Bottomless Rage: Wyvern vs. Eris Greyrat

[Hills]

The satisfying *crunch* of an opponent's nose giving way to her knee is a familiar sensation, one that she would never get tired of. The severe hit is a fair trade for her eye, in her opinion; it would take a more tactical opponent to exploit that for all it was worth, and Eris had shown herself too aggressive to take full advantage of it. Satisfied with the outcome of the exchange, Wyvern doesn't put up too much of a fight when the Mad Dog lands a kick to her stomach, accepting the break as the two are forced away from each other. Seeing the realization dawn on her opponent's face as blood trickles down into her mouth, Wyvern smiles unpleasantly.

"See? Tastes bad. You getting enough iron?"

Despite the playfully facetious taunt, Wyvern has already begun strategizing for the next stage of the fight. Her eye is already beginning to swell shut, limiting her field of vision and denying her depth perception. And no matter how much Wyvern hit her opponent, she refused to go down. The irony of the situation is not lost on the tenacious wrestler. She had been on the opposite side of that equation many a time. She reassumes her stance, bringing her arms up and spreading her legs. This wasn't going to be resolved through fancy tricks. All she had to do was hit harder and take more than her opponent.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Eris used to bleed but not in the face. Her various wounds on her back didn't look embarrassing at the moment unlike the pain on her nose. She wiped the blood from her nose with her arm, confirming to her opponent that she had regained consciousness, at least enough to be able to think and reflect rather than rush into the pile as she used to show since the start of this match. .

Eris' breathing was slightly faster than usual and her gaze was murderous. She wanted to throw herself wildly at her opponent but she was getting this channeled, at least for now. She had to learn to use that rage and not let it overwhelm her, but that was easier said than done! However, she found what she was going to do in the rest of the match, thanks to the last words of her opponent, she was going to use the metal ropes around them to continue to cut the skin of this insolent.

"Shut up !"

After a small growl, Eris threw herself on her opponent and was about to give a series of front kicks on her opponent's stomach, her goal was simple, push her opponent back to bring her closer to the ropes. She didn't give a damn about the damage her kicks could do, the most important thing was the knockback.

[Hills]

Her words were having an effect, her opponent far too easily riled up and prone to giving up all conscious thought when she did so. Still, the English wrester was neither brainless nor incompetent, and she was learning as her flaws were exploited. Aiming to continue aggravating her opponent, Wyvern smiles as Eris visibly holds back from simply lunging at her, the expression cruel and condescending. Self assured and unimpressed, heedless of her own battered eye and numerous injuries. Despite how much pain she must be in, she stands tall.

"So, you can learn, huh? I was beginning to-"

Whatever further taunts Wyvern had planned are interrupted as Eris makes her attack, throwing herself into a series of kicks aimed at the Irishwoman's stomach. Such a direct attack is easy enough to deal with, Wyvern hunching down and bringing her hands together to protect her core, but she realizes too late that the kicks themselves were never the threat. Metal slices into her flesh once again, and while pain meant little to her, with no warning it's like being thrown into ice water. In her moment of surprise, Wyvern sucks in a breath and momentarily drops her composure, giving Eris a chance to capitalize.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Even in anger, Eris found a way to gradually regain the advantage and this time, it was without using her fists. The redhead chained front kicks on her opponent's stomach, not trying to hurt her but to push her back until her back was against the ropes. Now that Wyvern was suffering, Eris could show her true colors again and take advantage of the slight moment of weakness coming from her opponent.

"YOU ARE DEAD !"

Eris could now let the rage within her come out, first hitting her opponent's jaw with an uppercut to stun her then kicking her legs to sweep her off her feet and make her fall sitting on her butt. With any luck, her opponent's back could be sliced from the bottom up as he fell to inflict even greater pain. the redhead would take the opportunity to growl in rage and if her opponent was seated, she would grab her by her hair and rub the back of her opponent's neck and shoulders against the rope.

“I will leave you with wounds that will stay on your body for life!!”

