No Holds Barred, Falls Count Anywhere! The Black Racer vs Beda Simmons

Slowly pulling herself up, Beda was full of fury as she got back to her feet and faced her opponent, who was yet to shut up. Accepting her request, The Black Racer ran forward and hit what looked like a Superman Punch straight into her jaw.

The soldier's face whipped back from the punch, almost making her stumble, however Beda was able to regain her stance, and it was almost if she had flames in her eyes as she turned back to The Black Racer.

She felt something flowing in her mouth, and so briefly turned her head to spit blood out of her mouth, splattering off the floor. Once Beda did that she cracked her neck and, without saying her word, pulled back her fist and thrust it forward, looking to hit an almighty wallop straight into the red glowing mouth of the Racer.

The Black Racer's fist collided right into Beda's mouth. Knocking her back, the woman looked at him even more pissed than before. Then turning her head to spit blood on the ground, and crack her neck without speaking. "Really...Silently cracking your neck?...That's only intimidating in the movies!"  Starting towards the racer, she'd tighten a fist.

Bed was obviously going to punch him, but he didn't care. If she wanted a punch out, he'd give her one. Standing firm The Black Racer would rile her up, "Ok hit me! I can take a fucking punch! Bring It!" Then with a thrust Beda pounded her knuckles right into his jaw, as he went backwards.

Stomping a foot down to keep himself standing, he looked back at Beda. Turning his head away, he too would spit out some blood, except he was wearing a mask. "Mother Fucker! Now I'm gonna taste my blood all fucking night!" Turning back to his opponent, he would charge back in throwing a second punch with his right. But afterwards, he'd throw a third punch to her gut with his left.

Beda swung the fist directly towards The Black Racer, which the dark suited man was more than happy to take on his jaw. The fist connected and Racer was sent reeling backwards from the hit, yet managed to stay on his feet just like Beda did before. The girl was actually impressed, no normal man would be able to take a focused punch from her in such rough fashion and stay standing.

Either way, this was still a match, and Beda was looking to win. She watched as The Black Racer angrily spat blood out just as she had, but instead got it stuck in his mouth because of his mask, bringing a rare laugh from the girl. Beda initially reeled back as the man ran forward and landed a few more hits on her face and gut, the burning increasing with each hit. She managed to fight through the strikes however, and suddenly rushed forward and gripped the back of the stunned man's head before twisting her arm and connecting it to the hurt jaw. She wasn't done there though, as she laid in another few punches in her face before bending his head down and trapping it between her legs.

Flexing her thighs to hurt the sides of his head as she quickly adjusted her hair, Beda gripped the slender Racer's waist before lifting him up and positioning his prone body on her back. Stretching his arms out to turn him into a human crucifix, Beda said "You better prepare for the end, boy." as she held him for the camera to see and prepared to hit a modified version of her signature, the Crucifix/Razor's Edge Powerbomb!

As the racer threw two more punches, he was a bit distracted by the fact that Beda laughed at him spitting blood incorrectly. Hell it was pretty funny...until Beda hit him with a european uppercut! Hitting him hard enough he momentarily lost his fragile grip on his mind. "Where's the hound ma'ma?..."

Completely disoriented, The Black Racer was helpless against several more punches to the face. Though he didn't feel them, that was probably a bad thing. Finally one to the gut doubled him over, where she then trapped his head between her legs, and lifted him into a human crucifix position.

While still a bit delirious, even he knew this was not a good place to rest. Struggling wildly in her hold, The Black Racer would shake himself free from her grip falling behind her. Before she could turn though, he would kick her in the back, sending her forward into.....

"Ah Fuck! Seriously?" the racer would shout after beda went straight into the third camera man. Knocking him into the side of a car, and down to the ground seemingly uncurious. Collapsing to his knees, The Black Racer continued saying, "That's the third one tonight! Are there even any other...Oh hello..." Looking to the side he noticed a fourth camera man stepping back a little as he was noticed.

"Hey don't be like that, that one's on her!" he said angrily at the camera man. It wasn't like he was dangerous...wait where's Beda...

Beda prepared to fling The Back Racer over her head when he suddenly wiggled out of the move! Not having time to plan a counterattack, The Black Racer kicked Beda as hard as he could, which led her barrelling straight into another camera man! The poor worker flew into a nearby car and lay unconscious, which caused Beda to go wide eyed and attempt an apology to the winded man, when she realised Racer was preoccupied with another one.

Walking up quickly, she attached her hands around the side of his head and went back to an old favourite, the head squeeze. Trying to crush his head between her hands, Beda yelled out in anger as she thrust him around, before attempting to slam him into the door of a nearby limo!

