I've decided to take one of my favourite OC's on a cinematic deathmatch tour of some of movie history's greatest killer fighters. There's no canon, I'm just slotting her into the various movies to take on and get crushed by some badasses from a loosely planned roster LOL
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VS PUMOLA (BLOODSPORT)
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As two more names went up on the board overlooking the Kumite fighting platform, the hawaiian fighting prodigy tried to hide the hard gulp that suddenly filled her throat.
"HOLLY BROCKLER" -- "PUMOLA"
Holly was proud and eager to make her mark when she managed to gain entry to the brutal tournament, being a twin rarity among the combatants as she was both female and a distant foreigner. She had managed to secure a decisive win in the opening round, battering a muay thai fighter before choking him out with her mother's signature dragon sleeper hold. But she also had seen her next opponent dominate his first opponent even more brutally, practically breaking a brave karateka in half before throwing the man right off the platform.
Taking a long sip of water as she sat in the fighters' bleachers, Holly let some of the liquid run over her face and through her dark mane of curly hair. Droplets ran down her bare neck and shoulders as she stood, wearing red fight briefs and an orange sports top with tape around her wrists. She put on a brave face, ignoring the other fighters as she stepped down past them, and letting the crowd's excitement fill her heart with courage before she stepped up onto the mat of the fighting platform. Turning to stride across her side of the ring, Holly raised her arms to play to the crowd. However, she also was prolonging the period before she had to turn back and see Pumola's massive form standing across from her. The grappling goliath's loincloth left little to the imagination as he loomed, grinning at the sight of Holly's widening eyes. She shook off the visible nerves, bouncing lightly on her bare feet as she watched Pumola begin to lumber towards her.
"HAJIME!"
When in doubt, Holly's solution was always to turn to shock and awe, so she flew forward with an overhand blow. Turning in place, she followed up with a backfist, and then span around and leapt to slam her foot into her opponent. Her battle cry was still echoing through the arena when she landed, looked up, and saw Pumola merely regaining his balance after stumbling back two steps. Not pausing for breath even as she panted heavily, Holly threw another overhand strike, but found her wrist intercepted by Pumola's hand. She swang her other fist, but it too was caught midway to its target. Grunting harshly, Holly could only watch as her arms were forced down below her waistline, and then yanked forward to pull her into a trapping bearhug.
"Uuaaugh! Uh-UHNG!!" With two massive arms compressing her against an equally massive chest, Holly struggled to wriggle free as her ribs began to feel the pressure build around them. She began to moan as she shook her head, baring her teeth as she tried to flex her pinned biceps to resist. Pumola responded by leaning back, lifting his opponent off her feet as she began to cry out louder in pain. Holly's feet kicked in the air as they tried to find the mat, while her gasps grew thinner and harder. "Can't breathe...can't get free!" Holly's mind raced as beads of sweat dripped down her skin. "C-can't...lose...like this..."
With a shrill cry, Holly reared her head back and swang her forehead towards Pumola's face. There was a meaty impact, but the bearhug was still locked around her. Desperately, Holly threw two more headbutts, finally feeling her opponent's arms come loose as the huge grappler staggered back with a dazed expression. She fell to the mat in a heap, her chest heaving for breath as she clutched her aching ribs. Seeing Pumola already cracking his neck and blinking rapidly to regain his senses, the hawaiian girl moaned in pain as she forced herself back up to her feet, knowing she had to keep up the pressure. Holly threw both of her feet forward, slamming her heels into one of Pumola's legs and dropping him to one knee. With a ragged and hungry look in her eyes, the hawaiian girl threw two successive hooks into each of the large grappler's cheeks, before leaping around his shoulder to get behind him. Feeling Pumola begin to stand as she tried to lock in her signature dragon sleeper, Holly jumped and gripped her legs onto her opponent's flanks, trying to pivot to a backpack dragon sleeper to finish him off.
