Brutality's Requiem { Angel.of.Darkness/ Sanoci}

[Sanoci]

Economic collapsed reaped the conscious of humanity, devolving society to the extent of feasting upon the glorious bloodletting of a barbarous past. The 2016 election brought along plenty of blunders, including the president of the United States. Entertainment became paramount to cull the undesirables and bring a metamorphosis to pacify the population. Degenerates and glory seekers alike catered to the idea, quickly sweeping the nation by embracing the primal urges for blood shed. Athletes were the beta in entertainment for paychecks to these gladiators of new, with the added hazard pay associated without the law interfering in exchange for a hefty paycheck. They were the showstoppers, masters of brutality and the free birds to this shithole now.


♫ ♫ Cause I'm a low life, and I'm lovin' it
I got the whole damn world in the palm of my hand
I'm a low life, so fucking deal with it
No you can't change something that you don't understand ♫ ♫

Strolling out to one of his iconic songs painting an everlasting persona to the vile bastard nonchalantly becoming clear to the public eye. Cumbersome hair manufactured for warfare obscured the bright lights, one of the most ingenious methods and rather crude towards countering more pragmatic tactics against him. Reeking of alcohol, loose pussy, and copious amount of blood was the sociopath of socialization, the Maiming Mauler, and its version of nobility for scum bags all wrapped up in darkened cargo pants and some 80s action movie get up with hands and feet enveloped in tape. Most were perplexed by his adornment of piercings, scars and just bizarre fashion sense. Teeth were sharp like a feral animal, arms elongated out of tribal practices and surgery with the type of reach a professional fighter needed to be blessed with genetics. 'Another day at the office', that was all that echoed in the drug addled mind of the violent vanguard for this arena and its closest thing to a champion...not counting his losses in fatalities but who was really caring for all the revenue he brought in. A maniacal cackle roared through his vocal cords, immediately mouthing off the song lyrics of what equated to one of his soundtracks. These themes, gimmicks, etc were quite annoying but they were given the liberty of their image. Lights continued to encircle him, cheers drowning most sounds before the announcer called his name.

" And Introducing the champion of Bloodbath with a staggering record of 41 Wins, 7 losses [All DQs via killing], Dariussssssssss Kranzzzzzerrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

A visually disturbing grin grew wide on his face, awaiting for the meal and the partner in crime for this gimmick assed match. Wouldn't it be better to make this an orgy right now, but the crowd demanded blood and he would serve as its patron for calamity. Slowly slithering into the arena by crawling right in, adding to the creepy persona of his with relentless cackling to add in the scare factor.

 

[Angel.of.Darkness]

The worldwide economic collapse and the rise of that modern take on the ancient Roman concept of bread and circuses was the result of a cynical political ploy to market violence and death as mass entertainment to distract a restless population from the harsh realities of life in this brave new world; an acceptable way to cull the growing numbers of criminals, political troublemakers and other undesirables. It was also an exciting but risk laden shortcut to fame, wealth, and the good life for a girl from rural Japan.

Clouds of multicoloured dry ice, flashes of light, and a thunderous rendition of the theme from the film 'Red Cliff' announced her entrance; a tiny vision of South-East Asian beauty with long, vivid pink hair and a body to die for clad in calf high boots, faded blue denim shorts and a matching top which tightly constrained her breasts. A Pink and blue silk scarf dangling from the wide leather belt around her waist, the same scarf she had used to garrote two opponents while jacking them off, much to the delight of her fans. Running her hands over her toned, supple body in a blatantly suggestive way as she danced her way to the ring; a showgirl strutting her stuff to the delight of her small but vocal band of followers. A practitioner of a unique blend of the dance like capoeira of Brazil and the better known martial arts of the East, which when coupled with her speed and agility had brought her a string of victories against larger, heavier and far stronger opponents who were totally unprepared for her near suicidal aggression and the relentless barrage of slaps, punches and powerful kicks designed to quickly overwhelm said opponent.

Using the steps placed there for that purpose she climbed through the ropes into the ring, her diminutive size being emphasized by her partners height, making her look even less threatening.

