Battle of the Behemoth's (PRIVATE - PAIN ONLY)

The white-haired French behemoth Fury stalked through the packed streets of Atlanta, looking for a man that was in the area that looked practically exactly like her target Pain. Wearing her usual outfit consisting of a black bra that bound her breasts down, black boots and black bicycle shorts, the Paris-born Super Human carefully examined each person she saw with extreme scrutiny. The white-haired, Magenta-eyed with white pupils woman stopped in her tracks as she saw none other then her target right in her line of sight. Her eyes narrowed slightly in an emotionless glare as she tied her long hair back into a ponytail. She quickly hurried over to him and stepped in his direction, the 6 foot 4 inch woman craning her neck just a tad bit to stare into Pain's cold eyes with her own blank, emotionless eyes. "Pain, traitor of Project Perfection. I am Project Fury and I have been assigned to eliminate you. I derive no pleasure in killing a man who has every right to leave behind the ones who have brought him such pain but I have been ordered to do so. Prepare yourself Douleur" the incredibly muscular Amazonian-like French woman said in a quiet, cold and emotionless tone of voice that had a tinge of softness in it from the French accent that was in it.

Pain was on a mission, going around the world and knocking in the teeth of every villain he encountered. Too many of them took advantage of the fact that he had been gone for so long. Now he was just showing them all that it was a big mistake. Well, not at the moment, right now he was procrastinating and slacking. It was just in his nature to take his sweet time with things. He found himself chilling in an empty alley, smoking his signature blunt. His arms were crossed and one legged was propped up against the wall as he puffed on his blunt. It was very cold and windy, and when he exhaled he couldn't tell when to stop. He loved this kind of weather, it had become a favorite to Pain.

He was wrapped up in a black leather jacket, wearing long blue jeans, black boots and a black tank top underneath everything. Not exactly winter gear, but being Pain made all of that unnecessary; temperatures barely effected him.

An odd voice called to him, one with a subtle french accent, one that sounded cold and powerful; similar to his own. "Another one of you punks comin from that Project thing? How many of you do I gotta beat down before ya get the message? I aint comin back to be your weapon. I'm my own man now." He said calmly, ignoring her threats and continuing to puff on his blunt, acting as if she wasn't even there. The brief time she had been here, he took in her appearance. Tall, powerful, and a woman? Something about her just seemed off. He wouldn't take her lightly, but he still just played it cool. And what the hell did she mean by Douleur? What kinda word is that? "Look kid, do yourself a favor and just leave while you got the chance. It aint worth gettin killed over." He said calmly as he exhaled a drag in her direction. He still found it weird that she was so tall and muscular, he'd never seen a woman quite like her.

She gave him an emotionless glare as she backed up a bit. "I wish I could just drag you back, Douleur. However, I have been ordered with your termination and as the obedient Mademoiselle that I am, I must obey my orders. I do not wish to kill someone so similar to I but I have been ordered to do so Douleur" she said as she went full power and swung her right fist up at his chin in a powerful uppercut with her full strength before following it up with a spinning roundhouse kick aimed at his temple.

Pain puffed on his blunt as she spoke, figuring that this wouldn't end the way he had hoped it would. He played it cool, but it annoyed him that she kept calling him that word or name, what ever it was, 'Douleur'. He hated being left in the dark on anything, even a stupid little word. "Stop callin me tha-" Before he could finish his sentence, he was slugged straight in the chin. His whole body slid back a few inches into the wall and his head tilted up with the punch, forcing him to bite down on the blunt and spit it out. He stood his ground, barely moved by her powerful punch that would have sent most to the ground. He seemed almost unaffected by that punch, but he still felt some of the effects. His chin hurt, that's for sure. Before she could get her kick off, he put his guard up and blocked it with his forearms.

"Bad move punk." She used a powerful kick, but Pain was too tough to go down like that. He pushed her kick away and used this brief moment to his advantage and pulled himself from the wall. That cheap shot let her close the distance, he just needed to get away and be ready for the next one cause too many attacks like that and he's out. She packed one hell of a punch, strong enough to bust Pain's lip. A small trail of blood trickled down from his lips, not something he was use to seeing happen so easily. "Look at that. Even made me bleed." He said as he cracked his neck and proceeded to rub his chin. "I never liked beatin' up on the ladies. Even one as manly lookin' as you." He chuckled at her as he assumed his boxer fighting stance and awaited her next move. He'd play defensive for now, least until they weren't in this cramped alley way.

