Ina Rosenbaum vs Monica Jackson - Setting An Example

[Violet]

Ina grinned as she had the smaller opponent down on the mat once again, helplessly writhing as her only way out was to wait when Ina got bored and decided to remove her boot off her body. The crowd cheering as they watch the domination with glee as the new girl completely destroys her much more experienced opponent and still finding the time to rub their difference in skills even more by putting her boot on her back. Ina basked in the cheer of the crowds and riling them up even more as she flexes her arms as she smirks.

She then looked back at Monica then grinded her heel on her back. ”You really like staying beneath my heel do you?”, Ina chuckled.

Ina would then manage to hear Monica call her a “sadist bitch”. ”What did you just say to me?”, Ina asked though she doesn’t clearly mind being called that way, she also knows how effective this is to strike fear to weaker wrestlers.

Ina would then completely step on Monica’s back to humiliate her even more before then jumping and aiming to hit an elbow drop to Monica’s back looking to hurt that area even more.

[RJD]

Monica felt even more of a need to insult Ina as she continued mocking and belittling her. As damaged as the lightweight was, she had taken worse beatings and Ina had a particularly infuriating personality which inspired Monica to try to turn the tables.

" I said - " Monica started to respond, until Ina stepped fully on her back earning a low cry from Monica as her rival jumped up off her back. The lightweight would try to evade the elbow drop though, by rolling to the side, narrowly avoiding it and leaving Ina nothing but cold canvas to collide with.

Monica then tried to roll back over to where she was previously, trying to mount Ina sloppily but quickly, and then bend her arm and throw her weight downwards as she tried to rain forearm strikes down on Ina, taking out her frustrations as she tried to knock Ina's head with the relentless succession of strikes, doing it up to 3 times If Ina didn't put up a block before that point.

" I said that you're a sadistic freak! " Monica spat out venomously. Monica hoped to show Ina that she wasn't to be belittled!

[Violet]

Ina isn’t some destruction machine that only beats up opponents while keeping a straight face. She wants to enjoy these beatdowns at the expense of her unlucky opponents, which almost always make them bad. It certainly doesn’t help that she doesn’t know when to stop. Ina will keep rubbing that wound with salt until it feels numb to bring out the best out of her opponents, she wants a challenge after all.

Ina felt confident as she’s spending all of her time hurting the part of Monica’s body that she has been targeting since early on this match, her back. But this is the time when her opponents go berserk from all her insults although a little bit earlier than she would have wanted as she landed her elbow to nothing but the cold canvas. ”GAHHH”, Ina groaned in pain, hissing and writhing around as she holds her elbow to try and nurse it giving the perfect opportunity for Monica to mount her.

”Urghhh!!”, Ina grunted as her face met Monica’s arm, her face swaying to the direction of the hit. The first hit already stunned her which made her vulnerable open by the second hit. But as soon as Monica bent her arm one last time, she already has a makeshift defense with her arms up in front of her.

The hit went through, barely grazing over her nose as it became tangled with her arms, Seeing this as an opportunity, she would try to shoot her arms and try to grab Monica’s by their wrists to stop all the hits that were sapping out her strength. She would then try and turn her hips sideward to turn the mount around and try to be on top of Monica instead.

[RJD]

The destructive midweight had been bullying Monica all match and really pushing all her buttons, so when she finally slipped up the street fighting lightweight capitalised perfectly. Rolling on top of her now downed opponent, Monica tried to ring her bell with a series of malicious forearm strikes.

With great satisfaction Monica felt that head rattle from the impact, smirking as she smacked into it once more. Ina never showed weakness for long though, as she put up a block, but Monica let out a battle cry as she swung down with more power, breaking right through the middle of her arms with the improv forearm strike.

Ina though not only took those hits and was relatively fine, but she also used her block for an unexpected purpose as she grabbed at those wrists before Monica could retract them, then Ina pushed up and twisted her hips against Monica, using her weight to spin and slam Monica down into the canvas under her in but a moment.

" D-damn... " Monica grunted, blushing in embarrassment, as her comeback was already squashed with overwhelming strength, as she was pressed down into the mat by Ina's body.

[Violet]

Ina immediately recognized that her opponent for her debut might be as experienced as she is as she felt those forearm smacks on her face. It felt like she has been training a lot since her childhood too, because that kind of skill isn’t something you learn in a month.

She striked with precision and her weight was behind all those hits. One hit and her cheeks puffed out as she let out a loud gasp. If she hadn’t grabbed those arms, she wouldn’t be looking really good right now.

But she managed to do just that and flip and turn over the situation literally and figuratively as she’s now on top of Monica. She heard her say her frustration about what happened and it made her grin.

”Okay now is that your best? Because here’s mine!!.”, Ina would then throw Monica’s arms to her side abruptly to make her as vulnerable as possible as she would also bend her arm and hit Monica with her own move, forearm strikes to the head thrice.

[RJD]

Monica let out a frustrated groan as she was spun round and pinned into the canvas, tossing her shoulders up but being unable to shift Ina's weight. When the larger wrestler spoke she wouldn't give Monica the chance to respond, tossing her arms to the side to leave her vulnerable.

