Rosie Knuckles vs. Betsy Lincoln - Knockout Queens

[BlackAkuma]

”Prove?”

That question made Betsy stop a beat, pausing for the first time in the match and giving her heart a chance to catch up with the rest of her body. She didn’t want to slow down, but it just took her off guard, especially coming from someone like this.

”I dunno, probably the same thing you’re trying to prove coming out here with that taped-up shoulder.” She thumbed at it as if Rosie would forget it was there, and began moving again. She didn’t dash in this time, but she did keep in motion, staying just out of their mutual firing ranges as she circled her opponent.

”I’m a boxer, in case it’s not obvious with all the punching. So if you’ve got a problem with getting punched, well, too bad, but I’m not going to fight the way you tell me to, sorry.” She threw up her shoulders, a quick shrug, before she started to inch forward again, daring Rosie to engage with her once again.

[Dubski]

Rosie's brow narrowed as Betsy was accusing and explaining herself at once, letting her say her piece. When she was done, Rosie rolled her eyes. "First of all, I'm out here to do my fucking job and fight. And I finally got cleared for it, so I'm going to do what I can with the shape I'm in," said Rosie with some spite. She had been very bitter about her shoulder being hurt. It made her miss out on her opportunity to be part the contention for the Openweight Championship, and she had gone through a lot of rehab to get to this point already to get cleared.

"And being a boxer is your problem, you patriotic dunce. Because we're not in a boxing match. And I'm not a boxer either. We don't have any mitts!" exclaimed Rosie, holding her hands out and wiggling her fingers to make her point. "I'm a bare knuckle fighter," corrected the Pink-Haired Pugilist.

And then to make her point even more, she would step forward very suddenly with her guard up. She wanted to make Betsy know that it wasn't a boxing match they were in. She stomped down towards Lincoln's foot, looking to surprise her with the hard, dirty move. And then, Knuckles would throw a headbutt at her head after that, for another illegal boxing move. And finally, she would attempt to waylay her with a mighty haymaker with enough force that she could knock Betsy down if she connected! Rosie wasn't playing around, not with a match this important to her.

[BlackAkuma]

Yeah, Betsy figured it was something like that, though it was nice to have 100% confirmation about it. She’d known wrestlers with similar chips on their shoulders back home, wanting to prove that they still had it after a big injury put them on the sidelines. Never entirely made sense to her - wouldn’t you want to give yourself time to heal? But some people just had to push themselves, she guessed, regardless of the consequences.

Well, good for her. But Betsy had no intention of being her comeback dummy.

She was about to tell her as much when her opponent rushed in and took the brutal offensive. She was prepared for more fists to come her way, but instead, she took a hard stomp on the foot, one that crushed her bare toes. Her world went white in the next moment as she took a hard headbutt straight to the nose, and it all came to an excruciating end when Rosie Knuckle’s knuckle crapped across her skull, landing with resonating force.

The blow spun Betsy all the way around and made her stumble to the corner, where she collapsed with her front against the pads, holding the ropes just to stay on her feet. Blinking, dizzy, confused, she shook her head and tried to make her senses return as her brain rebooted.

[Dubski]

Rosie had stomped on the poor foot of Betsy with her boot, nailed that practiced headbutt, and then socked her opponent in the head with an even more practiced haymaker. Not the cleanest set of moves, but it was all legal--at least in a wrestling bout. And Rosie, having tired of playing these little boxing games with her foe decided it was high time to really get to it. "Oh, I'm sorry. I guess we're all fighting the way we want now, right?" said Rosie in a taunting tone, grinning wickedly as she got a loud mixed reaction for her efforts. Some loved to see Rosie's trademark aggression and rough attitude, while some were apprehensive about how she tended to be a bit too mean to her opponent. But they reacted, and that's all Knuckles wanted.

The Pink-Haired Pugilist would then shrug her shoulders with a laugh. "But I'll tell you what. You can get your ass kicked however you want." Rosie said the words before lining up Betsy. Then, she would make a charge at Lincoln as she struggled in the corner before turning and throwing her hip towards Betsy's midsection, with the rest of her body following as she tried to smash her opponent right into that corner hard!

[BlackAkuma]

”Dirty, rotten, skeezy bitch with your stupid hair and your stupid flippin’ pigtails and-”

Betsy went into a muttering fit as she tried to recover from those heavy shots, but it wasn’t easy. The hits you didn’t see coming always rocked you the worst, and that little combo took her totally off guard. Rosie had nailed her with those, as much as she hated to admit it. Funny enough, they just made her want to pay her back with punches even more. This bitch wanted her to fight her way? Fuck that, she’d show her how it was done. All she needed was her fists.

Of course, she would have to stand up to make that happen, and progress on that front was iffy. She had just started to turn around and come out of the corner when Rosie rushed and slammed into her with her butt, ramming her hard into the corner and knocking all the wind clean out of her. Coughing, she had to grab hold of the ropes on both sides of the turnbuckle to keep from keeling over, but that was a small salvation. She was still in a bad spot, and hurting too much to change it.

