Underground fighting: Black Venus vs ???

[armandi]

Underground fighting: no limits

It seemed like nothing interesting would happen today. Yet, a surprise was in store... Karen received an unexpected call from an old acquaintance. He simply told her to show up at 10 PM at a venue she knew well, as there was an opponent ready to fight. Karen had already fought there seven times; so far, she had faced no trouble defeating the opponents put in her path. Plus, there was a chance to earn some extra money. Karen packed her gear and wrestling outfit into her bag; since it was already late and she had to travel to the venue, she hopped on a bus and headed over. The area outside the club was already bustling with a crowd. Karen quickly made her way to the locker room and put on her black wrestling outfit. A quick warm-up, a fast match, and the paycheck—that was what awaited her tonight. Shouts could be heard from the hallway, as if people were placing bets on who would win. Most likely, they would field another weak wrestler whom she could crush with a few blows before quickly collecting her pay. Karen peeked out into the hallway, curious to see how the betting was going.

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A moment later, the fight organizer arrived at her dressing room. He told the German woman she would receive $1,000 for the bout. She simply had to finish off her opponent as quickly as possible, just as she had done before. He also told her she needed to give it her all, as he had wagered a large sum on her and had no intention of losing it.

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The hallway and the room containing the ring were crowded with people shouting and eager to see a fierce bout—and to make some money.

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Karen knew the organizer would soon arrive to escort her to the ring, so she stood before the mirror, pulled on a black mask, and put on a T-shirt. From that moment on, she became the "Black Venus"—the ring name she had adopted while fighting at this club. The German woman stretched a few times to prepare for the bout, then flexed her muscles; she was in excellent shape.

The black latex mask was actually the promoter's own idea; he knew full well that Black Venus was a strong, resilient, and determined wrestler who had no trouble defeating opponents in the underground ring. To make the matches more spectacular and level the playing field, the promoter introduced certain handicaps for her: the latex mask was designed to reduce her stamina, restrict her oxygen intake, limit her field of vision, and accelerate both physical and mental fatigue.
Yet, Black Venus saw no problem with this at all.

Just then, the organizer entered and announced it was time to head to the ring. The Black Venus made her way down a crowded corridor, hearing the roar of cheers and applause. At the end of the hallway lay a large, open space resembling an industrial warehouse, with the ring standing in the center. A boisterous crowd surrounded the ring. The German woman jogged toward it, waving and greeting the spectators.

As she approached the ring, the Black Venus grabbed the top rope and vaulted over it. She then stripped off her short black T-shirt and tossed it into the crowd.

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Then she tensed her muscles.

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and waved to the audience.

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At that moment, she heard the announcer’s introduction: "...weighing 85 kg and standing 185 cm tall, the Black Venus..."

The German woman walked over to the corner, gave the two ropes a sharp tug, then turned around and began impatiently awaiting her opponent, who was sure to appear any moment.

[Fairy Dragon]

Just because LAW suited her purposes didn't mean she was against keeping her employment in other places. After all it all helped out in the end and a corporation didn't deserve any exclusive loyalty if they weren't putting it in the contract and giving you the necessary compensation to offset it. So was the logic by Black Venus' opponent who slowly walked out to the entrance once it was her cue. She had a special contract in line, she was hired because she wasn't one or fanare or showboating and apparently she was told to make sure this bitch suffered and more importantly....lost

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So that's what Mitzi Roth would do.

Out came the prizefighter to applause as the crowd was very familiar with her especially after her performances in LAW, where so far only her debuting opponent Camilla managed to really put up a fight against her and that was because Mitzi was paid to put on a show, with Nayla and Matilda she was told to prove a point and win. So she did, with Matilda the German put up a little fight early on but once Mitzi got going she had the poor thing helpless in minutes and flattened shortly afterwards. With Nayla, the vet wasn't even able to hit her once and hadn't been seen since the loss. So anyone who saw her marching down the ring started to feel very worried for Black Venus or were celebrating what they thought would be her destruction. Mitzi didn't care, that was their problem she just entered the arena and stood in the center staring down her opponent. "My contract tonight said that you had to be crushed. I guess you angered someone? Not that it matters, either way this won't go well or you." Mitzi said, treating her statement like a fact.

[armandi]

Black Venus scanned the distance for the opponent she was set to face that day; she tried to focus, but knowing this underground fight club and its promoter, she was certain they would field another weakling—a novice whom she would dominate with a few heavy blows, battering her body like a punching bag until she was left pulverized, as if put through a meat grinder. Convinced of a quick victory, she decided—even before stepping into the ring—to place an extra $500 bet on herself, certain she would multiply the money in no time. All she had to do was destroy the novice who was bound to appear any moment.

Suddenly, she saw the crowd parting in the distance and spotted a woman walking toward the ring. *Finally, my opponent has appeared,* she thought. Black Venus watched her closely—observing every movement and facial expression. The rival seemed quite powerfully built and massive. The German woman bounced lightly on her feet, warming up for the bout.

