Rosie Knuckles vs Chiyo Hamamoto - Flames and Fists

[PuroQueen]

Match Type: Standard Match
Rules: The winner must pin, submit, or knock out her opponent.

The backstage area was buzzing with busybodies as Chiyo made her final preparations for her match. She waved and greeted the stagehands that walked by as she adjusted her kickpads, already beginning to notice some familiar faces among them. Now that Chiyo had a couple of matches under her belt here at LAW, all the usual pre-match nerves and jitters that usually plagued her bouts were nothing more than a soothing familiarity. Not that they were gone completely mind you. But after the tough lessons she'd learned from her rough debut, and the impact she'd made in the match soon after, there wasn't a fight or girl in the world that could scare this rookie!

The bright-eyed joshi wrestler's energy couldn't be contained as she bounced on the balls of her feet, feeling the adrenaline pumping through her muscles. Chiyo felt like she was on the verge of exploding, that was until her music started playing, and the nearby stagehand finally gave her a cue to enter the stage! She took a deep breath and centered herself, putting on a signature gameface that many of her new fans would immediately come to recognize as her own.

Red Hot Chiyo

The arena erupted with cheers as Chiyo burst through the curtain with a sparkling smile! She struck a pose, one hand on her hip and the other waving to the ecstatic crowd, before sprinting down the ramp with boundless enthusiasm. Her blazing burgundy outfit sparkled under the bright lights, and her pink ponytail bounced behind her as she high-fived nearby fans.

Chiyo's energy was contagious, and the audience cheered even louder as she approached the ring. As she reached the apron, she leaped onto it and turned to face the arena, flashing a peace sign and blowing kisses to the cheering crowds. Then, she gracefully stepped through the ropes, making her way to the center of the ring where she gave each side of the squared circle a respectful bow. Chiyo licked her lips as the ring announcer handed her the mic, ready to share her anticipation for this match with the viewers.

"Hellooooooo, LAW!" she shouted into the mic, her voice practically crackling with pure energy. "It's your girl - say it with me now - RED...HOT... CHIYOOOOO!" The pinkette boomed, along with a small but dedicated fanbase chanting along with her.

"I don't know what's gotten into me, folks, but I am on FIRE tonight! Let's hope my opponent will be able to handle all this heat, am I right?" she paused for a moment, surveying the cheering crowd. "Speaking of which, a little birdie told me I'm going up against some chick named Rosie Knuckles - " A chorus of mixed reactions interrupted the pinkette's monologue. "- Hey now, she's a real bona fide brawler I heard. But don't you worry ladies and gents, because I'm faster, I'm smarter, and I'm cuter!" She giggled, twirling around on the spot. "Besides, nobody is tough enough to extinguish these flames" Chiyo challenged as she leapt onto the nearby turnbuckle, flexing her muscles to the endearing amusement of the crowd.

"So watchya waiting for Rosie? Don't make come back there and light a fire under your ass, 'cause you know I will!" Chiyo whooped, sticking her tongue out for a playful flair. But the show was far from finished. Throwing her fists in the air to hype the audience up even more, Chiyo performed a backwards somersault off the top turnbuckle, landing elegantly on her feet center-ring! With a dainty bow, Chiyo tossed the microphone in the ring announcer's hands before making her way to her corner. She had caused quite the commotion with her speech, especially after poking fun at one of the lightweight division's more infamously rougher combatants. But if there was one thing Chiyo had learned about this job, it was that the wrestling business was built on hype. Now, all she had to do was deliver.

With arms draped across the top ropes, Chiyo eagerly stared across the stage, foot tapping impatiently against the canvas as she waited to witness the girl who'd be sharing the ring with her tonight.

[Dubski]

Skulls by Halestorm hit as the arena went dark. Rosie Knuckles came out as the spotlight shone on her to a loud reaction of cheers and boos. The cute, pinkette brawler stood in her typical attire, holding up a fist with a mean look on her face as she soaked in the reaction before throwing her fist forward and pounding her chest, letting out a loud roar to amp up the crowd further. She didn't care whether they loved her or hated her; Rosie just wanted to hear them get loud for her.

