Hardcore Match: Rosie Knuckles Vs Snow

[APlaying]

Ever since she lost her manager, Snow has had to take charge of selecting her own matches. Previously, she had a wide range of options; Kaori used to carefully choose opponents who were a perfect match for Snow’s skill level, ensuring she wouldn’t be overwhelmed on the circuit. Since Kaori’s departure, however, Snow’s win rate has plummeted. Now, Anna Sigrid is more unhinged than ever in her search for an opponent, showing complete indifference toward the nature of the encounter. And today’s match is no ordinary one—everyone present knows that. It’s a "hardcore" match: no disqualifications, no count-outs, and, above all, no mercy.

Spoiler

The actress emerged from behind the dark curtains as her entrance music played. She was determined to do whatever it took to win and climb the ranks in the lightweight division. Upon reaching the ring, she swayed her hips slowly from side to side—accentuating her prominent glutes—and flashed a mischievous smile before stepping inside.

She headed toward one of the corners, adjusting the sleeves of her outfit. Whoever her opponent might be today, she was prepared to leave everything she had in the ring.

[Dubski]

Ready for Combat by Icon for Hire plays as Rosie Knuckles stomps out onto the stage, glaring up at the ring with a scowl on her adorable face. She was rugged, grizzled, and yet cute looking which only made her angrier. She was the Pink-Haired Pugilist, and she was going to tear apart her opponent tonight as she stomps down the ring. Her reputation was very much known in LAW as being brutal, hard-hitting, vicious, and mean. And that was the exact kind of attitude that made her equal parts hated and loved in LAW.

Rosie would make her way down the ramp, pointing at Snow with her taped up fists before she looks at a nearby camera man and says, "This chick right here!? I'm going to maul her until nobody can recognize her or that fat fucking ass of hers!" Knuckles would then go to the apron and flip it up. She was angry, wanting to remind people of exactly who she was and how much ass she was prepared to kick to prove she was one of the best LAW had to offer. And there was no better place to prove that than in a Hardcore Match.

One by one, objects were flung into the ring by the Cute Brawler. A kendo stick, a trash can lid, a trash can, a mystery bag, a steel chair, and then a box of goodies and surprises. She then hops onto the apron with a spiteful expression and screams, "You hear that, you glute monster!?" She points at her ear and then steps inside, her voice squeaking with the first syllable. "You're going to regret getting into this match with me! Because I am pissed off and you're the only person in my way!"

Rosie Knuckles was, in fact, quite enraged and ready to explode. She wanted a match and was more fired up than usual to crush whatever stupid girl they threw her against. It never took much, but it was enough to push Rosie towards knocking Snow the fuck out after making an example of her. And when she stepped into the ring, she went to her corner while the weapons filled the ring, and she was just waiting for that bell to charge in and smack her opponent around!

Spoiler

[APlaying]

Snow knew exactly who Rosie Knuckles was; she had had her in her sights ever since Rosie’s debut in the LAW. Until now, a confrontation had been nothing more than a distant dream—but here they were, face to face. Snow had thoroughly prepared herself to deal with girls like her; in this match, she could practically rip Rosie’s arms off, and no one would be in any position to say a word about it. Snow watched as that heap of steel, plastic, and mysterious crates clattered across the canvas; her mischievous grin shifted into a calculating expression—the look of a predator. Rosie’s shouting didn’t faze her in the slightest; she showed not even the faintest hint of intimidation at the sheer volume of objects being dragged into the ring. Unwittingly, Rosie was handing the perfect stage to the performer, who had a distinct penchant for using blunt objects.

"Pissed off, are we? I’ll snuff out that fire of yours as easily as blowing out a candle," she remarked with a sneer, nudging the lid of an aluminum trash can—which had slid near her corner—with the toe of her boot.

The referee glanced nervously at both women, clearly reluctant to step into the middle of the makeshift arsenal scattered across the ring. Seeing that neither competitor was taking a step back, he signaled to the timekeeper.

DING! DING! DING!

Knowing full well that Rosie would come charging at her like a runaway train, Snow ducked down, grabbed the aluminum trash can lid by its handle, held it up like a shield, and lunged toward Rosie—striking her with the force of a spear and driving her back into one of the ring’s corners.