Lizzie Borden Vs. Valentina Nieto - Defining Brutality

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It didn't matter to Lizzie it seemed, that Valentina was now devoid of all but the most basic of functions. Gasping. Screaming. Even spasming. None of these came from the Spaniard, despite the situation calling for two if not all three of the aforementioned at the same time. Valentina's body wasn't broken, but it was the nearest thing to it. She didn't know how nothing had broken yet, but then again, she didn't even know where she was anymore. Light flickered about her vision as if fireflies in the dark; her vision never going beyond a massive haze, as she kept her face in the ground.

Despite the many cries for mercy, with even the official looking to bring about an end via KO, Valentina was hoisted up again. Drool fell from the poor Spaniard's lips, as heavy bruises already began to form across her previously model-esque figure. Eyes now motionless, mouth agape, the beauty hit the barricade with a tremendous thump; landing in a heap below it, with her legs still upon said barrier. Arms out infront of her head, as the poor Spaniard landed not flat, but somewhat with her rear to the barricade and her back to the floor.

Her position the very definition of the state of her frame.

An absolute mess.

[LtLukas]

The second that she flung Valentina towards the barricade, she was on the move. Not quickly, mind you. No, she was going at her usual pace: slow, methodical, hungry for blood. Her footfalls were heavy on the concrete floor, and the incredible strength that she possessed was evident in the raw power of her movement. Despite her slow pace, it was clear to everyone involved that Lizzie Borden could not be stopped, at least not by mortals. Least of all, but Valentina.

When she got to her opponent, she merely bent down and grabbed a fistful of her hair, and then moved to drag her back to the ring. Lizzie knew that Valentina's body scraping across the concrete ground was not going to be a treat at all. In fact, she was counting on it. The Nightmare's slow methodical pace was sure to cause even more scraping.

But that was not going to be the end of it. Once Lizzie reached the ring, she attempted to lift Valentina up and chuck her right back in there, hoping to cause as much damage as she could in the process.

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Dragged as if she were but a bag of meat, and almost feeling to be such, Valentina was by near enough all definition of the word, unconscious. Her arms and legs devoid of movement even as she was pulled brutally by her hair across that solid surface, waving officials would gain no ground as Lizzie simply ignored her. Her breath low, and absolutely no sense about her, Valentina's placid frame would but be held high for all to see; gorilla pressed by the figure whom she had gained absolutely no progress against, before being chucked over the top rope.

Her figure rolled as far as was to be expected for a body that was utterly motionless; her lack of ability to stop that motion nearly bringing her out of the other side of the ring entirely, given the height and power of Lizzie's throw. She'd stop mind, about a metre or so from the other side of the ring, before slumping flat yet again. And near enough, utterly broken.

[LtLukas]

The throw and the step up was one fluid move, as if she had practiced it a thousand times before. In truth, she hadn't, but her body was so rigidly focused on destruction the move was as natural as the murky primordial soup before life first shambled onto the raw and inchoate Earth. Her large frame eclipsed the top rope and once again she began on her task of besetting this Spanish woman with all of the brutality a depraved mind such as hers could muster.

Lizzie proceeded across the ring, tall, imperious. Her shoulders were not back in relaxation, nor were they up with anxiety. No, they were out wide, showing a fair amount of muscle and an even more magnified ability to commit horrible atrocities. Living up to them, she bent down to grab Valentina right off of the mat. She then attempted to deadlift the woman up and over, for a killer fisherman's suplex!

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Valentina was more so a corpse than many bodies underneath the earth at the local cemetery, and yet, Lizzie's agonising torture and outright brutality continued. The referee and mounting officials had near enough called for the ending of the match, but a disagreement over the state of the poor Spaniards figure, namely the fact her body kept jerking to life every now and then from sheer agony, created a little debate of sorts over whether the girl was still in this fight or not. Obviously, she was well and truly out of it; those reactions of hers merely her unconscious frame jerking from the sheer agony unleashed upon it. But given the figure before them, officials were not exactly keen on closing the distance with Lizzie to make certain!