But not too much to talk through her gritted teeth. ”Bitch, if you don’t get your narrow ass off me…”

[Dubski]

Throwing her hip into Betsy, Rosie Knuckles had successfully knocked the wind out of her opponent. She was coughing and sputtering, trying to stay standing. Knuckles stayed there and propped an arm on the ropes in a cheeky pose too before glancing over to Lincoln. "Oh, we're dropping the bitch word now. Okay, fine," said Rosie, rolling her neck. "Bitch, I can be. And happily. With gusto."

The Pink-Haired Pugilist would then start to throw punches towards Betsy's head, trying to wail on her with the attacks before transitioning to giving her the boots to the midsection to try and force her opponent down in the corner. She wanted to just throw that barrage at her and really wear her down now while she had her prone in the corner. And then, when she was even more prone, that was when Rosie would be ready to do more damage.

Now this, taking it out of a purely boxing environment, was where Rosie was having a lot more fun, being able to smack around Lincoln and show her the extent of what kind of fighter she was, and deliver a beatdown that would only become even more fun for her.

[BlackAkuma]

Betsy figured dropping a B Bomb would earn her some pain. The truth hurts sometimes.

This time it earned her multiple punches to the face. Rosie’s fists came in, furious and frantic, and she could only do so much to protect herself by blocking. More than a few slipped through her guard and found their way to the target, and they kept coming, and then the kicks, the stomps, and then…

It all ended up with Betsy sitting up against the corner, curling up in a desperate attempt to protect her head as the blows came raining down. Not a good spot to be in, as much as she hated to admit it, but her options for getting out were few and dropping with each passing second. All she could do now was hold on until she saw a light at the end of the tunnel.

If there was a light.

[Dubski]

Rosie Knuckles went off with a completely unrelenting assault, punches and kicks and stomps trying to get Betsy down onto the mat again. "That enough of a bitch for you!?" exclaimed Knuckles as Betsy was now sitting in the corner. Her point had been sufficiently made that she wasn't about to be engaging in a boxing match here. This was far more fun for her--getting to use anything and everything to fight. Rules, but far less rules. Sure, she loved to punch people, but there was a reason she ended up focusing on professional wrestling rather than boxing.

And then, with Betsy down in the corner, Rosie would then grab hold of the top ropes with both hands and then push one foot underneath Betsy Lincoln's chin and started to push hard, trying to equal parts stretch that neck and choke her at the same time with her boot. The referee, predictably, started to count to five. And only at four would Rosie finally drop her boot from the illegal maneuver before turning and walking towards the center of the ring with her fist held high. She had a cocky grin on her face as the crowd got loud for her yet again.

[BlackAkuma]

And stomp and stomp and stomp and stomp and stomp and stomp and-

The pain train kept going as Rosie continued to wail away on Betsy in the corner. The woman seemed bent on milking the count for every second she could get, a small surprise, wailing away even harder as the referee started up the count. All the All-American could do was batten down her hatches and survive the storm, enduring five of the worst seconds in her professional career.

When it was over - finally - Betsy was left to rot there, a battered mess in the corner, her world a mess of aches and pain and blurred vision. But when she could see well enough to make out the image of Rosie standing there, fist in the air like this was a cinch, she found some renewed energy.

”Betsy!” The referee looked down on her and checked her out from multiple angles. ”Can you continue? Can you-”

”I ain’t heard no bell.” Betsy reached up, grabbed the ropes with both hands, and pulled her way back up…maybe a little too soon. She nearly fell flat on her face as she came out of the corner, but she managed to put her feet down in time and created a stable base.

Fists up, nice and tight, solid stance, eyes forward. She could do this. ”Still standing, Pinkie Pie.” She spat off to the side, getting some blood out of her mouth. ”You want to try that again?”

[Dubski]

Rosie Knuckles was more than satisfied with herself. She left Betsy in a well-pummeled heap with a boot choking her to boot. Sticking out her tongue with her fist in the air, she would eventually turn around when Betsy was upright, rolling her eyes as she looked back at her. "Sorry, am I supposed to be impressed you didn't just lay down and die or something?" she shrugged her shoulders, scoffing. Rosie wasn't about to be respectful of this girl just for surviving her attacks.

Heaving a sigh, Knuckles started to walk back to Lincoln and said, "Why don't you do something that might actually be worth my attention, huh?' She gave Lincoln a mocking expression before brushing off her knuckles of her right hand, blowing on them before adopting a fight pose of her own. Rosie was hoping that Betsy might put up a little bit more of a fight right now. A little motivation to get her moving and ready to really take it to Rosie. A fight was hardly worth having if they didn't give it her all, so Rosie was ready to see exactly what Betsy Lincoln might try next. And she hoped it had some thunder behind it.