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

[Epicsnivy]

Ingrid was pinning Karla once again, certainly the redhead had certainly enough from all the damage Ingrid did to her. But it turns out, she did not, as Karla managed to kick out at two. Ingrid laid in a sitting position getting off of Karla, and she started angrily slamming her hands on the mat, evidently losing her temper right now. "STAY THE HELL DOWN!" Ingrid screamed to a chorus of boos.

Ingrid then attempted to mount on the laying Karla, and then attempt to do alternated punches between her left and right arms on Karla's face, unleashing a lot of Fury in each punch.

[Monsy]

The shout fell on rung ears, and little stopped Ingrid from turning her over, mounting then raining down that first fist. The maiden shot sent ripples through her cheek. Her head turned one way. Then the other. Aches seized her cheekbone like a sinus headache and her gums turned swollen. That lipstick smothered at the corners and she yelped back to life. A hand came up to catch their right fist, then a second hand to seize their left. She’d lay there, eyes half-open and grit her teeth, trying to keep their fists from raising again. If only to clear the mud over her vision, brandish a weak corner smile and stab them with that murderous stare though needling hair. 〝What’s the matter, Hundchen?! You look a little tired!… Hahahaha…〞Laughter was weak and was followed by a cough. Perhaps she couldn’t do anything yet, but there was one thing she could do… That was to throw her shoulders up, if only for a second, and try to spit some red right in their face.

[Epicsnivy]

Ingrid was needless to say, quite infuriated with the redhead known as Karla Reinhardt ever since that massive Twitter debate they had where Ingrid questioned if Karla was even a serious wrestler. And if she didn't do the smart thing and just eat the pin and lose to someone who clearly outclassed her, then Ingrid was going to have to put her in her place. Striking was never Ingrid's forte, but she knew enough to hurt someone badly with it. It felt real nice smashing Kaela's cheeks in with her knuckles, even if pain started to shoot through them. Ingrid didn't care, this was extremely satisfying to her, just punching out someone she intensely dislikes as one of the many embarassing "pro wrestlers" that LAW has hired. She liked those first punches so much, she decided to give Karla seconds.

And then her right fist was caught by Karla's hand, and then her left. What the hell was happening? How did Karla find it in her from resisting her well deserved beatdown. And then Karla used the time to mock her. "Oh yeah, I'm going to make you eat shit!" The profanity of an angered Ingrid definitely came through, the artist booing a lady who they thought was way too much on her high horse. She struggled with Karla, wanting to rain down more punches.

And then Ingrid was pushed up by Karla's shoulders, who then spit some red substance in her face, causing Ingrid to immediately let go, the red substance had got into her eye, causing her to fall down to her back, and start Splashing around like a fish out of water. "AUGH! What the hell was that? AUGH!" Ingrid screamed, holding her face. What the hell did Karla do to her? She felt like she was going blind in one eye. Needless to say, she was completely vulnerable.

[Monsy]

Didn’t matter the tolerance to pain. A battered skull was broken lifeblood. Karla still had a glint over her eyes like she was fighting blind. Those fists pushed her deeper underwater. And the pain was like a hangover. Something like that made her feel more and less. She was only half-here, the other half, wanting to cry. Sitting up was like taking a bite out of herself, like all the weight in her head went right to the back, dragged her down, then as a knee turned over and planted on Ingrid’s chest, all that weight splashed into her forehead, and she fell forward. An arm outstretched, and she caught herself, and the hammer slammed into her face. Her eyes were ragged, gaping and half-empty. Deep breaths came out of her nose, the heave inside her chest shook. Her smile was laden with thin red ichor around the gums that swam around, brandished with pearly whites as she tried to plant her right hand on their throat. Was that even legal? “It was pain of your own making, Hundchen!! NOW IT’S MY TURN! HAHAHA!” Her left fist drew up; elbow pointed to the lights, then her fist arched up, shoulder back, then forward. She threw her entire left side into that punch, set to pound their visage right at that screaming mouth. As they had, she’d wind up for seconds, perhaps thirds, one for their cheek, another for the nose, each an explosion of honey in her knuckles, a sickening twist in her gut and a short laugh out her mouth.

