Bottomless Rage: Wyvern vs. Eris Greyrat

[Hills]

W Y V E R N vs. Eris Greyrat
Match Type: Barbed Wire
Rules: No disqualification. Ring ropes are replaced with barbed wire. Match ends via pinfall or submission.

Wyvern sits patiently in a chair along one wall of the gorilla position, ignoring the movement and conversations around her. With meticulous precision, she finishes the final layer of tape around the fingers of her left hand. Securing the end of the tape, she extends her arm out and clenches her fist a few times, making sure that she has the proper mixture of protection and flexibility. As always, there are no issues. The process and the check are done by rote, attended to only at the edge of her consciousness. She's done this more times than she can count; something would need to be seriously off before she made a substantial mistake in the process.

Hearing the echo of the bell from the arena beyond the entrance tunnel, Wyvern stands and moves to the side of it, waiting for the previous wrestlers to pass through. She pays no heed to the wide berth granted to her by the techs in the area, but still moves out of the way without looking before a distracted worker rushes through the space she would have been. Leaning up against the wall, she watches silently as first one, then the other of the previous pairing pass back into the room, clearing the way for her entrance.

Wyvern's Theme

The lights around the arena grow dark before the first notes of Wyvern's theme begin blasting out, the only light provided by the glow of her titantron. After a few moments, the music intensifies, and deep red strobes erupt over the inside of the structure. As they do so, Wyvern strides out onto the stage, pausing for a moment before the ramp to cast an appraising look around the stadium before stalking down towards the ring. An unremarkable mixture of cheers and boos greet her, something she's more than used to and summarily ignores. The words of the announcer begin echo out, cutting through Wyvern's music.

"The following contest is set for one fall, and is a barbed wire match!" The crowd, hungry for blood, roars their approval far louder than they had for Wyvern's appearance. Introducing first..from Drogheda Ireland...weighing in at 137 lbs...now entering the ring...WYVERN!"

Lifting herself onto the ring apron, Wyvern runs a thumb across the wire replacing the ring ropes, nodding in satisfaction as it comes away slick with blood. Absentmindedly wiping the blood away on her thigh, the Irish wrestler rolls under the lowest wire before coming to her feet, slowly pacing in the middle of the ring as she awaits her opponent.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Eris was in the locker room, mentally preparing for her game tonight. A rather special match because it could be violent. It was therefore natural for a woman like Eris to accept this kind of bloody match, she was the first to beat her adversaries until they bled and ask for her forgiveness. The redhead didn't know what kind of person was capable of accepting this kind of match, especially in front of her, but she was motivated to give her a bad time.
People came knocking on Eris' dressing room to tell her that it was going to be her turn to come on stage. Eris got up and warmed up in front of the door, waiting for the announcer to call her name so that she could enter.

"And now, make way for the nicknamed "Mad dog", as violent as bloody, measuring 134 lbs for 5′7" tall, Eriiiiiiiiis Boreaaaaaaas!!"

Eris

Eris then showed up in front of everyone, to the cheers of some fans who encouraged Eris and asked him to bloody his opponent when the match had not yet started. She walked in a sure and determined way towards the ring, without greeting the public. She found herself facing the barbed wire strings and wasted no time lifting the middle string with two fingers to pass between the wires. She felt her fingers bleeding slightly and noticing it, she moved closer to her opponent to wipe her fingers close to her collar before pushing her by the shoulders. The two women exchanged no words at this time and Eris was just trying to be provocative. The mad dog was clearly looking down on her opponent, she wasn't angry yet but this match was going to be bloody, there was no reason for Eris not to get angry during this match and show her side again wild to his fans.

[Hills]

Wyvern stops pacing as Eris approaches her, not entirely dropping her guard but making no attempt to keep her distance as the redhead invades her space and attempts to provoke her. She dispassionately looks down at her collar as Eris wipes off her own blood on it, her expression not changing at all. Almost imperceptibly, her foot shifts back a few inches as she anticipates the incoming shove to her shoulder. It's like trying to push against a brick wall. Despite her slim figure, Wyvern is clearly packing tremendous power into her frame, and a light shove like this has no effect whatsoever. Finally making a real move in response to Eris's provocations, the Irish wrestler reaches one arm up and slides her thumb over the slick patch on her jacket, pulling away a bit of other wrestler's blood. Examining it for a moment, she flicks her tongue out and laps it off of her thumb, returning her gaze to Eris's face as she does so. A moment passes as she considers. Then she turns her head to the side and spits onto the ground, a faint pinkish tinge making the saliva stand out against the canvas.

"Your blood tastes filthy. Thin. You sure you can spare enough of it for a match like this?"

If the game is provocation, then Wyvern is fully capable of playing. Despite her aggressive words and actions, her tone remains level throughout, a monotone without inflection. She makes no attempt to push further, waiting to see how Eris reacts to her taunt.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Eris watched her opponent keeping her arms crossed, looking down at her to see his reaction. Unfortunately, his opponent remained impassive and licked the redhead's blood before spitting on the ground. She raised an eyebrow seeing her opponent react like that, it was so rude that it disgusted Eris, the carpet was now dirty with her opponent's drool.

