Rosie Knuckles vs Chiyo Hamamoto - Flames and Fists

[PuroQueen]

Chiyo's cute grin widened as she continued to crank the crossface, relishing the feel of her opponent's spine bending beneath her. She felt calm and in control, outwardly proud of herself for having managed to turn the tables despite the ruthless beatdown she had endured at the very start. The crowd's cheers and screams only fueled her further, urging her to push even harder. But Chiyo was so focused on the hold that she didn't even register the subtle movements of Rosie's body.

"GAACK!" Chiyo gasped as she suddenly felt a sharp pain right in the center of her abdomen, her grip loosening instinctively. The blow was completely out of left field, so much so that Chiyo couldn't even tell what had hit her until she saw Rosie's elbow buried deep within her core. Biting down on her lip to stifle the pain, Chiyo fought to regain her grip on Rosie. But the strike had been too powerful, knocking the wind out of her and leaving her gasping for breath. She stumbled backwards, collapsing onto the mat and clutching her sore abdomen.

"D-Damn it!" Chiyo cursed beneath her wheezing breath. The crossface was supposed to be no joke, an early back-bending submission hold that could have easily ended the match right then and there if her opponent had been just a little less resourceful. But the infamous brawler had a reputation for being vicious and unpredictable, and Chiyo had just gotten a taste of what she was capable of. Of course, the thought only made Chiyo more frustrated that her crude opponent had managed to escape it.

She was in no position to rectify the situation however, at least not yet. Groaning in pain, Chiyo was left with little choice but to try and scoot away from her opponent, rolling over onto her knees while her hands massaged and soothed the growing sore region on her tummy.

[Dubski]

Rosie Knuckles had sent her elbow directly into Chiyo's breadbasket, sending her opponent right off of her and onto the mat as she gasped. The cute brawler had fallen onto her front when released and scowled as she pushed herself up, letting out a groan. Running a hand over her neck, she pushed herself up with her other hand and sucked in a few deep breaths, slowly getting herself ready to trounce this girl now.

Eventually, she got up to her feet as she held her back, walking towards Hamamoto. Her back hurt, but it wasn't anything she couldn't deal with--especially so early in the match. Knuckles did see her opponent in a prone position on her knees though. That elbow hit the sweet spot, apparently, keeping her annoying opponent gasping in pain. It was the perfect position for the Pink-Haired Pugilist to follow up on her though.

"Let's work on that cute thing a little more," said Rosie as she stood over top of Chiyo, straddling her as she bent over, grabbing and lifting Hamamoto's head. Looking up at the crowd briefly so she could give them a big, menacing smile, she would then start throwing clubbing blows towards both sides of Chiyo's head. She would be trying to just bash and batter the head of her opponent, just wanting to start making good on her threat of brutalization.

[PuroQueen]

Each breath was a struggle for Chiyo after the wind had been knocked out of her in a single blow. It was a devastating sensation for any wrestler, especially one with a hot-headed brawler like Rosie Knuckles hot on her heels. Though Rosie was a bit rattled herself, she was also more than livid enough to make up for it.

As her opponent approached, Chiyo had never felt so vulnerable in the ring. The world spun around her, blurring her vision as she tried to push herself up. But Rosie had other plans. The rowdy brawler mounted her, straddling her as she lifted her head. Chiyo's eyes widened as she was forced to look up at the evil grin on Rosie's face. She had a feeling that this was going to be a lot worse than she thought, and she was right. The first blow was like a sledgehammer to her temple, rattling her brain in her skull. "WAAAGH!" Chiyo screamed, a high-pitched wail of agony that echoed through the arena.

But Rosie wasn't done. No, the pink-haired pugilist was just getting started. Blow after blow rained down on Chiyo's head, each one more vicious than the last. She felt like she was being pounded by a jackhammer, her skull rattling with each strike. "AAAAGH, S-STOP!" the poor pinkette cried. It was all she could do to throw her arm around her face for feeble protection, praying that it would be over soon. The sound of Rosie's fists slamming into her skull was sickening, and Chiyo could feel the bruises forming on her face with each strike.

