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

[Dubski]

Roni Mancini was feeling confident as she was holding onto Evelyn, taking the moment to let her hopelessness soak in before she was about to lift her up. But then, she was hit in the head hard. "Faaaah!" yelled Mancini, her grip lessening significantly as she held her free hand to her forehead, the chain shot managing to slow her down significantly. Evelyn had managed to use the weapon to great effect, especially since it was used to choke her moments later! With a groan, Roni was pulling on the chain, starting to get herself a little pressure off of her throat, but looking more and more angry by the moment.

And then she felt the knees into her midsection. Evelyn was antagonized enough to make some significant headway against her, bashing her repeatedly, doubling over until she felt Fallanger grab hold of her. The Italian Hitwoman was then thrown back hard, and her head smashed against the steel chair she had once set up for Evelyn to be abused by!

Thrashing on the mat, Mancini grabbed hold of the back of her head and screamed, "Fuck! Damnit! You...!" she trailed off, groaning as her body stilled, barring her teeth as she was left not able to retaliate from the big hit on her head!

[Monsy]

Evelyn’s thoughts were locked inside a vault. She started to act over think. And the result left was raw instinct, and she’d done something she didn’t consider herself capable of. Weapons were something she detested before this, but now, it’s like the whole truth of their use was laid bare to relish and indulge. So when they fell, Evelyn stumbled a step, breathing heavily with these feral, wide eyes, spilling out tears while gnashing her teeth and hissing between them in every exhale. The chain around her arm unravelled even more, and she clenched it with a sweaty palm, starting to spin it into a fan.

“HAAAAAAGH!” That arm raised up, spun it a few more times, then came down to whip them across the stomach! If that struck, she’d spin the chain again, raise the arm, release another war cry and whip again, this time for the thigh. And she’d continue if she could, simply throwing half-hazard whips with half the strength but double the emotion that continued to overflow in this mind-abandon of a rage.

[Dubski]

Roni was in pain, far more than she had considered Evelyn capable of actually doing to her. As she tried to gave her thoughts, suddenly a punishing chain went across her midsection and she cried out, "AAAH! WHAT THE FUCK!" The Hitwoman would buck and then start to roll away, holding her stomach as the immediate source of her pain, and then another chain shot grazed her thigh as she kept rolling away, scowling until finally she had gotten to the outside of the ring.

"You fucking bitch!" shouted Roni, knocking those would absolutely lead to some heavy marks as she leaned against the apron on the outside of the ring, hanging her head back as she coped with the pain, coming from multiple parts of her body now. She was groaning loudly, swearing to bring so much more pain to this pathetic wimp. She swore that Evelyn had picked a very, very bad time to get brave, and that she was going to make it so much worse for her now. But for now, she needed a moment to collect herself from those blows.

[Monsy]

After they disappeared from her whipping onslaught, Evelyn felt heavy, and choked every second breath to ease her prior sobbing. She was sweaty, breathing heavily and aching all around. It was just now, the pain could finally sink its jaws into her consciousness. But for now, it was only registering. The red streaks across her back, and stomach too. A little splinter of their kendo stick was tucked at her boot’s toes, prompting her to rub her back to make sure none gave her a sliver. She looked around, frantically at herself and her condition, then touched her cheeks with both hands to wipe away the tears. They felt so warm. One side was cold, and then she realised. “A-AH!”

The chain morphed into this venomous snake and she unravelled it frantically, “Get off, get off, get off!” chucking in on the mat then scampering away from it, kicking the chair across the ring. She bit her lip, then looked to the outside, spotting her opponent. That moment of realising it, her heart sank. Maybe she was to be forgiven. After all, all was fair…? Evelyn couldn’t decipher what they felt. She was afraid to. Her instincts to run now weighed over the last few seconds to fight. So she gulped, and slapped her face a few times, walked back and sprang off the ropes into a dash. Her path was aligned with her opponent, and she’d drop into a baseball slide, with one foot prompted forward, aimed to kick them right in the head as she slid beneath the bottom rope!

[Dubski]

Roni Mancini had leaned against that apron, hearing the commotion in the ring and glancing back to see Evelyn having a fit. She scowled more upon looking at her, knowing she had even more time to recover from those chain shots and that steel chair. She would then look forward again, staying in her position and knocking that Fallanger would eventually have to face her again. And she'd be more than ready, while the platinum-haired girl was clearly off her game--moreso than before.

And when the Italian heard her footsteps running past, she waited until they got close and side-stepped away as Evelyn went for the baseball slide! Then, she would reach over and grab one of Fallanger's legs, giving her a bitter glare. One that made her anger and viciousness very apparent. She didn't need any words. And then, after a moment, the Hitwoman would attempt to yank Evelyn's leg, and the rest of her body, off the apron, trying to unceremoniously toss her onto the padded outside! The move would surely hurt like hell from that height, and as basic as it was, it was effective for what she wanted to do.

