Standard Match: Rose Martinelli vs Spectre — A Lasting Taste

[Monsy]

Hm~Hm~
Their hair fit her hand so very well.
She almost wanted to cut it off and take it home, but she’d sooner burn it for the smell. So, in respect to her future senses, she canned the thought. Instead, she allowed her floral opponent to pose themselves on the ropes. Like a presentation where the person was pushed against a pane of glass, forced to see the outside world through a camera lens. Just how many were watching. Thousands? Tens of thousands? Hundreds of thousands? Millions?

“Thanks.”

Spectre realigned herself to Rose’s side, holding the hair out to expose their back.
Then she kicked. A roundhouse across their back, making a fleshy clap if her thigh hit their back.

Spectre would kick again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
Heavier and heavier strikes to the exact same part of their spine.

[Sigma Morgan]

Rose so far had been like a pet for her opponent and the woman used her hair like a damn leash walking her like a dog around a local park with thousands if not millions to see it unfold. Getting some respite as she pulled herself up to her knees using the ropes that was all cut short as her opponent's leg connecting with her back. "GAH!" Rose let out feeling the kick radiate throughout her body before feeling another kick and another cry left her lips, followed by another, and another. Rose shook her head side to side as a tear rolled down her cheek from the pain of repeated hits to the same exact spot with each hit only seeming to have more power behind it causing more agonizing pain to which Rose could do nothing but beg. "ST- AHP!" Rose cried out as she pleaded her chest getting driven and briefly dug into by the ropes with each of her opponent's kicks.

[Monsy]

Hm~Hm~
They reacted quite nicefully. The tear rolling down making the ninja’s cheeks turn reddish. If she’d have her way, she’d get down and lick that clean for them for producing such a compelling little show. But of course, it was just as satisfying to take this wound with long fingernails and pry it open…

“Stop, huh?”
Spectre let Rose’s hair fall. Instead, she clawed onto Rose’s scalp to control her head.
“Turn to me.”
It looked like a bit of respite. An order given with some patience, so long as they stayed on their knees in front of her. And if she listened, Spectre would lean over and make them look up.
“Stop what, exactly?”

If Rose wanted to beg, then she'd do it directly into Spectre's eyes. Then, as if to coerce or interrupt their answer, she took her knee back and attempted to shoot it directly into their abdomen! Right below the ribs, down the middle into the juiciest, softest point other than the belly button itself.

[Sigma Morgan]

Rose panted in relief when the kicks finally ended but the punishment and humiliation did not as Spectre's talon like hands latched onto her scalp, the resistance had already been kicked out of her so she really had no choice but to look at her opponent as the woman seemingly controlled her and worked her like a puppet connected to some strings with Rose now on her knees looking up weakly and wearily at her opponent as the woman tauntingly questioned her. "Just... stop" Rose said quietly. "Stop kicking m-AHHH" Rose was cut off as her opponent's knee drilled into her abdomen hitting a soft spot, it was as if it was a fully calculated shot designed for the most pain and with how cruel her opponent had been so far it likely was and it left Rose even more pained and winded than she was before!

[Monsy]

The knee drilled a soft pillow. She sipped their reaction like expensive wine—the facial twisting, the lurch and how Rose’s attractive core shaped around her knee. God she can just beat on this until it was purple. The ideas she wanted to facilitate. The bottom of her boot ached to batter a good stomach, for so very long and yet with no opportunity but today. For the time being, Spectre held them calmly, watching, waiting for the coughs to stop so she could squat down in front of them. They were about eye-level doing this.

“Alright. I can stop.” A second hand set on their chin in addition to one on-top. She turned Rose’s head towards the eagerly awaiting camera, then said. “Just say please. Beg to them.”

[Sigma Morgan]

Her opponent well and truly was sadistic and picked Rose apart piece by piece from the moment the bell rang. As Rose pushed herself up weakly on her trembling and arms and legs her opponent crouched down in front of her, playing with her like she was a toy even grabbing her chin causing Rose's eyes to shift into a fearful glare until the woman pulled her head aside forcing Rose to look at the camera once again ordering her around. Rose couldn't take this anymore, her fist clenched and then she threw a punch towards her opponent's face just wanting to get away from the woman, scampering away like a stray dog if the punch connected and had the intended effect.

[Monsy]

It hit her between the eyes. Her head got a good snap backwards. For a moment, she was looking at the ceiling. At all the lights with a slight arch in her latex-clad back. Her grip did loosen. And for a moment, she looked like she could’ve been stunned. “Hm~Hm~”

If only that were true.
Like a robot, Spectre’s head slowly reset. Her eyes were two dead headlights locking on her target that was scampering away. And quite beautifully, too. Spectre stood up and decided to play the game. She strode after them with deliberate, but not very fast steps. Wherever they went to. She wanted to see how long they’d keep up this little chase. And then...

Would they run?
Flee the ring?
Turn and fight?

So… So many fun options.
But for all her intentions, she truly hoped Rose Martinelli would stay here with her. So she can lap up their expressions. Each… and every one.

[Sigma Morgan]

Rose's punch only had a momentary effect before Spectre's head turned back to look at her as if she were a horror movie villain and with how things in this match had gone so far Michael Myers or Freddy Kruger may have been a preferable opponent as Spectre stared at her as she backed away too scared to even take the time to force herself back to her feet as the woman followed her, like a cat standing over a mouse ready to pounce! Too busy backing away and paying attention to her opponent Rose's back was soon against the ropes and she stared up at her opponent terrified before throwing a desperate kick at the woman's leg as she grabbed the ropes trying to full herself up while possibly getting her opponent hoping to stagger back.

[Monsy]

She soaked in their eyes. The face they made while inching back. Unease and uncoordinated movement, powered by the instinct to retreat. She can practically smell how their brain was feeling. What she pictured was an alleyway. Three in the morning. Noone coming. No one witnessing their casualty. Then, a dead end. Ropes.

Sweet baby lamb. What now?
They kicked! Spectre’s lower leg reflexed, cat-like, folding in instantly to make that kick breeze underneath, then stomping the foot down to pin on their thigh.

“Any more ideas?” Monotone and drone-like as ever. But also quiet, like sharing a dark room together. Just the two of them.

Her heel dug in. Twisting it back and forth, tenderizing their leg meat in a thigh-shaped bowl. After two turns of left to right, she raised her boot again, only to stomp right down on the girl’s pelvis. Not quite her sex. As, the referee was just a little too close to do that. "Hm?"

Her heel started twisting again. Left. Right. Left. Right.

"Rose..."
And one more time…
Up went the boot…

"Look at me."
And down it stomped. Right into Rose’s beautiful tummy. In the same place she kneed, just under the tits. The only swath where she can see bruising.

Left. Right. Left. Right.

[Sigma Morgan]

It was like Rose was on a raft paddling for her life while Spectre closed in on her like a shark that smelt blood in the water with Rose kicking as she was dragged into the water. Her leg was stomped on and pinned causing a pained cry to escape her lips followed by a series of quite whimpers as Spectre stood over her like a monster before the woman's heel dug into the skin of her leg causing Rose to cry out in agony once more before an even louder scream escaped her mouth as the sadistic woman stomped on her pelvis, it was close to her sex, the stomp hurt like hell but a stomp to the sex likely would have made it so much worse even with the woman's heel still digging into her like she was trying to rub her into the dirt. When the heel was lifted off of her pelvis it was soon returned in an even more tender position her stomach, driving the air from her lungs before the heel dug into her stomach yet again and then once more causing Rose to let out the loudest screams of the night! "St-STOP PLEASE!" Rose begged looking up at her opponent.