Hardcore POW Match - Roni Mancini vs. Evelyn Fallanger (Apex Qualifier)

[Dubski]

Roni watched as Evelyn's body collided in a horrible way with that trash can that was now in an uneven shape--and from the noises and reaction from Fallanger, her body might have been in an uneven shape too. With a laugh, Mancini looked absolutely thrilled with the carnage she had inflicted on Evelyn and shouted, "You FLEW, kitten! Had a real shitter of a landing though." The Hitwoman gestured to her agonized opponent as she continued to walk towards her. "Awww... shit, this is going to be fun. Can you believe we just started!?" yelled Roni, delighted. She loved this. She loved to inflict pain on her opponents, and she loved to see their reactions. It was sweet to her to watch Evelyn being broken down, and she desired even more of it.

Taking the time to grab hold of one of the tables in the ring, she began setting it up. "Now this is going to be fun... Just a table makes everything better, I noticed," she said to Evelyn, who was most likely in too much pain to even care at this point. Having set up that table, she went to the crushed trash can and then reached in, taking out the first instrument of pain she could find.

Looking happy, like a kid opening a present, Roni ripped out her new toy. Holding it up high, Mancini presented a lead pipe, looking it over. "I think this is going to hurt... what do you think?" asked the purple-haired girl. Hoisting it up high, she would then swing it down towards Evelyn's midsection, hoping to sent her to a whole new world of pain. A world that Roni lived in and loved everything about.

[Monsy]

The pain had only started. Her body bent steel and the weapons inside bent her. She could feel each one on her spine, perhaps the quantity or a guess of what they might be. Not that her capacity to think was even around. She was busy thrashing like a fish, whimpering like an animal with a broken leg and just trying to keep her voice under-control. It was knotting inside her throat like a sore. These babbles were just chokes and little squeals while they assembled more and more things that Evelyn hardly knew what was happening.

It was only when she let her back settle did she start becoming more lucid. Her elbows pinned on the mat, forearms folded up, with tightened fists and clenched teeth, she looked up and say the devil herself that already stole her soul. “A-Ah… I-I think.. U-Um.”

A nuke of pain detonated from head-to-toe and her eyes gaped, mouth shut after she sucked in. Her ears started to ring as the lead pipe sent ripples through her stomach. A red swath was left on the impact zone, and the tears finally poured from her eyes. Her dragging arms lumped and coiled over her midsection. She coughed a few times and turned to her side, knees pulled up and shoulders rolled down as she peered empty-eyed towards the side. If she’d even been allowed to wallow and curl into her protective ball, then the shock finally broke, and her coughs turned into quiet sobs. Her expression steadily withered into something tight-knit with a wrinkling eyelid and chattering bottom lip. Nothing compared to that in her life.

[Dubski]

Roni Mancini had thrown that pipe shot directly into Evelyn's midsection, and it seemed like that was enough to finally break the platinum-haired girl entirely as she began sobbing before her in a ball. With a wicked grin, the Hitwoman eyed the pipe and gave it a lick on the side, standing over Miss Fallacy. "Well... I think it did hurt. Don't you think?" asked Roni with a low laugh, giving Fallanger a nudge with her boot. "Would you believe we're just getting started?" asked the purple-haired mercenary.

She then walked over to the trash can again, turning the whole thing over and dumping the rest of the contents out. All kinds of nasty instruments fell out of it, and she took a look at all of them, licking her lips eagerly to see what else she could use to bring horrible pain to her already crying opponent. Then, she suddenly threw the already bent trash can at Evelyn's prone body. It wouldn't hurt nearly as much as it being slammed down on her, but it would hurt a little bit. Eventually, Roni found exactly what she'd like to use and picked up a kendo stick. Simple, easy to use, and would hurt like hell.

"Ready for some more fun, kitten?" asked Mancini as she walked towards Evelyn. She would then kick Evelyn over onto her front, grinning widely and holding her kendo stick in the air... and then she would come down with it hard, sending it directly towards Fallanger's back with a promise to bring awful pain.

