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

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Ingrid was really pushing Karla around, and seemingly Karla wasn't fighting back. Ingrid was confident, but she did find this a bit odd, considering the circumstances. Her Dropkick shot Karla like a bullet cartridge leaving its firearm after use. Knowing that outside wasn't her Forte, Ingrid had a different solution to her Karla problem.

Ingrid will stand up, get to the center of the ring, and then sit cross legged, waiting for Karla to get back in the ring or get counted out.

"Come on Karla, I thought you were gonna put me under your heel. I guess your just full of shit are you." Ingrid taunted as she waited for Karla to get back in.

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The referee reached three before Karla threw herself onto her stomach, then pushed up with her hands and brought her knees to come to all fours. Her hair draped off her left shoulder, and the shouts reigned down like hellfire. Plenty approved, those who relished in Ingrid’s constant taunts, all unanswered in what was an early massacre. She pushed onto her feet and looked up, extended her arms outward at shoulder height, closed her eyes and took a breath. Her head tilted one way, cracked, then the other way, cracked. Narrow lips pulled tight, then twisted into a growl, the upper rattled by a growl that unveiled the teeth underneath. “TCH… DU FRESSER!”

She yelled out a war cry and stomped, then took her fist and threw it towards the nearest source of laughter she heard, but stopped as her eyes opened again. Snarls soon became the constant, and she stomped up the steel steps, slammed a foot on the middle turnbuckle to launch herself into the ring again, then chased Ingrid down with a hastened walk. She wanted to grab handfuls of their throat, dig trenches in their skin and overpower them towards the corner in one continuous stomping march. 

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Ingrid taunted and taunted, talking so much trash that it would make a 12 year old boy on Call of Duty proud. She was just laughing, it felt as though she was taking her eye off the ball for once. And for sure, she was gonna pay.

Ingrid,s face scrunched up, as she was grabbed by her throat and lifted to her feet by Karla, and was forced to the corner. Her voice was muffled, and she was being pushed, her face started turning purple.

The only thing she could think about doing right now is struggling.

[Monsy]

Each finger, hand, arm tried to sink into the skin like blood-seeking fangs, with muscles tackled as though they were a noose that grew smaller and smaller. Her mind became swallowed by bloodlust-abandon that reflected in her bloodshot eyes; a red metallic river where strategy dissipates to instinct, snarls and spit-wetted teeth.

“ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR FI-…” The referee shouted as their hand came between them and hammered her grip until it came undone. Warnings are whipped, but they fade and melt into silence. It didn’t stop Karla’s hand as it took aim and lugged itself towards their cheek to deliver a slap.

“I’ll make you feel worthless when I’m done!”

Steps reeled her position back, and she exploded from the ring’s centre to drive her shoulder towards Ingrid’s gut.

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Ingrid struggled, the choking from Karla's surprisingly strong arms messing with the air circulation to the blonde's head. If this continued any longer, Ingrid felt she could faint live in the ring. Luckily for Ingrid, the referee came to save her, Forcibly separating Karla from damn near killing her, Ingrid finally got some time to take a breather and relax.

Ingrid was in obvious pain, holding her neck while she stood in the corner, not knowing and not having the time to move out of the way of Karla's shoulders ram. "AAUGH!" Ingrid yelled as Saliva flew from her mouth, her midsection pain exploded like a Dynamite. She had never felt worse.

[Monsy]

Her shoulder burrowed into Ingrid’s stomach like a blunt hammer of cast iron. She enveloped their waist with both arms and formed a finger-lock grip at the back. A cheek pressed on their side, and her feet shuffled up to make a squared stance with both legs now flexed to lift Ingrid over-shoulder. She stepped on the first rope so she could place them on the top in a seated position. The grip released as one foot was placed on either side of the second rope. She hunched over, reached to grab a handful of Ingrid’s hair and pulled it back. “Anything witty now?”

She asked with a smirk, then whipped the top of her forehead to try and headbutt them square on the nose.

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Ingrid was stuck in the corner, getting pushed around and torn into by her redhead opponent Karla, she was paying for her actions earlier. `She really has me on the ropes, this is gonna hurt` Ingrid thought to herself before she got cracked in the nose with a headbutt.

Ingrid was dazed, slowly crumbling to a seating position on the corner,and then a noticeable red liquid, slowly flowed out of her nose.

Ingrid was once again, bleeding from her nose.

[Monsy]

A sweet pain that came with battering her skull against someone else’s flesh, like a hammer that smacked a sheet of wood. It cracked - but the vibrations jarred your wrist and made these bubbles inside your knuckles that popped simultaneously. That same feeling left her feeling swelled, enough that she had to shake her head out to regain her focus. An arm now slinked over Ingrid’s nape and tucked her beneath her armpit, then tried to throw Ingrid’s other arm over her own neck. One foot after the other pinned itself on the top rope, and she hunched over, then tried to tug Ingrid onto her feet. A hand would settle on Ingrid’s waist should she succeed. Her breath hitched, held, and she attempted to hurl them into the air and fall back towards the canvas for what would be Karla’s first superplex!

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Ingrid was damn near woozy from the headbutt, you would be forgiven if you thought she was knocked out from the blow. She didn't have enough energy to fight back Karla moving her body onto the top turnbuckle, and felt damn near lifeless. And then Ingrid went flying.

Ingrid was about 9 feet in the air, as her and Karla came down from the Superplex. Ingrid held her back and groaned loudly in pain. Maybe she was wrong for talking so much trash early on. She can't let Karla win. But she can't do anything now as she laid flat on her back in pain.

[Monsy]

Flew high they did then crashed as one. Her shoulders slammed into the canvas first, followed by her spine, hips and legs in one big flop. Muscles cried out; neck tightened as she stretched herself out, then planted her elbows shoulder-height, arms folded up so her hands could cup her forehead. She took a deep breath, shaped her lips into an O and turned onto her side. An elbow propped her upper half up; she stared upward towards Ingrid.

She threw herself on her stomach, pushed up on her hands and knees, then crawled over, placing her hands on their shoulders for a pin as she looked towards the stands, to find someone’s gaze and gift them her lopsided grin.