[Hills]

Eris's plan works perfectly, Wyvern's second of hesitation giving her the opening she needs to press the attack, stun the Irishwoman, and drop her onto her arse while the barbed wire of the ring ropes carve thick furrows into her back. By the time she fully regains her senses, her enraged opponent has already seized her by the hair and begun dragging her back and forth over the sharpened metal, inflicting further injury. At first, she seems almost completely unaffected. As Eris screams in her face, however, the thin smile that has stayed on her face even as the larger ones receded fades, her expression regaining the blank neutrality it had prior to the start of the match. She responds, her tone level despite the brutality and pain Eris inflicts with her continued shaking.

"...Of course you will. Isn't that the whole point? Every wound is a memory, every scar a story. The pain, the blood, the violence...it's its own reward. What's the point if it all just fades away?!"

Wyverns arms suddenly come to life, whipping forward as she tries to seize Eris by the shirt and pull her in closer, their faces nearly touching. There's a manic glint in Wyvern's eyes as she continues, heedless of the blood pouring down her back.

"You feel it too, don't you? Everything else, it's all...grey. Dull. Inside the ring we're real. What happens here leaves its mark. In here...we're alive."

[Bearhug Goddess]

Eris grabbed her opponent by the hair and shook her head to rub Wyvern's neck and shoulders against the sharp ropes behind her. Eris, who showed her wild side, tried to provoke her opponent to make her want to fight such a painful match. She expected to see pain on her face, to see tears fall, and to see fear for Eris.

But her opponent was not like the others.
Her opponent was Wyvern, a wrestler who wouldn't be afraid of that sort of thing.

Eris growled in frustration, which meant that she was slowly regaining consciousness and losing her wild side. Not a good sign, it meant she was mentally losing to her opponent. The growls grew louder as her face came close to her opponent's and she turned her anger into something she knew was better used, anger.

"SHUT UUUP !!"

She pulled her head back slightly to headbutt her in the face, trying to lightly knock her opponent out while clearing her head. She then stood up, grabbing Wyvern by the hair with both hands and turning her around, putting her back to Eris and facing the barbed wire.

"What a weirdo! If you want to be marked so bad, I'm going to leave you a mark for everyone to see! YOU CAN TELL THIS MARK CAME FROM ME, BITCH!!"

Eris screamed in rage before pushing her opponent's face back against the ropes. This time it wasn't the back or shoulders that were targeted but the face! If Wyvern didn't fight hard enough, she risked receiving a scar on her face for a long time, or even the rest of her life!

[Hills]

Eris's succinct response to her...interesting...perspective on wrestling causes the manic light to fade from Wyvern's eyes, bringing her expression fully back to how it was before the beginning of the match. Blank lucidity returns, but her smile from before does not. For a moment, she just feels tired. The fresh wounds on her back leak thin streams of blood, the sting of salty sweat mixing into her injuries almost comforting in its familiarity despite her dire state. The Irishwoman's fingers slacken around Eris's shirt, allowing the English wrestler to easily pull free and headbutt her. When Eris pulls back, Wyvern's eyes are unfocused, and she doesn't resist as Eris grabs her hair. All that's left is an empty void. There's no fear. No anger. No hate. Just a yawning, cavernous emptiness behind those eyes. Eris is able to swing her around to face the barbed wire with no trouble.

"I see."

When the Mad Dog tries to shred her opponent's face with the barbed wire lining the ring, however, she finds her push abruptly stopped partway down, Wyvern's eyes mere centimeters from the metal. Even from this disadvantageous position, Wyvern's monstrous strength allows her to brace herself and prevent further injury. Unseen, she grits her teeth, and her eyes reallign once more into the deadly focus that signifies her most dangerous state.

"You don't get it."

The words are quiet, the emphasis slight, but prove to be the calm before the storm. With an explosive burst of strength, Wyvern whips around. Her hair, slick with blood, slips through Eris's hands enough to let Wyvern rotate onto her side, lifting one elbow and trying to drive her elbow into her opponent's temple!

[Bearhug Goddess]

Eris didn't try to understand her opponents, all she wanted was to hit people, hurt them and show that she was strong. Although this type was not common among wrestlers or even people in general, it was not impressive to people who had no emotions, like her opponent.

Even though Eris had the advantage due to her position and the blow she was going to make, her arms were easily stopped by the strength of her opponent who seemed to have hidden her true power. This made Eris growl in frustration who tried as best she could to push her opponent with her arms but it was useless because Wyvern turned around and gave a powerful elbow to Eris's temple.