"And his partner for tonight's showcase match, with seven wins under her belt is the delightfully entertaining mistress of mayhem from the land of the rising sun. A girl as lethal as the Japanese delicacy she's named after... Give a big welcome to Foo...koo!!!"

Clearly loving the attention she twirled around, waving to the crowd, well aware that the same people who were cheering her entry to the arena would cheer just as enthusiastically at her defeat and possible demise.

The beauty to her partners beast.

((And no, I didn't get her name wrong, Fuku is an older, alternate name for Fugu still used in some parts of Japan.))

 

[Sanoci]

Bemused by the theatrics of the Japanese dish he seldom saw perform in this arena quite frankly was pleasant. Candidly, the brute did not know much about this newcomer barring her good looks and pondering how well it would look for her to consume his meat for a live audience. A few have accused him of sexism, granted his list of controversial losses did include at least one woman. Stoic through and through to the concerns of those watching, her evident pandering to the crowd was likely the least attracting aspect to her. Still, it was a only volunteers whom subjected themselves to this degree of punishment so a little showboating was no crime. Rings were what he enjoyed much, grabbing the greatest potency for destruction in enclosed facilities like a cage or something like a bar. A broad yawn followed, awaiting for his next meal while a silent gaze at this partner in crime.

" Offering up the fan service for the crowd or are you my stress relief before I maim both of these degenerates? "


Shaking the elongated passage to the arena was a lumbering combination of fat, piercings, and some muscle hidden within as the thuggish combatant entered the place to some obscure music, probably modernize rap carrying just a slimmer of talent. Shirtless with mammoth like breast drooping and more intimidation than his partner, dark brown eyes fixated on the Japanese member and decorative piercings like two to the forehead to illustrate some beast or predator at least Silver hoops attached to the nipples and other locales. Skin dark as night and bald like a baby new born with a rugged goatee. Difficulty climbing the ropes, all the crazed warrior knew of the individual was his ridiculous mass granted him an advantage in pinning opponents to the corner or the ground. Assumed to wield some strength behind all the mass or bass as that one pop artist sung many years ago.

" Introducing the opponents first is the beast himself with a record of Eleven wins, two losses, and a draw. He is the Obsidian Hog!!!!!!!!! "



(( Never claimed you had it wrong ))

 

[Angel.of.Darkness]

"Only in your dreams." She'd only agreed to fight along side such an animal for the exposure it would get her. If it worked out the whole 'beauty and the beast' thing would greatly increase her popularity and earning potential. It was just a business arrangement. Anything else was unthinkable. She'd seen his type before, a caveman whose idea of foreplay consisted of hitting a girl over the head with his club before dragging her back to his cave. The kind of man who got a hard-on from inflicting serious violence on a girl. Truth be told Cheyenne found that callous, cynical thugs made exciting but unpredictable lovers, she just preferred her thugs to have more than one functioning brain cell.

Her face showed no indication of those thoughts as she began a well rehearsed warm up routine intended to show off her body as much as warm up; letting her opponents think she was just a silly little girl who was out of her depth was a tactic that had never failed her in the past.

Cheyenne watched in interest as their second opponent for the nights show made her way to the ring accompanied by a cacophony of harsh, disjointed sound that would have made any true lover of wish they were stone deaf. Six foot of brute strength who was reputed to have been a one time body builder, her tattooed, oiled body rippling with hard packed muscle without an ounce of excess fat was topped by a head with close cropped blonde hair and a face bearing the scars of past encounters which only a mother, or someone with really bad eyesight could love. Not known for her skill the woman relied on being able to absorb incredible amounts punishment due to a genetic abnormality which meant she felt no pain until she had the opportunity to execute one of her back breaking finishers.

"Introducing The Crusher, a woman with twelve fights to her name, eight of them against men, and one loss!!"

"I can't say I fancy yours." She flashed her partner a cheeky grin as The Crusher climbed into the ring, "but maybe you're into tubs of lard." Still, she was disappointed that she'd been matched against a woman as it was way more fun to beat and then totally humiliate a man.

