Standard Match: Rose Martinelli vs Spectre — A Lasting Taste

[Monsy]

The loudest screams of the night wouldn’t cut it.

She was entertained by it. All that bruising she knew she would cause. She pictured it every moment her heel did another grind. Black, with a purple inner ring and red centre. Swelling into a hump. Moving it would surely be less than ideal, and they’d limp away like a wounded animal, just as she saw most people.

They just needed a fun reminder.
“...”
Her finger slowly beckoned for the referee. She maintained her stare at Rose’s face, unflinching. When the official came over, Spectre spoke.

“Tell them, Rose. Say I quit.”

From there, Spectre slowly slid her foot up over their chest and landed on their throat. She pressed her toes down, effectively pressuring their trachea into a narrower pipe to really stop any words from coming out. Leaning with her weight as Spectre watched their face to see what colour it becomes, what kind of eyes they give and what words might croak. Even at this stage, it was still just play.

Suddenly, Spectre’s foot slid back. Her leg folded. And she dropped. Her knee came crashing down their throat. She grabbed Rose’s hair with claws, scratching into their scalp. Then she pulled Rose’s head into her strangling knee. Spectre curved backwards until she was like an arch, staring at the ceiling as light shone down into her dead sockets.

The referee got on one knee beside Rose’s head and asked the question.

“Do you submit?”

[Sigma Morgan]

Bruises were forming on Rose's skin, purple and black marks visible for all to see as Spectre towered over her, it was terrifying and Spectre didn't seem to even have a thought about letting up instead the woman's boot dragged across her body until it was on her throat. Spectre gave her another order... but the woman's actions seemed to counteract that, her windpipe was being crushed, she could hardly even breath alone talk! Rose's face turned slightly red from the lack of air, her hands weakly punching at the woman's boot desperate to get it off but her cruel opponent yet that never happened instead the pain, the agony, the torture only got worse as the woman's foot slid back granting a singular moment of rest before her knee came crashing down into Rose's throat, every shortened breath was agony though those were soon cut even shorter as Spectre grabbed her hair and pulled her neck tighter and deeper against the knee.

Rose desperately clawed at the woman's leg but she was fading fast and every muscle in her neck was burning and hurting as after a few moments Rose's struggling ceased as her hands slipped down soon tapping on the mat signaling her submission and her defeat at Spectre's hands.

[Monsy]

The bell sounded.

Victory was established almost completely flawlessly, despite their one punch.

She slid her knee back after they tapped. But only after holding it for a little while longer, just to see the fading life in their eyes slowly wither away and how their hands got less animated every half a second. What a turn on…

She sat on them. Their belly. Spectre’s knees were folded in and legs were spread to put her bottom on Rose’s midsection. All 100 pounds of ninja.

In one of her belt pouches was a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. Given her lack of bumps, they were in very good condition for her to pull one out, slot it between her mask’s slits and touch it with her lips. Then the lighter. Flick, flick. And a spark. She inhaled to make it catch. Now a tail of smoke came from the end of the cigarette. Her nicotine wants were above the stadium rules.

“Hey.” Spectre leaned over, a hand on their collar. She slapped Rose across the face.

“Focus.”

And as she hovered above their face and did her draw, she breathed out a small cloud of second hand smoke in their face.

“Smoke at all?”

[Sigma Morgan]

Even as she tapped Spectre continued to choke her until she was on the very edge of consciousness though eventually she stopped though the humiliation seemed far from done. Struggling to catch her breath as is an extra hundred pounds that was Spectre sitting on her stomach did not help matters in the slightest. Rose only opened her eyes just as her opponent took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up clearly disregarding public smoking laws and arena policy. Rose's eyes were still a little glossy until her opponent's slapping woke her up a little more before going into a coughing fit as her opponent blew a cloud of smoke in her face. God Rose hated smoking and even being next to a smoker let alone getting a face full of smoke. "Get... off... PLEASE!" Rose pleaded having to take a break to cough after each word.

[Monsy]

“What’s the matter? Don’t smoke?”

Spectre can decipher that easily from just seeing how they writhed and hacked. Then another round of pleading. Fuck, the pitifulness was making her feel all warm and happy, like a trip to her favourite park with a bench off the trail. Secluded and tranquil. She didn’t want to leave after hearing it. Her back experienced dopamine-filled shivers from listening to them choke.

