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

[Dubski]

The pig-tailed pugilist was confidently standing as she pummeled the dickens out of Evelyn Fallanger. Rosie Knuckles had blasted her with blow after blow to her head until she had worn down the girl more and more, feeling her slump and grow more and more limp from each strike! Keeping a firm grip on Evelyn's hair still as she finally cried out for Rosie to stop, the brawler did finally do that, pulling back her fist with a smile and a shrug. "Well, why didn't you just say so before, huh?" asked Rosie.

Knuckles would then yank and tug Evelyn's body up before shoving Miss Fallacy's head between her legs, winking out to the crowd before wrapping her arms around Evelyn's waist. "Say goodnight, Junior!" shouted Rosie as she gave Fallanger a brief spank before hoisting her up. The crowd knew she was going for her patented Rosie Bomb powerbomb maneuver, and as Rosie hoisted her up, she would adjust her on her shoulders before lifting her up and attempting to throw her down in a big release powerbomb, hoping to send the beleaguered Fallanger straight down to the mat!

[Monsy]

A mauling; relentless and unending. Laid under siege by fists, the castle of Evelyn’s skull felt it would buckle. Being drilled, Evelyn survived, albeit unwillingly, until the end. Her neatly done-up hair became unravelled, both spilling down her back and swiping across her face, thrashed by the force of a tempest! There was nothing left but to beg there, lest she risks injury, bleeding even. Of course, that was a silly thought, considering how the match was won. So, she settled on only one option. One move to snap things around, leaving only a gambit to make an opportunity.

“Ow-ow..” Tugged by her hair, she whined her petty complaints while stuffed between Rosie’s legs, where her body showed no resistance. Judging by the crowd’s reaction, things were about to get perilous if she didn’t try something… anything. Taken up, her knees draping over Rosie’s shoulders, her head had rolled back in lifeless fashion, limbs furled in front of her stomach. Hoisted, the doomed upstart jolted to life; outstretching her hands like vipers, one issuing a grab onto Rosie’s hair, pushing it down, the other applied weight onto Rosie’s shoulder, and with her feet’s kick out against her opponent’s back, Evelyn went up and over their head, landing on Rosie’s flank! Whipping around, two arms reached to snatch her opponent’s hair, curling her fingers like fangs against the scalp, embellished by anger-driven adrenaline. Then, she drilled Rosie’s back with her knee, tugging on the hair to force an arch.

“I can't lose to you!”

One more step… One more… Evelyn turned around once more, yanking Rosie with her as she strode towards the corner. If all succeeded thus far, Evelyn would plant her foot on the middle turnbuckle; then her other foot dared to go one higher, springboarding into a flip. She soared, her legs swinging in full rotation, trying to wrap her arm over Rosie’s nape in the fall to cleanly spike their head on the mat, finishing her gamble with the coined Liar’s Gambit!

[Dubski]

Rosie Knuckles had pulled Evelyn up for her Rosie Bomb, but then... her opponent had popped out, landing behind her! The cute brawler's eyes shot open in fear as she went to turn, but was grabbed by the hair and kneed in the back! "Gah!" cried out Rosie as she was forced back in a reverse DDT position! But instead of spiking her immediately, she could feel her body being tugged along, not understanding why she would be pulled along step by step.

And then soon, it was becoming apparent, Rosie was being pulled to the corner, and her mind began racing for a solution! She knew that she could be out if this maneuver hit! As she felt Evelyn swiftly climb up the turnbuckle, the pigtailed fighter did the only thing she could think to do! She wrapped her arms around the top rope and held on for dear life, practically hugging it! She heard the crash of Evelyn landing on the mat and her head jerk back briefly, and Rosie was free, her attempt to avoid taking the move a success.

But then she scrunched up that pretty face of hers into a scowl and, she knew she had to take opportunity of this. Almost immediately, Rosie pushed off the turnbuckle, using the momentum to spin, and then she threw a brutal hook right into Evelyn Fallanger's face, hitting her with the Mean Right Hook! The momentum nearly made Rosie tumble right into Miss Fallacy before she caught herself, her surprise strike managing to crack her foe right on its mark, just after she escape Evelyn's own finisher!

[Monsy]

Amidst the match’s deciding moments, Evelyn enacted a gamble that sought to steal the show. The surprise was her armament, escaping the Rosie Bomb with a resurrection that brought her precious seconds. Time she used to control her opponent’s head, take her towards the corner for a potential date into the dreamland. She spared no theatrics, no signal or taunt, relying on swift execution as her foot kicked off the top turnbuckle and went aerial. But alas, Evelyn’s move faltered, resulting in her shoulders crashing into the mat. Grumbling, she kicked off with one foot to perform a slow backroll, holding her head with tight features from the botched maneuver.

Depleted adrenaline sunk its teeth into her muscles, spurring a flood of strain and fear, but she slowly reclaimed her footing, looking out to Rosie with rapidly paling cheeks. She was half a woman by the time she stood, groggy almost, turning out to be the only moment Rosie needed to put things away with her fist meeting Evelyn’s otherwise flawless cheek. Her head swung, prying spit and a short scream. Legs were reduced to jelly that rattled before folding, slapping the mat for a final time with utter silence. That punched cheek garnered some solace in meeting the warm canvas, allowing her jaw to hang idly as everything span. Her limbs refused to move, like being stuck in tar, and then, everything became black. Limbs splayed out like a fallen warrior, with one arm bent above her head that occasionally twitched, sitting in a pile of dishevelled hair that swiped across her face. Her other stretched down over her waist, resting on a motionless thigh that spread out across the mat, creating a V-shape.

There was no need to be a count. Evelyn was out cold.

[Dubski]

Rosie had turned, performing a spin before slamming her fist directly into the side of Evelyn's face, a loud crack being heard throughout the area as fist met face, finishing off her Mean Right Hook maneuver! For Miss Fallacy, time seemed to move on forever as she fall to the mat unconscious, but for those watching, it was only a matter of seconds. And then Rosie Knuckles stood over Evelyn Fallanger as she lay there in a sprawled heap, completely unconscious from the pink-haired girl's impressive punch!

The crowd had cheered from the rather sudden knockout, appreciating the power of Rosie Knuckles' thunderous blow. She just held a fist in the air after with a confident grin, standing in front of Evelyn, sure it was over. Soon, the referee began to do a customary count, sounding off one through ten, but it was more for practice at this point. As the count went on, Rosie swagger stepped to the nearest corner and stood on the middle ropes, kissing her fist and then licking her lips as the referee got to ten, ringing the bell and giving Rosie the win!

The pig-tailed pugilist would then hop off the ropes and allow the referee to hold her hand up high as her theme song played! She looked down at Evelyn with a wide, toothy grin and said, "Maybe next time, little girl! Got to be quicker than that!" She then let out an obnoxious laugh, purposefully stepping over the unmoving body of Fallanger to make her way out of the ring, victorious with another win!

Winner by KO: Rosie Knuckles