 

[Sanoci]

" Cute, she can do more than flaunt her body! ", never one to mince his words nor demonstrate anything simplistic despite the persona most tended to illustrate him. Darius yearned for entertainment and something would become the instrument behind this indulgent, crazed hues tracing upon the competitors entering the arena. A man whom even abused his own philosophies by over indulging and a woman he would hardly call appetizing as both were huddled by their territory. Unlike the rules of pro wrestling, many found the appeal in some of its tradition but not the generally safe outlook. Here things were not contained and tagging wasn't something to be taken accounted for. Partnering him was not exactly customary for a madman that saw plenty of unfavorable scenarios were even ganged up on did not deter the bloodlust. The uneven odds only enticed him further.

"I can't say I fancy yours. but maybe you're into tubs of lard "

"Curves aren't as defined like your own...but any hole can be a goal ! ", unnerved by her statement by brandishing such words boisterously even within earshot of the Obsidian Hog. Anyone who witnessed his presence long enough knew even mild jokes did not dissolve his depravity..even raping weak-willed men to exert himself. Ego, the crowd's amusement, nor anything rewarding mattered little. The moment signaling the beginning to fight had the sprawling wild man charging into the fray, forgetting his partner in crime for the fat piece of meat who was supposedly his fun. A collision course was triggered, overextended swings of his fist with all his weight behind to knock him on his ass. Instead, Darius took the invitation by utilizing his dreaded and artificial arm length to connect with an arching hook contrary to the Obsidian's Hog monstrous haymakers. Results varied but it was mainly a barrage of fists and forearms battering each other, deflecting the power between them before the black blob ran forward clasping his arms around him in a bearhug after eating a few blows.


" Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!"

Air was constricted through the powerful vice bestowed onto his abdomen, cackling like a madman striking vigorously and relentlessly into the face of his attacker. Clubbing him like a blacksmith hammering heated iron, Darius laughed through the ordeal feeling the pain radiate him. This seemingly was temporary, lifted off the arena by the waistlock squeezed immensely, rotating the hips and violently rag dolling him into the ring with all his girth weaponized to take the laughter out of him. That one he felt with the bastard mounted onto him. Weakly gasping as the Obsidian hog positioned himself, Darius replied the best way he can.

" Kkkinky...!!! "

 

[Angel.of.Darkness]

"I hope you enjoy his bum hole then, that's if you can find it through all that flab." She retorted laughing, not in the least bothered that The Hog could hear her. Curious to see how he handled the relatively slow moving mountain of lard that was his opponent she studied her 'partner' with interest as they battered each other with a flurry of punches, formulating her tactics; brute force never impressed her, she liked her opponents to show at least a little skill and finesse. Still it would be very bad if the hog got his hands on her, or landed one of those haymakers. Not that she intended to allow any such silliness to happen. Judging by the way her partner threw away the advantage his genetically enhanced reach gave him, along with his reactions to The Hog's blows he seemed to enjoy the pain of being hit

She rolled her eyes in mock despair as Flabby got her partner in a bear hug despite the barrage of punches to his face from Darius. And then he'd used his sheer bulk to get Darius on the floor so he could use his weight to crush the breath from Darius's body.

Slipping under the ropes she entered the ring to twirl across the ring and deliver a kick to the back of Flabby's head, the only part of the mans body that was unprotected by layers of fat before twirling away out reach of any retaliation, laughing. She came in again, her movements almost dance like as she lifted one leg almost vertically so she could slam her foot down hard on the top of his head before retreating again. Neither kick was powerful enough to end the fight but they were powerful enough to at least temporarily stun the disgusting mound of fat pinning Darius to the floor.

"I hope you're enjoying yourself down there." She quipped at Darius.

The crowds roar alerted Cheyenne to danger as 'Crusher' climbed into the ring. She spun around to meet the new threat as 'Crusher' lunged at her, powerful hands reaching out to grasp her petite opponent. Except Cheyenne wasn't there, she was already falling backwards, breaking her fall with her hands and delivering a hard kick to the woman's pussy. 'Crushers' mouth dropped open and her eyes all but popped out of her head in shock and pain, her hands going to her crotch as she doubled over only to be lifted erect again as Cheyenne's other foot connected with the underside of her jaw.

