Lady Torment vs. Robin Ivanov - Pushing the Human Body's Limits

Torment shook a bit, the pain of that earlier crotch kick haven't having faded off yet, though she was letting off her creepy giggles still, letting Robin know she wasn't done yet with the scientist. She kept her fingers dug into Robin's skin, this time wiggling them about, trying to send as many sensations of pain across her skin as possible and make her feel a lot of pain.

After a while of it, Torment's legs adjusted themselves, properly getting on her knees, before pushing herself up to her feet, and in a short moment, pulling Robin up, lifting her up with the momentum, then slamming her on the mat!

Robin, at this point, shed a few tears, Torment's fingers digging deep into her flesh. She genuinely wanted to punch her away, but to attack so savagely would only show her to be just another brute like her sister. If it was to spite her relative, she'd gladly take the pain, and soon, the pain would be all she felt as she got dragged back to her feet and slammed back down on the canvas. Her bones were absolutely aching; the scientist sneering at her opponent. She had even gotten some saliva on her mask—the two being a bit too close for comfort.
Her face winced a bit, trying to use her legs to pull herself back up—Torment's dominance over her as strong as ever. One of her eyes shut, and twitched frivolously from the burning prick in her upper body, but she kept on moving upward. Now, more than ever, she had to pull out her trump card—she attempted to send a fist to her opponent's throat to fuck with her a bit. There was no way she could have gotten disqualified after Torment scratched her up this much.

After Torment slammed Robin to the mat, she seemed to linger over Robin, just hunched over her and watching her opponent lay on the ground like some spirit of death observing someone. She felt spit hit the mask, and all she gave was a giggle. She observed Robin, right as she struck out a jab aimed at her throat!

Torment's hand came up and snatched Robin's fist just as it was about to connect, only a few centimeters from her throat. Torment dragged Robin up roughly by the wrist to her legs into an almost standing position, before kicking her left leg out and knocking Robin off her feet with a hard swipe, using the wrist to guide Robins body through the air in a cartwheel motion before letting go and letting Robin cartwheel through the air and let gravity do the rest! As Torment did that, she struck a ballet pose as well!

Suddenly, Robin found herself in the air, occasionally colliding down on the canvas, to continue the entire cycle once more, with her bouncing back up, and eventually hitting the turnbuckle. Robin let out a rough, agonized shriek; the audience beginning to grow worried about her. Even the scientist's sister took a few steps to the barricade, glaring daggers at Torment. The two may have been bickering over their occupations, but in the end, they were still sisters and to see Robin be so mercilessly beaten at every step of the match, only filled her sister with a vendetta against the masked bitch. As for the contender, herself, her body convulsed for a few minutes, her limbs unable to take any more damage. She could barely breathe, and a terrible headache began to haunt her every thought. Despite her rather energetic attitude earlier in the match, she was still sick, and Torment just happened to beat the remaining energy out of her.
However, to everyone's surprise, Robin let out another cry, and kicked her foot against the turnbuckle, trying to slide her body over to Torment. If successful, she'd pop up and send a hard uppercut to the bottom of her chin. Her end goal was to aim for the throat, and restrain her that way, but she had to daze the unstoppable demon first.

And it seemed Torment was just going to town, throwing Robin around like a ragdoll before eventually having her in the corner.

After that display Torments head craned around to look at the audience, her head and neck swivelling around at unnatural angles, before she refocused back at Robin..just in time to receive an uppercut to the chin!

Torment stumbled backwards, her head thrown backwards way too far, almost looking like Robin had just broken her neck even though there hadn't been any noise. In this position, Robin could hear Torment giggling.

Robin cupped her cheeks in her hands, absolutely disheartened that Torment was still completely unscathed. She never knew wrestling would be this difficult, or maybe she was just dealt a bad card. After all, her opponent was like no one she had witnessed in her childhood. It certainly had been a while since she watched wrestling, forced to sit on the couch and observe alongside her sister. She'd rather have watched Bill Nye back then, but one feeling that she remembered fondly was how it made her sister giddy with joy, trying to replicate the moves on her. The scientist still felt the rough submissions, and moves she'd try on Robin.
It struck her with an idea at that very moment; something that may finally shut down her opponent for good. If it failed, it would be fair to say that she was screwed. Seeing that Torment loved to move her head in almost dangerous positions, she'd use that to bring a harsh supply of pain, the purple-haired woman running up to her, and attempting to hit her opponent with a "Stone Cold Stunner."

Torment stood there, giggling, when Robin busted a move and went with the classic Stone Cold Stunner!

Torment hadn't moved, not expecting Robin to actually push an offense, so she was quite vulnerable. The neckbreaker landed and Torment bounced off from Robin, lying sprawled on the floor, her head still in an unnatural pose. She was still giggling, though. After a short moment, one of her hands came up to her head and rubbed it as she started to get up.

Robin fell to her knees in disbelief that Torment was up after what appeared to be a cliché climax to a tough battle. After so much of a brutal showdown, she was fairly confident that her assumption of wrestling was wrong. She hated how heavy the thought was on her brain; the scientist growled, banging her head against her fist. It was ironic, she'd soon turn into another meathead in the ring, her original plan fully collapsing by something that didn't deserve to be considered human. If she still had her connections, and gear, she would have dissected her opponent front to back by now. It was too bad, but the second she got into the ring, she was no longer a human. She was an animal—at least, she was when the wrestling promotion was a jungle of lions. However, only one could be the king. Needless to say, she had no aspiration to reach such a position, even just to spite her sister, but if she wanted to survive, she'd have to abandon all sense. At least, that's what she figured from analyzing her opponent's fighting style. To an extent, you had to lose a few screws to screw someone over.
She took a deep breath, and attempted to run up to Torment and send a knee to her mask. Her objective was to twist her limps, hoping it would weaken her, and give Robin more room to beat her 'til the demon lost all fight in her—that started with disorienting her a bit more. She had already wasted enough time strategizing, and she had to make up for it.

Torment was still getting up as she felt the ring shake, and looked. Robin had fallen to her knees and seemed to be in the middle of what she presumed was a mental breakdown. However, when she tried to stand up, Robin rushed at her with a flying knee attack that was coming at her face!

Torment dodged with a spin, evading the attack, and with her spin, her hand spun along and gave Robin a slap across the ass before Torment stood straight with a taunting finger wag as if mocking Robin for giving her enough time to recover, her head shaking too.

Robin, to say the least, didn't enjoy being toyed with—as a matter of fact, she absolutely hated it. She gritted her teeth in disdain for Torment, the bitch of a monster taunting her. She was a tough opponent; the scientist immediately understanding why her opponent was picked. A day earlier, Robin had given her sister the choice of picking who she fought; the purple-haired woman in the assumption that anyone she fought would be easy to mess with. The position her opponent was in, was what Robin had hoped she'd be in by halfway in the match.
However, being the one laughed at for so long sapped her of all her energy to catch up with Torment. She simply stood in place, glaring at her opponent tiredly. She hoped that, at this point, she'd come to her, so she could potentially get some good strikes in, but simultaneously, she was prepared to take a loss. Her opponent showed not even a sign of exhaustion; overwhelming the newbie so badly. What else could she realistically do, but wait?