While she began to lock in the hold, Holly's heart raced as she felt Pumola's hands simply grab hold of her arms and begin to force them open. "N-Nrrrhh! No!!" Holly's arms flexed and shivered as she poured all her might into maintaining the hold, and her expression grew dire as she felt herself being overpowered nonetheless. Then her eyes grew wide as Pumola began to drag her off his back, pulling the wildly struggling hawaiian girl over one of his shoulders as he collected her into his arms in a helpless position. Holly's arms and legs beat at Pumola rapidly and awkwardly, causing little more than the smacks of skin against skin while she made increasingly panicked sounds, held across Pumola's chest in a dreading anticipation.
Her fears were justified when Pumola proceeded to slam her back down into his knee with a loud crack. "GAUWRH!!" Holly's body bent as she let out an agonized cry, before her opponent simply let her fall heavily to the mat. Beads of sweat that had sprayed from her skin when she took the brutal backbreaker proceeded to spatter to the mat around her, while the hawaiian girl clutched her back and writhed at Pumola's feet. Her anguished expression gave away how hopeless her match had become, and her eyes snapped open when her opponent reached down and grabbed hold of her skull to haul her back up to her feet. She clutched at Pumola's wrists, otherwise completely at his mercy as the crowd began to grow louder with anticipation.
Holly looked up at Pumola with a fearful and beaten expression, and he responded by finally giving her a headbutt of his own. "GUH!!" The hawaiian girl's arms swang out as her eyes rolled up slightly, completely stunned while Pumola slid his arms in to fasten around her body. With a loud grunt, he lifted Holly up into a far more brutal bearhug than before, cracking one of her ribs within seconds as she screamed in pain and struggled wildly. "HAU-AAAUUUWWGHAAAW!!" Holly's sole attempt to fight back dissolved into uselessly slapping her arms against Pumola's head and shoulders as another of her ribs cracked loudly. Sweat flew from her head as she whipped it back and forth, shaking it rapidly while her ribcage felt like it was being crushed inside of her.
"It's over, I'm finished, I-I have to give up," thought Holly, quickly losing the ability to think without blankets of agony dropping over every thought. "Wha-what was the word? Oh god, oh g--"
"GAAAWWWHH!!" A very loud crunch caused Holly to spit some blood out of her mouth. The pressure finally paused as she shivered and spasmed in Pumola's arms, barely noticing that his grip was shifting down to the small of her back. "M-muh...mah..." Holly whimpered as she began to remember the phrase 'matte', but she only had moments to clearly state it. The crowd was erupting as many of them were eager to see the decimation of an american fighter in their vaunted tournament.
Holly's lips sputtered as she began to surrender, "M-mah...mattAAWWGHAAAUUHHAAAW!!" Pumola planted his feet and began pumping his arms as he put all his power into tightening the bearhug, cutting off his opponent's surrender as she simply howled in pain. Holly's arms and legs simply flailed in primal fear as she felt her back begin to shudder and pop. Her sweat-soaked body crushed up against Pumola's, flopping against his like a dying fish before a meaty crunch filled the arena with the sound of her freshly-broken back. "AOUGH!!!" Holly's upper body jerked forward sharply before sagging back, as her arms and legs suddenly went limp and she was forced to experience being crippled in the ring. Pumola harshly pumped the bearhug twice more, forcing Holly to spasm as her back broke in two more places and her tongue shot over her lower lip. "GAW!!...AIYAUGH!!" Her own shrieks of pain echoed in her ears with the sound of her crunching spine as everything went dark.
The hawaiian girl's eyes had rolled back by the time Pumola released her, utterly finished by the brutal destruction of her spine. Holly rapidly collapsed to her knees, arms hanging at her sides as she flopped forward and hit the mat face-first with a loud smack of skin on canvas. Her bare feet bounced lifelessly to a rest behind her, as the flesh of her lower back sagged into a visible dent where her spine had been crushed and broken. While the ring official quickly checked and confirmed that she had a pulse, it was obvious that she was unlikely to recover, and attendants made haste as they rolled her over and hauled her off the canvas by her shoulders and ankles before she potentially expired right there on the mat. Holly's face was frozen in a gaping, comatose expression of crippled agony, partly hidden by strands of sweaty hair as she was carried out of sight.
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VS CLAUDIA (BALLISTIC)
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"Think of this as a...job interview."
