Lizzie Borden Vs. Valentina Nieto - Defining Brutality

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Even in her state of utter disarray, Valentina knew the peril that awaited her as she returned. Would Lizzie simply pummel her upon said return with those fists that were already shown to be near literal hammers? Or perhaps even catch the blonde, and throw her near literally into the nosebleeds. With her head spinning side to side, both inside and out, the Spaniard forced herself not to give her bigger foe the option, as she again tried to put what speed advantage she had to her use.

With perhaps her general response catching Lizzie off guard given she would most certainly be expecting a numb foe, Valentina went for the obvious target.

The base of the oak tree before her.

Kicking out both legs as she returned, aiming for something of a dirty soccer-style tackle to the giant, Valentina let loose all hell through a scream, as she tried to ring both feet off on Lizzie's right shin!

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No crack in Lizzie's visage appeared. It was a trait that she had practiced, and honed, and perfected. In any situation, at any moment, she would have her usual look of stoic contempt on her face. But when Valentina went low, when she tried to slide at Lizzie's feet. Even if Lizzie's mind started racing like an Indy 500 car, her face did not change. Well, except for the fact that Lizzie's eyes started tracking down, following the motion of the woman as she attempted to sweep Lizzie off of her feet. Even more annoying was the scream. She enjoyed screams when they were of terror, when Lizzie had instilled fear into a woman. This was a scream of defiance. This was something that Lizzie was going to beat out of her.

The Nightmare stood strong. Lizzie flexed as hard as she could to try and resist the slide of the woman, and found herself very much on two feet by the time the motion stopped. Sure, her leg had moved backwards a little bit, and sure, there was a little bit of pain in her leg, but otherwise she was fine. Just like with Valentina's punches, Lizzie had managed it about as well as any woman could. And now play time was over.

Lizzie raised the foot that was just forced to treat, and sent it downwards in a stomp. Valentina would come to regret ever going near the ground while Lizzie was still standing. And the worse news was, the Nightmare had just begun.

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Her weight put behind that double foot-slide, Valentina was confident that atleast the leg she targeted would buckle under the attack, allowing the Spaniard a chance to work towards taking the giant down fully. No such luck, apparently.

Her feet pinging off that muscled thigh, the dirty haired blonde was left gazing upon Lizzie as if the figure before her was literally a god, basking in the light that shone above her. Raising her hand to try and actually cover said light, given her defence was already poor enough what with the much bigger woman gazing down upon her, Valentina would gain sight of her foe far too late to even brace her figure for that next attack.

Air pushing out of her as if she was but a balloon, the Spaniard recoiled and rolled in horror, almost as if Lizzie's raised foot was a shotgun blast hitting her in full force. Eyes nearly coming out of her head before they were clenched insanely tightly behind their eye lids, Valentina could but spasm and ache back and forth, practically weeping amidst her gasps thanks to Lizzie's intent on turning her abs to fine pulp.

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Down came Lizzie's foot, and with it all of the rage and frustration that had built up for so long. No, she was not a murderer. No, she was not a crazy person. No, she was not a psychopath. At least, not inherently. She had been pushed up right to the brink of all of those things, and it felt so satisfying, so liberating, to finally let it all out. Had she worn another's skin, she would have felt the urge to smile right about now, but that was not Lizzie's way. Not even close. She did not even show fatigue as she sent stomp after stomp down on her opponent with the attempt to break her in half.

Then Lizzie relented. It was something she had done before, and it was something that she would do again. But it was not the most effective way to harm her opponent. Far from it. No, Lizzie was not going to be fully committed to these half measures tonight. It was high time for the most overkill of overkill.

The Nightmare bent down and grabbed her opponent. She half dragged, half carried her to the edge of the ring. From there, she would try and throw her opponent straight out to have her hit that hard concrete floor in a heap.

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Lizzie eventually stopped, but the match itself could have been done there and then. Valentina even did what she could to bring about such an end; waving her finger to the nearby official, whom promptly slid to all fours.

"Valentina, can you continue?"

"N-GHHH!" Feeling her head suddenly flare up yet again, Lizzie had opted to dead lift the dirty-haired blonde up and off her feet with grip tight enough to tear that head of hers clean off. Valentina didn't even bother this time; her barely clenched fist would simply uncurl, leaving the Spaniard a completely docile, motionless mess in the lift of Lizzie. She may have wished she had tensed up with what came next, mind.

Eyes wide as saucers as she realised just where Lizzie was throwing her, the Spaniard couldn't even release a scream before her frame was made airborne. Attempting what she could to brace for the collision with the solid surface below her given such was inevitable, Valentina attempted to cradle her arms across her head and tuck her shoulders. Such might have just saved her life, as her toned figure bounced like a limp fish upon that surface, before it was left as motionless as it was seconds ago. Only now, something was most certainly broken.

