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

[Epicsnivy]

Ingrid could only lay flat, not able to make noise cause of the earlier damage to her windpipe, and also all the pain her face and head was in. If she didn't do anything soon, she was gonna be in for severe facial damage. Ingrid could only look on as Karla swung her leg above her head, and as she did, Ingrid saw an opportunity to counter.

Seeing as Karla had let one side free, and the axe kick took a while to set up, Ingrid attempted to roll out of the way as Karla swung down. Hoping that would stun Karla for a bit, Ingrid would attempt to pull herself to her feet, and attempt to run towards Karla, grabbing her head and faceplanting her with a Running Bulldog.

That should give her time to recover.

[Monsy]

The kick arched towards the heavens and struck them down like a hammer. A yell swelled the attack, loud and war-like, stabbed bare canvas. Her upper lip twitched, the target all but gone, until she looked over-shoulder and saw that hand reach, grab and whipped her forward. She tipped over the cliff of her toes, fell face-first into the canvas with her forehead as the main bludgeon. It gonged her skull, and her head whipped up. Murky lights, a multitude of ropes and estranged colours are all she saw. She groaned, held her forehead and turned on her side to nurse the spot. Soon her knees shuffled up, lifted her hips off the ground, and her hands were not far behind. She’d crawl towards the ropes, more like inch, the disorientation in her eyes masked by that curtain of vibrant scarlet hair.

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Ingrid slowly got up to her feet, recovering from the amount of blows she received from the redhead. Pushing herself up to her feet while one hand was holding her head, Ingrid saw that Karla was still prone, crawling on her knees and arms. Ingrid saw her opportunity for an easy blow.

Ingrid with a angry determined look on her face, looked to hit a superkick to the side of the head of a vulnerable Karla. This shall turn the match towards her favor.

[Monsy]

Her fingers curled on the canvas - dug into her palm. The zenith of her knuckles ground against the mats till they hurt. She hissed, took a breath, then pushed off with her hand. A foot slid from underneath, postured the canvas. Her body wobbled, and that hand could lift only a millimetre before it teetered back down. That kick was unseen. Perhaps a glance of something that zipped into her view then cracked against her skull. She dropped like a corpse, on her side, then onto her back. An arm sprawled out against the canvas,

“Blegghh…” Her voice croaked, eyes half-rolled back, and her brain thoroughly scrambled.

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Ingrid cracked her foot across the side of Karla's head. To Ingrid, it felt amazing after what Karla had done to her previously, as she looked upon the downed Karla with a smug expression, breathing heavily, panting like a dog, Hands on her knees. "NOW STAY THE FUCK DOWN!" Ingrid screamed, as she has been frustrated ever since that Skylar Jones match. It was time to she if Karla was done, or if she would tire herself out.

Ingrid grabbed both Karla's left arm and leg and pulled them both to the center. And then she would pin Karla, hooking the right leg and letting the referee come down to count the pin. Hopefully, this is the last she will have to deal with this infuriating redhead.

"ONE!"

[Monsy]

Karla’s brain felt like minced meat. It stunk, rotted away at her skull, and even more, it felt like it had a beating heart, just pounding away at her eyes and ears. She looked empty at the lights, muddled, her jaw hung with those eyes half-rolled back. Those dogged breaths, the rise of her chest still had life, but little more. Her calf bounced off Ingrid’s hand when she hooked it, then folded over; her other leg sprawled, flat for a good limb spread, as was Karla’s hands, pulled apart above her head. Altogether, she made a perfect star.

“ONE!”
“TWO!”
Her fingers clenched into a fist; her forearm rolled up and punched the air ahead. A shoulder thrust off the canvas, but she was still prone on her side. Both hands came to clutch her totalled brain, with handfuls of scarlet tress clawed, pulled as she whimpered. Such was the cost of surviving…

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Ingrid's swift kick to the side of Karla's skull really did a number on her redhead opponent. Ingrid thought it was perfect timing to go for the pin and get the victory. And it seemed that way for two seconds before Karla manage to kick out at two. Ingrid could only look on in dissapointment, sighing at the fact her opponent wasnt done yet.

Ingrid got up, and was ready to take Karla out. So with a voracious speed, Ingrid ran and bounced off the ropes, and ran towards the down Karla, and hit a Standing Shooting Star Press on the Redhead.

[Monsy]

She lay in total ruins on her side. Then turned on her back, spread-eagle, arms above her head, legs pulled wide in a perfect V. A permenant wince etched across her face. Her chest rose and fell like ocean tide with rapid and heavy breaths. “Guhh…” It soured into a groan. The mat’s rumble was all white-noise, ripples in her vision, sounding distant as echoes in a tunnel. But the pain was vivid. Ingrid’s entire bodyweight slammed onto her bare-skin canvas. Abs turned to mush, sucked in, and squeezed her ribs. Her legs kicked up, as did her arms and head. Spit rushed from her mouth as she squealed, her face turning a bright red, eyes bulged, then fluttered closed and battled to open. Her arms and legs rested and twitched, and her breathing turned shallow, but she still chewed her bottom lip, biting back the whimpers, the pinching across her stomach and chest; the nausea; the tightness… All of it.

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Ingrid landed on the red headed bitch with all of her might. She was surely showing Karla what it meant to be a real wrestler instead of some dominatrix bitch that thought she could step in a wrestling ring. Maybe now she had enough?

So Ingrid went for another pin on Karla, pushing her shoulders down, and hooking her leg, ready to end this. "Now stay down, you wanna be dominatrix bitch!" . Surely Karla had enough.

[Monsy]

Her mid-section turned into minced meat. A groan stifled as she drooled; her warm cheek resting on the cold canvas. Pushing her shoulders down only secured her in place. Her muscly leg rose into Ingrid’s grasp and stretched, pulling tight her short-shorts and her golden foot pointed skyward. The second leg was flat and flexible, arms stretched above her head, and the referee joined them.

“ONE!”
“TWO!”

Karla’s hands tempered into fists. The far limb folded up and punched the sky again and her shoulder popped off the mat with a yelp. She was left on her side, breathing like a sweltering dog, unmoving that the slightest breeze could tip her onto her back again.