No Holds Barred: Knockout Only - Rosie Knuckles vs. Evelyn Fallanger

[Dubski]

The cotton candy-haired brawler had managed to lay down Evelyn's arm on the mat and stepped on her forearm to keep it pinned there. Smiling at Miss Fallacy as she attempted to plead her way out of it, it had fallen on deaf ears. Rosie knew that Evelyn would be likely to try another strike like the one she had tried before, but she wanted to make completely certain she wouldn't. So with a raise of her own boot, she stomped right down on her hand!

That scream had rang out and Rosie looked pleased with herself it got the reaction she wanted--not because she liked the pain she was inflicting on Evelyn, but rather that she knew it meant she was able to keep the girl from coming back at her with another fist like that without it hurting her like hell. "Oof, you can't win a fist fight like the--aaaaah...!" she was interrupted by the tight grasp on her firm thigh, trying to force it down.

With a scowl, Rosie grit her teeth and looked over at Evelyn. While it didn't hurt that badly, it certainly wasn't comfortable. Knuckles was able to get to her feet just as Fallanger tried to get away, but Rosie grabbed at the arm that she had previously targeted before she could get far, planting her feet to keep her from getting away. Centering her position on the mat, the brawler would then tug with all of her strength to try whipping Evelyn towards the opposite corner she was headed with enough force that Rosie herself would fall to the mat were she able to execute the simple maneuver, hoping to send her there with enough impact that it would be a very painful meeting with the turnbuckle!

[Monsy]

A stubborn numbness drummed inside her hand, spurring a pattern of reactionary winces whenever a breeze coursed against the bruised limb. She kept the digits unfurled, limp and tucked underneath her other arm… So she’d tried. Instead, Rosie seized that very same arm, causing her to screw both eyes shut, welling up with tears as the sting re-emerged like a phoenix. Slave to Rosie’s draw, Evelyn clambered to her feet, more of a hobble that snowballed into speed akin to a runaway train, ultimately tripping and spanking the turnbuckle with her front. Her face rebounded, her back arching as she sat back on her legs. Saved from collapsing by grabbing the ropes, she groaned from the palpitating headache, then saddled a foot on the mat, marshalling her strength.

“Nngggh. It’s… not so bad.”
A fuzzy feeling dawned on her, like being enveloped by blankets on a winter night, warm and captured by the thought of rest. But she’d felt worse by now. It was still early, too; she’d have to brave this and much more. Knowing that fact, she forced one foot against the canvas and pushed. Applying her elbow, she stood after a small series of shakes, mostly in her pressed together knees. Her other hand nursed her forehead, wiping the small sweat as her breathing humbled to a controlled pace. Then she looked towards her dominating adversary, tightening her lips into a frown. Assuming Rosie had already clambered to her feet, Evelyn vested her stocks into a charge, shooting forward her left shoulder to attempt to ram into Rosie’s chest! "Take this!"

Evelyn hoped her strength was enough to cause a stumble, so she could leap, going horizontal with her feet tucked, then shooting her feet forward for a high-angle dropkick aimed for Rosie’s chin.

[Dubski]

Rosie whipped Evelyn hard straight into the corner with all of her might, falling towards the mat and landing on her knees, managing to catch herself with a hand on the mat as she grinned and water her foe ping right off the corner, smacking into it hard! She didn't collapse, which admittedly surprised Knuckles who assumed she'd be back down. Standing back up, Rosie took a brief moment to brush off her shoulder, watching Miss Fallacy begin to hype herself up despite her pain, and the pink-haired brawler waited as she telegraphed her move.

Shooting her hands to her own chest, Knuckles was able to weather most of the pain from Evelyn's shoulder tackles, staggering her. It stung, but Rosie was hardly about to let her guard down now when her opponent was so incensed. She had leaped up and this time, Rosie had sidestepped and shoved Evelyn's legs away, allowing herself to crash onto her front on the mat!

"Not so bad? Okay! Let's see what we can do to change that!" taunted Rosie, mischievous glint in her eyes. She would then grab hold of Evelyn's ankles and then attempt to lift up the lower half of her body before rearing back and then going for a big punt to her stomach, hoping to absolutely wind her opponent!

[Monsy]

Copious levels of effort came in that charge, preluding her second attack, which had to change their match's momentum. The swift recovery, the sudden acceleration, all building the hopes she clung to. Feeling her shoulder drive home its purpose, even being absorbed, the stumble was all the confidence she needed to follow through with her plan. But, she underestimated Rosie’s recovery, meeting nothing but air as her body coiled, then exploded into two kicks.

“Ah, shit...” She mumbled.