She then walked down the ramp with her fist held high, ready for another match where she got to tear apart another opponent. She was rough, hardcore, and it certainly contrasted her rather adorable appearance with a single glare. And she certainly had that glare going as she watched her opponent, Chiyo Hamamoto. She had a big, long, and annoying speech. The typical fair a lot of these girls had. Talk herself up, talk down her opponent. Rosie's heard it all. And she hated it every time. Keeping her gaze on Chiyo, Rosie walked up the steps and pounded on them a few times before throwing her arms in the air to get another loud reaction from the audience. Then, she would jog up them until stepping through the ropes and walked right up to the ring announcer and snatched the microphone from her hand, turning to step to Hamamoto, a foul look on her face.

The Pink-Haired Pugilist would then get close to Chiyo and glanced out to the crowd, holding the mic to her mouth. She seemed like she had quite a bit to say in response to her mouthy opponent. Rosie Knuckles, known for not talking too much, took a deep breath, getting ready to go on a monologue of her own.

And then she threw a jab directly into Chiyo's throat with her free hand, rather casually at that.

Upon nailing that quick jab rather suddenly and cheaply, Knuckles would then speak as the crowd gave her a loud mixed reaction to the sudden show of violence. "Damn, you are smarter," said Rosie in a sarcastic tone before tossing the mic aside. Then, she would place her hand on Chiyo's head, giving her a hard punch with the intent to send her to the mat! It would be very apparent the style differences between both of the girls right from the get-go. There was no time being wasted from Rosie Knuckles though. She came here to fight, and she would for damn sure get one.

Spoiler

[PuroQueen]

Chiyo tugged against the corner ropes, testing out their rigidity with cool composure while her opponent made herself known with a heavy rock theme. The crowds roars reached new heights, a cacophony of varying receptions raining down on the challenger as she made her way down the ramp. Chiyo scrunched her face up as Rosie dipped through the ropes, the mean look on her face evident even from afar. Unable to contain her excitement any longer, Chiyo made her way to the center of the ring, hands on her hips as she got her first up-close look at her rival for tonight.

Rosie looked every bit as tough as her reputation would have you believe. Her pink hair shone with a similar hue to Chiyo's own, accompanied by several other features that made the girl quite the looker to behold. But that did little to diminish her rough demeanor as she snatched the microphone from the announcer's hands, using the opportunity to close the gap between the two fighters.

Chiyo bit her bottom lip, doing her best to exude confidence and fortitude while still allowing slivers of anticipation to shine through her hazel eyes. Truth be told, the young pinkette was looking forward to the banter almost as much as she was to the fight itself. Rosie hadn't even opened her mouth yet, and already a few witty one-liners were running through Chiyo's head. This was her chance to show the crowds how far she'd come in only a few matches, to show everyone just how undeterred she was by mean words and even meaner opponents! Eventually, Rosie's lips did open, but not to deliver any remarks.

"GUUAACK!" Chiyo sputtered, eyes stricken wide open as Rosie's fist hammered into her throat. Chiyo staggered backward, hands clutched around her neck as she doubled over, desperately trying to catch her breath with unsteady gasps. Only then would Rosie finally say something, but Chiyo could barely hear it above the sound of her own wheezing.

Before she could straighten herself out again, Rosie was already on her, grabbing her by the head and delivering another stiff punch to her face! Chiyo let out another wail as she tumbled backward, landing with a harsh thud on the mat. Her gaze shifted towards the referee, her eyes pleading with her to recognize the cheap shot for what it was. Instead, she was met with a shrug, followed by the opening ding of the bell. Whether Chiyo liked it or not, the fight had begun!

[Dubski]

Rosie Knuckles had hit two punches on Chiyo and already seemed to have a commanding lead so far in this match. She had a smug, satisfied smile on her face as she held her arms out, shrugging as her opponent was writhing on the mat. It felt satisfying to Rosie to be able to shut up these mouthy girls, no matter how well-intentioned they were. She never needed to speak about what she was going to do or how she was so much better: she learned the best way to get anything about her across to the masses was just to show them. And that meant punching a dopey chick in the throat--one thing that Knuckles found she was exceptional at.

"Sorry, I can't hear you," said Rosie as she bent over, putting a finger to her ear. "You're going to need to speak up if you want me to hear you while I'm beating your ass," said the Pink-Haired Pugilist before dropping down over Hamamoto's body to kneel over her, grabbing her head. Giving her a wily grin, she would then start firing punches directly at her opponent's head, wanting to completely rattle her early on before the referee would force her off. She had the early advantage--she may as well keep it up and put the fear of her fists into this girl while she was ahead. Rosie figured it would be a good learning experience for this girl.