Holly Brockler was an eager hawaiian brawler who had heard that someone in town was into hiring female muscle, and the idea of making a living dealing out poundings was too enticing for her to ignore. Eventually she found herself in a secluded warehouse, facing several individuals seated before a small square platform that was surrounded by towering stacks of shipping boxes.
Holly had done enough underground matches to know a ring when she saw one, and quickly kicked off her sandals to step barefooted onto the canvas-covered wooden surface. "Beat down my competition? Sounds good to me." Wearing a small orange top and scant red jeans shorts, she pulled her curly dark hair back into a loose ponytail and grinned.
The group chuckled at her confidence. "The only one up for elimination is you, little lady. Claudia, if you would?" A man motioned towards the lone woman in the group, who stood up and allowed a white robe to slip off her shoulders and onto the floor. Claudia wore a bright crimson bodysuit that left her muscular arms bare, with a matching headband holding back her bobbed blonde hair.
Sneering, Holly cracked her knuckles. "I don't need a fancy costume to break your face!" The hawaiian girl moved in hungrily, throwing a pair of punches that smacked loudly against Claudia's jaw. The blonde enforcer's eyes flared with intensity before she leaned back, dodging a third punch and catching Holly's fist with one hand. Holly winced as she felt her fist crack lightly under the sudden pressure of Claudia's grip, before taking a hard punch to her flank. Claudia span the stunned challenger around in a circle before throwing her across the mat.
As Holly pushed herself to her knees, she heard Claudia's red-booted feet marching slowly towards her. The hawaiian girl scrambled to stand, watching warily as her opponent simply continued to walk towards her without any worry. "You get one more," said Claudia, idly running a hand down her jawline, "and then I break more than your face." Holly's expression twisted into a mixture of intimidation and stubborn anger, before she threw a hard right hook that landed heavily against Claudia's cheek. Charging in, Holly grabbed hold of her opponent's shoulders and shot a knee into Claudia's gut, quietly gasping as the enforcer's abs felt like a sheet of rock.
Before she could follow up, Holly's assault was halted by Claudia's hand firmly gripping her incoming leg. "Enough," snarled the blonde enforcer. Caught in close quarters, Holly struggled but could not fend off Claudia's other hand as it grabbed hold of her shorts. She cried out as Claudia suddenly pulled and hurled her up into the air, releasing the suplex as soon as it began so that Holly's body simply flew over her shoulder and landed in a heap behind her. After a painful impact against the hard mat, Holly was slow to stand up. She tried to focus as she saw Claudia leaping towards her, spinning gracefully before cracking a hard kick across the hawaiian girl's face. Stumbling in a circle, Holly threw a wild punch back at her opponent, but as soon as it connected she received a blow to her chest. Holly traded punches three more times, her own landing more sloppily each time as Claudia's responded with twice the power.
Staggering in place, Holly tried to throw a kick, but Claudia smashed both of her fists right into the incoming limb. "GAUHW!!" Holly fell to her knees, realizing something in her leg nearly shattered from that counterattack, but had no time to regroup before Claudia's fists smashed down into her back with a soft crunch. Holly flopped out onto her stomach with a grunt, shivering slightly as she writhed in pain, feeling like a wrecking ball had just dropped into her spine. Claudia looked to her employer with purpose, silently inquiring if she should finish the fight, but the man chuckled and shook his head before responding out loud, "Have some fun, first."
Trying to push herself off the mat, Holly's eyes began to fill with dread at those words, while she realized she could not put much pressure on her injured leg. Before she could think of a plan, Claudia firmly grabbed hold of the backs of her top and shorts, and then hurled the hawaiian girl straight up into the air. Holly shrieked before landing heavily on the mat in a heap, having been thrown like a sack of garbage. A firm hand gripped the back of her scalp, forcing Holly to stand and then take a sharp punch to the gut. Spitting out something onto her opponent's chest as her body jerked from the strike, Holly was helpless as Claudia proceeded to lift her overhead like a set of weights.