"I cannot leave Douleur until you are dead, unfortunately. As the obedient mademoiselle that I am, I must obey my orders and kill you" she said in that same quiet, cold voice of hers, her emotionless expression never changing, the French woman not acknowledging him calling her manly as she charged at him full speed and went for a leg sweep which she followed up with by bringing her right leg up to drive into his abdomen which she then finished off with a forward roll in an attempt to tackle Pain through the wall.

"You sound like a broken record...Orders...That what you call it? They got you brainwashed like everyone else. Nothin' but a pawn." He said calmly as he prepared for her attack, she was very quick on her toes so it was wise to keep on the defensive. He jumped over her first attack, but was not quick enough to dodge the second. He simply braced for it, putting his forearms up in an X in front of his chest to absorb the blow. It was a powerful kick, but Pain barely felt any of it.

She got too confident and went in trying to tackle the big guy, big mistake! She got him and took him through the wall of the warehouse, but she landed on top of him just long enough for him to wrap his massive arms around her and pull her into his chest. He began squeezing her with all his might, rolling around on the floor to add to the mighty bear hug's damage. "Aint goin nowhere now!" He taunted as he applied pressure, he was sure he had her, but perhaps he still underestimated her strength.

She groaned out softly in pain in that quiet and cold voice of hers. She struggled to get out of the bearhug, using all her strength. She slowly opened her arms from her side just a bit so that Pain's grip loosened a tiny bit. It was tiny, but it was enough for her to slip through his arms. She quickly spun on her right arm and attempted to go for a leg drop and trying to crush Pain's skull by dropping her muscular thigh across it.

Pain felt his grip on her loosen just a little, and in a second she was gone. She luckily slipped through his grip before he could tighten it on her again. As soon as she escaped, he knew he had to move cause he was a sitting duck. "Shit." He grunted as he rolled forward, just barely evading the leg drop. He rose to his feet and turned to face her, his fist's immediately going up and assuming his defensive boxer stance. "Cmon, that the best ya got? Lil Project punk?" He said with a chuckle as that sly cocky smirk crawled onto his face.

"You got lucky girl. Next time I won't be so nice..." For what ever reason, Pain chose to stay on the defensive and didn't make a move where he had an opening. Maybe he saw some of his former self in her, or maybe he just found it difficult to pound a woman's face into the ground. He was still very old-fashioned, that never changed.

"If you're 'nice' to me Douleur, you will not survive. I was created to be, how the Americans say, the female equivalent, of you Douleur, so you know that you must not take it easy" she said in that French accent of hers as she stalked over to him and launched a flurry of 20 punches at his face and abdomen which were backed up by her incredible strength. Pain could tell by her stance and the way she attacked that she did not hate him or resent him like so many others in Project Perfection so she was most likely, as she said, following orders.

The two fighters were in a large and empty warehouse, and the big guy was planning on keeping it that way as long as he could. Best to keep this fight out of the streets, wouldn't want anyone getting hurt. "Equivalent of me? That's cute. They still haven't given up on copyin' me." Pain let out a brief chuckle, smirking at his opponent and barely taking her seriously. It wasn't in his nature to take fights very seriously, and unless he needed to plan, he wouldn't. Besides, this chick couldn't be that tough, at least not compared to him!

Pain took off his leather jacket and tossed it to the floor before assuming his defensive fighting stance once again. He stood tall and strong, wearing a black tank top that revealed his very muscular figure, it made him look far more intimidating. He knew she was pretty quick, but he didn't know the extent of her speed. He was a big goof sometimes, but he wasn't a complete idiot. The big guy knew how to fight opponent's quicker than he was, and he just had to wait for an opening. "Show me what ya got."

A flurry of punches came his way, and he had no choice but to take the defensive and try to get a good shot in. He put his giant arms up in front of him, using them like a shield to her punches as they pounded in. The big guy was also pretty quick on his feet, bobbing in and out of the punches she threw as best he could. Though her speed proved greater than his own, he was still a very skilled fighter! Quite a few of her punches got through his defenses and made contact, but he made sure to protect his face and throat. Her punches hurt and hit him all over, but it wasn't nearly enough to take him down! She was just throwing flurries of punches at him with out any direct target, a big mistake to make against a fighter like Pain! Once he saw a slowing in her punches he went for it, throwing a heavy low punch of his own straight towards her gut!

