Berenice Wolf vs Charlotte Kaori 'Bully' Beckett, Last Woman Standing Match

Berenice Wrapped her fists in her hand wraps, rolling her head and cracking her neck. She was relieved to be fighting again, after having a dry period where she had simply sat at home or went to the Gym due to a lack of fighting or any form of work. She grinned as she clenched her fists, loving the feeling that appeared when she knew a fight would soon happen, and against someone who also practices combat sports no less! To say she was excited was an understatement. She heard a rap on the locker room door, and a male member of backstage staff asked if she was ready, then continued to hammer the door. She Quickly tied her boots laces and slammed the door open, scowling down at the man which caused him to jump back in shock. She muttered several slurs and insults to the mans family under her breath in Danish as she pushed past him and readied herself near the entrance.

The Start of her song played, the Drums echoing though-out the Arena. To her surprise people began cheering, she assumed due to the song just being catchy. She ran up the short stair case, covering all 6 steps within a few seconds as she strode up them. She raised her fist as she walked out onto the ramp, smiling as she basked in the crowds reaction. The Pyrotechnics went off, exploding and sending Smoke everywhere as she let out a feral roar when she came into view again, Flexing the muscles in her arms and giving the closest crowd members a good look at her Abs, Her pride and joy. She had to admit, as much as she tried to ignore it, The reaction she'd gotten felt pretty good. After a couple more seconds she stomped down the ramp, a wide, sharp toothed smile spread across her face.

Upon getting close to the ring, she jumped onto the ring apron and stepped over the Ropes. When the Words "Prophesy of Ragnarok" played through the speakers some more Pyro exploded. Gods damn it that shit took a lot of time to get, I hope it looked good she thought, thinking of the amount of meetings she'd had to attend and money she'd had to spend, letting the sparks fall off her body as they flew through the air above the ring. She walked over to her corner and watched the entrance, her wide smile remaining on her face as she looked for her prey.

Charlotte was applying the last adjustments to her attire inside the lockers. She had been under some pressure for the last couple of matches and overall she felt like she wasn't on her prime. That had to change today, and the kind of match she was going to face is one that was made for her. Right now we weren't talking about some crazy wrestler or any kind of sensual interaction that could get her flustered easily like it happened in the past. She was going into a contact match with the only rule that the woman remaining standing was the winner in the end. This reminded her of her era practicing street fighting, it would be welcome for a change.

She made some stretches with her arms and legs while still thinking about the upcoming confrontation. She didn't know much about her rival, only that she used to be a boxer and a MMA fighter. That last part unsettled her a little bit. The Bully would need to be extra careful to avoid this 'Berenice' from throwing her into the grappling ground. She knew that MMA fighters could be a hassle to fight if they manage to get the fray into their terrain. She had to be sure not to give her any opportunity to grapple.

The knock on her door told her that her moment to appear was close. She got a final look in the full body mirror before stepping into the backstage. Let's kick some ass tonight.

Once in the backstage she caught glimpses of some crazy pyrotechnics. Berenice liked to put a show anytime, but all of this was just a facade trying to intimidate and to get the public's attention. She reassured herself just when her theme song started and then walked down the ramp. Some people started cheering at her. It suprised her to see that some of the respectable just liked the bad girl, that wasn't a common thing according to her. She decided to act along, waving at the crowd and giving the middle finger to the ones to show support for Berenice. This would trigger a reaction from the audience, of course. She walked with a cocky attitude in between cheers and boos.

Finally she made it to the ring and stepped between the ropes. From her corner she could finally see her rival, and what a thing she was. In front of her stood a powerful-looking blonde woman with some toned abs and body. She couldn't show this but she got a little nervous since Berenice looked way bigger than her and that gave the giant some edge, having an extra amount of reach. This fight would prove to be a complicated one, but Charlotte couldn't just get carried along by this. She would walk to the center of the ring and look to her rival face to face. 'So you are the girl tonight. Let's see if you deserve all the fuss they make about you.'