Figure motionless and dead lifted, the brutal fisherman's suplex unleashed by that giant frame would have been enough to knock Valentina clean out when she was fresh, let alone the state she was in now. Head hitting the canvas with a thud that damn near turned the stomachs of those in the front row, Valentina's mouth was wide agape with her eyes still shut; drool practically freely throwing from those lips, as her figure once more came to a full motionless stop after being slammed down to earth.

[LtLukas]

Lizzie sat up. She looked to the left, and then to the right. All of the energy of the arena had died. There were some ringside officials who were whispering to each other, and some fans nervously looking around, wondering if this is really what they had paid good money to come see. Her movements were slow, almost serene. She looked back left one more time, scanning with her blue eyes to see if anyone had the temerity to stop the match. An unearthly silence gave her the answer: no, this horrible parody of a match was going to continue. Lizzie pushed herself up and looked down at her opponent, figuring that it was okay to keep going because she probably had not broken anything yet.

Lizzie bent down, and grabbed her opponent once more. Her opponent's hair seemed like an obvious focal point, and it had more than done the trick in the past. Once she had stood Valentina all the way up, her hand would shoot towards the woman's neck. Wrapping a hand tightly around it, she would attempt to lift her opponent clear of the mat, staring into Valentina's soul as she did so. Lizzie was going to try to hold Valentina aloft for as long as she could before slamming the woman down, headfirst, into the mat once more.

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Her broken corpse hoisted around yet again, the slur and drool coming from that body was next to comical. Valentina had yet to open her eyes yet ever since the first slam at the hands of the woman, and yet her punishment continued. Frame hoisted high as if she were but a trophy for all to see, before Lizzie opted to let gravity take over. Her figure naturally fell somewhat evenly, albeit with a small emphasis on her head, giving the giant the sadistic pleasure of driving her head into the mat yet again. Body unsurprisingly prone on the mat after that impact, with her limbs in near enough every direction.

[LtLukas]

Lizzie stood straight up. If she was feeling fatigued, she was not showing it. Her piercing eyes were cast down on her opponent, and her long arms hung by her sides. Those hard fists of hers were rolled into tight fists, portending nothing but a distinct and obvious lack of mercy. The choke hold had been effective not only in that she caused damage to her opponent, but that everyone would know her terrible strength. Lizzie did not bother to wipe the drool off of her hand. Hell, for the most part, she considered it akin to a trophy.

She took a step forward and bent down. This one was over. It had long been over, but now was the time to put a final point on this match through which everyone would understand what had happened. She bent down and grabbed Valentina's leg, and would lift the woman up by it. Using her immense strength and a decent amount of technique, she would bring the open over her head and down to the other side. And she would do it again, just to emphasize the point. The move had a name: Axe to Grind. But in reality it was nothing but sheer brutality.

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Her foe unyielding, both in her levels of stamina and in her desire to almost kill the Spaniard, the referee could but watch in horror, forcing herself to get closer to that stacked psychopath, waving her arms for her to cease as if her own very life depended on it. Needless to say, she was ignored; watching without a chance in hell of stopping Lizzie, as Valentina was once more put through the wringer.

Her figure hoisted up and over, as if she was but a weighted-hammer, with that unconscious mug hitting the canvas as hard as was to be expected. If something wasn't broken before, it most certainly was now.

[LtLukas]

Lizzie breathed out. It was the first time that she had shown anything even slightly human during the match, and Lizzie regretted doing so as soon as she did it. It was a natural impulse, she supposed, as natural as the rage that she felt at the world around her. The Nightmare did not bother looking around, as she already knew what the look on everyone's faces would be. She had seen it before. She would see it again. Maybe again tonight, if she were lucky.

But for now, this was over. In an ungainly fashion, Lizzie fell to the floor, right on top of her downed opponent. There was no real form to her pin, but there was no real form to most of her actions. And it did not matter anyways, it got the job done.

ONE!!!

The ref girl counted.