[Epicsnivy]

Ingrid was laid out of the mat, her face covered in red, herself almost half blind by the red substance Karla Reinhardt decided to spit at here. So the Reinhardts were cheaters as well. She was in so much pain. That bitch cheated because she knew she couldn't beat Ingrid in a fair fight. And know she can't do anything about it.

Ingrid then felt her chest cave in, and because her vision was impaired, couldn't see the punches being thrown at her. Every punch, her cheeks vibrated, and soon enough, Ingrid started to cough up blood, that blended in with the red substance until it dirtier the mat. This was the receiving end of a No Holds Barred Beatdown.

And sadly Ingrid couldn't do anything as Karla punched away at her face. She could only pray that Karla would be done soon.

[Monsy]

Muscle and bone rained on her opponent’s face. The knuckles swelled up red, purple pierced in the centre, some black and even green. The crack felt like breaking your hand over and over with every hit. It was worth every bit to see that mouth turn to a pool, so she continued to yell, laugh and swing until she bled dry of stamina. When the fist-storm broke, Karla’s shoulders deflated into a slump. She grabbed handfuls of Ingrid’s collar, fingernails like shovels against the skin, wanting a tear. “Get up.” They’d tug together, Karla’s knees shifted back, a foot touched down, then another pull and Karla mounted both her feet, Ingrid in tow. She wanted them to stand, just once more if they could. And if her desires are met, then Karla would let go and dial her left foot back. “Hit me!” She’d lean forward and tap her own chin. “Right here, Hundchen! Swing! Kick! Punch!”

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There was a since of relief that went through Ingrid, her no holds barred beatdown from Karla finally ended, small spouts of blood on her face, it was in such incredible pain from the beatdown. Ingrid's body shook, she slowly got up, slowly pulling up to her feet. And then Karla taunted her. So Ingrid got into a fighting stance. "Oh you are gonna eat this." Ingrid said in rage.

Ingrid then launched a left hook to the face of Karla, with the punch itself looking very sloppy.

[Monsy]

Stand she may, and swing she shall. A left fist meteored into her skull and cracked off her cheekbone. Pain beat its lively heart. Her head swung, lips pursed, an eye closed, and a foot retreated. The ends of her toes stabbed the canvas, pinned herself upright. Her upper body wobbled, arms went stiff at her side, and one fell to her thigh to grab and hold steadfast. Velvet tress brushed over, and she could hear two pulses. One inside her chest, another in her face. She hissed, a hand peppered the swollen impact zone, which was infected with swollen and ugly reddish purple. And a trickle that oozed out, almost like a thin jelly. She saw that on her hand, then reset her expression. Flat. Then angry. And with that retreated leg, she donned the bladed stance and replied with her own left straight, aimed for their nose. She yelled, almost rabid, and even with proverbial mud over her eyes, she had the instinct to throw true. Or maybe she didn’t… Power was all that concerned her now. Land where it may.

[Epicsnivy]

Ingrid smacked Karla with a heavy handed punch, and she looked at the swolleness that had laid itself onto the Redhead's face. Ingrid looked smug at her handiwork. She was particularly proud of this after all the pain that Karla had caused her. She will win and humble Karla no matter what it takes.

And Karla was bout to test that out, cracking Ingrid right across the nose with a punch of her own. The force caused Ingrid to step back a few steps, "EAUGH!" Ingrid yelped as she stared at her nose. It was disfigured.

Ingrid was stunned, as her nose was broken.
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[Monsy]

The bite down on her knuckles like tightly packed sand. A crack, mould, and she’d contort their face. Now that was control. The drug she craved. Her smile found its footing. “Everything alright?” Karla asked. She slumped forward, and her hands fell on her bent knees. Hair draped at her head’s flanks, and sucked in a galloon of air with each heave. She licked her red teeth, then clicked her tongue. “My, my, you’re hurt. How enchanting…” Her laughter crowed, but now she stood upright, “However, your makeover has just begun… Lets continue it, shall we?”

Now she’d walk forward, head-on, interlocking her fingers, putting her palm out and bridging from her chest. When those hands came apart, she’d try to tie up with Ingrid, then storm forward with echoing stomps. She wanted them against the ropes, where she’d release, and gun for Ingrid’s face; with her hands against their cheeks and thumbs to apply pressure on that disfigured facial snake they call a bone.