Underground fighting: Black Venus vs ???

[armandi]

Venus was on the verge of collapse and unconsciousness. She had absorbed a brutal barrage of blows to the midsection—punches that had completely devastated her. Her opponent then dragged her barely-standing body in front of the crowd, demanding they decide her fate. It seemed the crowd might spare her further torment when a message arrived on Mitzi’s phone. Upon hearing the alert, her opponent rushed to check the offer; she appeared genuinely surprised by what she read. For a moment, Venus was left to herself, struggling for breath, her body battered and drenched in sweat. Her vision was blurred, as if she were still trapped in a haze of pain and disorientation.

Her opponent briefly stepped out of the ring to retrieve an extra length of rope; upon finding it, she returned and grabbed the German wrestler by the arm, intending to position her in the corner. Uuuhhh...!!!! Venus was completely at Mitzi’s mercy. A knee strike to the stomach drove her deeper into the corner. But it didn't end there; Mitzi grabbed the rope and began binding the German woman’s body against the turnbuckles. The crowd went wild, cheering in disbelief at what was about to unfold. A portion of the audience—though truly a small minority—was horrified by what they were witnessing. However, the fight was taking place in an underground ring; there was no referee to halt the bout upon seeing the devastation and the other wrestler's inability to defend herself. Consequently, Venus was now completely at Mitzi’s mercy. She had been bound. Then, her opponent grabbed the German woman's mask and began to pull it off. Venus, seemingly retaining enough consciousness to feel the pain, groaned while pleading for the mask to remain in place.

"Nnnnnghhhh…!!!!! No…!!!!! Nnnghhh..!!!!! Stop it…!!!!!”

But at that moment, there was nothing she could do. Her massive arms were pinned in the corner. Her thick, muscular thighs were struggling to keep her upright; were it not for the ropes, she surely would have collapsed onto the mat. Finally, with a single yank, the mask was torn from the German woman's head, revealing her exhausted, battered, sweat-drenched face… It was a shocking sight. Now, everyone could see who had truly been hiding beneath that mask: Karen Adams—a wrestler who had claimed several victories in the underground ring over recent weeks, breaking and destroying her previous opponents, was now experiencing the very same treatment she had once inflicted on others, only with far greater force.

Spoiler

Uuughhh..!!! Then, the first blow struck her already battered and bruised midsection. It seemed as though the impact of the enemy's fist drove her stomach inward. Karen’s body buckled; she had no chance to defend herself or dodge, trapped as she was by the ropes—the turnbuckle blocking her escape behind her, and her attacker pressing the assault from the front. The last of the air was forced from her lungs and gut. Karen spat onto the mat.

Then came another blow to the gut. Aaagghhh…!!!!! Karen groaned, arching her back as her midsection shuddered under the impact. The pain shattered her focus. The ropes behind her offered no escape, no cushioning—only a cruel frame holding her in place while Mitzi worked her over like a punching bag.

Uuughhh...!!!! A third blow landed even deeper; Karen’s mouth parted in a strained groan, and her abs spasmed violently as the breath was driven from her lungs once more.

Sweat clung even more heavily to her body; her flushed face tilted upward, lips parted as she gasped for air. She tried to catch her breath, but it was all but impossible. Her toned midsection—once a source of such pride and seeming invincibility—now quivered under Mitzi’s ruthless fists. There was no mercy in those blows, only calculation.

"Nnnnghh...!!!!" Karen whimpered, her voice low and indistinct, barely audible over the crowd's reaction.

Then came another blow—uggghhh...!!!!—another direct hit, and Karen could have sworn she saw a flash of white as she doubled over even further, her muscles clenching in a mix of agony and stubborn resistance.

[Fairy Dragon]

Karen had no words for her once she was unmasked only pained gasps and coughing as her midsection was put under constant pressure of Mitzi's relentless attacks. Knowing who she was did nothing for Mitzi, she was ordered to crush her and crush her she would. She did so without hesitation throwing more punches and smashing Karen's body until the women was struggling to look up at her, and nowhere close to ending things as her punches found paydirt. She finally stopped attacking with just her fists and threw in a knee for good measure to really make Karen feel the power she possessed before she'd back to the center of the ring giving her space to rush in and do a jumping knee into Karen's body much like she did Matilda.

"Think you can hold out forever? Somehow I doubt that." Mitzi said as her knee smashed into Karen before ran back to the center so she could run back at Karen and hit her with another knee, then without saying a word would run to the opposite corner and instead of running in and hitting a knee she would run and then throw her entire body into her next attack, letting her body be a flying battering ram to Karen's belly.

[armandi]

It was something both terrible and terrifying. Karen had surely never experienced such humiliation as she did today. It was, without a doubt, the worst day she had ever endured during her time in underground fighting—perhaps even the worst and most humiliating day of her entire career. Trapped in the corner, bound and defenseless, there was nothing she could do but take one brutal blow after another, serving as little more than a punching bag upon which her opponent unleashed all her rage and bloodlust. A relentless barrage of savage punches to her midsection had all but shattered her, yet her opponent made it clear that this was far from over. Karen was teetering on the brink of losing consciousness; the pain tearing through her abdomen and internal organs was both indescribable and relentless. Gasping for air, still trapped and bound in the corner, she was in no state to fight, think, or even move.

And then came something even more monstrous and terrifying. Ugggggh…!!!! The opponent’s knee drove deep into her abdomen—an area already incredibly sensitive, bruised, and throbbing with pain. Karen groaned, attempting to arch her back, but it proved impossible; the corner and the turnbuckle severely restricted any movement of her spine, rendering such an action completely unachievable. Her torso shuddered under the impact, the agony shattering what little focus she had left. To make matters worse, the ropes binding her offered no chance of escape and provided not a shred of cushioning—they served only as a merciless barrier, pinning her in a dire predicament.

Ugggggggh…!!!! Gathering momentum, her opponent struck with her knee a second time, wreaking further havoc on the German woman’s midsection. The blows seemed to inflict such deep, horrific trauma that a full recovery—if even possible—would be an agonizingly long process. It appeared that only the fact that she was bound kept Karen upright; she hung there, limp and completely at the mercy of whatever her opponent had in store for her.

Aaaaggggghhh…!!!! Moving with the momentum of a freight train, Mitzi once again slammed into the wreckage that was, by this point, Karen’s midsection—her internal organs left in ruins. Was this the end? In truth, Karen couldn’t have answered that; she was lost in a realm of excruciating pain and disorientation, where thoughts—and any signals from the outside world—barely, if at all, managed to reach her…

The crowd had surely guessed how this bout would conclude, but no one had anticipated such utter devastation. Even the promoter himself seemed less impressed than genuinely taken aback; what was unfolding in the ring had far exceeded his wildest expectations. Yet, the objective had been met: the money he’d invested in the spectacle was already safely in his pocket—and then some, having been multiplied many times over…