Rosie Knuckles vs Chiyo Hamamoto - Flames and Fists

[PuroQueen]

The aftermath of the sit-out powerbomb was a cacophony of agony and disorientation for Chiyo. The impact was still reverberated through her body as she lay sprawled on the mat, her legs uselessly limp over her opponent's frame while her arms were splayed out on the canvas. Each breath was a struggle as Rosie's weight bore down on her chest, pressing her deeper into the mat. Rosie's voice broke through her haze of pain, and Chiyo's eyes fluttered open to see the pink-haired pugilist grinning down at her with a cruel expression. The sight of her opponent's smug face only made Chiyo angrier, her frustration building to a boiling point. But she knew that any attempt at retaliation now would be futile.

The sound of the referee's count felt like an alarm in Chiyo's head, a stark reminder that if she didn't summon the willpower to act fast, then defeat was staring her right in the face. She tried to shift her weight, to push Rosie off of her, but found herself unable to move.

"TWO!"

As the referee's count continued, Chiyo tried to push up even harder, her muscles beginning to twitch and stir into action. Luckily her opponent didn't seem to be putting too much effort into the pin, using it more to toy with her as opposed to a genuine attempt to keep her down. But considering the magnitude of the pain she was in, even that mocking maneuver seemed like quite the hurdle for Chiyo to overcome. With a more determined grunt, she tried to buck again, swinging her hips upwards with a little more resolve this time.

"THR--"

With a frustrated roar, Chiyo summoned a burst of strength. She felt the adrenaline surge through her body, and with a mighty heave, she kicked out of the pin at the very last second! Her limbs bucked free from Rosie's grasp, but the effort left her flopped beside her tormentor, clawing at the small of her back while she still gasped for air. But the fire in her eyes burned brighter than ever before, a sign that she wasn't out of the fight yet!

[Dubski]

Rosie Knuckles had her extremely casual pinfall settled in place as she rested her head on her hand, eyes rolled up as she waited to see if Chiyo Hamamoto would bother kicking out. Surely this rookie wasn't that pathetic. Definitely pathetic, but not nearly as much as Rosie expected. It would be a test of her mettle nonetheless. And not too shockingly, Chiyo had kicked out with authority, her body flopping over at the side of the Pink-Haired Pugilist, still sitting there. She didn't look to impressed as the referee confirmed the two count to her. Waving a hand, Rosie heaved a sigh. "Guess this is how it's gonna be then," said Knuckles, getting out of her comfortable position.

And then she suddenly pounced on Chiyo's back. Rosie was ready to unleash more pain on her foe. She knew Hamamoto was hurting enough, but Rosie had a feeling she could just add to that simply. And as such, she swung a punch directly to the back of Chiyo's head with a hard donkey punch, just wanting to punish her opponent for kicking out and just showing her it wasn't going to get any easier.

Before Rosie Knuckles could follow up, the referee told her to back off, threatening a disqualification. Looking incredulously at the ref, the cute brawler held up her hands and got off of Chiyo, stepping back and giving her some room to try getting back up. "Look alive, dead meat. You wanted more, so you better come and get it," said Rosie arrogantly, adopting a casual boxing pose, not looking too serious about the fight right now. She was just toying with her opponent who hadn't given her a ton of reason to take it seriously quite yet. But at least Rosie was having fun with it.

[PuroQueen]

Chiyo savored every moment of the reprieve she had just earned for herself, every inhale of air more precious than the last. The brief lull wouldn't last long, and she knew it. She had to act fast if she hoped to turn the tables on her brute of an opponent. Still sprawled out on the mat, Chiyo could barely muster the energy to glance over and examine Rosie's position. Instead, she relied on her instincts, feeling the way the canvas shifted as it appeared that Rosie was about to heed the referee's orders and back off enough for Chiyo to rise.

But, as always, Rosie had no intentions of giving the downed girl even an inch of leniency. Chiyo barely had time to roll over when Rosie suddenly lunged at her once again, managing to deliver a devastating punch right in the back of her head. "AAACK!" Chiyo yelped, her body crashing back down to the canvas as her palms clutched at the back of her cranium. The arena fell silent as Chiyo lay motionless on the mat, the impact of the blow reverberating through her entire being. The referee chastised the brawler in the background, but to Chiyo, it was all just a distant echo, lost in the chaos of the pain. The back of the head was a soft spot for any fighter, a region so vulnerable and debilitating that it was usually off-limits in most combat sports, a fact that the cruel pugilist seemed eager enough to exploit.

For a moment, Chiyo was on the brink of tears, calling upon every last morsel of willpower and strength to begin pushing herself back up to her feet, her legs shaking with effort. The audience watched with bated breath, unsure if the rookie would be able to withstand the brutal hit. But Chiyo didn't back down. Her cheeks were as red as her ring name would imply, flush with a level of frustration and anger that was unbecoming of the spunky rookie. Slowly, her fists relaxed out in front of her as Chiyo adopted a more casual grappling stance, her eyebrows furrowed as she prepared to face her brutal foe once again.

"This alive enough for you?" Chiyo quipped as she stepped closer, her stance firm and unyielding with every step. Without warning, she suddenly lunged forward, bending down slightly as if she were attempting a takedown. But at the last second and with surprising speed, Chiyo suddenly straightened out again, using her built-up momentum to swing her leg high and mightily up in the air. But Chiyo's feint was only halfway complete, as her leg would soon switch up directions once again. While Chiyo was far from an expert striker, she still had a trick or two up her sleeve, one of which was about to rain down on Rosie in the form of a question mark kick aimed at the side of her head!

[Dubski]

The Pink-Haired Pugilist continued to watch Chiyo as she pulled herself, grinning at her as she looked to be in rough shape. She loved seeing the toll she put her opponents through and seeing what their breaking point would be. Hamamoto herself seemed angry, hurt, and finally began showing more signs of fight in her. All it took was just a little mean battering and now it seemed like she might get a proper fight out of her opponent.

And soon, Chiyo got closer, bitterly replying to Rosie's taunt, and then a takedown attempt, but false. It cause Rosie to step back low, preparing for it. And then Chiyo lifted her foot up before sending it down towards the side of her head with a Question Mark Kick. The blow cracked to Rosie's skull hard and sent her stumbling off to the side, nearly falling. A good hit. About damn time. Enough of one that it gave Rosie some pause to have to recover from it. As she got her vision back, she let out a soft chuckle. "Guess you found your big girl panties," remarked Rosie, putting a hand to her head to soothe it.

Then, Knuckles came back at Chiyo, slowly at first, before closing the gap quickly. She would then throw a haymaker towards her, looking to try laying on another hit in retaliation for the stinger that Hamamoto sent her way. She knew her opponent wouldn't be able to take many more of them before being incapacitated entirely. It was all about continuing to wear her down now, and Rosie Knuckles was a master of it.