As the woman drew closer to the ring, it felt as though Black Venus had seen her somewhere before—but where? She couldn't quite recall. Was she perhaps a wrestler from LAW? Or had she seen her elsewhere? It would be a welcome change to finally fight someone who was at least a little more challenging.
Clearly, part of the crowd knew her, as she was greeted with applause and cheers.

Finally, her opponent moved right up to the ring, climbed through the ropes, and took her place in the center of the ring.

Black Venus bounced on the balls of her feet a couple more times. She felt great. She tried to stay focused while standing in her corner. *I need to hurry,* she thought; *the paycheck is waiting.* Then, the German woman moved toward the center of the ring. Her rival was already there. It looked as though their busts were nearly touching—and a moment later, they were practically pressed against each other. Suddenly, the opponent shouted something, seemingly trying to draw attention to herself by mentioning a contract. The German woman furrowed her brows. She turned her head left and then right, as if stretching. After a moment’s thought, she shouted back with a sneer: "I don't care about your contract...!!! I'm here to win, whether you like it or not...!!!!... Get ready... because this is definitely going to hurt...!!!" she said, taunting her adversary.

The promoter stood outside, watching it all unfold. He was pleased with what he had arranged for the evening, while also hoping that everything would go according to plan. And that he’ll make a fortune from this fight.

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Black Venus glanced toward the crowd. She raised her powerful arm, flexing her muscles—as if to demonstrate to both the audience and her rival that, today, those very muscles would do the heavy lifting and crush the enemy. At the same time, she ignored her opponent, stepping aside and moving along the ropes as if to circle the ring—while, of course, remaining inside it. Flexing her muscles, she gestured for the crowd to cheer. A portion of the audience began to chant, "Venus...!!!! Venus...!!! Venus...!!!", though there were also shouts of disapproval and audible jeers.

In the distance, the sound of the opening gong rang out. Black Venus paused and glared angrily at her opponent. She raised one hand halfway and rapidly wiggled her fingers. A moment later, she raised her other hand, also wiggling her fingers vigorously—as if inviting her rival to a test of endurance, hoping she would accept the challenge for an initial clash of strength...

[Fairy Dragon]

Mitzi could tell that whoever this was, they didn't seem to know who she was. Not that Mitzi needed any validation, her goal was victory not fame. She let Venus gloat and showboat while the crowd who knew her cheered to a mild response, only a glance of acknowledgement that she heard their words. Once the fight would start she'd look at her phone to see if she had been given any requests for the bout then put down and go forward to meet Black Venus head on, who challenged her to a test of strength. Mitzi rolled her shoulders before moving in to lock arms with her opponent.

Soon she was met with her opponents own power and tried to match it, forcing Venus to give her more if she wanted to keep standing. She then tried to force Venus down by amping up the pressure and pushing forward, seeing if she could get her or to back up to bring her down to a knee to give her better control, all while staring into the empty mask of her foe without much of an expression change besides excersion.

[armandi]

Right at the start of the match, the Black Venus wanted to test her rival—or perhaps even humiliate her—by demonstrating her strength through a shove against the ropes; that was the idea behind initiating the bout with a test of strength. Her opponent evidently accepted the challenge, extending her hands as well. As their hands locked, the struggle began. Venus felt strong resistance and significant pressure, yet she held her ground and began pushing back against Mitzi. She tried to steadily increase the pressure and drive forward. At first, it seemed she had gained a little ground, though that impression proved deceptive.

The German wrestler pushed and exerted force against her rival, tensing her muscles all the while. Their locked hands shifted up and down; they moved close to the opponent's body before pushing away and swinging back toward Venus. It looked as though their chests touched when their hands spread wide, while their bodies seemed to pull apart as their hands drew inward. The test of strength raged on as the crowd watched these two titans grapple and strain against one another, vying to prove who possessed more power and who could withstand the pressure the longest. Venus smiled, knowing things were going exactly as planned.

Suddenly, Mitzi seemed to shift her grip slightly; she gave a sharp tug to alter the angle of pressure and began bearing down on Venus from above. This caused the German woman to stagger, forcing her to take a step back. Venus hissed, "Tchhh…!" Mitzi increased the pressure, forcing Venus down onto one knee. "Damn it…!" she screamed. "Not so fast…" Gritting her teeth and tensing her muscles, the German let out a furious roar—"Raaaahhh…!"—summoning every ounce of energy to try and stand back up. It seemed as though Venus had hidden reserves of immense energy she now had to tap into to avoid losing ground; even as her opponent bore down on her, Venus’s arms and biceps trembled as they strained upward. While her mask concealed the outward signs of her exertion, a veritable storm of power raged beneath it. Her opponent kept pressing down, yet one could see Venus’s knee lift off the mat as her leg—trembling—fought its way back to a standing position. "You bitch…!" she yelled, attempting to regain her original stance and anchor her feet firmly to the mat.

If that worked, Venus would try to alter her strategy. The German wrestler decided to suddenly break off the test of strength. She yanked her hands with all her might, trying to tear them free from the hold. If the maneuver succeeded, she would instantly grab her opponent's head and lock in a side headlock. Once secured, she would use her powerful arm to bear down on her rival's head with full force, crushing and grinding it, inflicting intense pain in the process...

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