[Monsy]

Using the chain was about as violent as a thing she’d ever done, and it made her sick. Felt almost dishonest. Despite this match’s stipulation. Weapons of all faucets, holds with no limitations and humiliations unrestrained. She might as well fight in a dangerous alley. There was no safety net, but Evelyn was determined to see it through, and rushed, sliding to perhaps cement her control and repurpose this match into something less barbaric. But she’d miss, meet a glare that made her flinch, gulp, and then whip out. Her back caught the air and then bumped outside. Her innards felt like they jumped against her skin and she groaned, “GUH!” The air shot out so fast, she hadn’t much air to let out much more. Her arms curled into herself and Evelyn turned to one side, bringing her knees up as the legs stacked, trailing off into a slew of coughs and wheezes.

[Dubski]

Roni Mancini had sent Evelyn falling flat onto her back and she was wide-eyed in anger, growling at her. "Oh, you're really going to regret that, you stupid, stupid bitch!" screamed the Hitwoman, not taking to being insulted by Fallanger's attacks on her, with a weapon no less. Roni stood over her, just thinking about how she would hurt her out-gunned opponent. She had so many ideas, so many ways she wanted to crush her.

"If you thought I was mean before..." said Roni before she would lean down, grabbing Evelyn by her hair. "You're going to reeeeeally be surprised..." She would then give her hair a hard yank to pull her up. Then, she grabbed hold of the platinum-haired girl by her waist and hoisted her up. Then, she would attempt to run directly into the apron, hoping to crash her opponent's back against the hard edge of the apron, knowing it would absolutely devastate her back.

[Monsy]

While Evelyn was left numbed by her pain, she was perhaps more paralyzed by the creeping aches in her chest. It’s a tenseness that kept her arms close to the body, and knees locked until she was tugged by the hair, and yanked. Her hands put onto Roni’s thighs as she rose, whining with a shrivelled bottom lip and eyes. “T-That’s…”

Her stomach sunk when she was hoisted over. The front row caught a glimpse of the ghost-complexion she donned, and Evelyn placed her hands on Roni’s shoulders, “I’m sorr-EEK!!” The rigid edge of the ring stabbed across her back like a blunt blade, forcing all her breath out in one shriek. It ate into her skin and bone, the momentum saw her upper-half whiplash and arch, crashing into the ropes before she crumpled forward onto Roni’s shoulder, breathing in whispering whimpers as her body seemed to deactivate and just shiver, bar some movements from her twitching fingers, feet and jelly knees. She was wet clay that had moulded into the side of the ring, in so much pain she could tap out. Maybe.

[Dubski]

Roni jammed Evelyn straight against the corner of the apron, horrifically breaking her over it. The impact was crushing and it seemed like it had seriously hurt Fallanger as she felt the girl grow limp against her. Mancini kept a dark look on her face as she pulled back and grabbed hold of Evelyn's hair to keep her upright. "You stupid... stupid girl," said Roni, grabbing her by the face and shaking it before giving her a hard slap. She was wanting to punish, hurt, and humiliate Evelyn now--far more than ever. A motivated Roni Mancini was something to fear, moreso than before.

Then, Roni would grab Evelyn behind her head with another idea. The Hitwoman wanted to really hurt and embarrass Miss Fallacy. She would then glance over to the barricade and to the crowd outside of it. With a wide grin, Mancini would attempt to run Evelyn over to that barricade and try to fling her up and over top of it and into the crowd sitting ringside. She wanted to break Evelyn emotionally, physically, and mentally at this point. She wanted her completely broken.

[Monsy]

Evelyn can almost puke with what she endured. So much of her bones and muscle had been spanked and spiked, slashed and stabbed by foreign objects already that she’d hardly any time to recoup beyond survival instinct. It pricked her everywhere. She couldn’t touch a surface without being reminded to what she felt. There was a submissive feel to it. Just to want it to stop. And when she flipped onto Roni, and breathed in, there was almost a sense that this could be over… How much malice did she evoke from someone?! Then she was slapped, and that made her yelp. Her face tightened and her hands coaxed to her ailing cheek. There was a sniffle. Something about being slapped hurts more than being slammed around. It felt personal and soul-tweaking.

That blur soon cast her to the barricade, and Evelyn was all the slave to whip over the barricade, and the few fans that caught her horizontal dive crashed over in their seats onto their backs. Evelyn rolled on top, then tumbled to lay above their heads. She was lathered in pain, but not enough to leave her crippled. She ended up turning onto her hands and knees, muttering, “I’m s-so sorry!” Then she looked over-shoulder, “NNGH A-AH… H-Help?!” And Evelyn started to crawl. She crept deeper between the fans seats. Some stood up, and Evelyn grabbed their chairs, which, on her hands and knees, began frisbeeing a few at Roni’s legs to slow her down.