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

[Dubski]

Rosie continued to lay on the mat, struggling to muster the strength to recover immediately. The roundhouse kick had caught her flush and she was knocked loopy. She didn't even know where Evelyn was, but she wasn't going after her. A rookie mistake, Rosie thought, but she didn't concern herself with it a terrible amount. She assumed the girl was just recovering again or just not sure what to do--she seemed like the type. But then, when she heard the crowd grow louder. The pigtailed brawler would then stir, starting to pull herself up off the mat slowly with a groan of effort.

And then, she felt the stomp directly onto her back and let out a scream of pain, immediately rolling over to the side and kicking her feet, holding her back. If there was anything to wake her back up, it would definitely be this! Rosie was thrashing on the mat, letting out a string of obscenities that would make most people blush before pounding a fist on the mat repeatedly in a rage! She was in no condition to fight, but it was made very apparent the move had taken a serious toll on Rosie Knuckles as she tried to deal with the pain!

[Monsy]

Emboldened, Evelyn rose to her feet with a hop, taking this earned moment to wipe the sweat on her forehead. Battered and bruised, the momentary peace was relished, although the coupled screams of a flailing fish weren’t so welcomed. A palm swiped her forehead of sweat, walking towards Rosie and arming her boot, lifting and stomping on Rosie’s back with a jutted heel. Evelyn hoped this softened her up, but the malice behind her attack was unmistakable, the focused glare of amethyst eyes, unleashing all those frustrations Rosie festered beneath that hopeful smile. If Rosie remained defenceless, she’d bend over, gripping their pink hair and cranking her arms up, trying to force them to stand. One arm wrapped over Rosie’s nape, locking around the front, trapping her in a front face-lock while swinging Rosie’s other arm over her own nape.

One hand settled on Rosie’s lower attire, grabbing the waist, gritting her teeth and making one big heave to try and lift the lightweight. Lateral, she took one step back, arching herself backwards to align Rose’s body with the ropes, bringing her waist against the top rope. Now, she shut her eyes, crunching her modest abdominals as Evelyn did her best to bring the woman’s weight back around, assisted by the rope’s spring momentum. Evelyn hopped in the move’s crescendo, folding her legs inward and releasing the face-lock, allowing Rosie’s front to smash against the mat!

[Dubski]

Rosie Knuckles was still still struggling on the mat, holding her back in pain. The cute badass was then pulled to her feet by Evelyn. With a groan of pain, the pinkette held her back and was then lifted up into the air. And surprisingly, she was then dropped down onto the top rope, her extremely toned midsection smashing into it as she gasped in pain, then she shot right back up! A facebuster followed as Rosie let out a cry of pain!

The pink-haired brawler laid on her front between Evelyn and she kicked her legs behind her, holding her face as she groaned in pain. Doing the only thing she could, she laid there, trying to push her opponent away from here. A meek effort given she had no leverage behind it. At the moment, Rosie was in too much pain to truly fight back at the moment, but she was waiting for a moment she could strike back.

[Monsy]

After her experience being a helpless damsel, Evelyn’s confidence had finally resurged. Dimples blemished through a growing grin, positioned on her knees, lurching over Rosie as their fell, destined their bodies to fall as one. Pushed on, Evelyn quirked her brow, countering the efforts by applying her weight. She knew this wasn’t a solution. No, she needed to remain on the offence, keep her screaming - no matter how cruel it sounded, the words were true if Evelyn wanted to emerge victoriously. A plan started to form, glancing towards the corner before finally acting moments later. Firstly, she aimed to seize one of Rosie’s wrist that pushed, pulling it forward. Firmly kept at Evelyn’s side, she buried her hand in Rosie’s hair, grabbing a fist full and giving an upward tug as she came to one knee, making her opponent follow. One eye closed, almost ushering an apology before stifling herself. This was a match - and she’s done far worse by now. So, Evelyn continued to heave, bringing them both to a stance.

“Rethinking your opinion of me yet?” She asked.

Two steps were taken in advance before she pulled back, yanking on Rosie’s wrist to send her towards the ropes. Her plan? To wait for Rosie’s return. And if Rosie came barrelling back as she planned, Evelyn would twist clockwise, pointing her heel, look over-shoulder and lift her knee to shoot a spinning back kick aimed for her opponent's stomach!

[Dubski]

Rosie's shove had done nothing, predictably, but she was just trying to recover from the series of brutal attacks she had received. Eventually, she felt a stinging in her scalp as her pink hair was yanked and tugged up. Being forced to her feet, Knuckles let out a soft groan as she was forced up, trying to see what Evelyn was trying. And then, she was being whipped to the ropes, the cute brawler shooting to the ropes.

As she came back, Rosie knew she had to do something. She needed to escape somehow, counter, something. And then when she got close, she saw Evelyn go for a spinning back kick to her stomach, but she caught the boot! Knuckles scowled, cringing in pain a bit before ultimately shoving Evelyn's boot right back around to spin her around to face away from her again! "I'll show you my opinion!" yelled Rosie in response before grabbing hold of Evelyn's hair with both hands and then slamming her head back to the mat hard! Nothing technical about it. Just a simple maneuver to cause pain and give her an opportunity to recover.

