Mazikeen Messina[D] vs Mizuki Sakura

[Monsy]

The last thing you wanted to do, unless you packed a full suit of armour, was touch an incensed Mazikeen. She took the shove on her shoulder, and mostly, it worked. Tipped to her side, the punches stopped and Mizuki fell out of sight. But now, she had a new target and, frankly, it didn't matter what their intentions were. She didn't process it. So, faster than anyone wanted, Mazikeen immediately blitzed. She kicked the side of the referee’s knee to stop their retreat, then punched their throat to induce gags and throat-holding. She clutched their hair, clawed and hissed spit as she bent them back and marched towards the ropes, shoving them over the top until they went head over heels and crashed to the floor.

A band of male security guards now gathered near their downed coworker, and Maze stepped back -- seeing only prey before she sprinted from mid-ring, jumping and clearing the top rope. She landed on the outside, squatted, hand on the floor and glanced at them with pure battle lust and snarls. They moved to restrain.

She dispatched the first with a sudden Mae Geri when they advanced. The second guard reached for her arm, which Maze took into a wrist lock before kicking the knee out from the third, who dropped to a kneel. Maze elbowed the top of the second guard’s elbow for a clean snap, then tiger-claw struck the third guard, resulting in knockout.

The last guard rammed into her and took her against the ring apron. She didn’t feel it, then locked in a guillotine. From there, Maze tightened her face with blood rushing towards the top as she grabbed the male’s leg and started to lift him clean off the ground. After a few steps, she slammed him, and landed on all fours over his unconscious body. Panting set in, but she didn’t feel any over-exertion. The official, now crawling, caught a glimpse of Maze’s stare and started to scamper up the ramp. She stood, closed in swiftly, and grabbed the bunches of her shirt to drag and whip them into the steel steps. Then, as they tried crawling away by throwing themselves over the steps towards Cynara, Mazikeen pounced, and they rolled to the floor right in front of Cynara.

Mazikeen had a full mount. She grabbed the official’s skull and headbutted them in the face. Then, she did it again. And again. And again. More aggressive. More powerful. And more angry.

[CaptainL]

By now, the entire arena had been stunned into silence. Mazikeen had far outstripped anything they had expected - not only in her brutality, but in her near-suicidal aggression. Many wrestlers, even the most ruthless and disreputable, would never think of laying hands on a referee when doing so was often a one-way ticket to a disqualification. But Maze had no such qualms. The second the referee attempted to break up her beatdown on Mizuki, the white-haired girl pounced, and with a scream the official was taken to the ground. Even when security was dispatched, Mazikeen didn't even see them as a threat - no, they were just another target. And without even a second thought she turned on the guards, tearing through them like wet tissue paper! It seemed impossible that a disheveled, slightly-built girl who looked like she'd been pulled off the streets could have threatened trained and able-bodied guards. But Mazikeen's ferocity was well enough to make up for her size, and before the guards had a second to act, they were sprawled out on the floor. This wasn't a match any more - this was a riot. A riot that Mazikeen was fighting single-handedly, and winning!

Cynara watched all of it, and her eyes were just as wide as anyone's in the crowd. But while the fans looked down in shock and terror at what Mazikeen was capable of...Cynara was impressed. After what she'd done to Mizuki, she already knew that Mazikeen was a lethal weapon. But this was far more than she had bargained for. With these sorts of credentials, Mazikeen could surely take out even the strongest of champions. She wouldn't hesitate from fear, or pain, or anything. And all of this, she reminded herself with a grin, was completely under her control.

Now, she had gone back to brutalizing the ref girl, pounding her head until she was laying there limp and gurgling on the canvas. If this kept escalating, the police could've been called in. But Cynara also knew just how to stop it. Taking out the same remote she'd used to spur on such aggression in Mazikeen, she pointed it at the girl and pressed the button.

"That's enough, Mazikeen. I think we've proven our point..."

[Monsy]

Another zap through her into full-body spasms. Her muscles contracted, neck pinched shut and her breathing and heart-rate started to follow a different rhythm. Maze convulsed, arched her back and clenched her fists before throwing them out in loose, involuntary jerks. She gasped. Then when the shock stopped, Maze stayed there to stare at the lights. So bright, yellow and perfect. An autumn sun. It was serene. Her stress was gone. She felt positively great, if not a little hungry and tired, but both are easily suppressed. It’s what she saw when she looked down that couldn’t be. Her eyes bulged, and her heart twisted.

Too much blood, she thought. Broken face.
And the groaning coming from the outside… Whimpering, as a man held a broken arm with the others too unconscious to acknowledge, and the crowds only knew how to be a bystander. Mizuki too. She liked them, enough that she wanted to make defeat painless. Maze stiffened, curled her lips in, then pushed them out before she bit them. She padded herself down with obsessiveness, looking for cuts, bruises and any other self-mutilations. She squished on her knees and ankles to check for swelling, elbows, hands… Fuck… Hands. The knuckles were messed up and cut. Then she padded her face, making sure nothing was broken and one eye wasn’t gouged. The repeated headbutting ended up cutting open her own forehead. And when Maze saw the red on her hands, she stressed with an internal gasp, made fists, then put one to her nose bridge and slouched.