Suddenly, she grabbed their chin to make Rose look up at her. “Oh, I get it.”

“You’re judging me, aren’t you? In this little fucking dome here.” She flicked Rose’s forehead, then moved to stroke their cheek.

“Or maybe, you just really want to leave, and not even offer me a sportsmanlike handshake. Because I disgust you. And you’re afraid.”

Even though her mask and automated voice wouldn’t give it away, she was smiling just a bit underneath.

“So, instead of a handshake. You’re going to open your mouth and I’ll give you something even better. Think of it like candy. And if you don’t show me your tongue, then I will take a crowbar and open it for you. Understood?”

[Sigma Morgan]

Hearing her opponent's question Rose coughed before answering. "I hate it... It leaves a smell and makes me cough" Rose replied too good natured to take any shot at hitting her opponent, though with how she was dominated in the match that likely wouldn't' go well for her regardless as her opponent grabbed her cheek and forced her to look her in the eyes. "What? No I- Ow" Rose was never a judgmental person but her appeal was cut off as she was suddenly flicked in the forehead. Though her opponent's next words were true, Rose really didn't like this woman especially with how she was being treated right now.

Rose then glared at Spectre as the woman offered her an ultimatum... after everything that happened Rose wasn't going to do a single thing this bitch asked her instead she clenched her mouth shut and shook her head in defiance calling the woman's bluff or challenging her to do her worst.

[Monsy]

Spectre didn’t react.

She wasn’t bothered by being challenged at all, as that required caring what route they took to the end goal. She perfectly meant every syllable of the choices laid down. So, when Rose chose her way, Spectre just grabbed Rose by her hair, two hands and stood up.

Then she yanked.
And yanked.
Stepping back and leaning. Ever closer to the corner where her crowbars were hooked on.

Yank.
Yank.

With one final pull, they’d reach the corner. Spectre threw them onto their back and stepped just below their chest. She reached for a single crowbar, flipping it once in her grip. And finally, she looked down, she could only offer a moment. An image with the crowbar held high, being raised higher.

“Give me a good scream.”

When it reached its zenith, it came swinging.

Directly aimed at Rose’s ribs.

[Sigma Morgan]

Rose's eyes clinched shut in pain as Spectre grabbed her by the hair and began to pull her with Rose whimpering and wincing in pain as she was dragged towards a corner her legs kicking in protest the entire way until she was thrown back down laying flat on her back as she was forced to look up at her opponent as she was pinned to the mat with her foot. Rose then watched in horror as Spectre grabbed her crowbar off the ropes. "NO NO NO! WAI-AHHHHHHH!" Rose screamed in agony as the crowbar came crashing down onto her ribs with Rose immediately trying to roll onto her stomach trying to shield her ribs from further blows... god this woman was psychotic and sadistic.

[Monsy]

Unfortunately.

For them. There was no rolling over now.

In fact, there was no rolling anywhere. Her boot was planted into their gut and it can only sink deeper like a blunt spear that was her heel. And after that smack, Spectre felt her shoulders, back and muscles relax. Like when she listened to Americana. A summer day beneath the sun. The weather being just right. Where the wind was gentle enough to make the mouth yawn and eyes heavy. And the grass on-top of the hill was the perfect length to lay in.

“That was… Great.”

She grinned.

Then she flipped the crowbar once for fun, raised it again, then brought it down on their collarbone.

“But I know you can do better.”

Again, she smacked. Across their face. Enhancing her inner-peace every time.

“We’re all alone here, so don’t be shy, Rose.”

THWACK. THWACK. THWACK.

“Rip your vocal chords for me.”

THWACK. THWACK. THWACK...THWACK.

“I want to see you cough up a piece of your throat.”

THWACK. THWACK. THWACK.

“So I can take it home. And put it in a jar.”

[Sigma Morgan]

There was nowhere to go as Spectre's boot simply sunk deeper into her stomach only adding to the pain but when Rose looked back up at the woman she was.... smiling, this couldn't be good and Spectre soon proved that one hundred and ten percent correct as she then brought the crowbar down on her collarbone causing Rose to cry out and kick her legs in agony before taking another more painful hit across the face, her cheek swelling soon after before taking several more hits all over the place while Rose tried to protect her face unable to even keep track of how many time she had been hit, it had to have at least been ten but it felt like a hundred.

"STOP PLEASE! PLEASE!" Rose screamed and pleaded wanting her opponent to stop hitting her.