Taking Flight- Zetta vs Rosie.

[SubtleRoar]

*Without the opportunity to retaliate, given how she was frozen from anguish, Zetta could only listen on in horror as the final number was approached over the loudspeaker!* "THREE! CLANG CLANG CLANG!" *And finally, her untimely demise had been broadcast across the wrestling world, defeat hitting her harder than anything Rosie had administered throughout the entirety of the brawl. However, despite this, the eastern virtuoso felt a sliver of solace knowing the match had finally concluded; regardless of the unfavorable outcome, it was all over with, and she could simply shake it off and start anew tomorrow.*

*Gradually working up the energy to roll away from her adversary, Zetta scaled the turnbuckles and faced herself towards Rosie, barely capable of even standing after such a colossal powerbomb.* "Mmhh..." *She conjured up what seemed to be her version of high praise, pressing the palms of her hands together before subsequently bowing in the victorious party's direction.* "You deserve it! You deserve it!" *The audience seemed to agree with Zetta, appreciative of how sportsmanlike she was after such a humiliating defeat!*

[Dubski]

Rosie Knuckles had the pinfall and instantly, she got off of her opponent, going to the nearest ropes and then throwing a fist in the air, celebrating her big win! A look of satisfied glee on her face, the brawler would prance around the ring, pounding her chest and showboating for her victory! If anything, she was a very proud winner.

The cute brawler would then be distracted by the crowd chanting that she deserved it. Deserved what? She would turn around and saw that Zetta was giving her a bow of respect for their match. Rosie looked around, seemingly surprised by the act, and she smiled at Zetta and began to walk towards her. "That's... actually really sweet," said Knuckles, putting her arms out as she got close as if she was going to embrace her.

And then, as Rosie got close, she began to spin and then absolutely laid into Zetta with her discus punch finisher, The Mean Right Hook. Rosie would then scowl down at Zetta and shake her fist that she just used to level her former opponent and added, "Miss me with that crap, loser!" The deceptively cute and badass brawler would then hop out of the ring and then walk to the back with a satisfied smile on her face, fist thrown into the air. Rosie had her win and then got to punk out her opponent after the match. A good night for her, certainly.

[SubtleRoar]

*Fully anticipating some form of reciprocity for her kindness after suffering a loss at the hands of the pink pugilist, Zetta couldn't help but determine that something was...unusual about the way Rosie approached her: The off kilter shoulders, her unusual stride, all commanded by a body posture that screamed duplicity and deception. Wether or not it was just her nerves getting the better of her, Zetta decided to leave one foot slightly postured backwards as an insurance policy, just in case her gut feeling had merit.*

*Shockingly enough, her suspicions were accurate, as Rosie attempted to flatten the phoenix with a knuckle sandwich!* "Nnnmh!" *Fortuitously enough, she managed to narrowly dart out of the way at the last possible second, but not without the edges of the pinkette's fist kissing her right facial cheek. The level of vigor alone sent Zetta spiraling towards the canvas, more dumbfounded than injured, as she gnashed her teeth in vexation!*

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*Accompanying this act of callousness was a symphony of jeers and hissing, so much so that Zetta's own thoughts were drowning in the whirling hurricane of disdain that the audience conveyed towards Rosie. This, however, did not seem to faze her in the slightest, as she left the ring with the victory hers and hers alone. Zetta would eventually exit on her own, the audience applauding her valiant efforts despite having come up short. She may have won the battle, but the war between these two was just getting started.*

Winner: Rosie Knuckles.