Rosie Knuckles vs. Honoka Kobayashi

[Dubski]

Rosie Knuckles was successful in her plan. She caught the fist, took a punch, and retaliated with a punch of her own. But much to her surprise, Honoka was still striding atop her, and she only had a really sore punch for her troubles. She winced from the hard strike and looked frustrated, increasingly her bucking and writhing underneath the girl, which was quickly becoming more and more futile, especially when the angry girl grabbed her by the shoulders. Rosie immediately tried to break the grip, but it was already too late. She was smashed repeatedly back to the mat.

Rosie hit over and over, her head and shoulders nailing the mat constantly! Rosie did her best to brace herself for each hit, and it would only be a matter of time before she'd get out, because in her daze, she could hear the referee counting for Honoka to release the hold. She just had to hold on as the referee began her count to threaten to disqualify Honoka. Fortunately, when Rosie put her mind to it, she could resist pain rather well, as much as it sucked. But if she could withstand this assault, she could take advantage of the next thing Honoka would try to do. If and when Honoka would stop with the attack, Rosie would be in no condition to do anything immediately, but she hoped that at the very least, she would get a moment to recover from the utter thrashing she was taking right now.

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The attack was ruthless to say the least, and almost uncharacteristic of the lightweight in question committing to such a horrendous assault, even if she was caught on a bad day. Feeling only bits of remorse however, Honoka would find herself accidentally pushing that count to the very limits of a disqualification, before finally peeling herself off. Flustered and then some, seemingly trying to come to grips with how overboard she had just gone, Honoka slid her figure off Rosie in a rough manner before coming to a stand. Hands to her hips, head down as she tried to catch her breath and a little calm, the pinkette could but pace on the spot, as signs of a small mental breakdown almost loomed over the poor beauty!

[Dubski]

Rosie's head was spinning from the rough, sloppy maneuver, but she finally got what she wanted. Honoka had gotten off of her and looked like she was about to totally lose her mind. This chick had issues, thought Rosie. The poofy-haired brawler just smirked at Honoka and started to sit up. She watched her opponent pacing and then began to laugh and said, "Hey, Honoka." She then wearily started to pull herself up to one knee, still smirking arrogantly at the girl. She had red cheeks from the beating, her head hurt, and her hair was more of a mess than she ever would have liked, but that still didn't stop her from her cocky grin.

"Let me know when you want to actually start fighting," uttered Rosie, before spitting to her side. Then, looking up at her opponent, she added one final word. "Bitch." Knuckles figured this would be enough to make Honoka totally flip her lid this time. But she knew exactly what to expect from her freakouts now. She wouldn't allow herself to be caught offguard again.

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The fact Rosie was still mouthing off in a way sent Honoka somewhat wild. Never mind the fact the girl had the audacity to stand so soon, given Honoka herself had put a fair bit of power into that roughhousing a moment ago!

"I'll...show you..!" She'd roar, stepping towards Rosie with fury still apparent, fists to her side and arms straight. Her pace this time more of a power-walk as opposed to the charge before hand that led to her tackling of the mouthy foe before her, Honoka raised her hands as she cut the distance; bringing them above her head, before shooting forward and down. Those fists following, as she tried to smash Rosie right back to the starting point with a huge double axe handle!

[Dubski]

Rosie Knuckles just laughed as Honoka started power walking at her kneeling form. She was clearly too on edge and thought Rosie was totally out of the game. So when Honoka went at her, the brawling cutie rushed forward and hoisted Honoka up, spun her around almost a full 360 degrees to plant her down with a devastating spinebuster she called Stay Down.

The pain in Rosie's back flared up at the completion of the maneuver, and she sat there on her knees, holding her back and wincing between Honoka's legs. After a moment or two of holding her ailing spine, she then rolled over on top of Honoka and hooked a leg, going for the pinfall.

"One!"

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Her arms up high for all to see, it was perhaps unsurprising that given she was already sick of her attitude and personality, Rosie was not going to give Honoka a free shot yet again. Hugged briefly before she was spun up and around, by the time Honoka's now flailing arms came down to push upon Rosie's body, she was flat to the ground. Curves allowing something of a hefty bounce, bringing Rosie along with her, Honoka yelped and groaned as her right hand soothed her back; leg hooked in the flash of an eye!

"TWO!"

"Wha...Ng..No!" Her arm raised just as the two count became two and a half, as her figure apparently had fight left in it. How much, remained to be seen.

[Dubski]

Rosie kind of figured she wouldn't get the pin there, but she wanted to put Honoka even more on edge. Knuckles had a big smirk on her face despite being shoved off of her opponent and took another moment to hold her back before standing up. "Oh, honey, you are about to see me get really mean now," said the poofy-haired girl standing over Honoka with a menacing grin.

Honestly, Rosie was ready to just have a ton of fun from this now. She went to grab Honoka by her hair to rip her up to her knees. Then she hoped to start hitting knee after knee under Honoka's chin before pretending to go for another knee, but stopping short and releasing her. She was really looking forward to playing with her now much more subdued prey.

[Devilish53]

Somehow still in the fight, Honoka to no-ones surprise, was in a daze. Hands swatting at flies that weren't there almost, the pinkette was dragged upwards to her knees almost in a sandbagging fashion. Only when she was upright did she gain any sense of where she was and what was happening, with such a feeling a fleeting one, as Rosie indeed opted to show how mean she could be!

Crying outright as she fell back, that chin connecting horribly to her knee, Honoka's head whipped forwards almost after it fell back, leaving her arms fluttering in the air yet again for a moment, before she fell to all fours. Gasping and groaning, she wouldn't even be able to bare witness to Rosie mocking her with that feinted knee, as she held herself rather still; raising a hand to survey what felt to be a serious case of clashed teeth.

[Dubski]

The knee connected hard to Honoka's chin, bringing glee to Rosie's face. When she went for the fake out one, Honoka seemed too stunned to even react to it. Knuckles then let out a laugh and then squated down beside her. She could tell what bad shape that Honoka was in and went to pat her on the back of the head and said, "You counting them to make sure they're all still there? Been there."

The brawler then went behind Honoka and kneed beside her. She then went to pull her by her hair back upright again. "My hand print looks a bit silly on your chest, so let's see about giving you an even tan." Knuckles would then wiggle her fingers up in the air before proceeding to throw clubbing forearms to Honoka's chest from behind her, hoping to make her chest even more red while showing off those barely-supported jugs bouncing for the crowd.

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Teased and taunted a shade more, Honoka would open her mouth to roar in response, only to find the breath pouring from her yet again as Rosie's continued beating of her large bust went a little further. Those forearms reigning in like it was going out of fashion, the pinkette mewled and cried, taking heavy hits before her own arms even began to rise. And even then, they only served to smack against her own bosom, given she couldn't muster force in them

"AHGH..GHH..MMMPHJ..LET..GO!" She'd roar, momentarily thrusting her head back into the midriff of her foe, with about as much force as was to be expected. If Rosie had even a semblance of bracing, it probably did nought...