[Monsy]

Was she in two?
These throbbing seconds might as well kill her. Her stomach felt swollen and it’s a miracle she didn’t throw up after that strike. And that they went for the soft beach-bod certified belly than any bone. Evelyn was left breathless, the little nudge was negligible with all things considered. She can’t even process much of what was said to her, it just bounced off her focus and into the abyss. The whole of it was just an orgasm of agony. “Mmmgghhh…”

Then she heard that trash can wrestle and clink. It smashed against her back and turned Evelyn onto her back, scaring her more than anything. She whined, but perhaps that’s what she needed to wake up. Just a little reminder that this wouldn’t stop because she cried and was done after a few hits. This was a woman who was out to maximise her pain, not just win a fight. That reality took so long to sink in. She still couldn’t believe that, that another can be so mean. “I’m… Why… are you calling me that??” Perhaps the first coherent thought in her mess of a thought process. The kick harvested a loud yelp and she flopped, flat, arms out ahead and legs knit together straight down. A few groans slipped as she started climbing to her hands and knees, sliding those elbows beneath her chest, and knees below her waist. That kendo stick slapped off back and sounded like a belly-flop into a pool, trailing off with a sizzle. It burned and Evelyn cried out again, a fresh set of tears dripped from her stinging eyes as she closed them both. Evelyn popped up to her knees, arching back. The red line looked scarred across her once silk-smooth back. Both her wrists covered over her eyes as she walked on her knees across the canvas. Her forearms opened up to unveil the sheer dismay written on her twisting frown with clenched teeth. She walked until her chest went over the middle rope, and she went slack against it, giving her back to her opponent and unable to do anything but wallow.

[Dubski]

Roni Mancini stood there with a big smile on her face after smashing the kendo stick off of Evelyn's back, holding her arms out in delight. She had an arrogant swagger as she shrugged a shoulder, looking down at her platinum-haired opponent who was struggling and knee walking to the ropes. The Italian woman laughed, shaking her head. "Why do I call you Kitten...?" asked Mancini, walking after her, twirling her kendo stick in hand. "How many people have ever been hurt by a kitten, huh? Can't be a lot, right? Because they're harmless... Helpless..." said Mancini with a menacing smirk.

"You. Can't hurt me. And I doubt you can hurt anyone. You're weak. I mean look at you... crying still," said Roni, scoffing. She then looked at the hanging girl in front of her and wound up the kendo stick with both hands. "Just what the hell are you doing here, huh? Just looking to get your ass kicked?" To accent her point, The Hitwoman would then throw a major league baseball swing directly towards Evelyn's back again, this time with enough force that it could absolutely shatter the weapon across her back.

[Monsy]

Evelyn was a bundle of twine on the ropes, moved by the wind. Even here, it didn’t seem to give her much relief. Neither did time. It continued to burn into her back like something was gnawing. It made her sick to her stomach and she couldn’t stymie her face from twisting, whimpering or leaking. She looked back over shivering shoulders, eying that kendo stick, then their face, then hiding behind her eyelids. “P-Please…” Her voice cracked and was more mouse-meek. She shuffled away inch by inch until her torso out-paced her legs. Perhaps she became paralyzed trying to think of answers. It’s so difficult to just accept that… Take it verbally in any capacity. One could call it a minute second of rebellion. “I-I…”

Then it rained splinters. Her spine arched with the strike and left a laneway of irritated, bruising flesh intersecting just slightly with the first. The scream that followed was like a dying animal. She collapsed on the canvas and began thrashing, tossing to one shoulder, then onto her front. But even the slight arch in her back squeezed swelling muscles, so she turned violently onto her back, and that was like resting on an open flame. She continued to gasp and scream in short bursts, kicking and holding handfuls of her hair, arching with her shoulders down and legs apart, the soles planted which stomped in slow, lumbering motions. “It hurts….. s-so bad!”