As soon as The Black Racer felt a pair of hands around his skull, he knew where Beda was. Putting him in another vice grip from behind, the racer would struggle in her grasp. "Fuucckk! Why are you so...damn...grabby!" he would say as Beda pulled him up in the grip. Then yelling out in anger, Beda threw him right at a limo nearby.

Colliding with the vehicle, the racer would bounce off like a basketball, and leave a dent where his shoulder landed. Falling to the concrete, he would lay on his back, groaning for the latest pounding. "Ugh....Your obsession of damaging cars with my body is fascinating...as a child...did you get wronged by a car? Because you may have some unresolved issues to deal with...I can recommend a therapist if you'd like..." he would mock, though he was not in any shape to defend himself.

All the beatings he had received throughout the night had taken their toll, and he was unsure if he could beat Beda at this point. Rolling to his belly, the racer had a hard time getting up. It looked like the only way he could get up, is if his opponent gave him some time, which was a slim chance. Sliced prison food slim to be exact. Like Taylor Swift body image slim... the point is that it's unlikely!

Beda made sure she had a tight grip on The Black Racer before attempting to slam him into the car, which she did successfully as her opponent's shoulder collided painfully into the side before falling back to the ground with a thud. Racer continued his usual antics as he groaned in pain on the concrete, to which Beda simply shook her head before pressing her foot harshly against the side of his head.

"You poor, pitiful thing. Still fighting, all the way to the very end." She mocked, grinding her heavy boot into the side of his head when she suddenly looked up at the Limo. She looked at the car, and back at Racer, and back at the car again, where she suddenly thought of a devious idea.

It was time to finish this.

Picking the slim man up to his feet, Beda said "Don't worry, I'll make this quick." as she gave him a painful punch to the face to keep him occupied before lifting him up and resting him on her muscular shoulder, his body facing forwards. Climbing up on to the Limo, Beda managed to step on to the roof where she prepared to position the man for her finisher, as she was planning to hit the Sitting Reverse Piledriver on top of the limo! If she managed to hit this, it would easily gain her the victory, as well as gain Racer a trip to the hospital.

The Black Racer struggled on the ground, trying to get up. Then Beda came over and grinded her boot on his head. "Ow...you know I'm not a doormat....right?" he said in response to her treatment. Then after a few moments, his opponent brought him up to his feet, and gave another punch to his face. But before he could fall, she picked him up and onto her shoulder...starting to climb up the limo.

With the two on the top of the vehicle, The Black Racer knew he had to get out now. A slam from this height would send him right to the hospital. So before Beda could position him any more, he would deliver an elbow to her face. Loosening her grip on him, the racer would land, and push her from behind. It still hurt to move, but this was his last chance. With Beda further down the limo, he'd get into a running stance, and attempt a spear as she turned.

Beda clutched The Black Racer's waist as she prepared to set him up for the reverse piledriver, when suddenly her opponent began to wiggle in her grip. "...Stop will you? UNF" Beda began to say, until Racer delivered a stiff elbow directly to her face. The elbow caused her to stumble slightly, allowing The Black Racer to slip out of her hold and escape! Beda was pushed forward as her ears rang from the attack, and shook her head quickly before turning around in hopes of not allowing Racer to gain advantage.

This was the worst choice for the soldier however, as she suddenly caught sight of her opponent, sprinting full speed down the limo and charging directly into her, causing the duo to fly off of the limo!

Beda crashed directly on to the cold, hard concrete as Racer managed to use her to cushion her fall. Every bone in her body hurt, but Beda, in extreme amounts of pain and her brain in shambles, slowly raised to her feet through pure will alone!

The hardest part about spears, is when your in pain they tend to be weaker. For The Black Racer, though, he wasn't phased by the pain in his body. It hurt like hell, but he shrugged it off as he collided with Beda. The real problem was how far back he had sent the woman and himself. Thinking they would land on the trunk of the limo was a mistake on his part, as he sent Beda and himself over the trunk and onto the concrete.

"Oh that hurt..." he said while on top of the woman. Landing on Beda may have softened the fall, but it still hurt. Rolling off and away from her, the racer would get on his knees breathing hard. But after breathing for a few seconds, Beda started to stir. Shaking his head, The Black Racer said "Well it's a shame Beda, and I really hate to say it...but this fight is over!"

Getting in his running stance once again, he'd wait for Beda to rise. "GetupGetupGetupGetupGetupGetupGetup..." he would say over and over as he waited. Then as his opponent finally rose to her feet he charged. His muscles ached, his bones ached, even his freaking mind ached, but he charged aiming to spear Beda one last time.