Thread: Brutality's Requiem { 	Angel.of.Darkness/ 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.