Ingrid Galatea Vs. Karla Rey Reinhardt: A violent fashion show

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Ingrid was very much caught by surprise, she could hear the bone structures in her nose Crack like broken glass being ran over by a cart. The sudden break caused her body to go into a near shock like state, where she could only guard her nose, as if her body wouldn't allow her to do much of anything else. The blood from the broken nose created a small red puddle of liquid in her palms. It felt ever so painful, and her head was going woozy from the blood loss, dizziness taking over.

Because she was so focused on the pain and the blood coming out of her nose, Ingrid never noticed how Karla was approaching her, her groans blocking out anything Karla said. Ingrid felt herself being pushed back against the ropes, a sense of fear came running down her spine, as Karla forced her to face her.

"AAAAAGH!" Ingrid let out colorful screams of agony and distress, her limbs flailing about, not knowing what to do as Karla's hands applied pressure to her disfigured nose, causing incredible amounts of pain. There was no strategy to Ingrid's movements, only panic, as she hoped and prayed that Karla would eventually let her go.

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Her thumbs drove into the cartilage to sculpt their face like play-dough. The two spearheads pressed together, pushed up, yanked down, then withdrew to slam back into the swelling canvas. She took another step, pushing her body into Ingrid’s for more leverage and slack to push. Her breathing took a sharp climb, short and snapping off like a bullet. The referee counted one, two, three as her eyes bulged until it almost seemed like they’d roll out, and her teeth rows slammed into one. It felt like wet slime beneath her fingernails, warm and the swelling felt like pimples that needed to pop. She was cackling, biting the corner of her lip.

〝FOUR. FI—〞The referee shouted, but wedged her arms onto Karla’s to pry, now ordering the move to be relieved. Karla asked, “Huh?! What?! I can’t hear you!” One brow quirked but she never blinked, but soon, she’d have to take back a step. She pulled Ingrid by her collar, crouching as she donned a bladed stance, reached for their arm and yank to try and make them lay over her shoulders, face-down in a fireman carry. A latex-cloaked hand grabbed a fistful of their blonde hair, then she’d stand straight, hurling them over-shoulder, and torquing the hair-grip down as her knee exploded up, the concentration of bone aimed right for the face.

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Ingrid felt helpless, her face was being messed around like play dough, and whatever resistance she had was wasted on her previous assault. She was knocked down, and the referee finally doing their job managed to get Karla off of her. Maybe she'll finally get some relief, as this has been one of the most painful experiences of her entire life.

Due to being in so much pain, Ingrid had no resistance for when Karla started to carry her. Karla's strength was unbelievable, being able to carry the Elite Pegasus like a sandbag. Ingrid only knew that whatever Karla did to her could only end badly. Her long blonde hair being pulled.

And then Ingrid was tossed, as Karla's knee smashed her chin, Ingrid could feel her jawline Crack, before her body became near unconscious , slowly falling onto her back, near motionless. Ingrid was out.

[Monsy]

A bullseye and a light switch concluded the resistance. The woman was corpse-sprawled at her golden boots, and Karla gawked with a grin. One knee dipped by their head and she sighed. 〝No, no. Hey.〞Karla snapped her fingers before their eyes, then slapped their cheek. The arm dialled back over-head and swung to crash into her cheek, palm-flat. 〝Wakey-Wakey puppy. Don’t you leave me yet.〞

One of Ingrid’s wrists was seized, pulled up by Karla’s shoulder as she tap-danced her free hand on their face. 〝Wake up or I’ll play with your nose some more.〞

Now she waited. For any sign of life. A flinch, an eye flinch, a bodily spasm. The referee looked on, with Karla sticking up a finger. 〝Hold on… I think she’s coming to…〞She cackled, just as her iron shin lined across their soft throat. It settled, then she grabbed a fist-full of their scalp and rolled over with them. Now the bone ground itself into their windpipe. Another leg wrapped underneath their stretched arm and onto their nape, the heel punching the back of their skull. Both of Karla’s hands delved into their air, and pulled them against the shin-bone. And postured on her back, she arched and stuck out her tongue with the devil’s confidence in her wicked smirk

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Ingrid was out, the only thing that let people know Ingrid was okaywas that she was still breathing, her stomach expanding in and out. It was only via Karla slapping her that she started to regain consciousness, her eye slightly opened, as she was then put in a choke like Submission hold, having her throat crushed by Karla's thighs, with her head being pulled towards.

Ingrid had no energy left to resist, she just wanted the pain to stop, so she can do only one thing.

She slowly tapped on Karla's thigh, indicating that she had given up in the match.

[Monsy]

The bell may have rung, but Karla’s hold continued. The Ultimate Finale had done its work, destroying whatever elite this pegasus thought she had over her. Her brain was swollen with so much. She couldn’t fathom why she’d let go. This was a high. An out-of-body experience. No way she was leaving. Not now… “How’s that for high heels?”

Her laugh bellowed as the referee pried on the hold, but Karla’s grip was so steadfast, struggling only made it tighter. That was until she released it herself, turned over on her knees and raised her own fist as the referee went to check on Ingrid’s bloodied condition. Karla stared at them both, breathing heavily through her mouth, slowly taking her feet and backing up, slipping outside the ring and walking backwards up the ramp, blowing one last kiss that turned into a middle finger.

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Ingrid slowly tapped on Karla's thigh, before she lost consciousness due to the loss of air circulation in her body. Her arms fell completely limp, and she was let go of by Karla, the referee checking on her. It took Ingrid about a minute to regain consciousness, and Karla was long gone after that. Ingrid slowly got up, holding her head, the referee offering help, but Ingrid refused.

She avoided looking at any crowd members, and she ran towards the back, Ingrid wanting to shield herself from the humiliation she just suffered. This was worse than the Skylar match, and Ingrid didn't want the mocking from the fans.

Winner by Submission: Karla "Ray" Reinhardt