She gasped out as she felt the punch connect with her abdomen, causing her to bend over slightly, causing her to accidentally give Pain a decent view of her cleavage. When air came back to her, she growled and went to punch him in the right knee in an attempt to at least make him go down to one knee and quickly jumped to as she went for a high kick in an attempt to drive the boot-covered toes of her right leg into Pain's chin. Just in case she missed both, she quickly jumped and front-flipped over him, landing on her feet with her back behind him before she turned around, hooked her large arms underneath his own large arms and locked her hands behind his neck in a sort-of Full Nelson maneuver, Pain's arms held up in the air. Instead of cranking her hands to apply pressure to his thick neck, she chose to instead bend backwards and used her full strength to lift Pain up in the air and slam him down headfirst into the concrete floor of the warehouse by usage of a Dragon Suplex with her full strength that would most likely cause a large crater. If Pain were not as physically tough as he is, his skull could be crushed into powder and he could be killed by the maneuver.

The big guy grinned as her form hunched over his fist, feeling it connect with her ribs was a satisfying thing. Knowing his blow took it's toll got his adrenaline pumping, and he was all excited to fight now. "Best not play rough with me girlie." His grin faded into a sly, cocky smirk, and he was sure he had the upper hand on her now. His eyes stared into hers, showing little interest in her body or her revealing outfit. This was a fight, why the hell would he care? He was a bit of a womanizer, but he wasn't a pig. He pulled his fist away and backed up, giving some space between the two fighters. He could have made another move, but it wasn't in his nature to attack a fighter who wasn't ready to defend their self. "And maybe next time wear somethin' that covers ya up more. Shit." He said with a chuckle, sounding almost like a father being protective. Damn he was getting old...

Pain got back into his defensive fighting stance and awaited her next move which she quickly made. Wasting almost no time with conversation, she was here for a fight and had every intention of beating his face into the ground. Even though this didn't seem to be her will, nothing was going to stop her from following her orders. Sad to see another person be used as a pawn, but what was he to do about it? He moved to defend himself and pulled his leg back, dodging her punch to his knee. He wasn't so lucky with her follow up attack though, he hadn't been quick enough to dodge but only quick enough to defend himself. His massive forearms were put up to absorb the power of the kick, and he blocked it but the force of her attack made him slide back a few inches. She was strong and very quick, but she fought him too bravely. The big guy himself knew plenty of fighting tricks and was not too be underestimated, especially at close range!

She flipped over him, preparing to unleash another attack to his unguarded back, but Pain had seen this coming. He threw his mighty elbow backwards at her before she could even begin an attack, timing it so that she'd be hit right in the chin a second after she landed. "Eat this!" He grunted as his attack ripped through the air towards her. He wasn't about to be taken down so easily!

Her head snapped up to face the ceiling at his elbow struck her directly in the chin. She grunted, backing up and away from him as she maneuvered to the front of him and held her chin, really feeling that attack. She massaged it a bit and stared at him with what could be called an impressed expression. "Not bad Douleur. I see why the leaders of Project Perfection don't want you running around. Cette lutte sera amusant" she commented as she spoke a sentence in fluent French, her cold and emotionless voice become just a bit softer as she spoke in her native language. She cracked her neck loudly, making the cracking sounds echo through the warehouse as she got into a martial arts stance and decided to wait for Pain to make the next move.

Pain felt his elbow make contact, grinning as it pounded into her chin with great force, and sending his opponent sliding back. "Don't feel so good eh?" He chuckled tauntingly at her, pulling his arm back and assuming his fighting stance once again. He turned to face her, staring her down with his icy blue eyes. He stood tall with his long muscular arms at his sides, not putting his fists up yet. Instead he rolled his neck calmly, cracking it in the same manner while he waited for her to recover from that attack.

Her french did nothing but confuse the big guy, he didn't know anything outside of the English language, and what the hell did Douleur mean? Why did she keep calling him that? "Stop callin' me that, and speak English ya project pawn." He put his fists back up, cracking them before assuming a boxer-like fighting stance. "Ya know, even if ya are successful. What do ya get out of it? You'll just get thrown away like the rest of the failed experiments. You aint worth shit to them." He said coldly in his gruff voice, simply speaking the truth.

His stance had changed from before, he had chosen a more aggressive approach this time. He was done waiting for her move, time to make some of his own! "Just wastin' your life!" He grunted as he quickly moved towards her, closing the distance between the two. He put his shoulders down and attempted to ram into her, like a runaway train, there was nothing stopping him!

She let out what could only be described as an emotionless chuckle and stared up into icy blue eyes with her own magenta-colored. "Why should I stop calling you that? It is your name Pain, just in French Douleur" she said quietly with a very small, cold smile on her pale face. She used the strength in her legs to jump over Pain as he attempted to ram into her and turned to face him. "What do I get out of it Douleur? Perhaps the chance to find out who I am" she said in what sounded like a sad yet hopeful tone of voice as she got back into her martial arts stance and awaited his next move.