The crowd's cheers and screams were nothing but a distant blur to Chiyo. All she could hear was the sound of Rosie's fists slamming into her skull, the sickening thud of bone against bone. Her mind was numb with pain, her senses clouded by the onslaught of brutalty that Rosie was unleashing. All her fighting life, Chiyo had trained to wrestle toe-to-toe with fellow technicians and grapplers, to squirm and weasel her way out of tight holds, or soar through the air in grand aerial feats of finesse. But she had never prepared for raw, unfiltered brutality, which was exactly what Rosie was raining down on her with every fist. It made Chiyo angry, but it also made her scared. Not just because she was being beaten senseless right now - that was to be expected at one point or another in the ring - but because she wasn't able to do anything about it! For now, all she could do was scream and hope for it to end as her mind fought desperately to cling onto its senses.

[Dubski]

Rosie Knuckles had put her prized fists to good use as she stood overtop Chiyo and throw clubbing blows to both sides of Chiyo's head, over and over and over. Right now, the small brawler was looking to just pummel the hell out of her opponent, wearing her down with every hard strike. Part of her felt that Chiyo would've eventually tried to find her way out of her predicament, but it seemed like she wasn't able to force herself to. So, Rosie didn't exactly have a reason to stop quite yet if she was going to just be allowed to batter Hamamoto, so she persisted.

And then finally the referee stepped in, seeing enough and knowing technically Rosie was on Chiyo for too long, telling her to back off. Knuckles simply held up her hands, grinning and shrugging her shoulders to a loud mixed reaction from the crowd. "She started it," said the Pink-Haired Pugilist, letting out a small laugh. "With her words, at least. Still more painful having to listen to that than any punch I gave her so far."

The brawler was amused by her own joke as she stepped a few paces back until she was behind Chiyo Hamamoto. Grabbing hold of the back of her opponent's briefs, Rosie would then give them a yank to help force the rookie to her feet and against her. Knuckles would then wrap her arms around her body and said, "Let's take a ride." Then Rosie lifted up Chiyo for a back suplex before taking a few steps forward, arching her high. And finally, the brawler would attempt to drop her back in a big High Angle Back Suplex, looking to drop her hard on the back of her head and continue rattling her skull even more!

[PuroQueen]

Chiyo had never felt so disappointed in herself. She could only imagine how pathetic she must have looked in the eyes of the crowd; poor, helpless, and unable to defend herself as fist after fist pounded into her rattled brain. Her instinctive cries for mercy certainly didn't help paint the picture of a proud and defiant rookie. Gritting her teeth, Chiyo summoned all her willpower in an effort to compose herself. Rosie was swinging at her with relentless fury, but also without rhythm. If she could just find a gap between strikes, maybe she could...

The referee's loud and commanding voice suddenly broke through the haze of her mind. The ruthless assault seized soon after, but Chiyo was still left in the center of the ring, her arms pressed up against her face and head, unconvinced that Rosie would let up so easily. The referee had provided her some respite, and had Chiyo been strong enough, she might have used it to wreak revenge on her unruly foe. But the fact of the matter was that the young rookie was still shaken up, her body visibly trembling from the powerful blows.

By the time she summoned the willpower to stand up, it was already too late. Rosie was already behind her, dragging her up by the hem of her lower garments and onto shaky knees. Chiyo felt her opponent's arms wrap around her, her warm breath pricking at the back of her neck in a manner that sent shivers down her spine. Chiyo knew what was coming next, but at the same time, she was powerless to stop it. All of a sudden, her world just became higher and higher, then inverted altogether. The pinkette was sent soaring through the air, her body lifelessly flinging behind the brawler before the back of her neck crashed into the canvas with ring-shattering effect.

The impact turned Chiyo's body into a ragdoll as she thrashed and tumbled across the mat, rolling over like a heap of flesh and bones before coming to a painful stop. Chiyo didn't even know where to put her hands to relieve the pain - everything hurt. All she could do was groan and cry out in agony, her body curled up on the mat as she tried to catch her breath. With half-closed eyes, Chiyo stared daggers at her opponent from afar. This ring was quickly turning into a hellscape, and if Chiyo didn't do something about it fast, she could very well find herself buried in it! With a steely gaze, Chiyo slowly tried to roll herself back onto her hands and knees, determined to show the crowd and her opponent that she was far from finished. As stoic as the effort may have seemed, there was still no denying that Chiyo was far from capable of launching a counter-attack at the moment. The best she could hope for was to make it back onto her feet in time to mount a proper defense, but as Chiyo's legs quickly gave out beneath her, the chances of even that happening looked scarily slim.