Berenice chuckled at her words. "Fuss? About me? That's news to me girly" she said, Her eyes boring into Charlotte's. They practically radiated violence, and her oddly sharp teeth added to it. Berenice made no attempt to hide her excitement to do harm to the girl. She'd waited a long time to get some action, and the thugs here and there in the alleys and on the streets weren't cutting it. She wanted someone with some kind of experience and she'd got it.

She walked into the centre of the ring and glared down at the girl. Her violent grin turning to a smug one. "Didn't think they'd put me against a little girl, seems a bit unfair but I guess you'll do" She said, crossing her arms across her large chest, flexing her muscles as she did. Her words were partially true. She was a little bit surprised at the height difference, and strength too. She did however assume that she didn't have the speed advantage, which annoyed her. She always hated the quick ones. Her emotions however didn't show on her face, her smug grin staying strong on her face.

Berenice looked her up and down and her grin widened, as she'd noticed her eyes flash a look of worry. "What was that earlier? Your eyes almost looked scared little girl, are you scared?" She asked, ending in a loud laugh that despite the lack of a microphone, carried across the arena like thunder.

Charlotte couldn't avoid flinching a little bit whenever Berenice told off her about being scared. Actually that wasn't exactly untrue because there was something in her bigger rival that irradiated violence and danger. Even with her looks Charlotte was used to being the intimidating one thanks to her confident attitude, but all of that faded into nothingness when pitted against a woman this big and bulky. But she couldn't begin the match like this. She somehow managed to collect herself and swallow her fears before giving her retort.

'You wish I was scared. the bigger they are the bigger they fall. Besides I don't think you would even be able to see me coming. Bring it, baby' She said while trying to make her best poker face. Tha Bully didn't want her rival to read her more, not now that the match was going to start.

And like that the bell went off marking the begining point for the encounter. Charlotte would start by circling her rival, making her follow with her eyes. She would then go for a feint, switching the circle motion of her turning trying to get on Berenice's blind point of view. If succesful she would go for a kick into the Wolf's impressive abs.

Berenice stood still as her opponent circled her, smiling at her the whole time. She raised her arms and beckoned her, "Come on now, You scared to even approach me little one?" She said mockingly, chuckling as she finished. Her opponent by now was happy with her positioning and threw a violent kick into Berenice's stomach, a fleshy slap echoing slightly but being overthrown by the crowds loud yells and jeers. In an instant she grabbed her leg with a strong hand, an iron like grip holding it in place. The blow seemingly left Berenice unaffected, her same, violent smile was spread across her face still. Within the next second she dragged the girl towards her, aiming to drive an elbow into her nose and then planned to follow it up by sweeping her leg should the blow impact, hoping to make her slam her head onto the mat. After that, her plan was to jump on top of the girl and attempt to pummel her, yelling mockery and insults as she did.

Charlotte had a feeling of victory when her kick connecter into her rival's midriff, but it only lasted some instants when she realized that her rival didn't even flinch. It was as if she didn't even noticed the hit. She was going to need much more than that if she wanted to bring Berenice down.

That was when the bigger girl got a grip on the Bully's leg. Luckily for her her reflexes were fast enough to see the elbow coming at her face when Berenice pulled Charlotte's lighter figure towards her. Just by an instant managed the blonde to bend over below the killer elbow, but it all proved to be a ruse when a powerful legsweep sent her to the ground on her back.

"Agh! Shit, shit!!" Charlotte eyes widened when her face cowered in fear. Don't give a MMA fighter the ground you idiot! Fuck fuck fuck! She didn't have the time to even try and get up, her rival jumping on top of the bully and starting pummelling into her. This wasn't a match winning move, but it was good to soften the rival while humiliating her. Charlotte for the moment could only try to raise her arms taking the most damage out of her head and face while thinking about a plan.

Berenice let out a laugh of triumph, "What happened little girl? You aren't all talk are you?" She said mockingly, Punching at her guard, at her face with hooks and slamming them down onto her midriff. Her violent smile spread practically from ear to ear, laughing again at her opponent. Surely it couldn't be this easy? The fight had just begun, certainly, but she'd been able to overpower her so easily, and out manoeuvre her too. If the girl didn't fight back soon the fight would be over before it had begun, which caused Berenice to mentally growl in anger. Fight back damn it, Make it fun for me She thought, holding back the angered expression and instead putting it into the viciousness of her blows.

