Bottomless Rage: Wyvern vs. Eris Greyrat

[Hills]

Wyvern feels empty. The cold void that has consumed her mind leaves no trace of any emotion that could warn her. Neither the deranged joy that had come from believing she had found a kindred spirit nor the pyroclastic rage accompanying the realization that she had been wrong exist within her at this moment. Conscious thought itself is barely present. There's no crowd. No ring. For the Irishwoman, all of reality is condensed into the sparse space between her and her opponent. There is only one thing: the fight. Her fist rains down blow after blow, crushing Eris's head against the canvas and carving furrows into her cheeks and brow with its barbed shroud. As she pulls back her hand for a final, merciless hammerblow, the brief pause causes her to notice movement from the corner of her view.

*Slap*

A weak hand hits the canvas.

*Slap*

Once. Twice. Her opponent is giving up. Despite Wyvern's viciousness in the ring, her violence is bound within the rules. Normally, that alone would be enough to make her stop. Running on automatic, however, causes Wyvern to think only in binaries. There is no prediction of the future, no attempt to read intent. The bell has not rung. The match has not ended until Eris's hand strikes thrice, and after the last moments of hell she's struggling to land the third. The hammer falls like a meteor.

*Slap*

The binary flips. The bell rings. Wyvern's fist halts a centimeter from Eris's face, one sharp spike pressing into the Mad Dog's nose just far enough to draw a trickle of blood. Placing her free hand to the side of her opponent's head, Wyvern pushes herself up and off of Eris before rising to her feet. The pain of her injuries begins to flood back as her mind returns to its normal state, but none of this shows in her face and body language. Pain was a part of her. She can feel the referee approaching from the right to raise her hand before abruptly switching sides to avoid touching the bloody barbed wire. Even as the referee lifts her arm and declares her victory, the Irishwoman's attention is locked onto the Mad Dog, an unreadable expression on her face. When she's finally released, she turns to go, beginning to absentmindedly unwrap the metal around her fist.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Eris was known to be savage and violent, a merciless woman who only wanted one thing, to instill fear in her opponents through force and the law of the strongest. But this way of fighting, acting and thinking was of no use against Wyvern who was simply stronger physically, technically and especially mentally compared to the Mad Dog.

This is the first time that the Mad Dog came across as a harmless little puppy, especially to the public. Eris was completely subdued by her opponent, even worse, the Irishwoman had created fear in Eris's mind and like all puppies would do under fear, they barked. They bark to dissuade their opponents, to show them that they are not afraid. But it was no use because Eris didn't dissuade anyone with her insults, not even the public.

A first blow struck Eris and despite all her efforts, she was not going to escape her punishment. She only had one option left to get out of this, give up, give up this match and as quickly as she could! Her hand quickly hit the ground but Wyvern followed with a second blow to Eris's face which greatly weakened her and brought tears to her eyes.

She managed to hit the mast a second time but the third was long, much too long for Wyvern who hit the redhead one last time before she could hit the ground for the third and last time in a row to give up. The referee acted quickly, entering the ring and declaring Wyvern the winner of the bloody match as the bell rang.

The Mad Dog was down, still lying on the ground, curled up on herself and barely conscious. She was in pain, extremely in pain and she was afraid. Little Wyvern, afraid of being hit by her again, afraid of meeting her icy and emotionless gaze again... It was undoubtedly the most humiliating and traumatic match for Eris who was quickly helped by a member of the staff , helping the young wrestler out of the ring and went to get treatment while Wyvern could enjoy her victory and the congratulations of the public.