"You're weird. I'll be happy to wipe your spit up by rubbing your face on it."

Eris stood with her arms crossed, looking at her opponent with a slight frown. She wasn't pissed enough to show her Mad Dog side but maybe it was going to happen in the sequel.

"DING"

The bell rang to start the match and Eris wasted no time, throwing herself at her opponent raising her knee to knee her opponent in the face to start the match.

"Eat this!"

[Hills]

"Then I don't see any happiness at all in your future."

Wyvern's answer is cold and unimpressed, still offering Eris little in the way of a useful response. The other wrestler is keeping a tight lid on her emotions, if she even has any at all about the situation. It's hard to tell. As the bell rings, Eris explodes into action. Wyvern, caught off-guard by the sheer speed and aggression of her opponent, takes a heavy knee shot to the chin. The force of the impact drives her back, her head folding up towards the ceiling from the blow.

Damn. She's not all talk.

Catching herself before she can fall over, Wyvern plants her back foot with all of her strength and reverses her momentum, snapping her upper body forward and driving her skull straight toward's Eris's face, aiming to return the favor with a hellacious headbutt!

[Bearhug Goddess]

Eris's kick found itself powerful enough to push her opponent back and change her gaze. Perfect, Eris was strong enough to beat this pretentious and cold woman. Unfortunately the redhead didn't have time to give her second attack when she took a powerful headbutt on her face, making her take a step back and feeling her nose prick.

"Hmmm?"

She stroked his nose and could feel a little hot, red liquid on her hand, blood. Her nose was bleeding, and it was enough for Eris to growl in rage as she threw herself on her opponent to tackle her to the ground and chained punches to her face in a violent way. Eris hated bleeding, it stained her clothes and worried her family, she hated it.

[Hills]

Wyvern's previously impassive face splits into a smile as Eris stumbles back, the slightest hint of teeth barely visible through the thin crack between her lips. Rather than immediately follow up, she lets Eris notice the thin trickle of blood emerging from her nose. Wyvern wasn't the type to put too much stock in concepts like "first blood," but there was a certain satisfaction that came from seeing the first sight of crimson flow from a wound she had inflicted. It meant the match had truly started.

Unfortunately, the Irish wrestler has little time to enjoy herself as Eris immediately pounces on her and begins raining down blows on her head. As the pair go down, Wyvern brings her arms up to cover her face, unable to stop every blow but mitigating the majority of the damage. As she does so, she reaches her legs up and wraps them around Eris's torso, locking them together and beginning to apply a crushing grip on her opponent's ribcage. At the same time, she drives one elbow upward, aiming to stab it into the soft flesh of Eris's underarm and push the appendage out of the way for a follow-up strike with her other fist to the redhead's chin.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Eris was not in the same state as at the start of the match, by showing her wild style the spectators quickly understood that Eris was showing her true face, that of the mad dog. In this state, Eris just wanted to knock out her opponent and she didn't intend to stop her punches, despite the fact that her opponent was protecting himself and attacking back.
The redhead groaned louder and louder taking hits but she wasn't going to stop there, in her state the pain was no reason to stop. If her punches failed to land her opponent, she would then clasp both hands together to form a large fist and strike her opponent's chest with several hammer blows, seeking to block her opponent's breathing.

[Hills]

Eris's continued ferocity under fire is enough to give Wyvern pause; it was rare indeed to find an open who could fight through her hits like this and keep going. Rare, but not unwelcome. As it becomes clear that Wyvern won't be able to force Eris off simply by striking her, her half-smile cracks apart into a wide, toothed grin. Hammerblows slamming into her chest don't disrupt the unpleasant expression, even as they disrupt her breath by battering the air from her lungs.

"Yes..." *Cough* "...YES! Come on!"

Punctuating her cry with a flurry of motion, Wyvern laces her fingers in front of her chest and catches Eris's next strike, bringing the blow to a halt before it can impact. After stalling her opponent's assault, she attempts to seize Eris by the wrists and pull her legs together under the Mad Dog's torso, if Eris isn't able to escape or counter quickly enough, the Irish Wrestler rolls backwards and kicks up, intending to launch Eris off of her and into the barbed wire surrounding the ring!

[Bearhug Goddess]

Eris then hit her opponent with all her strength on her chest but it didn't seem to stop her opponent or make her back down. On the contrary, she seemed to always ask for more, which the English girl gave her. Even though Eris was very good at punching, her opponent managed to stop her with both fists, blocking Eris' attacks. She growled in rage as she tried to free herself, paying no attention to her opponent's legs around her chest until she was pushed back against the barbed wire!

"Grrrrrr...!"

Eris looked like she was in pain, she wasn't wearing any lorud clothes so her skin was easily accessible. Her back slammed against the wires and Eris felt a strong sting on her back, causing her to straighten up to peel her back off the sharp wires and now feel her back being cut slightly. She continued to growl menacingly but the pain had calmed her slightly, she could now think about how to defend herself properly, if she remained a minimum calm.