[Dubski]

Rosie Knuckles hoisted up Chiyo high, making sure to put that extra arch to really drive her opponent's head in the mat with the High Angle Back Suplex. The Pink-Haired Pugilist would then sit up, smirking and looking amused with herself. Finding the camera, she gave it a little shrug as she listened to her foe thrashing on the mat. She quite enjoyed laying a beat down on her opponents--especially those who annoyed her. And tragically for Chiyo Hamamoto, she had gotten on that list pretty quickly even before the bell rang.

Heaving a big sigh, Rosie pushed herself off the mat and brushed off her thighs before clapping her hands together, looking down at Chiyo as she tried to stand, but she was seemingly struggling to do so. Rosie recoiled when she fell, then let out a laugh. "Hah! Come on, I can't have beaten your ass that much already!" exclaimed the cute brawler, resuming her approach to Chiyo.

"Let's get you up, come on," said Knuckles, rolling her eyes as she grabbed Chiyo's arm, helping her up in a less rough manner and instead a little more of a friendly manner. She ducked down, pulling Hamamoto up and slowly backed her to the ring ropes, allowing them to help her stay upright. "There you are," remarked Rosie with a smile, patting Chiyo's shoulder.

Then, she let out a sigh and gripped that shoulder more firmly. "Now Shut Up And Listen," stated Rosie simply. Knuckles would then pull her other hand back over her head before sending it down with incredible force, aiming to nail a thunderous Overhead Slap to Chiyo's chest, which she charmingly named Shut Up And Listen, simply because the chop was usually extremely loud in the arena as it hit flesh.

[PuroQueen]

Chiyo's world spun as she struggled to find her balance after the bone-rattling suplex. But the pain was nothing compared to the unbridled irritation that set her nerves ablaze as she endured her opponent's relentless mockery. As Rosie's fingers closed around her arm, Chiyo braced herself for the next wave of punishment. To her surprise, however, Rosie hoisted her up with an almost gentle touch, though Chiyo could feel the condescension with every pat on her shoulder.

With a fierce scowl etched into her face, Chiyo glared at Rosie, teeth grinding audibly. Suddenly, Rosie's palm shot up like a towering mountain, and Chiyo's eyes widened in terror. "AAAAAHHHHH!" A deafening scream was torn from poor Chiyo's throat as she was launched back by the brute force of Rosie's slap. She would have been dislodged entirely by the blow, but her boots managed to remain planted, thanks only to the commanding grip Rosie still held over her shoulder.

As she wavered on her feet, her hand trembled as she clutched the red mark Rosie had seared into her collar. The disorienting effects of the slap made her gasp for air, her head reeling.

The humiliation of being beaten and tossed around the ring like a ragdoll, the shameless taunts that Rosie spat in her direction - all of it had taken a toll on Chiyo. Each hit that landed felt like a weight dragging her down, feeding the self-defeating thoughts that plagued her mind. But enough was enough. With a fiery cry that echoed through the arena, Chiyo lunged forward, unleashing a stinging forearm strike into Rosie's chest! Her own momentum nearly sent her tumbling, but Chiyo quickly regained her footing.

If Rosie's grip on her shoulder still held, then Chiyo would continue to rain down a flurry of forearms into the same spot on her opponent's chest. Each strike was punctuated by a guttural growl of frustration and determination. Finally, with her arm quivering, Chiyo mustered all her strength and attempted to launch one last massive lariat at Rosie's chest, hoping to take her opponent down for good!

[Dubski]

The Shut Up and Listen chop had made a thunderous crack across Chiyo's skin as even Rosie recoiled for a moment upon hearing it before grinning. It was always quite satisfying and a bit of a crowd pleaser, and also incredibly painful for her opponent when she nailed that unforgiving Overhead Slap. Rosie Knuckles wasn't one for letting up at all though, looking amused at Hamamoto's reaction.

Then, she heard that cry of war from Chiyo, reverberating from deep down in her, and Knuckles looked even more amused, at least until she felt the forearm strike at her chest, making the Pink-Haired Pugilist stumble back. She hissed in pain for a moment before a wide grin appeared on her face as she slapped her own chest, seemingly wanting more from Chiyo as she let out a laugh. She loved when they got motivated enough to try throwing things her way. Strikes that would otherwise never happen without her putting their backs against the wall. Rosie Knuckles was quite a motivator like that.