“NGH?!!!”

The mad dog's arms let go of her and her head began to wobble... Unless it was just her vision? She didn't know, upon receiving this blow Eris was almost knocked out, without even understanding what had just happened to her. Everything around her seemed slow and yet her body didn't want to respond to her demands...

Eris's foot landed behind her but her body didn't seem like it could support its own weight, causing Eris to fall to the ground, lying on her side. She slowly and slowly began to return to normal but all she could do was growl softly, as if the Mad Dog had just turned into a little purring cat.

[Hills]

To say that Wyvern had been hiding her power wouldn't be precisely true. The Irishwoman's immense strength was already becoming the subject of rumors among her fellow wrestlers and those who followed them, and she had done nothing to hold that raw power back throughout the pitched battle with Eris. But the fight thus far had been pure enjoyment for her; strikes given and taken, barbs both literal and figurative exchanged. These dangerous battles were what Wyvern lived for, and in the moment, she had thought only of the fight. Eris's rejection had snapped her out of this brief moment of pleasure. A cold fury had taken its place. Her strength was a weapon; wielded haphazardly it was merely dangerous. But used with focus, and it was an entirely different story.

Having forced her opponent off, Wyvern rolls back onto her stomach and places her hands on the blood-soaked canvas beneath her. After taking a moment to get her balance on the slick ring, she pushes herself up to her feet with slow, deliberate movements. She turns her head towards Eris, a sleight narrowing of her eyes the only external indication of her rage to the onlookers and cameramen. If the Englishwoman is able to meet her gaze, however, she alone can see the frozen depths of hell locked behind the stare.

"Why, then? What did you expect? A one-sided beatdown? A chance to bully people weaker than you?"

Almost casually, the vicious wrestler reaches one hand to the side, grabbing a fistful of the barbed wire spiderwebbing between the main braids replacing the ring ropes. Without flinching, she violently tugs at it, tearing some away from the larger structure. With deliberate slowness, she begins wrapping it around her hand, tightly enough to pierce through the tape cushioning her fist and dying it crimson where it penetrates deeply enough.

"You picked the wrong fight, 'Mad Dog.' You may have been the toughest monster in your little yard, but LAW's practically an ocean in comparison. You're swimming with sharks, now. And we can smell blood."

Ominous threat delivered, Wyvern drives her wire-wrapped fist down, aiming to spike Eris's head into the canvas. If this works, she doesn't stop at just one, pounding again and again with careful aim and enraged power!

[Bearhug Goddess]

The last blow Eris had received was powerful enough to knock her to the ground, groaning in pain and easing her anger. She didn't know what to think anymore, her brain was filled with quite strange thoughts... It was the first time she doubted herself, especially in a match that was supposed to be her favorite field. It was as if... as if Wyvern had just destroyed all of the mad dog's confidence.

Eris obviously straightened up to get back on her feet and met the gaze of her opponent who now seemed more imposing, more cruel and more... Menacing. For the first time, Eris's instinct told her to run away... But she has never run away from a duel in her life! So that was the fear...

“Don’t fuck with me...!”

The redhead's voice seemed trembling, it was the first time that the wild wrestler nicknamed the "Mad dog" had been tamed... She now looked like a harmless little dog. And like any little puppy, Eris threw herself at her opponent to face her fear, she didn't know what fleeing was and didn't want to flee!

But it was a big mistake on her part, the Irishwoman completely dominated the Englishwoman mentally and took the opportunity to land a powerful punch on her skull, with her fist surrounded by barbed wire to counter the blow of her fists. Eris. The redhead's eyes began to lose their glow and she then fell to the ground. Her opponent took the opportunity to get on top of her and continue to hit her as violently as ever while Eris barely defended herself, moving her arm to try to push back the Irish woman who had just completely overpowered Eris.

"Uggggggh........"

It was only a matter of seconds before Eris's arm started pounding on the ground with a weak look and a bloodied face. Her hand hit the mat once... Twice... But she seemed to have difficulty with this third blow which was slightly longer, long enough to receive a final blow at this moment which could surely knocking her out the second after she gave up.