"If you aren't careful I'll break your arms by doing this, You better thing of something or its over girly" She mocked, now showing her oddly sharp teeth as she smiled down at Charlotte, the speed and strength of the punches increases by a small amount as she channelled her anger and rage she felt due to her opponents weakness. FIGHT, FIGHT FIGHT She chanted through her head, almost urging her opponent to fight back.

Putting it plainly, Charlotte was in the worst situation possible right now. It would be hard to think of an even direr predicament she could be as she lay on her back with Berenice on top of her while giving the Bully a beating that was for sure going to drain her strength. She knew about MMA fighters and how they even manage to sometimes end matches by knockout in just seconds and through Charlotte's mind only coursed this kind of thoughts as her desperation grew as high as the pain she was feeling right now with every punch to her arms and her head.

But it wasn't only about physical pain or exhaustion. The thing that scared Charlotte the most was the look on Berenice's face while everything was going on. She had an almost maniac expression as she smiled, showing some scary slightly sharp teeth. And that way she maintained eye contact froze the Bully on place as everything around Berenice's personality appeared to be bathed in violence. Charlotte could be a bully who took advantage of her rivals but she would never be seen like this. Berenice was much more than a bully, she was a monster.

Berenice wasn't wrong though. If Charlotte insisted on trying to block the furious attacks she would eventually break her arms. The only thought of that happening almost brings tears to the eyes of the blonde girl. No, that couldn't happen. She had to do something now. Taking strength from her utterly panicked situation she tilted all of her weight to one side, trying to flip her rival while groaning in pain, frustration and fear. If this didn't work it would be over for her.

Berenice was surprised by Charlotte's sudden burst of strength, causing her to fall onto her back as she flew over the bully. She let out a grunt as she impacted the mat, Instantly going to get back on her feet. Once up, She'd turn around and look down at her opponent. "Yes! show me more of that strength, the strength buried deep inside you, the strength your body holds back! Make my blood pump and show my how strong you are, spill my blood across the arena!" She yelled, her appearance turning more and more bloodthirsty as she spoke. She had to admit, The fear in the girls eyes sent a shiver down her spine, it felt delightful, bringing her back to her time in the alleyways of her home city, making the numerous thugs fear her very presence.

"Grow a pair little girl! Stand and fight!" she yelled, her voice practically shaking the arena around them as she re-entered her usual fighting stance, letting out a giggle as she waited for her opponent to stand. She looked like an apex predator sadistically playing with a small rabbit, whether or not that was a good thing, she didn't care. It sent chills down her spine which she hadn't experienced in several years, and she very much planned to enjoy it to the fullest, as cruel as it may appear.

Charlotte managed to pry her rival off and to get up, backing a couple of steps as Berenice immediately stood up again. What was up with that woman? It was like any of her attacks could harm or stagger the bigger girl in any ways! Distressed, the Bully raised her guard and then noticed how apparent it was that she was slightly shaking in fear against her situation.

Then Berenice would taunt her in a weird way, challenging Charlotte to spill the giant’s blood on the canvas. It is true that Charlotte’s past got her involved in some street fighting, but it never was a hardcore thing as every combat always ended up with nothing more than some bruises and maybe some small cuts. She had never been seriously injured, nor injured anyone as well. The fact that her rival talked that lightly about something like that made her body tremble in an even more noticeable way.

That was the moment when Berenice’s “rally” became a mocking tease as she laughed at Charlotte’s lack of resolve. Her face blushed as she felt the frustration of not wanting to be humiliated, but as much as she tried her body wouldn’t move, her instinct for self-preservation taking over and telling her to stay as far from Berenice as she could. Finally, with a cry of frustration and fear, Charlotte would race forward eyes closed and launched a powerful kick directly to the bigger girl’s stomach.