But what came next was a repeated flurry of forearms to that same spot. Rosie kept her feet planted, puffing out her chest to take each of them with what could be described as a smirking grimace, grunting after every couple strikes. It hurt like hell. Her chest was growing more and red with every forearm, but Rosie was determined to tank every one of them, even if it became very clear that the smirk was disappearing.

But then Chiyo was going for a big strike. She threw everything right at Rosie Knuckles. The brawler had allowed those last strikes to hit her, almost as if to lull her opponent into a sense of security that she could get more daring. She watched closely and saw Chiyo Hamamoto go high. Rosie Knuckles would then go low, grabbing hold of Chiyo around the waist and scooping her up. She would then attempt to swing her around and then plant her into the mat with a crushing Spinning Spinebuster she named Stay Down. It was a painful move, and one that was certain to stop most in their tracks if she hit, and Rosie was definitely looking to do just that with Chiyo.

[PuroQueen]

Being so focused on the attack, Chiyo hadn't even noticed the loud chanting of the crowd, egging her on every time her forearm sunk into the center of Rosie's chest. She could see the damage she was doing, the growing red mark forming around her opponent's collar, but judging by Rosie's expression, the brawler seemed to be taking it all in stride. In fact, Chiyo could have sworn her fellow pinkette even looked amused. Yes, the brawler wasn't even bothering to block, she was leaving herself wide open in jest; taunting and goading Chiyo into expending more energy into the strikes. The pugilist's facetious attitude only left Chiyo more incensed, her teeth gnashed together with growing frustration amid every blow!

When Chiyo swung her arm back for the final time, she was confident that this was going to be the one to finally wipe that stupid smile off of Rosie's face. As soon as this lariat hit, her unruly opponent would quickly realize that this wasn't a joke, that she wasn't a joke!

Her mighty cry rang out as loud as ever, but this time, there was no rewarding smack of flesh on flesh to accompany it. No, Chiyo's arm only swung through the loud woosh of open air, her forearm swiping through where Rosie had been only seconds ago. By the time Chiyo had realized what happened, it was already too late. Rosie had baited her, provoked into a move that left her wide open for a counter! There was little Chiyo could do to reckon with her slick opponent, as she was hauled up soon after, arms wrapped around Rosie's head for balance while her legs instinctively clung around the girl's hips.

The arena spun around her, a blur of lights, screens, and faces before it all suddenly turned into a downward spiral. "GAUAUAGH!" Chiyo let out a loud, piercing scream, but it was drowned out by the massive crash that accompanied her back slamming into the canvas. Chiyo's whole body would rebound off the mat from the force of the impact, elevating a solid foot off the ground before coming to a sad tumble. The poor pinkette lay briefly paralyzed in the ring, her hand clutching the small of her back as a string of garbled groans and winces seeped out of her twitching lips. She closed her eyes tight, stifling the growing tears of pain that threatened to humiliate her even further. Rosie was putting her through the worst opening wringer she'd ever experienced in the ring, and yet there was nothing Chiyo could do about it but endure!

[Dubski]

Rosie Knuckles had managed to swoop Chiyo up and then absolutely planted her into that mat with the Stay Down, putting away any of that brazen fight that her opponent was sending her way. With a wide grin on her face as she kneeled between the legs of her downed opponent, she looked down at Hamamoto and clicked her tongue before rubbing at her reddened chest. "Damn girly, you could've really hurt me there," said Rosie simply. Getting into a striking fight with Rosie Knuckles was rarely ever a good idea, and even though her chest was throbbing now, it made it all worth it. And Knuckles loved the pain of it all. It only got her blood pumping more.

Giving one of Chiyo's legs a pat, Rosie would stand up and walk to the side of her downed opponent, giving her a stomp on the chest once. "You hit like a bitch though," critiqued Knuckles, smirking down at Hamamoto. Then, she would leap up into the air and come down with a knee drop directly onto Chiyo's chest, slamming her limb down on her hard, making sure to put her body weight into the impact.

Then Rosie would keep her knee there, motioning for the referee to make a count as she threw up the double biceps pose, putting on a cocky cover on her opponent as she smirked at the nearest camera. She knew it was likely not going to get a win--at least, unless Chiyo didn't have as much willpower left in her as Knuckles expected, but it would be a fun little pose for her and would surely piss her opponent off, which was perfect. Because Rosie didn't like her at all, which was likely clear at this point.