[Monsy]

Wind, the swing, and a hit! Gaped eyes stared, witnessing Rosie absorb her foot. Justifiably, she panicked, hopping on one foot, preparing a countermeasure. Hesitation and slow thinking were outdone by Rosie’s quick follow-up, spinning her leg, forcing her back to her opponent. A string cusped her head, forcing her hands to reel up, trying to untangle the hands, planting her feet together. Then, Evelyn was whipped by her reigns, punching the mat with her face before her body sprawled flat on the mat. Her head snapped up. One hand came to nurse the sudden headache, groaning with the setting numbness in her nose. The other hand rubbed her eyes, trying to stamper the flood over her vision, diluting everything into waves, lines, and blotches of colour.

“Q-Quite an opinion…” She whined, "Ow..."

Time would gift itself to her opponent, both wrestling with recovery. After absorbing blow after blow to her face, she felt a little punch drunk. Hampered by this cloud, she dug deep into her resolve and started pushing on the mat with a free hand, wiggling one knee under her hips, then slowly planting the other foot, lumbering up-right where her upper-half swayed side-to-side, only a single breeze away from tipping over again.

[Dubski]

Rosie Knuckles had grabbed Evelyn's head and smashed her ruthlessly into the mat by her face! The girl was clearly struggling after the blow and Rosie just staggered back a few paces from the amount of force she laid into it, and the fact that her body was still recovering from the attack! She kept an eye on Evelyn, though, watching Miss Falacy whining in pain and she glared right back at her. "Opinions and assholes--and today you're the asshole," said Rosie, waiting to scout Fallanger as she stood back up.

And when she was up, the pig-tailed fighter would then close the gap quickly, going for a jab in the midsection and then grabbing her around the head, moving to spike her skull into the mat with a vicious Snap DDT! It was basic, and perfect for Rosie's technical skill level. And it would hurt Evelyn's head all over again, which was a prime goal for Rosie right now!

[Monsy]

Sluggish movements followed, pushing on legs that limped like sandbags. Repeated hits to her head left her hunched; shoulders slumped, and her head dipped. She supported herself with her hands pressed against her straining thighs, looking solemnly towards the mat as it turned and spat, almost filling a sense of motion sickness. Then, Rosie descended. It was by complete surprise, the thoughts of the competition having been knocked out of her already, fizzling away with her delirium, then brought back by a fist cracking into her stomach. Air shot out in a huff, her back leg wobbled, and she doubled over under Rosie’s arm before being executed into a DDT! She screamed, crashing on her crown and rattling her brain, her spine having gone lateral with the drop, sending her hips all the way over in a forward roll.

Sprawled on her back, she breathed in pauses, in and out the mouth. Arms splayed by her head, curling her fingers and moving her hands to nurse the throbbing spot. Her knees lifted, planting her feet as one kicked, slamming the mat to distract herself. And then, she brought her forearms above her grimacing face, eyes clammed shut, wet, and she chewed on her bottom lip, frowning once she was capable of breathing out her nose.

“Right…”

[Dubski]

Rosie Knuckles had snapped down Evelyn square onto her head with a Snap DDT and sat in the middle of the ring beside her with a big, proud smile on her face. She could hear the suffering behind her back and reached back to ruffle Fallanger's hair. "Feeling dizzy yet, girly?" asked Rosie in an arrogant tone. She then turned and grabbed ahold of Evelyn's hair again, starting to stand and pull her up to a sitting position.

"I know you're too stupid to see the writing on the wall, so I'm just gonna pummel you some more," stated Rosie nonchalantly, keeping ahold of Evelyn's hair with one hand to keep her upright, and then Knuckles would begin to throw repeated clubbing blows towards the head of Miss Fallacy, hoping to rattle and daze her even further!

[Monsy]

Moments like these make her grab a bottle afterward. An icepack, one for her stomach, another for her jaw, and a third for her skull. Still, Evelyn took comfort with the adrenaline that sustained her consciousness, keeping her from making a crying fool out of herself, continuing this one-way endeavour! She’d hope, at least, it gave a good show. Sport was sport, and she knew the risks. “I-I’m… F…. Fine….” And given that, she found an ounce of spite between laboured breaths, the ruffle bringing an ounce of comfort amidst this mire. She could almost smile... Almost.

Awakened by a stinging scalp, Evelyn found herself sitting. Legs parted, shoulders slumped, and her hands reached to hold on to Rosie’s forearm, simply desperate for balance. Lightheadedness consumed her, causing her jaw to hang, while her gaze dipped, peering at the mat as the fist pounded her skull. She whimpered, hardly having the strength to scream. One hand reached out, propping on the ground, her head swung, before rebounding for the follow-up strike, starting a punishing pattern where each smack reverberating a nauseating smack like slapping cold steel.
Not even a guard was formed. She was taking everything. “S-Stop!”