Sigh… No good.
Maze glanced at the referee girl, still unconscious and very much messed up. It was important for Maze to look at this, long and hard as a form of self-study about today. Make peace with it, at least for now. God can absolve, whether the actions of sin, or the feelings she nourished while letting loose. It’s gone now.

So she tapped her forehead, then her chest, shoulder and shoulder. Amen.
After that, she got up, making a neutral face to Cynara. She nodded, then waited for further instruction.

[CaptainL]

With a click of the button, Mazikeen fell into convulsions - writhing back and forth, her limbs kicking and flailing, and her mouth foaming as she worked herself up into a frothing rage. But in just a moment, it had passed, and the white-haired girl was just as shy and placid as she had been before the match begun. All around her, she could witness the carnage - the security and crew sprawled lifelessly around them, and Mizuki herself still dangling from the ropes, bruised and unconscious. There were some arenas that would've cheered for such bloodlust, and there were some that would've been riled up to the point of rioting to see such cruelty unleashed against an unsuspecting target. But this arena could only stare in stunned, unblinking silence, asking themselves if they had really seen what they thought they'd seen. If it could have really been so brutal, so horrific, and yet over as quickly as it was. It was like the proverbial trainwreck - too horrible to witness, and yet too captivating to look away from. Not even the people who should've stepped in - LAW officials, security, perhaps even the authorities - made a sound; no one could have ever been prepared for what had just transpired. Even now, everyone was still processing just what it was they'd seen.

Cynara knew, though. Cynara had been out for one thing, and one thing only - a demonstration of what the newest addition to her stable could do for her. And Mazikeen had more than delivered on that. She had put across in no uncertain terms what it was she was capable of - and, after seeing what she'd done in the ring tonight, any would-be challengers to the Morgan Dynasty's rightful dominance would surely think twice about messing with them. Cynara had wanted to send a message, and Mazikeen had sent so much more.

Taking a few steps closer, the veteran came to Mazikeen's side, giving her a gentle pat on the head to ruffle her white hair. "You've done good, Maze, dear," she said with a reassuring nod. "Trust me, you did everything I would've wanted out of you - and more." Then, she looked back at Mizuki, still hanging limp in the corner. "Now, shall I call an ambulance for our generous volunteer here, and be on our way?"

[Monsy]

During her travels, smoking was something she saw a lot. She came to understand it, a little, with its physical taste, the cough, the occupation of your hands and mind. The psychological ease it could bring. Tobacco. Marijuana. Stress, all a coming factor, like a common man’s meditation. Emptying one’s mind with physical, harmful and self-torturing penance to be relieved. She didn’t want it, but times like these made her think of it -- and how many times she pondered trying it.

She sighed. Boss was certainly a force. She didn’t assume the pat on her head was much. The pressure is there, but she wouldn’t call it soothing. It feels like a punch. Both amount to nothing. But, she acknowledged it as some form of attempted reward or kind gesture. Maze was stuck thinking about the past two minutes. She tried to understand the why of it. Egoism? Crowd response? It had much effect. When they don’t react, you act to change that… Even with unchecked rage.

Be… Entertaining. Was that it? Maze pondered silently, looking at Mizuki. She put her hands together, fingers between fingers like prayer and nodded. Then she approached, grabbed Mizuki’s arms and pulled them into her body. Mizuki’s belly would go over Maze’s shoulder, then picked up quite casually.

The ambulance would be waiting for her, no? She had thought, so Maze was to make that trip easier. It was disrespectful to let them lay unconscious, bloodied and bruised in a place like this anyway. So, Maze turned around, Mizuki stowed, now looking at Cyanara. She nodded, ready to leave, and eager to slink away and note what she had learned. About wrestling. And herself.

[CaptainL]

It was over. It probably wasn't even a full minute, and for Mizuki it had been an absolute disaster, with Mazikeen knocking her senseless in no time flat - and she didn't even stop at that, only continuing to wail on her mercilessly. But to Cynara, it was the perfect culmination of everything she had set out to achieve, and she couldn't imagine anything better. She needed Mazikeen to prove that she was the nuclear option in the Morgan Dynasty's arsenal; the deterrant that would teach any would-be challenger to think twice before trying to stand up to her. To make sure hers was a name that would strike fear into the hearts of everyone in her way. And when it came to that...then by all means, Mazikeen had succeeded at her task with flying colors. The entire arena was aghast at the devastation they'd witnessed; were Cynara not so wealthy, so confident, so seemingly untouchable, some might well have considered calling the police on her. But the threat of Mazikeen was surely enough to deter anyone who dared to intervene...and if they were afraid, she could only begin to imagine the thoughts going through the heads of the girls who actually had to share a ring with her latest enforcer. A smirk came to her face. All according to plan.

She did raise an eyebrow curiously when she saw Maze scoop Mizuki up and fold her over her shoulder. That was unexpected. Cynara had such little regard for the brunette's well-being that she'd grown used to thinking of her as expendable. And why would a ruthless killer like Mazikeen waste her time on such...mercy? Still, she shrugged it off. It didn't matter. She had already made her point...and, as she led Mazikeen out of the ring, she knew it was a point no one was going to forget.

Winner by Knockout: Mazikeen Messina