At her opponent's mercy, military-pressed high above the mat, Holly's will finally broke as her arms and legs flailed. "No more...please! No more!" Claudia strode confidently towards one side of the ring, unphased by her struggling opponent's verbal submission as she used Holly to display her strength to those watching the fight. Arriving at the mat's edge, Claudia proceeded to pitch Holly straight forward. The hawaiian girl's shriek cut off as her body smacked against a shockingly sturdy wall of stacked shipping boxes, bouncing off of their hidden contents of unforgivingly heavy payload. Holly fell and crashed loudly into more shipping boxes that crumpled slightly, leaving her limp and moaning form in a messy cardboard crater of debris.
Claudia took her time approaching the prone hawaiian girl, but once she reached her location, the blonde enforcer was quick to reach in and lift Holly's body straight back up into the air. Pressing Holly up once again, Claudia walked back to the ring and then slammed her headfirst into the mat. Holly came to a rest spread out on her back, staring up at the ceiling as her head weakly lolled from side to side. "N-no more...please..." She didn't want the job anymore, she just wanted to leave the warehouse in one piece. But her pleas were answered by the sight of Claudia looming over her, wielding a very heavy and sealed shipping box overhead. Holly tried to raise her hands as she sputtered, "No! NO, PLEASE!!"
The shipping box slammed down onto Holly's chest with a soft crunch, causing her bare hands and feet to flop and spasm against the mat. Claudia lifted and tossed aside the shipping box, ignoring the loud thud of its landing as she looked down at her opponent. Holly lay spreadeagled and wheezing, staring glassily at the ceiling as her crushed ribs filled her chest with agony. Claudia harshly pulled Holly up into a seated position, stepping around her to wrap her powerful arms around the beaten girl's throat and left shoulder. Claudia lifted Holly off the mat and into a chickenwing chokehold, once again giving her employer a meaningful look as the hawaiian girl sputtered out some blood from her mouth.
The man nodded. "Interview's over. Bad luck, little lady."
Feeling Claudia's powerful arms coil like pythons around her throat and underarm as a hand began to grip her cheek, Holly's eyes grew wider. "Glk-give...GIVE!! G-GAWHK!!" A sharp twist made Holly's neck snap wetly as she let out a squawk. The hawaiian girl's eyes remained wide as she shivered and gurgled, spasming in Claudia's powerful clutches. Coiling her arms even tighter as their muscles bulged, Claudia firmly forced Holly's twisted neck to fold sideways and down. There was a meaty crunch as the flesh of Holly's neck curled in on itself, finishing the challenger off for good with a final flop of her lifeless limbs. Claudia held her prey tightly for a few moments, before relaxing her grip and grabbing a handful of Holly's barely-ponytailed hair. She pulled up to display Holly's dead visage like a trophy, eyes unevenly closed and rolled back with bloody drool dripping from either side of a hanging tongue. Letting the dominated body of her opponent fall to the mat, Claudia returned to her seat for a drink as two guards headed to the ring. Holly's lifeless form was lifted and dumped into an empty shipping crate, curled up to fit before it was sealed inside for disposal.
"What fun," said the man, putting an arm around Claudia's shoulder. "Next!"
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VS BRAKUS (BEST OF THE BEST 2)
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It had been a brutal few weeks, but Holly Brockler finally made it. After three victories in the notorious underground arena known as The Coliseum, she was able to issue a challenge to its champion.
"If I win, I become the owner...the fucking OWNER of this place," she thought, furiously warming up backstage. "And even if I lose, I'll have one hell of a boost to my combat cred."
Holly did not know much about the Coliseum champion, but in the pit of her stomach she knew there was a chance that she would be in for a beating in just a few minutes. But the risk was worth it. Already working up a sweat in her fight attire of taped wrists, red compression briefs, and a small orange sports bra, she pushed back the long locks of her curly dark hair and began to make her way to the now-familiar Coliseum ring: a throwback to gladiatorial combat of old, right down to the columns and torches, but catering to the rich and depraved. She could already hear the infamous announcer rolling into his pre-fight build-up as she approached the closed entrance to the ring.
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"We have a challenger! She's fought her way through our gladiators for this chance at greatness, he first daughter of the mighty Krusher Kaila...ladies and gentlemen, give a big Coliseum welcome to Ms. Holly Brockler!"
