Standard Match: Rose Martinelli vs Spectre — A Lasting Taste

[Monsy]

After sooooooo many hits, Spectre felt completely zen and in her happy place. She felt warm and aroused. The victim beneath her was soulless. She didn't feel a thing from the pleading. It touched an empty part of her brain that didn't exist. Instead, she found the swelling beautiful. To have the power to do this to another human body was a cocktail. Ever since her debut here, her opponents were a new drink. The effect was the same: intoxication.

Alas, though. There was little more to do with such a broken toy. Spectre kneeled on their chest again. All this time, her cigarette had stayed in the slits of her mask, off to the side and in the corner of her lips underneath. It was mostly spent, with the ashes arching over like a limp noodle. She pulled it out, grabbed their jaw, jerked their mouth open and pressed the still lit butt on Rose's tongue. Just as part of her goodbyes.

[Sigma Morgan]

After so many hits Rose was left panting, barely conscious, bruised, bleeding, and laying in agony beneath her torturers boot until the woman lowered herself to a knee. Rose's eyes were clenched shut weakly shaking her head like she was trying to wake up from a nightmare. Rose's eyes then shot wide open though as her opponent used her tongue like an ash tray to put the remainder of her cigarette out causing Rose to shriek in pain and gag in disgust all at once trying to pull her face away from her opponent's grasp.

[Monsy]

With how they screamed tonight, Spectre thought about putting them in a small cage. She could question them about the taste and texture of food and water. If they tasted tobacco in her meals, or had to deal with the constant smell of tar. A week would be enough, and then she could test out all sorts of devices that she had been cooking up. Though. Taking care of a pet like a human would be expensive, so…

She tried to pat them on the head as part of her goodbyes. But Rose’s face kept pulling away. One moment, she was softly smiling and content. The next she just wanted to crack them open until they stopped moving and wailing like an injured animal.

KONK.
…
KONK.

Went her crowbar on their head, hoping that was enough metal against bone to make that blob of jello inside their head to wobble and conk off the walls into a sudden sleep. She swiped the hair piece then stood. The referee’s face was pale and locked with a hand on the rope. They didn’t say anything but inch closer, slowly, to see if they’d be allowed to tend to Rose’s wounds. Spectre backed up one step, then two. Then at once, she turned around and strode for the corner she entered with. In a one-two-three hop off the bottom, middle, and top ropes, she stood on top of the ring.

Her metal hook and cable descended all the way from the rafters and lowered itself to knee height. All she needed to do was step on…

And let herself disappear into the metal sky.

[Sigma Morgan]

WINNER BY SUBMISSION! SPECTRE!