Then Ina began to pound Monica's head with forearm strikes, swinging downwards with her weight behind the strikes as she knocked the lightweight's head into the canvas with each collision. Ina had managed to lean in and block Monica from being able to bring her hands back to her face to form a block, causing the poor wrestler to have no choice but to take each of those strikes.

With a few cries and whines the lightweight would be left rattled after that assault, hands falling to the canvas as she was now completely loopy against the canvas. Monica's head hurt from the pain, and she would be left helpless after Ina punched her out, the lightweight wasn't knocked out, but she certainly wasn't in good shape.

[Violet]

Ina smacks Monica’s face with fury, anger for bruising her beautiful face in her very first match. The succeeding forearm strikes stronger than the last. She drew happiness in this kind of domination, when her opponent is nothing but a helpless prey, a toy to play with.

The corner of her lips forming a grin getting bigger at each whine and cry her opponent makes. You could call her a sadistic freak and she’s absolutely fine with that. Heck, she even likes being called one, as this means her moves are hurting not just physically but also mentally as they slowly feel helpless against her relentless attacks.

Ina would then lift her loopy opponent by her hair and put her face just inches away from her as she looked to her opponent’s glassy eyes. ”Don’t dodge my moves!! Be a perfect training dummy and stay still!”, Ina would shout at her before tossing her back to the mat abruptly

Ina would then quickly stand up and jump, trying to hit her elbow drop once again but now towards Monica’s chest.

[RJD]

Monica whined and whimpered by those increasingly brutal successive forearms, being left completely rocked by the last one, letting out a loud cry. The lightweight panted in that laid out position as Ina grabbed her hair, before being dragged painfully up to her feet, gritting her teeth to not allow any sort of pained noises to leave her mouth.

Once lifted to her feet, Monica couldn't help but be a bit disturbed and frightened by what Ina said, the scope of how twisted she truly was had been revealed. The lightweight felt helpless as Ina's face was close enough for her to feel the warm breaths on her face as she talked, Monica was too pained to fight back, so instead she would spit at Ina's face before she was tossed back, crumbling to the mat.

" auyyha! " Monica cried out, as that heavy elbow crushed down into her chest, crushing her breasts with enough momentum and weight that the lightweight's legs shot up and fell back down to the canvas. Monica's arms fell to her sides as she coughed a little, cheeks tinted pick from the pain to her sensitive chest, and her bra was a little bit torn, and her chest felt painfully compressed under that elbow.

[Violet]

Ina felt a rush of adrenaline run throughout her body as she saw her masterpiece right through her eyes, eyes that look weary, glassy as there’s nothing behind it but fear and pain. But as soon as she finished doing edict to her meagre opponent tonight, she felt her disgracefully spit on her face. The corner of her lips twitching as if she’d snarl as she’s moment from beating the hell out of this disrespectful woman. No one spits to a fellow wrestler as it shows a lack of respect, let alone someone from her class, a military class, and certainly not to someone that bears the name, Rosenbaum.

But her expression turned into a grin, then a chuckle as she wiped the spit off her face as she still held her opponent. Her chuckle, turned to laughter as she slammed her back to the mat, as if she just can’t believe that happened like a funny incident to be told about family reunions. Then, it turned to a maniacal laugh as if she has gone psycho as she heard the whimper of her opponent. Then in abrupt manner, her face was void of expression, nothing but focused to beat the hell out of her opponent as she came crashing down with an elbow drop.

Ina then wasted no time as she stood up, grabbing her opponent’s right arm up as she stomped on Monica’s sore chest to keep her down to the mat. Her face emotionless still as she wrenched that arm, before then wrapping her legs around it before crashing down to the mat to lock her in an arm bar, wrenching on it even more.

[RJD]

Monica would promptly be punished for her disrespect as Ina not only dropped her, but rather decided to slam her back with the toss. Before the lightweight could even whine she would have bigger issues, as Ina plummeted down into her chest in a brutal elbow drop, causing Monica to yelp pitifully.

The lightweight panted as her body tried to process and suppress the pain, but her now psychopathic opponent was eager to inflict more, standing up immediately and grabbing Monica's arm, then lifting her leg and slamming it down, crushing her sensitive breasts under her boot.

" Ahhhh! F-fucking bitchh.. " Monica whined out in pain, her bra being more torn to the point that her chest was more revealed. Ina then ensnared that arm within her trained legs, squeezing and twisting as she fell down to the mat to complete her arm bar. The ruthless Military lady yanking and stretching that arm with brutal vigor.

Monica struggled wildly, as she started to whine and cry out, at this point the pain was too significant for her to even maintain her tough girl act. Monica tried to transition her feminine cries of agony into an impassioned growl, as she tried to turn her body and latch on to those legs at the ankles with her other arm.

Monica would then try to scratch at that ankle slightly, before pulling back her arm and trying to thrust it right into Ina's ankle with all her might, trying to hit her ankle with a closed fist. Monica's end goal would be to yank her arm free from that armbar if such a possibility came from her punch, and if it did then she would immediately try to roll to the side, clutching her burning arm with her undamaged one, shocked at how much damage it had taken already.