A professional would have pressed home her advantage but Cheyenne was a showgirl at heart so once she'd regained her feet there was no way she could resist playing to the crowd by punching her fist into the air. Recovering fast the woman lunged at Cheyenne with a roar of rage, fists swinging. One fist caught her a glancing blow to the temple and she reeled away, stunned. The woman pressed home her advantage but Cheyenne was already falling over backwards as in her dazed state she had tripped over her own feet. Instinct took over and she rolled out of the ring; she needed time to clear away the cobwebs which seemed to be clogging up her brain.

 

[Sanoci]

Suggestions of irritation, maybe disgust seem entrapped behind the cheery tone of her laughter towards his vulgar remark on the opposition. Exchanging blows emphasized the insanity painted by his appearance, striking frantic with exuberance radiating behind a visage that would disturb anyone caught in the dark alone with him. The hefty pierced bastard went for pinning him sooner than anticipated, listening to her annoying quip at him amidst the pressure of his mere girth presented the maniac. Space rarely was granted, practically gasping as his rolls of fat looked to smothered him. Sinking his serrated teeth drew blood, proceeding to thrash wildly with excessive barrages of hammer fists; a staple of ground and pound. Kinetic force from the gravity sinking from his bulky hands wrung onto his features.

The sensation of pain has begun, hardly bobbing and weaving his head properly to deflect the blows thanks to the top position and the continuous anguish of breathing, ribs slowly suffering from the overwhelming weight. Difficult to address the whereabouts of his supposed partner, a visible smile grew the moment the nice slab of ass delivered a surprising kick to at least render the Hog bewildered and hopefully in minor pain. " Come on fatty, you can't have desert without finishing the MAIN COURSE!!! "

Even bruised, battered, and mutilated beyond recognition, Darius found taunting him to be an excellent tactic of deterrence from leaving his presence to target the woman. Her pretty face choking on his cock was an amusing thing and having it performed gum less was a turn off for him. Eyes bulging with fury entranced, the black pig went headfirst into the action to swing. Arms partially raised to shield the blows barely helped, laughing maniacally to goad him further. Surfing onto the torrent of punishment, bruising beginning to surface even left him determined still. Over a minute of cumulative hammer fists meant to beat into unconsciousness or death wasn't doing its job. Darius took the battering like all the same, nose realigned as a brawler was accustomed to fractures like a junkie to drugs.

Raining sweat on him, the Obsidian Hog was exerting too much to put him away tonight. Every cumbersome downward punch bringing him closer to defeat, a definite if not for defense as his mid-section would warrant an ice pack after this ordeal. Before seizing another strike, even with the degrading situation and most of the power of his punch neutralized, Darius the cunning bastard swiftly threw an ascending left jab to counter strike. Overextending punches coupled with fatigue and telegraphed shoulder movement ensured this man ran into a trap that only a masochist would apply. Retracting after speeding jabs left him with the opportunity for straight rights, the crowd astonished as it was a rarity for the mounted opponent to be fighting back valiantly. Lower reach and being out of shape affected the hog to counters, slowly turning the fat man power against him combined with the force of the counter punch itself, amplifying pain further.

Normal mixed martial arts would had forced Darius to forfeit for all the blows eaten, instead he opted to weather the storm and dish it back out even with the pain shooting up his chest. A repeat of the stand up confrontation, with exception of all of the Hog's strikes getting interrupted and counted. Rocked back from the one-twos, he heaved heavily before the laughter drove him to strike again. This apparent time Darius shot his skull forward to absorb the punch to the forehead...feeling dizzy. If this man was a true martial artist or trained, the top position would paralyze his offenses. Darius was fortunate as he titty twister the pierced hooped piercings of his nipples, looking for an advantage as he weakly wailed on him with half-cocked punches thanks to over committing his energy.