Mortal Combat!
Who: Devildriver Where: The Ring When: Tuesday Night
This was... not a fight that was going well. Or, rather, it was going perfectly well for the demon that was fighting her. It wasn't going well for Devildriver herself. She'd hit the ground so many times, she felt like she intimately knew them at this point. Blood oozed sluggishly from her nose and the corner of her mouth - which only served to incite the crowd. Especially the blood drinking variety that were out there. She was positive at least one and it was far more likely three or four ribs were broken. One eye was swelled closed, and probably turning black. Devildriver was down for the count! Until she got up on her knees, then her feet again.
If he wasn't under strict orders to never, ever throw in her towel, the guy in her corner would've thrown it in about there, because the demon she was fighting? While bruised, maybe even a little broken, was in no way as injured as Devil herself. And he wasn't at all surprised that when she got to her feet, Devildriver got slashed across her face, tearing the skin away from her cheekbone and up into her hairline. The blow finally rendered her unconcious, though, and she fell face first onto the floor of the cage.
The demon grabbed her by one leg and held her upside down to present to the cheering crowd. She didn't react, except to drip red liquid from her facial wounds. Before the referee could stop him, he slammed her back down again.
Devil didn't wake up when they dragged her out of the cage, leaving a wide blood smear behind her.