The metal door in front of her swung open, and Holly stepped out into the lavish ceremonial fight pit as a spotlight shone on her. She quickly saw that the walls of the pit were also viewing windows for most of the audience, while a smaller but louder crowd of high-rollers watched from above and screamed a mix of jeers and encouragement at her.
"Show us what you got, kid!" "Get wrecked, island girl!"
"Ladies and gentlemen, the ultimate warrior who has never known defeat, the master and owner of the Coliseum, the champion of the underworld...BRAKUS!"
A glass door slid up as ring girls presented the titanic german fighter that stepped into his own spotlit view. Opening his arms wide as a large purple cape hung behind him, the crowd went wild at the sight of their champion. Dressed all in black with his muscular arms bared, he let the ring girls remove his cape before stepping onto the fight pit floor, playing to the high-roller crowd that watched from above as they gave him a standing ovation. The black-booted and crew-cut champion gave a mocking bow to Holly, who cracked her knuckles and scowled back.
"Now remember, when you hear the buzzer, there is only one rule..."
"THERE ARE NO RULES!" roared the crowd in response.
"And you love it! Ha ha! Fighters, to your corners. Ladies and gentlemen...the Coliseum!"
The fight pit cleared quickly, leaving only Holly and Brakus together in the Coliseum ring as a loud buzzer sounded and the spotlights faded into wider arena lighting. Not one to back down from such an opportunity, Holly charged in, throwing a right hook quickly followed by a back elbow strike with the same arm. Brakus took both blows, standing firm even as Holly launched a foot into his chest with a leaping side kick. The hawaiian girl pressed in to throw an uppercut, but suddenly found her fist batted to one side before Brakus backhanded her with a loud clap of his knuckles against her cheek. Holly stumbled back, wanting to hold her ground but completely blindsided by the force and speed of her opponent. Brakus grinned and turned his back to her, raising his arms to some of the high-rollers watching from above, while Holly's lip curled back in a snarl. "Your funeral, asshole!" she roared, running towards the Coliseum champion with a fist reared back.
With even greater speed than his backhand counterattack moments before, Brakus whipped around and swept his arm to catch Holly's incoming punch, trapping her arm under his. Holly winced, reaching to pull herself free, before her opponent wrenched the twisted and locked limb with a soft crunch of sinew. "GAUH!!" The hawaiian girl faltered, stumbling slightly as Brakus led her in a small circle to show her off to the crowd while she suffered the pain of abused muscles in her arm. Her cheeks growing red from both exertion and embarrassment, Holly turned and began throwing knee strikes into Brakus's midsection. After two solid hits, Brakus forced her to stop with another wrench of her trapped arm, before shooting a fist into the center of her face. Holly's head snapped back from the hit, her eyes going wide from the shock of the powerful strike as she fell to one knee. Brakus released her arm, taking his time to line up a shot before punching her again square in the face. Holly hit the mat on her back, quickly sitting up but clearly in a daze as she blinked and tried to focus. "Felt like getting...punched by a truck..." she thought, finally starting to see through fuzzy vision that her opponent was once again facing away from her to engage with the audience.
Now slightly punchdrunk, Holly charged Brakus from behind yet again, shooting a thrust kick at him. She was sure she would catch him this time, until he deftly dodged her with a half-spin while catching her leg. Holly's face began to fall as she saw the elbow drop down, and then her expression exploded in pain as Brakus's elbow cracked straight into her kneecap. "KAAAUHUH!!" Barely standing on one foot as she clutched her knee, Holly was defenseless when a short uppercut cracked into her jaw. Brakus snatched hold of Holly's hair, keeping her upright in order to sink a punch into her gut and double her over. Then, gripping her head with both hands, he drove a knee into her forehead with a loud crack. Holly was launched back up to her feet, eyes wide and glassy as some blood trickled from her nose. She stood stunned and wobbling as Brakus wound up, and then turned to smash a boot into the side of her head with a high roundhouse kick.
Hitting the mat in a sprawl, Holly tried to roll away and regain some distance, but was so addled from blows to her head that she simply crawled aimlessly on her hands and knees until her opponent took hold of the back of her scalp and hauled her back to her feet. After a moment, Brakus began punching Holly in the face, forcing her to jerk and grunt as her body grew more rubbery.
