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

[Epicsnivy]

Ingrid was holding her back in massive pain. Turns out falling from like 8 feet dosent feel good at all, who knew. With her back still screaming in pain. Ingrid didn't noticed that Karla was about to pin her and attempt to win. Ingrid was not about to let that happen.

The referee was able to hit the mat two times before Ingrid kicked out, yelling "I'm not gonna go down that easy." .

[Monsy]

The pin wasn’t anything fancy. It didn’t need to be, so long as the referee swooped in and counted this farce; a blabbermouth who seemed to lose their sense of place on the pecking order. For that, she’s happy to introduce reality. But not now, it seems, with Ingrid kicking out and Karla’s hands jerked off. She sat on her shins, laid her hands upon her thighs and looked up. “It appears not.”

She took a knee, then reached to grab a handful of Ingrid’s blonde hair, pull it up so their faces could. A fist coiled back and squeezed until the knuckles blushed, now pistoned forward, aimed to collide with their jaw.

[Epicsnivy]

Ingrid had finally awakened, she seemed to had knocked herself back into consciousness and into the match with that kickout. This was the time to get the match back in her favor. So Ingrid had her long Blond hair grabbed and herself right in front of Karla's face.

So when Karla launched the punch, Ingrid attempted to grab the attempted punch, and if that worked, Ingrid would deliver a punch of her own to Karla's face, to really show her what for.

[Monsy]

Her fist, armed and swelled with malice, threw itself towards Ingrid only to collide with an open palm. The two brands of skin clapped, and Karla’s arm shivered as she tried to brute force it forward. It took her eyes off Ingrid’s strike that pounded her cheek. Her head swung to one side, her teeth felt numb, and her skull galloped into a dull pulsating pain. “Don’t test me here. I’ll box circles around you!”

She yelled as her head reset, feral eyes locked on, then her free fist dialled back and slugged that hand for their nose. If they want to trade, she’ll trade.

[Epicsnivy]

Ingrid took a punch directly to Karla and it connected, oh it connected hard. It did apparently hurt Karla, but it also made her more upset. So when Karla gave Ingrid another punch as a receipt, Ingrid felt it as her nose cracked and started to bleed. Did Karla just break her nose? Ingrid will have to go to the doctors soon to get it checked out, but as of right now, her nose was swelled up with pain as she held it.

"You Bitch!" The Blond groaned as she attempted to kick Karla in her exposed gut while she didn't notice.

[Monsy]

The kick reverberated like a drop upon a lake against her abs. Her breath hitched, feet hopped back as she lurched forward. A hand went across to nurse the reddened spot. That same hand turned to a knife-edge. She turned to a bladed stance, that arm lifted, wrapped around her chest before it flew, sought to continue this dance by lashing them across the collar.

[Epicsnivy]

Ingrid delivered a swift kick to the exposed gut of one Karla, as retaliation from the punch she had taken from the redhead. Ingrid had a smug look on her face reacting to Karla react to the pain. "HEY, dosent feel so behhh." Ingrid reacted as she was chopped across the throat, knife edge style.

Ingrid fell to her knees, one hand on the mat, the other across her reddened throat, as she couldn't breath from the reaction. She felt choked up. This felt rough.

[Monsy]

The solution to many problems is to tackle it by the throat. Fighting had that same principle, albeit literal. Her hand could rebound off the flesh, soft, little receipt like punching a jawbone. It was almost pleasant, like a slap across some jelly. When they collapsed, Karla leaned over, grabbed the wrist that supported them and pulled it towards her waist. The other gripped a fistful of their hair, then yanked it back so they’d become eye-to-eye. “Your windpipe would buckle with only five pounds of pressure per square inch. How much do you think was that?” She said, smiled, then broke into a laugh. A leg dialled back, tipped on its toes as Karla straightened up and threw that knee towards Ingrid’s face, and at the same time, yank their arm towards it for a lovely ripcord flair.

[Epicsnivy]

Ingrid was rapidity coughing, the chop to her throat really messed up her breathing rhythm. Ingrid held her throat, it having turned a reddish pink, almost looking like raw meat.Karla however, didn't give Ingrid much time to recover. Ingrid's hand keeping her on all fours (or threes technically) was grabbed by the dominant redhead, and then Ingrid's braided Blond hair was grabbed and Ingrid was pulled up to Karla's face

The sheer dominant energy of Karla was so apparent across her face, her willingness to usher pain onto Ingrid was all apparent. Ingrid grimacing still for the throat chop mean she could only see Karla's face a few seconds at a time before returning back to grimacing from the pain she was in. Ingrid wanted to tell Karla to go fuck herself, but her vocal cords were so rattled that they failed to make noise, meaning any sort of eligible speech was a no go.

And then the pain would only get worse, as Ingrid was met with a knee crashing into her face, while being forced into it by the ripcord maneuver of Karla,The Sheer force of the knee knocked the Blond straight onto the back, holding her face in a lot of pain, wanting to scream with how much pain she was in, but failing to even make a squeak. Karla was a match for her in brutality. Is this what mouthing off gets her?

[Monsy]

They could do well on their back.
It looked rather endearing from Karla’s angle. Standing there, looming and watching like some hawk on a telephone pole. The way their hands cupped their face, deary, the picture should be immortalized in paint, much like it was in her mind. And nothing could ruin that. It could only get better. She intended on that with each step she took forward, with a foot on either side of Ingrid’s body. Those protective hands were Karla’s next target, where she sought to grab them both and pull them straight up to unveil what’s beneath, like unwrapping a Christmas present.

“This is going to suck for you, Hundchen.”

She said, then whipped her leg up; her boot soared above her head, whipped down for one egregious stomp against their countenance for an axe kick. Such was the punishment for those who thought antagonizing her. Though she knew who wrong it was to let emotions dictate decisions, she couldn’t help it. This was her most potent liquor, delivering such a remodelling of their face that everyone around them cringes, their children wretches, and the person remembers every step. Sure, their pain may heal, but she shall not forget it. Consequences for one’s actions, you may say. She’s always been a lover of justice when it suited her ends.