fell on a sword. It took a moment. All that fuzz was still weary, like trying to walk under water. She heaved onto her stomach, and the crowd’s buzz started to become a worrying gasp. Face-down, the Reinhardt waited, breathing heavily and slowly peeling the strength back to rise.

Adelaide

Meanwhile, someone took the stage. A veteran and peculiar member of the Reinhardt web. Golden eyes, light-red hair, a black trench coat, dress-shirt, tie and dress pants. Always polished shoes. Always with that dull look that seemed completely composed, focused and yet, not in a hurry. She walked down that ramp, a briefcase in hand swinging at her side. The referee was none the wiser, even if the crowd jeered. Their duties were elsewhere until… Adelaide whistled like calling a dog. The official looked, and gasped. A full case of ten-thousand-yen bills. The referee came over to the ropes, back turned. Adelaide smiled. “Do you want it?” And they nodded, slowly.

Karla never knew any of this. Adelaide appearing was like predicting a day ten years into the future. She looked on all fours, then grinned. “Just as planned.” And then rose to her knees, looking over to Trinette. “See that, Hundchen? You were NEVER going to win. No matter what! I had every base covered!” A laugh bellowed like a hyena, loud and proud as she stood up, then limped over, picking up Trinette by the hair to make her heel. Karla bent over, slipping a free hand into her own thigh-high to don brass knuckles. The Reinhardt just wanted one last good look at Trinette.

“My skill far exceeds yours. Remember that, little puppy-paladin.”

Then her brass-knuckled fist came down, aimed to crack them in the temple with a left hook!

[Devastated]

The crowd was more or less stunned at the appearance of Adelaide as she moved down and offered that briefcase full of money to the referee. The crowd began to throw jeers and boos down at the events happening by the squared circle as most everyone could tell what was going on and where this was going.

As Trinette was in the ring, arms wrapped around her midsection. Coughing out and trying to gather air back into her lungs after her failed Moonsault. She felt a hand take a firm grip of her hair and pulled her up to her knees, she glared up at Karla and would try to rise up to her feet. She was going to challenge Karla to a last-stand here and now! Though her rise was cut short, as that bras knuckled fist smashed right across her temple!

The senses were knocked clean out of Trinette's head as turned limp in Karla's grip. Held up just slightly off of the canvas by that hold on her hair, if released she'd slump almost lifelessly down onto the canvas. Her clock hand been thoroughly cleaned....

The referee had willingly ignored the unlawful act this time around. While the first use of the brass knuckles in this match had gone unnoticed...this time it was willful ignorance.

[Monsy]

Purely glorious. The cleanest Reinhardt in the game had felled the villainous blue! Karla was overflowing with self-fulfilment, releasing her out of gracious mercy, looking down at Trinette like a crushed bug beneath her shoe. Karla looked to the crowd with a tipped up nose, tossing the brass knuckles down beside Trinette’s head. To the crowd, she held up a hand. Her fingers said along with her mouth, ‘One, two, three’ -- and they jeered louder. She laughed wickedly, became smug, dropping down to one knee then picking up Trinette’s legs -- up and over. Their paladin was folded in two, with her knees firmly pinned against her shoulders. Legs stretched over their beautiful knocked out Hundchen face.

Karla loomed over, belly to their covered groin, perched on her tippy-toes and her pelvis firmly against their rear. She looked out, cool as a posh cat. Her smirk, wide, her eyes closed and nose tipped up, dignified and happy to put this woman into her place.

(Bottom Right)

Adelaide closed the case, then pointed at the pair. “Count.”
They did.
On their knees with no confliction, raising a hand like Trinette was beaten sound and smacking the canvas loud and true.

“ONE!”
“TWO!”

[Devastated]

Trinette was out cold after that brutal brass knuckle blow to her temple. Her entire body was limp and the second that her hair was released it slumped like a lifeless husk onto the canvas. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was half-way closed. The bluenette had little in the way of any protests or even awareness of where she was at the moment, as Karla picked her legs up and began to fold her in half. Pressing the shoulders of Trinette down against the canvas, as those knees of the Paladin were practically touching her own shoulders.

Her face was more or less like that of somewhere between sleep and a coma at this. Truly knocked out...her body folded up as Karla perched on top of her. Pressing down on rear. The referee who was currently following the orders of Adelaide had paid little attention to what happened, and even when pointed in the direction and told to count, did exactly as they were commanded to. They moved in besides the folded up Paladin, their eyes trailing from the brass knuckle laying next to Trinette's head, and up to Karla. Then they began the pin count as if they had seen nothing at all.

"THREE!!!"

The third count came, and Trinette offered little to no movement besides breathing. The referee rose to their feet, stepping towards the ropes and calling for the ringing of the bell.

*Ding Ding Ding*

[Monsy]

It’s a powerful sound. A loud bell, sweet like caramel and gets a fish hook into your dopamine. Her grin was proud and self-satisfied, and the legs are tossed to the side so Trinette could splay and sulk. Karla went onto her hands knees, heaving deep. Laughter came about once it sunk in, looking over, watching them. The referee came over and lifted her hand. Karla stood. The official had their eyes glued to the briefcase, now shut and slid into the ring. They slowly marched away from Karla to retrieve it. Karla by now loomed over the paladin. A frown started emerging. Her head shook, wiping her lips with her tongue. Then she hissed, and worked herself up into a bottleneck of frustration. “Dog.” She whispered, then took a small run-up, and toe-bash kicked Trinette right in the groyne. “INSOLENT HUNDCHEN!”

Her breathing turned heavier and she slouched. The wear and tear now more prevalent from the small seams in her get-up, to the bruises that could be studied with her stiller posture. Her eyes looked like they gained a few kilograms, and she was holding them open. Sweat lined her exposed skin. Then she sharply turned away, with the official seating the rope to let Karla out.

She dropped to ringside and walked past Adelaide without a word. Jeers rained down on both like torrential rain, and all the two Reinhardts did, silently, was soak in it, then leave.