Falling on her front, she found her ankle arrested by Rosie’s hand, lifted seamlessly as her hips rose from the mat, leaving one leg partially bent that kept her body’s balance in check. Propped up an elbow, she looked over-shoulder to see Rosie’s charging up her leg, right before that boot devastated her stomach. The skin rippled, her hips jumped. Nausea spilled into her throat as Evelyn’s face pressed into the mat. Her other arm went to guard the fresh wound, turning red as Evelyn turned her head, resting her cheek on the mat as she groaned, regaining her breath through a struggle of shortened inhales. Still, she was defenceless in this state. With her leg likely in Rosie’s grasp, her stomach laid open like a beautiful open plain. And neither was she vying for an escape, with one arm tucked between her breasts and the mat, the other nursing her sore spot, she could only writhe and issue tugs against Rosie's clasp. But her second leg took some action, trying to lift and shoot back to catch Rosie’s waistline, casting her hopes for freedom to blind luck.

“Let me get up!”

[Dubski]

Rosie Knuckles had nailed her kick to the belly with all the impact she could muster, forcing Evelyn to nearly wretch in agony, writhing in her grasp of her leg. "Hey, is that still not so bad? Or did we get there yet?" asked the pinkette with a laugh. Eventually, the girl showed some life as she tried to kick, desperately with her other foot, only for Rosie to catch that leg as well.

Evelyn yelled that she wanted back up, and with both of her opponent's legs held and her completely helpless in her hold, she said, "Sure, I'll let you up. You just won't like the way back down." And then with a show of force, Rosie Knuckles hoisted up her opponent from behind before sitting out and devastating her with a wheelbarrow facebuster, smashing Miss Fallacy's face directly into the mat! Rosie sat there for a few moments longer, grinning happily. The badass cutie would then shove Evelyn off of her and then get back up, walking away from her and staring back down at her. "Tell you what, you take your time. Get your mouth in check and we'll see if we can make a real woman out of you," called out Rosie as she leaned against the ropes, watching her opponent with bemusement, having felt good about the amount of damage she's already inflicted on her in the match.

[Monsy]

Coughing, the debilitated Miss Fallacy chopped her breathing into a hissing pattern, exhaling through gritting teeth that bared against the mat. Marshalling her will, she pushed her forehead against the mat, forcing her chin as it tucked against her neck. “I’m… Fine, thank you!” Spoken with a half-hearted cheer, rekindling that energy from the match’s beginning. And with her second foot caught, there was only that sprinkle of optimism as she tried clawing her way forward, resulting in nothing but duds.

What came next utterly shocked her. The mat zoomed away, her body elevating from the mat as Rosie made a marvellous display, lifting Evelyn right from the mat and bringing her crashing down with utter authority. She shook her head, vehemently protesting another slam to her punished countenance, but alas, the pearl-hair American came down chin first. Her head bounced, snapping back from whiplash then bumping it a second time. A yelp escaped between red lipstick-clad lips, opening briefly before she bared her teeth again. Arms falling splayed, face-down as her fingers twitched, balling them into fists as she recuperated to her hands and knees.

Then she slipped onto her elbows, waist up with her knees pressed against the mat. She groaned, but the rookie cultivated her strength for another push, this time onto her feet. Stumbling backwards, she put a hand behind her, pushing on air until her footing obeyed her mind. A hand delved into her silk tresses, pushing it back, then stroking the large contingent that draped down her left side, trying to bring comfort to her injured hand as she took three heaving breaths. And through the needles of hair that strayed above her eyes, she started to focus on Rosie, who had the kindness to wait for her full recovery.

Slowly, that gesture was returned with a smirk, rekindling that earlier spunk as she occupied the ring’s centre. “Thank you for waiting, but I’m ready now. Now let's go! We have to give the fans a good show.”

And perhaps the most brazen act, she outstretched her hand, gesturing for Rosie to come at her.

[Dubski]

Rosie Knuckles had clapped her hands together, simply waiting for Evelyn to get up. She slung her arms on the top ropes as she laid against them, she crossed one toned leg over another, rolling her eyes and looking bored as Miss Fallacy tried recovering. At one point she looked at the big screen at the top of the day, using it to help adjust her pig tails a bit. And then she would sigh loudly enough for her opponent to hear.

And then finally, Evelyn pulled herself back to her feet and she looked at her with complete disdain when she spoke to her. "...Are you for real?" She groaned and then pulled herself away from the ropes and started to walk at her. "I give you the opportunity to recover and stand back up, when I could have just ended this, and you think that's something to be proud of? I've made you my bitch this entire fight, and you care about giving a good show to the fans!?" she looked more offended by Evelyn's attitude at this point than anything else. "How pathetic do you have to be!? That you aren't just freaking embarrassed your opponent had to take pity on you?"

