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[h3]Blood, Violence and Vomit[/h3]


[b][h1][color=95AA71]Fiesty Fox[/color] Vs [color=f26522]Cheeky Monkey[/color][/h1][/b] [/center]

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It took everything in her power to hold back as she stared up at the masked man as he took hold of her wrist. She only grinned up at him, her own mask doing very little to conceal the playful smirk under it. When she was finally released and practically shoved aside by him Zarai looked at the back of his head with the ugliest and most rude glare that even her mother could not muster up. She just scoffed, rolled her eyes, and brushed away the spot he had dared to touch her on.

[color=95AA71][I]"Pinche pendejo, hijo de las mil putas."[/i][/color] She followed soon after, fingers working on her blouse as she rolled up the sleeves. Just looking at him made her blood boil and her heart race with anticipation. The mare thought of landing one single punch only fueled the rage bubbling deep in her stomach. It was something that she had never felt before, this unfiltered and pure hatred she felt towards the man was something new and dare say, exciting.

	[color=peachpuff]“Go back to the kitchen already! You don’t belong here!”[/color]

Zarai glared at the man who had shouted that, pointing at him as she had to Kazu. [color=95AA71]"You're next."[/color] A wide smile spread over her face seeing the look of pure fear and regret on the scrawny man's face as he stopped jabbing the woman and turned to find a way out of the crowd only to find himself stuck in place by the surrounding audience. 

[color=95AA71][I]"Luz."[/i][/color] Was all she said to the man with the megaphone before ducking down under the third rope and swinging one leg over the second, Zarai entered the ring. Pale blue eyes stared directly into Kazu's golden ones as if trying to fight him with just a glare. The more she looked at him, the more the bubbling in her stomach grew; yet, all she wanted to do right now was laugh at him. Laugh at his pitiful attempts to intimidate and insult her as if she had not heard it before. 

[color=95AA71][I]"Que bonito te ves, pensando que me vas a poder vencer."[/i][/color] She rolled her shoulders, craning her head from side to side. [color=95AA71][I]"Tu madre te hubiera tragado y salvado la humillación de hoy."[/i][/color] Someone from the back gasped and screamed [i]"Buuuuurned!"[/i] Zarai ignored them and kept her eyes on the masked man. He was taller, almost a foot more than her, but she was lean and quick. Wulfric and Auguste had taught her that being nimble against such a large target would be enough of an advantage to win. 

Although, the bubbling in her stomach was starting to spread over her body now. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears and her hands were starting to visibly shake. Beads of sweat were forming on her forehead the more she stared at the imbecile in front of her. All the wanted to do was pull off the stupid cowlick of his and shove a fist full of hair down his throat. 

[color=95AA71][I]"Llámame puta una vez más y me aseguraré de que te arrepientas de haber nacido, maldito pendejo hijo de la chingada!"[/i][/color] She had dug her fingers into her blouse, ripping the expensive silk in two as the fabric tore and buttons flew in the air. There, stood Zarai in all her five-foot and one-inch glory, her freckled arms with well-defined muscles glistening under the magical lights. She heard a few whistles and more cheering, especially from the women. 

“[color=f26522]Basta de jugar. Tráelo...puta![/color]” 

Zarai didn't wait for a second longer before charging the man, screaming as she did so, and jumping high up in the air with her knee folded right in front of her. Aiming right for his head.

Chavez simply scoffed at the insults the masked woman returned in spanish which brought out another round of jeers and cheers. A good mix of confusion in the crowd’s faces and tone due to their inability to understand the full scope of the two’s heated argument.

Things only became more heated after Zarai followed Chavez in ripping off her blouse which anyone looking could tell would make fighting awkward and difficult. The cowlicked blonde let out a mocking laugh while sporting an amused grin.”[color=f26522] ¿Esta perra desafía a Chávez y ahora lo imita? Chávez hará que te arrepientas de haber entrado en este ring, Seno- [/color]“ Intending to get one last round of insults; ignoring the crowd who had been worked up into a fervor upon seeing the half naked duo squaring off.

Said attempt was cut short from Zarai suddenly charging without warning then jumping up into the air. Unfortunately she was not exactly subtle with doing so as Chavez easily saw it coming and chose to slide back a step, initially making it seem as if he was simply dodging but then kicked off his heel to propel himself forward towards Zarai who was now mid-way from landing on the mat where he had been moments ago.

