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.

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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.