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

Berenice felt a laugh coming up her throat, but held it back. She'd let the girl have her way for a while, see how much damage she could truly do to her. With that in mind, she let the kick connecting, feigning pain and inability to avoid it, being knocked back and letting out a grunt of pain. In her mind, she was giggling madly, and was wondering what the girls face would be upon realising that she'd been tricked. Lets see how tough and strong you really are little girl, I can't wait to see the shock on your face

"Not bad, not bad, a few more like that and I'll actually feel it" She said, grinning and getting back into a fighting stance, throwing a punch seconds after, but aimed it so the girl could dodge it in time in order to make her think she had the edge in the fight over such a slow, lumbering brute. The blow should have gone close enough to look real, but also easy enough to dodge. She'd follow this up with several other punches, differing in type as to not just seem like she was wailing without any skill, and even tried to use a knee, which would set her up for another blow from Charlotte

Charlotte was mad in desperation and fear as she launched her kick, but the movement proved fruitful as Berenice took the hit and even if she didn't look that hurt she staggered and backed a couple of steps. Her strategy could work! Even so, the bigger girl had to boast and show arrogance. It had always been like that, the bigger girl teases and humiliates the smaller. But Charlotte was a proud woman and she wasn't the kind of person to take all that teasing kindly.

"What, you want more? I have much more where that came from! Charlotte allowed her pride to take over and nullify her fear for now. The fact that Berenice threw several punches and even a knee attack and she was able to swiftly dodge all of them gave the blonde the confidence she had lost before. Then she would respond to Berenice's teasing with a barrage of jabs and hooks, all aimed at the bigger girl stomach to soften the monstrous woman.

Berenice tried to avoid the blows, or at least seemed to, continuing to play along as the girl hammered at her abs. She coughed and spluttered as she fell back again, falling onto the ropes now, making it seem as though she was hurting pretty bad from the volley, holding her stomach and bending over slightly, hoping that her face would be a target. Soon she'd show this pretty girl just how wrong she was to be cocky and a bully. Laughter echoed throughout her mind, once again pictures her shocked and fearful face. She'd give her a Pin attempt, then throw her off, literally. Charlotte would learn what a REAL fighter was like, and the feeling Berenice would feel would be oh so sweet, so nostalgic. Keep 'em coming little girl, you'll get your slab of meat, just like the rest of them she thought, a cocky grin spread across her face, pushing the act she had on further.

"T-that all you got? That fuckin tickled me a little. How about you hit even harder hmm? Maybe it'll actually hurt!" She said, coughing harshly as she was doubled over. She hoped her words would spur the girl to aim her attacks at Berenice's face. Come on...Come on she thought, hiding her true emotions and true face behind a veil, waiting excitedly.

Charlotte felt how some of her confidence came back as she realized she was in fact very capable of landing some blows on her rival. It was true that Berenice was a resilient woman but in the end she was human and she could be hit and broken. Even so the monster didn’t lose her smug attitude, infuriating the Bully as she wanted only to erase that cocky face of hers.

Seeing how her rival fell against the ropes, Charlotte was now sure that this would be an even match. “Looks like your words doesn’t match what’s going on right now. Have some of this then, slut!!” The Bully would use one of her hands to grab her rival by the scalp and then her free fist would go for an uppercut against the beast’s chin! Charlotte would groan in exertion as she launched her punch, trusting more in her strength now and believing that she was indeed able to break the bigger, stronger and much nastier girl. Like a fly trapped in a spider’s web.

Berenice's grin widened for a second, Soon she would strike, soon this girl would have a forced reality check and soon, this match would be over. Until then however, she would play along and act like a punching bag. "Shut the fuck up yo-" She said, being cut off by a fist smashing into her jaw. So she can hit hard huh? She should do that more often, maybe then she'd be a threat. The hit sent her head flying up, and she decided to go with the momentum to fall onto the mat, causing the count to start.

1...2....3....4...5...6...7...8...

She lay there, still. Truth be told she was getting bored with the act. the girls cocky attitude, despite not being worthy of such a thing, and so she had decided to act, practically jumping up the moment the count hit nine. "So, Wanna finish this or should I keep playing with you and act like it actually hurts?" she said, cackling afterwards and ending with a violent, sadistic grin. She was going to enjoy breaking this bitch, and if possible she'd do it one bit at a time.

Charlotte actually couldn't believe it. She had her rival cornered with her sudden outburst of strength! Just before, at the start of the match, Berenice had looked like this terrible mastodon, just too big to handle or even hurt, but now Charlotte had managed to connect several strikes and even make the bigger woman flinch and fall to the ground!

The Bully watched in awe as the count kept going, so close to the 10 and count out that she could almost feel the taste of victory in her mouth, but in the end it wasn’t going to be that easy as Berenice took a big jump to get on her feet at the count of 9, coming with a cocky ramble at Charlotte. The blonde buffed at this display of self-confidence as now the Bully knew her rival wasn’t that much. “You are all talk Berie, but for the last minutes you have been my plaything. Take some of this and this time stay in the ground!”, Charlotte said as she lunged forward, trying to repeat her uppercut to Berenice’s chin.