His left arm shot out wide as he went where he quickly followed up by wrapping it around her waist grabbing her. Next thing the audience witnessed was Chavez diving at the mat slamming her down with him lying and hovering over her leaving her having to look up at his smug smirking face.”[color=f26522]¡No eres más que una niña que corre como un toro mudo, señorita!![/color]” He started in mocking fashion while laughing in her face, taking some twisted thrill in seeing the woman that disgraced him humiliated in such a manner.

“ [color=f26522]Chavez will be merciful and give you one chance, nino. Surrender and apologize.[/color]”

Her breath escaped her lungs as her back met the ring's floor, leaving Zarai gasping for air. Her vision went black for those few seconds as the flashes from the neon lights made it hard to see. For a split second she didn't see a mask over her, but a pair of familiar blue eyes. It wasn't long for her to force air back into her lungs and return to reality to see who was really over her. [color=95AA71][I]"Mi madre pega mas fuerte que tu."[/i][/color] She spat in his eyes, using the sudden blindness of one eye to kick her knee up and between the man's legs to his crotch. However, Kazu was quick to recover from her spit attack but wasn't quick enough to pull back from her knee. Using his momentary stun to push him off and roll away from him to get to her feet, Zarai looked down at the man with a grin. 

[color=95AA71][I]"Crees que eres el mas chingon aqui, verdad?"[/i][/color] She laughed down at him before turning around and running to the ropes, using them as a boost as she propelled herself up in the air and directly came crashing down on him. It was painful for both, but Zarai's eyes were starting to see red now as those same eyes kept flashing behind the mask. 

Without warning a wad of spit was fired into his eye though thankfully the mask caught most of it. This left the unexpected sting minor enough for him to react and pull his hips back and away from the knee aiming at his crotch. HIs body mostly did this on instinct gained from experience scrapping with drunk women back at the tavern that as you can imagine tended to be dirty fighters and Zarai was definitely one of them.

He saved his groin but doing so left him off balance making it easier for the woman to shove him off leaving him rolling onto his back. The somewhat dazed Chavez lifted his head gazing up at the blonde through slightly stinging eyes barely catching what she said and readied himself to return an insult of his own but she was already running off.

Shaking his head and rubbing the spit from his eye only to take notice of a figure in the air falling towards him.” Que?” 

THUMP!

Her body landed on top of him with a loud crash that had his limbs flying up and a burst of blood spraying from his mouth. Had he not grit his teeth afterwards, the contents of his stomach might have followed.

“ [color=f26522]¡Quítame el culo gordo, perra![/color]” He coughed up the words through gritted teeth, the wind momentarily knocked from his lungs. Christ! This puta was heavier than she looked.

Once his breath returned to him he shoved her off just as she had done to him prior then rolled over to push himself back up to his feet where he wiped the blood from his mouth.”[color=f26522] ¿Tu mamá era una ballena?! Porque eres pesado como uno![/color]” Chavez spat with an aggravated huff of his nose, his rage burned anew as he charged at Zarai who likely got up as well and threw a low upper arm punch with his left arm aiming it at her stomach. 

[color=95AA71][I]"De averdad crees que me puedes insultar con eso?"[/i][/color] Zarai laughed loudly as she stood, fists raised in front of her and legs spread out in a defensive stance. She tried to fight back the red flashes but his eyes... His eyes were blue now. So blue, so cold. Her hands were shaking now, more so than before, as he charged for her. 

When Kazu threw the punch, she stepped to the side before throwing her own punch to his side and making an impact. She swung again, but this time the man hit first sending her head back for a second before she tried to swing again just to be blocked and met another first to the stomach. Zarai stumbled back to look at him, a wide smile spreading over her now red-stained lips. [color=95AA71]"Now you're hitting right."[/color]

The previous blow had left him more staggered than he thought, keeping him from maintaining proper footwork. This led to the woman easily side-stepping his strike and in turn received a wicked punch to the side of his face instead as blood spurt from his nose along with a faint crack.

A blow that might have stunned and thrown Chavez off if not for all the rage and endorphin pumping through his body preventing him from really feeling or at least noticing the pain. This enabled him to recover faster than Zarai expected; dodging the next set of punches thrown at him while returning blows of his own with one smacking her face and the last one this time landing on her stomach.

He took a step back, blood spilling from his nose as he gave a wide, bloody grin of his own.” [color=f26522]Hmph! Chavez normally holds back against a woman, but a dirty bitch like you is no lady.[/color]” His voice came out sounding a bit nasally with a faint whistle as the blow was not quite enough to break his nose but was enough to have it dislocated yet,  this was hardly a first for this experienced scrapper.