"SHE challenged the champ?" "Bury this loser!"
If it weren't for the third punch smashing a bruise into her face, Holly would have been more upset at how much the crowd had turned on her for her performance. "GLAUHFH!!" Brakus threw an entire forearm into her cheek, smashing her head to one side and forcing a bloody spray to fly from her nose and mouth, spattering one of the viewing windows with sticky crimson. "G-gladiators were strong but...he's un...unstoppable!" Holly's regretful reverie devolved into a howling moan as Brakus scooped her right off her feet, lifting her just over his head before throwing her into a 6-foot drop that ended with a brutal thud of skin on canvas. Sprawled on her side, Holly shivered as she tried to stand back up, grabbing one of Brakus's pant legs as she did so.
"C-Can't end like this...not after everything I..." Holly's thoughts rambled like a half-conscious eulogy as she tried to right herself, only to find a hand snatch hold of her throat to help her the rest of the way. The hawaiian girl choked out a protesting squeal as she was then lifted overhead once again, this time pressed like a struggling set of weights. Brakus turned and almost presented her squirming body as a prize to the high-rollers, before throwing her face-first into the mat.
Laying prone on her stomach and barely conscious, Holly felt a wave of heat as she looked up to see flames begin to circle the ring, while curtains drew closed over the lower viewing windows. "Then I...I lost...?" Her thoughts were cut off as a hand harshly gripped the back of her throat and pulled her stumbling to her feet. Her body was beaten and her spirit was broken, and she began to accept that she would suffer one more show of domination before a long recouperation.
"In the tradition of the Coliseum, you priveleged few must decide...life? Or death?"
Brakus yanked Holly into a choking front facelock as the crowd cheered his name, and the hawaiian girl could only cough and claw weakly at the champion's arms and hips. The question began to fire up a spike of doomed adrenaline in her body.
"Does she live?"
Holly could not see the announcer's thumb begin to tip to one side, but she could hear the bloodthirsty crowd's response to the offer of mercy, and her eyes began to grow wide as one word filled her thoughts. "D-deathmatch...?!" She began to claw and slap more rapidly, trying to submit to her opponent who simply responded by tightening the front facelock choke and walking her towards the center of the fight pit. Holly's bare feet practically dragged across the mat as she could barely even stay up on her toes due to Brakus's height, while he kept her head firmly trapped under one arm.
"Or does she die?"
"YEAH!! DIE!!" "FINISH HER, CHAMP!!" "KILL THAT HULA GIRL!!"
Gasping and whimpering rapidly as the front facelock choke continued to tighten and the crowd's decision filled her ears, Holly tried to surrender but could even barely find the breath to cry out. "Gih!...Pluh!! NUH!!" While the beaten hawaiian girl's hands desperately pawed at his arms and hips, Brakus simply looked up at his adoring fans and the downward thumb that signaled their decision.
And then, he wrenched his choking arm with a brutal flex of its muscles, pulling it tighter with his other arm as he leaned back. "GYEUHGH!!" Holly's feet left the mat and shuddered with spread toes as her neck cracked loudly within the hold, lifted and practically hung by the force of the giant german folding her head forward and crushing her throat. The hawaiian girl's eyes bugged out, bloodshot and staring down at her own clawed fingers as her arms and legs spasmed from the finishing choke. Brakus jerked his choking arm back harshly, bending Holly's head to one side and fully breaking her neck with a meaty crunch. "AWH!!" A sharp squawk was the last noise the hawaiian girl made before her arms and legs went limp, hanging in the air as Brakus continued to hang her in the front facelock.
Once some drool had begun to patter on the mat beneath him, Brakus released the hold, allowing Holly's lifeless feet to return to the mat before she slumped to her knees. The finished hawaiian girl pitched forward, her bruised and bloodied face resting against her killer's leg for a moment. Her eyes were wide and slightly rolled up, locked in a beaten and terrified expression. A bit of foamy saliva dribbled from her lips before she slid forward and hit the mat face-first, where she lay facedown like a discarded toy for some time before finally being dragged away.