[Dubski]

With a mighty swing, Roni had cracked her kendo stick over Evelyn's back again, this time harder than the last. Her kendo stick was shattered, falling in splinters halfway off the weapon. Mancini looked at it with a laugh as her victim fell to the mat and shrugged before tossing it to the outside, looming over top of Fallanger as she struggled and writhed on the mat. There was something to seeing a beautiful girl in complete pain, not even able to stand it as her body moved on the mat.

"Kitten, Kitten, Kitten..." said the Hitwoman as she walked over to pick up a steel chair she had thrown into the ring earlier. "We're not even close to being done yet..." she said, a disappointed tone to her Italian voice before she clicked her tongue, dragging that chair back behind her as she straddled Evelyn's ailing body. "So let's keep having some fun..."

With that, Roni Mancini would hold the chair on the sides and then raise it high... And then the purple-haired woman would bring it down hard, hoping to jam the top of the chair directly into Evelyn's belly, wanting to give her extreme pain and sap the air out of her in a vicious manner!

[Monsy]

Evelyn had splinters for a spine and a rickety hard, an uncontrollable face that twisted on its own and muscle that curled up inside. At least down here, on the mat, how she arched, clutched herself and patted away at the mat gave some solace. Anything that took her mind off how she felt, the sickness, how thorough the experience was, even after the impact, she wanted to hide of all things and shut everything out. But those curious eyes couldn’t ignore Roni’s voice, peering up as her elbows relaxed, and she looked up with gleaming eyes, muttering, “H-Huh? C-Can w-we... pause?”

Then she realised. That chair, hoisted like a guillotine. Its shadow-y blade hovered across her stomach, threatening to cut her two. She took a take between the chair, the shadow, then Roni, gulping at the last second. “PUGGH!” The scream was delayed. She sat up first, breath oozed out like a pig squeal. Both arms hugged her bruising gut, and she toppled onto her side, curled around one of Roni’s boots, sputtering with half her face melting into the mat. Her eyes fluttered shut and she began to pant in the throbbing aftermath. “O…Ow.” Mumbled breathily, “H… Hurt.”

[Dubski]

Throwing that chair down in a cutting maneuver, Roni Mancini cruelly jabbed Evelyn's stomach with the steel. She felt the light-haired girl curling around her as she gasped, smirking down at Fallanger as she suffered.

"Oh... Look at you, gasping all over again," said the Hitwoman, shoving Evelyn away with her boot. "I'm really having fun, at least. And think of all the fun we'll have when the match is over... And you're all mine," spoke Roni in a menacing voice.

Throwing the chair down to the side, Mancini would grab Evelyn by her head and rip her to her feet, pulling her face close to her's. "Are you ready for me to pin you? Because all you have to do is ask? Just tell me you're ready to be my little fuck slave and I can end it for you. But until then..." said Roni, rolling her eyes a bit.

And then, Roni Mancini would attempt to hoist Evelyn up high and attempt to throw her down in a Uranage slam, aiming directly for the steel chair below her.

[Monsy]

The strike left Evelyn an open book, with its pages could be easily turn, passage by passage without much of a fight. Kicking her away just turned Evelyn onto her opposite side, soon onto her stomach as she laid, so still that you might think her fake-sleeping. But the grab of their hair wrenched all too awake yelp. She shivered, clambered up to her feet. Her thighs felt empty. Feet numbing and knees swollen. She felt sore in her shoulders and her back was dealing with sparklers of pain.

Nothing stabbed deeper than what they promised. “A-A w-what?” Her voice croaked. And with a hand across her collar, all she knew was instinct. First she drew her up her elbow, and bashed them in the head to try and buy a few precious seconds. The chain around her forearm and hand unravelled a few rotations, and she swung it over their nape, gripping the other side and crossing it over their throat to initiate a choke. A knee drove up to try and pound their gut, and she put her armpit over their head, put a leg over their shin, one crossed behind, then dropped back, trying to plant their skull into the steel chair.