[PuroQueen]

Chiyo's mind raced as she struggled to catch her breath, her hazel eyes darting back and forth as she tried to come up with a plan to turn the fight around. But all she could see was Rosie's face looming up above her, lips grinning as they taunted the downed girl. Undeterred, Chiyo snarled right back, ready to call the girl out for the cheater she was. But the brutal fighter beat her to the punch - literally.

Rosie mounted her nimble frame, wasting little time as she continued to rain down blows upon Chiyo's face and head, each punch landing with a sickening thud. Chiyo's body convulsed with each impact, her once confident expression replaced with one of agony and desperation. She wanted to fight back, to show Rosie that she wasn't going to be taken down so easily, but the pain was too much. All she could do was cower, forearms pressed up against her face to protect herself from the worst of the blows. Only after what seemed like ages would the referee finally interject.

"Rosie-san! Dismount, now!" the official intervened, attempting to put an end to the unsportsmanlike onslaught.

If the brawler had been properly pried off of Chiyo, then the referee would immediately redirect her attention to the battered fighter. Chiyo lay on the mat, her head aching and her mind reeling, but her determination had far from withered. If anything, she felt even more emboldened. The pinkette nodded her head a few times, dismissing the concerns of the referee before gently pushing her aside, giving Rosie an unobstructed view of Chiyo's middle finger raised high towards her opponent! "Oh yeah? Well hear this!" Chiyo challenged through gritting teeth, shooting the bird with her other hand for good measure. The crowed roared in approval over the spunky wrestler's defiance, although Chiyo wasn't sure if her bellicose opponent would appreciate the gesture quite as much.

[Dubski]

Rosie Knuckles had thrown fist after fist at Chiyo's head and face, living up to her reputation and showing Chiyo just how dangerous her striking was. It was inevitable, but the referee had shouted for Rosie to get off of Hamamoto. And when the official did, Knuckles immediately stood up and then got up into the referee's face, forcing her to back away as the Pink-Haired Pugilist approached, before Rosie walked away towards the ropes and pounded a fist to her chest before holding up her fist. She got a loud mixed reaction, which only fired her up even more as she grinned broadly at the crowd.

She would then turn around and start back towards Chiyo, ready to lay more pain on her until she saw that middle finger from her opponent. Sputtering out a laugh, Rosie Knuckles stopped in her tracks and put her hands on her hips, holding a hand out towards Hamamoto. "That's cute. That's real cute. Really," said Rosie, bobbing her head to the side and then continuing her approach. "I am going to brutalize you still though," added Knuckles as she went to grab Chiyo by her hair, narrowing her gaze with more menace behind it. All Chiyo did was give Rosie more incentive to beat that attitude out of her.

And that would start with Rosie ripping up Chiyo by her hair and pulling her hair towards the center of the ring. She hoped to keep Hamamoto off-balance enough so that she could utterly smash her face with a hard knee. She found that the face was a good target for her particularly confident opponents. Nothing threw away confidence like that stinging pain that would shoot through someone's face. And Knuckles would love nothing more than to mess up that pretty little face of her opponent with a well-placed knee.

[PuroQueen]

If Rosie was trying to intimidate the young pinkette, then... she was kind of succeeding. Chiyo's middle fingers faltered, as did her defiant grin. Brutalize - now that was a scary word, and as Chiyo's eyes scoured Rosie's face, she quickly came to realize her opponent meant every syllable. Hamamoto let out an almost cartoonish gulp as Rosie closed in on her. While her opponent wasn't a woman of many words, she still somehow managed to make it sound like Chiyo was in for a fight for her life!

And it certainly seemed that way too, especially as Rosie's fingers latched onto her silky pink strands, dragging her up to her feet with little concern for the girl's wailing. Chiyo winced and groaned, fingertips fumbling at her scalp in a feeble attempt to pry away Rosie's hands, but it was of little use. She was being dragged across the ring, her boots sliding against the canvas unable to find purchase.

Any second now, Chiyo would be fully subject to whatever torment awaited her in the center of the ring. Luckily, the thought alone was enough to stir Chiyo from her fear-filled stupor and back into action. With a fierce growl, Chiyo tried to grind her heels into the mat, making Rosie's efforts to drag her around a little harder. If she had successfully bought herself a little more time, then Chiyo would use it to reposition herself into a steadier position while also moving her hands away from her burning scalp, instead positioning one arm across Rosie's shoulders while the other hand would grasp Rosie's hair-yanking arm.