“[color=f26522]Una gracia salvadora para ti, al menos puedes hacer una carrera pateando a los chicos en la polla después de que esto termine porque Chávez está a punto de arruinar tu bonita cara![/color]” The masked blonde spat out sending yet another spray of blood flying and this time aimed purposefully at her face to blind her then charged with his right arm held out wide like he did when grabbing her only this time aiming to ram it against her face with as much force as he could put into it. 

Zarai managed to put up her hands in time to stop the mixture of spit and blood from hitting her eyes, but the arm charging her way was too fast for her to dodge. His arm hit her on the chin and lips, the force sending her back onto her with a loud "humf!". Litle bright lights danced around her already red tainted vision as she slowly recovered from the arm to the face. She could feel her lips already swelling from the previous hits and the iron taste dancing in her tongue. 

HIs attempt at blinding failed, but it didn’t matter for the actual attack hit anyway as he could feel the harsh impact of his arm smacking into her face. Chavez quickly spun around on his heels to find the detestable woman sprawled on the ground; hopping forward to tower over her where he then burst into a fit of mocking laughter.”[color=f26522] ¡Ahora todos pueden ver a dónde pertenece legítimamente una puta como tú! ¡Deberías estar agradecido con Chávez por ayudar a hacer que esos labios sean más dignos de una puta![/color]” Talking down and belittling the woman who now looked like the proper rubia tonta she was. 

[color=95AA71][I]"Maldito..."[/i][/color] She pushed herself into a crouching position before kicking her leg out in a swift motion to the back of the man's ankles sending them forward causing him to back. Zarai took the opportunity of her surprise attack to quickly straddle him, securing herself with her knees squeezing his sides tightly. [color=95AA71][I]"Pinche maldito ingrato, hijo de la gran puta."[/i][/color] She let out a laugh while her hands wrapped around the man's neck.

Chavez had gotten so wrapped up in his mocking and gloating that he completely failed to notice what she had been planning to do. Being so conceited and savoring her humiliation led the cocky masked falling onto his back while the sudden sweep struck at an angle to sprain his ankle bringing a sharp cry of pain out of him.

The burning pain coming from his swelling ankle simply another painful sensation Chavez would soon be feeling once the adrenaline and rage dwindled. Yet, for now everything felt dull, save for the insistent squeezing pain coming from her legs digging into  his hips forcing him to grit his teeth to fight back the wincing yelp threatening to escape his bloodied lips.

It wasn’t until he felt Zarai’s hands wrap around his neck and those strong fingers encasing around his windpipe that he let out a heavy, shaky gasp. Chavez peered up at the woman trying to choke him through red eyes; now both metaphorically from the cocktail and physically with blood splattered into them. His first instinct was to howl and sling a long string of insults at the bitch that dared to think she could choke him.

Instead, the widest blood stained toothy grin formed on his brutally battered face. An expression that sent chills through those closest capable of witnessing it.””[color=f26522] Hah! You call this choking?! Come on! Put some actual effort into it...if you intend to choke Chavez then you best damn well mean it![/color]” He spat out through chokes goading her on wanting to see if she had the cojones to really go through with it. Then he broke out in  laughter once more as his hands lifted to grab hold of her wrists though made no attempt to pull off instead squeezed down as if to help her with choking him. His eyes were shining wildly in a crazy and maddening glow entirely visible beneath the mask as he watched; curious and eager to see how far she was willing to take this even as his face began changing colors.

 Zarai wasn't paying attention to anything the man under her was saying anymore. She didn't care. His insults kept on falling on deaf ears as her nails began to dig into his neck and her knees continued to squeeze. There wasn't anything in the world she wanted more than to shut him up, and choking the man was not working. It did not surprise her when he began to push her hands further into his neck despite the obvious change of color on his face. He was crazy, that was for certain, but the more noises he made and the more he continued to talk was starting to hurt her head.

[color=95AA71]"Shut up. Shut up. Shut! Up!"[/color] 

Oh how satisfying it was to see Zarai so agitated and disgruntled when she was the one currently choking a person. That mad toothy grin only widened, refusing to give her what she wanted.” ”[color=f26522]Wh-what’s the matter…nino? Don’t have the cojones to finish the job?[/color]” His words came out in jagged heaving and gasps, talking even as his lungs burned and ached for fresh oxygen but still his hands continued aiding her in squeezing against his throat.

She wanted his to stop. His voice had become grating, like nails on a chalkboard. Poking and prodding her mind with needles until she couldn't take in any more. She pulled back her hands, slapping his away in the process. [color=95AA71]"Shut up."[/color] She grabbed his chin hard, fingers digging harshly into his cheeks and jaw before covering his red-stained lips with her own. She could taste iron, but she wasn't sure if it was because of him or her. 