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The referee nearly stopped her. Or more apprpriately, came close to stopping her. Had Valentina said she did not want to continue, the Nightmare would have likely ignored it. The ref was there to constrain the mayhem, not stop it completely. Lizzie had not yet had her fill of wanton violence, and she was not going to stop for some pathetic little referee. Thankfully, both the ref girl and Valentina were willing to continue. So Lizzie continued, all the way out to the floor.

She peered over the ropes at the woman down below. Unfortunately, it did not look like Lizzie's brutal throw had done as much damage as she hoped it could due to the fact that the woman made a move to protect herself at the last moment. The disappointment did not show on her face, but it did show in her heart. That slight irritatedness turned back into rage, as it usually did, and Lizzie cleared the ropes in a single bound to make it to the ring apron.

From there, Lizzie came flying off. She was usually not a high-flyer, but she was going to make an exception here. The Nightmare sprang from the apron, and extended her two feet now. She was rocketing towards the earth like a comet, and her two feet were going to slam into Valentina wherever they slammed into her.

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Flat to the ground, Valentina was in appearance alone, out of it. Her face to the ring apron, those around her save for the officials could even go so far as to swear the girl was flat-out done for. They couldn't be blamed for thinking such; the Spaniard hadn't even moved since she hit the solid surface she now lay atop of. Her breaths as lowly as could be, her sizeable bust made it so that Valentina barely moved upwards when her tummy expanded for air.

When motion finally came to the dirty haired blonde, it did so in the most brutal of manners. Hearing the cries of a referee, evidently crying mercy for the beaten Valentina, the downed figure would come to life as both feet met her back. Lizzie, unsurprisingly, was just as heavy as she was tall. And all that weight had just driven into the poor Spaniard's back; making her feet and hands arch in the same direction as her tummy crunched against the canvas, with a ear shattering scream coming out of her mouth!

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There it was. The thing that she had worked so hard for. The nice, loud, scream of pain. Lizzie always loved it when she could make an opponent literally scream. While she usually appreciated screams of horror far more, a nice loud shriek of pain was more than sufficient to keep the Nightmare up and going. She stepped off of her opponent, and promptly wheeled around. The way she moved was almost unearthly - she appeared to be moving slowly, but her long limbs meant that she was in fact still quite close.

Which was bad news for her opponent. She bent down to grab her opponent, and deadlifted her straight from the ground. Lizzie did not really care about the crowd, in the sense that she wanted to gain their approval. Far from it. She wanted to garner their dread. So when she gorilla pressed the Spanish woman above her head, it was not with cheers of adulation that the call from the crowd came - rather, it was disgust. Some of them even turned away. That was probably fortuitous, in the long run. After all, Lizzie moved to drop Valentina straight on her head.

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Motionless, the official whom had not been given an answer prior as to whether the Spaniard could continue soon moved down low; slipping free herself of the ring, to check on the condition of the woman yet to even startle beyond that initial stomping of Lizzie's body weight. Matching what she could with the eyes of the dirty-blonde, Valentina would but gaze back with hazed vision; eyes mostly askew as she did so, given she was already more than halfway to being knocked out entirely.

But once more, the girl would be denied, as Lizzie opted to lift her high as if but a prize. Before immediately dropping Valentina straight down, nonetheless, with said action earning an extreme amount of shrieks from the audience. Valentina would have cradled her head again, had she possessed the motion. But with her arms as lifeless as the rest of the frame, the poor beauty hit as expected, and rolled back-first to the ground, motionless with eyes now completely shut. Not before that monstrous cracking sound was made, of course.

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Lizzie looked down after she performed the move. She did not know what she was expecting. Maybe a corpse, really. Her large chest rose and fell as she took a deep breath in, still gazing down at the downed woman before her now. There was no movement, no yelling, no cry of pain. The woman was as still as a cemetery, and Lizzie's eyes narrowed. Before, she was a pile of energy, up and raring for a fight. Now she could hardly move an inch. Good. Lizzie was going to do everything in her power to keep her that way, short of ripping her head off. And maybe even then...

The Nightmare bent over once more. The bloody business of the evening was far from over. Valentina needed to understand what it meant to face Lizzie Borden, what it meant to put yourself toe to toe with a literal monster. And she would. Or she would suffer. Grabbing Valentina by her hair, she moved to stand her up. Then, spinning around to give herself enough torque, she flung her opponent towards the barricade that formed the border between them and the crowd. That would be damn hard, she reckoned.