Attempting to act before her opponent could, Chiyo would thrust her leg outwards before wrapping it around Rosie's knee. While her opponent's grip on her head meant that make even Chiyo wouldn't be able to escape the effects of her next move, she would nonetheless try to take advantage of her opponent's now hooked leg by throwing all her weight backwards, bringing the both of them crashing to the mat with a Russian leg sweep!

[Dubski]

Rosie Knuckles was ready to tear down her opponent. She was a dope who could stand to have a couple teeth loosened for her loose lips, and unfortunately for her, that impudence was enough to convince Rosie that beating the hell out of her would be productive as well as fun. A terrible combination when put together for the Pink-Haired Pugilist. And that would start with a knee right into Chiyo's pretty little face that would surely get less pretty as time went on.

But that would need to be tabled, as Rosie was just tugging on the hair, only for Chiyo to be able to stop Knuckles from being able to pull her closer, making the cute brawler let out a low groan, rolling her eyes. The resistance was enough to make Rosie want to crack her extra hard on the jaw for it. But she would maintain the course of trying to blast her face with a knee.

It turned out that Chiyo Hamamoto wasn't as worthless as Rosie may have thought though, as the girl had used the momentum from Knuckles' next tug to send herself to Rosie's side. The fighter was surprised by the quick movement, and then a moment later, Rosie Knuckles was aware of what Chiyo was trying. And by the time she was being sent back onto the back of her head, she was keenly aware she wouldn't be able to react in time. She crashed from the Russian Leg Sweep, holding the back of her head with both hands as she slammed the heel of her boot into the mat repeatedly, groaning. That smarted, and Rosie Knuckles was sure to not forget that. There would definitely be retribution for that one, and Rosie was usually one to make good on that.

[PuroQueen]

The legsweep wasn't exactly pleasant for Chiyo either. While she had successfully interrupted Rosie's impending assault, the brawler's vice-like grip on her hair meant that most of Chiyo's momentum had also been thwarted on the way down. Chiyo crash-landed right beside her opponent, and their collective winces were drowned out by the excited roars of the crowd. Still, at the very least, Chiyo and her opponent were now on even ground, something that the young technician was keen to take advantage of.

With a chance to make Rosie pay for her misconduct, Chiyo quickly threw herself right back into the action. She rolled her body so that she leaned right beside and slightly overtop her opponent, pushing Rosie prone against the mat in the process. Chiyo then threw her arms forward, wrapping them around Rosie's neck so that her fingers interlocked underneath the girl's chin.

With a smile and a wink towards the crowd, Chiyo cranked Rosie's neck backwards, peeling her shoulders off the mat with an agonizing crossface. "Not so cute now, am I?" the flaming rookie quipped, planting her boots into the mat for extra leverage. If Chiyo succeeded in locking in the hold, then she'd be just as eager to amp up the pressure. With her shoulders leaning against Rosie's back, Chiyo slowly and gradually arced her body upwards, bringing Rosie's spine along with her as she tried to make her unruly opponent pay for her arrogance. "What am I kidding, I'm always cute!" Chiyo said, her girly grin still in place as she continued to yank the hold.

[Dubski]

Rosie Knuckles continued to lay on the mat, trying to regain her focus after that sudden crash. She groaned under her breath, stunned but certainly not anywhere near being out. She could think about Chiyo still, and how she was going to enjoy knocking her out. This just made it sweeter. But then she was suddenly rolled over onto her front, making her grunt out before her chin got grabbed and a crossface was succinctly applied. Rosie let out a loud groan, gritting her teeth as she tried to pry open Chiyo's fingers. She began to shift in her position as best she could with Hamamoto's weight on top of her as well.

Unfortunately for Knuckles, Chiyo had it secured properly, and there was no breaking free. She knew she had to find another way as she began shifting, finding the trash talk more painful than the maneuver at this point. She was well and ready to shut up this chick. Slowly, Rosie would shift her body, turning it as she was being stretched, huffing angrily as the pain grew more and more.

The Pink-Haired Pugilist would then shift her body out enough that she could make room from her opponent. And then, she would move her arm forward before blasting her arm back, trying to hit Chiyo right in the bread basket with a well-placed and very pain-inducing elbow strike. Rosie Knuckles hoped that would be enough to force Chiyo to release her, or at least weaken that grip enough that Rosie could break free.