Firing herself up all over again, the cute brawler then got right into Evelyn's face, and then she started to throw yet another flurry of attacks at Evelyn all over again, targeted, but probably with more force behind them now, wanting to make her pearl-haired opponent really regret her attitude right now!

[Monsy]

Standing upright again felt almost foreign, considering the circumstances. Repeatedly knocked, rocked, and clocked, Evelyn felt like she walked on uneven pads, trying to pull her in different directions. But alas, she was up! And with her line, all to entice the fans and kiss the wounds of her hurting confidence, Rosie didn’t seem too pleased. She stayed steadfast, keeping the look. One side of her smirk drooped like she was about to frown before reaffirming the status quo. Her throat ached, struggling to really amount a proper retort. “T-That’s right…” Nodding.

She grumbled, a burbling frustration. Mind games were a dangerous knife; losing hope was the last thing she could afford in these tough times.

“Hah~ I guess I have to be pretty pathetic! Doesn’t that make you want to hit me some more? I’m right here, lovely. Come finish what you started!”

Meeting Rosie face to face, Evelyn set hands on her hips and stood tall, nodding along with her antagonizing words while showing no fear… on the surface. Truth be told, Rosie laid the seeds of fear in her, growing on her palm in the form of sweat. Armed with the knowledge of experience, the striker's actions could be predicted, even if just a little. She shifted her left foot back and formed a guard with her uninjured hand, baring the strikes that rained like hail. Punishing her side, the back of her head, and her gut, the strikes punctured her defence with ease. She bit her lip, stifling a shout, and giving ground. However, she’d attempt to break this momentum with one swift side-step to the left, hopefully carving a second window. With this gap, she’d switch stance, arming her strong right foot by jutting it back. Twisting her left root, Evelyn gambled all her strength to throw a roundhouse kick towards Rosie’s jaw, executing the move with a yell.

“Eat this, bitch!”

[Dubski]

Rosie Knuckles didn't seem amused by her little taunt, goading her on to hit her more. It didn't incense her anymore than she was already upset enough to knock her further off her game. That chick was getting her head rocked, and that was that. She could tell when a girl was rattled, and she knew that Evelyn was just that, even with her false confidence. And, as she usually did, she went in on the girl, walloping her over and over. She was on the defensive, trying to just survive her onslaught. Rosie's fists would be punishing enough that if Evelyn didn't act soon, she wouldn't have anything left to recover and fight back with.

And as Rosie had thought she saw an opening, the cute brawler prepared to lay a knockout blow, or at least something close to it, but she saw Evelyn move, watching her, and before she could react, she was met with a full-force roundhouse kick to her face! The fighter's head whipped to the side as her body also swung from the impact! She was on rubber legs before all of a sudden twisting and falling right down to the mat! Rosie Knuckles had been absolutely punished with the roundhouse kick, laying on her front on the mat.

After a few moments, her body jerked and she let out a dazed groan, having been completely rocked and stunned from the kick as one hand went to nurse the side of her face. She cringed, laying there as she tried to recall what had just happened to her.

[Monsy]

A match like a river, flowing only in one direction - Rosie’s. Since the beginning, Rosie had the reigns, issuing punishment and mercy like a goddess, toying with the foe that appeared more like a victim as time slipped by. But like all rivers, they could meander and feed into another that forever changes the water's flow. A sudden shift, performed in Evelyn’s attempt to punish the striker's short-range with a timed roundhouse kick, slamming into bone and flesh with a satisfying click. The moment it landed, Evelyn lowered her leg, standing there, enthralled, baffled, and elated.

“Holy shit… It worked!”

She had a short laugh, stomping her feet and starting to run. Skipping over Rosie in a gallop, the ropes came into her grip. An explosive leap sent her high like she was steam-powered. Her body curled inward, the soles of her boots landing on the top rope, causing them to groan. “Here I go!” Holding onto the ropes with both hands, a second passed, curling into a tighter ball before springing from the ropes. A full arch, arms elevated into a Y-shape above her head, beaming as her knees tucked. A full backflip, agile and powerful, with specific timing, so her lower-half aligned with Rosie’s body, should she still be recovering. A third and last kick, the bottom of her brown boots shot towards Rosie’s back like an overloaded piston, bursting with congested power that detonated for this precise moment. No matter the result, whether stomping canvas or a spine, she’d fall onto her backside, backrolling onto a knee with her signature finger-guns taunt for finishing flair.