“[color=f26522] Chavez *wheeze* knew you lacked spine. You squeeze like a widdle *wheeze* bebe. Time to gi-[/color]” Thinking this had gone on long enough and was prepared to pry her hands off which he was confident he could do at any time. And then it happened. 

An experienced scrapper like him had experienced most things allowing him to guess just about anything his opponent could do. But Zarai proved him wrong by doing the one thing he or the crowd for that matter could never see coming.

People around the ring who had once been cheering for the near death of the man now stood there around them staring in confusion before they erupted in cheers once more. Others were left standing there in confusion watching two opponents who had been previously beating each other into pulps kiss in the middle of the ring. To Zarai, their cheers or disproving "boos" did not matter one bit as she had finally gotten what she wanted. 

Silence.

In that brief respite of silence time seemed to have frozen for Chavez. His body stiff like a stoned statue and eyes wide in pure disbelief; unable to do anything but lie there while in that moment felt nothing as if he was floating in an empty void.

The strangely warm sensation of lips mashed against his the first to hit him followed by the taste of iron. Of all places for Chavez (Kazu) to receive his first proper kiss and it was during the middle of a gruesome battle at that. Had he been in his right mind he would be at a complete and absolute loss of what to do. Yet, when his mind returned, so too did the boiling rage and excitement wrought from this brutish fight and soon felt the way she was kissing him. 

A kiss not out of passion, desire or love. No, this was one borne out of hate signaling that their match was not over, merely shifted to a different style. And if she thinks Chavez was one to back down from a challenge then she was about to learn to regret underestimating Chavez's own hate and determination to win.

The crowd got to bear witness as the masked blonde moved his left hand to grab hold of the back of Zarai’s head pressing down deepening their kiss. To those watching it may have seemed like the pair were in the throes of a passionate make-out, but unbeknownst to them it was simply another form of their hate duking it out. 

Her silence was soon interrupted by the man below her returning the kiss. Her lips stung as they rubbed against her teeth, but she didn't let the pain stop her from defeating him. She pushed her tongue past his lips. Everything began to spin around them, and the audience's voices began to echo in her mind. It felt like the whole world was coming down on her suddenly. Every part of her body now weighed a ton, her mind no different. Confused and angry, Zarai bit the man's tongue before breaking their kiss. [color=95AA71][I]"Hijo de la chingada—"[/i][/color] She couldn't finish her sentence when she felt it in her throat. Zarai fought back the urge as she forced herself off the man and to the edge of the ring.[hider=Vomit Warning] Unfortunately, her body began to betray her as her arms failed to carry her further before emptying her stomach onto the ring. [color=95AA71]"Fuck."[/color] Was all she said before collapsing next to the puddle of her own vomit.[/hider]

It would become quickly apparent that Chavez (Kazu) lacked any experience with kissing as he was more or less just mashing his lips against hers in a challenging manner. A stubborn refusal to give up or accept defeat spurned him on even when her tongue invaded his mouth thinking it another challenge to clash against his own. Soon having his tongue bitten causing him to release his grip while wincing with tears welling up in his eyes.

Once she had gotten off, Chavez pushed himself up into a sitting position to see Zarai staggering her way to the edge where she unleashed the contents on her stomach as any too slow to dodge found themselves the unlucky recipients of the mess. With a victorious laugh, the masked blonde jumped back onto his feet just as his most hated opponent collapsed to the floor where she was left lying in a puddle of her own sick. Taking a moment to peer down at the defeated woman wanting to relish his victory and though this woman had insulted and angered him in ways he never thought possible found himself respecting her tenacity. A blazing fire that no other women has yet displayed. Lifting his hands to his nose and with a quick jerk affixed his nose back in place with an audible crack sure to make any who heard it cringe.

“ [color=f26522]Ah-hah! In the end Chavez is the victor! Gaze upon this stage and lay witness to what happens to those who dare dishonor Chavez![/color]” Exclaiming boisterously with that wide scarlet grin while motioning towards Zarai left in such a pitiful state.”[color=f26522] Si! All who dare to challenge Chavez knows where they shall end up, but though she has lost, this rubio has proven herself a most zorro luchador![/color]” Throwing his arms up signaling to the audience to applaud for her.

A most brutal and gruesome battle that had come to an end and while rage still burned wickedly. Chavez was one to offer respect to strong opponents and Zarai proved his most ferocious. Still feeling rage towards her, but beneath it lie an inexplicable attraction.
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