Berenice let the fist connect, causing her head to move back and up slightly. "You don't get it do you, the distance between us. You're a stuck up rich bitch who had everything go her own fucking way, the perfect fucking life. You don't know real struggle, real pain. You weren't forced to flee your country of origin, you haven't had your house fire bombed. I've earned my strength, my toughness, my violent reputation. You! You princess, haven't earned anything and if needs be I'll be the wrecking ball to topple your high horse and teach you how real life Works!" Berenice said, ending by spitting on the girls shoes in disgust as she growled like a feral animal at Charlotte.

She launched an Elbow just above Charlotte's eye, and if it connected she'd follow up with a rib cracking knee, her sharp teeth spread from ear to ear in a vile grimace that exuded hatred and a desire to harm her opponent. If her knee connected, she'd grab the girl by the hair and slam her to the ground, onto her back, and then would do her best to hammer the girls face with her fists until the ref called her off.

"I'LL TEACH YOU WHAT ITS LIKE TO SUFFER MISS DADDY'S GIRL" she yelled in a rage, her voice would echo around the Arena and even silenced some of the cheering crowd.

Charlotte thought that she was finally in control. That was until her rival decided to stop her facade, take her weakness mask off and give the Bully a good dose of reality. Things were hard for the blonde: she was definitely physically outmatched by this monster and her bravado was of no use at all when her rival proved to be a complete psycho.

Charlotte tried to block that knee to her ribs but she just couldn’t. The pain was so sudden and unbearable that she was fazed by the hit so she couldn’t prevent Berenice from smashing her to the ground. The Bully needed some seconds to recover, but her psychotic rival had something else in mind as she would ride the Bully and start pounding into her with hard punches. Charlotte could do nothing but lie there and take it the best she could, suffering severe damage to her face while doing so, only able to groan in pain as her beating went on.

After some time the ref had to intervene so Berenice wouldn’t kill Charlotte. The American lay there too spent to move. Maybe it would have been easy to just let go and slip into unconsciousness and let the match end and she was thinking that it could be a good idea, but something Berenice said changed that. Berenice’s scornful comments on her made a dent on her pride and she wouldn’t let that go.

“Heh… Yeah…” Charlotte said while slowly attempting to get on her knees, every movement extremely painful and the taste of blood on her mouth. “May… maybe there is a big difference between us...”, finally the blonde managed to stand despite her pained body and looked at her threatening rival in the eye. “But… don’t you FUCKING DARE TO PRETEND YOU KNOW ME!” Charlotte was red in anger as she put her guard up the best she could before start a barrage of clumsy punches to Berenice’s face. “YOU KNOW SHIT ABOUT ME FUCKING BITCH! GET OUT OF THE FUCKING WAY!!!”

Berenice grabbed hold of Charlotte's fists as she through her punches, squeezing down hard as her eyes bore into the smaller, worn down woman. "Don't pretend to know you? You act all high and mighty!" She roared, ramming a harsh knee into her ribs.
"You act like your shit doesn't stink!" She roared again, headbutting her this time around, baring her sharp, dangerous teeth at her and audibly growling in a feral manor, her eyes emitting nothing but violent intent.
"You act like the entire world revolves around you, Like you're the one shiny gem amongst a shit load of filthy rocks, how am I NOT meant to fucking judge you, you stupid stuck up bitch!" She screamed, sending spit flying at the girls face, as she repeatedly began smashing her forehead into her nose.

"LEARN. TO. FUCKING. RESPECT. YOUR. OPPONENTS!" she finally bellowed, dropping the girl to the ground and stopping her assault after she finished her sentence, the mixture of yelling and physical movement having left her taking deep breaths.

At this stage of the match it was clear that this was no match at all, what was happening was just a one sided beatdown and Charlotte was the victim in here. There was no combat and no spectacle to this, only bruises and hits intended to severely hurt.

No matter how intense the physical pain was, Charlotte felt hurt as well by the attitude her rival was showing. She could disguise all her words with that over the top discourse, but it was clear that Berenice was only a psycho looking for some victim to destroy, and today it was Charlotte’s turn. The Bully had still some pride inside of her, but she could do nothing as Berenice hit her first on her ribs, making her body bend and all the air escape her lungs. After that she took a barrage of hits to her face to the point she thought she might have her nose broken. After that she was dropped to the mat in a way that it looked there was no turning back.

1...2...3...4…

Everything hurt like hell. There was absolutely nothing she could do. It was hard for her to properly focus, her vision blurry and her balance compromised. She managed to roll herself over.

5...6...7…

She took a mouthful of air. Even breathing was painful. She gasped painfully for air and noticed the taste of blood on her mouth. She noticed how her vision was blurry because she was bleeding from the place her face hit the mat. Somehow she managed to get on her knees.

8…

Not even Charlotte knew how, but she managed to get enough strength back to get up. She looked at her rival’s imposing figure through the only eye she could open. “Y-you… are a monster...”, she managed to say while trying to get on her guard.