Rosie Knuckles vs. Honoka Kobayashi

[Dubski]

Cheap shot!? Rosie looked confused by those words. Hadn't this girl ever had a real fight before, or watched any professional fighting? Hell, it was most of Rosie's inspiration. But before Knuckles could follow up and break the clinch, Honoka had suckered her back into the clinch and nailed Rosie in the gut with a knee of her own! The cotton candy-haired fighter gasped loudly and then dropped to a knee briefly before popping back up. Her fighter's instinct wouldn't let her get that much of an advantage on her in this position.

Still, it stung like hell, especially since she had already taken some damage to her belly before. It was fortunate for her that she kept her core so tight, or else she'd probably be on the ground right now. Still, Rosie was defiant against any and all maneuvers, holding onto the clinch weaker, but enough. The brawler then said, "That's not cheap shot...!" as her only retort. And then she reared back her head and then went to show her what a real cheap shot would be. She then threw it forward, trying to hit a hard headbutt to Honaka's head. Rosie could fight dirty, but only when her opponent was someone she really didn't like. And so far, Honoka didn't give her a reason to like her too much yet. She did however impress her with her toughness. She thought the girl would be in worse shape now, but Rosie realized she'd need to work just a little bit harder to make that work. Hopefully a good headrocker could make that happen for her.

[Devilish53]

Honoka was keeping the pace, but such was the problem for the lightweight. She was only keeping up; she was neither taking the lead, nor the initiative. So when Rosie came back to stand against her, Honoka deemed such a time worthy of when she'd be the one controlling the match-up. In a style that would quite literally, leave Rosie breathless.

"Talk..through this.." She'd mumble, keeping her body close, practically arching into Rosie as she came against her, grinding tight midriffs with thick busts, with Honoka's eyes widening and head tilting to narrowly avoid what could have been a headbanger. In the likely chance her tilt wasn't enough, she could take solace in the fact that she'd pressed her body close enough to stop Rosie rearing that skull of hers back far.

The resulting headbutt, if it hit at all, ideally wouldn't stop what was about to come.

Suddenly throwing her own head forward, wincing from the uncomfortable collision, Honoka's cheek would mash and press tightly to Rosie's own, as her previously hip cuddling arms went further. Locking her hands at either wrist behind the back of her hated foe, Honoka began to pull and squeeze her powerful foe against her; making that big bust ride up just below her own, an action which inadvertently added size to her already impossibly large bosom for a woman of her size. Whilst the bearhug was perhaps a rare move in the lightweight division, given it favoured those with absolute power and often enough, great scale, Honoka was aiming to work Rosie into a breathless state nonetheless, as she put those firm mitts of hers to work.

[Dubski]

Rosie was becoming more frustrated by the second. It seemed like every attempt Rosie would make to hit a blow that would put her ahead in this match was beaten out by sheer dumb luck. This time, Honoka had grabbed and tugged her in just as she went for the headbutt. And even worse, she was roped into a tight bearhug. The girl held it in tight too. She knew what she was doing. Rosie was grunting and growning in Honoka's grasp and tried to wedge her hands down to pry open the hold.

Breathing would get harder. Her back was being constricted even more. Rosie barred her teeth and continued to fight out to no avail. Doing all she could, she put a hand under Honoka's chin and tried to push back to break the hold. Ultimately, it wasn't a terribly effective way to do it, but it was still the only thing she could think to do at the moment, especially with the predicament she was in.

[Devilish53]

It was difficult to prove whom was the physically stronger in the match thus far, given both girls had showcased their power in their own way. Rosie definitely had the strikes, but Honoka's use of what figure she had combined with some tight squeezes had managed to leave the duo equal. And right now, neither figure had an outright claim of control over the other. Though admittedly, it was easier to hold a hug than break one.

"Say...say something now!" Honoka snarled, really pulling in on Rosie's back, face going red from the exertion as she saw fit to hug the girl a little silly. When that hand came to her chin however, escape for Rosie became a case of when, not if, and Honoka knew it. Her head arching far back, teeth baring even more so, the pinkette saw fit to make Rosie pay for every inch she arched her. Rosie was going to escape, no doubt, but Honoka was determined to leave Rosie's waistline pink before hand!

[Dubski]

Rosie let out an all new set of cries as Honoka tightened the hold even more. There was a pain in Knuckles's spine and she was starting to feel more weak the longer she was in the hold. This girl seemed determined to crush her, and she wanted to rub her face in it. The firm, toned muscles in Rosie's arms tensed as she kept trying to push out of the hold to no avail. This chick was strong in her own way.

The taunt was enough to embolden Rosie's resistance though. She decided to abandon the shove on Honoka's chin and instead go for what she was used to and what always worked: fists to the face. Knuckles tried to grab hold of her hair and keep it in place so she could throw three stiff punches to the forehead and then finish it with a hard forearms strike to the girl's face. If she could nail them, she knew she had enough power behind it at least force Honoka to release the hold, if not rattle her.

[Devilish53]

Tighter and tighter Rosie's body was forced to Honoka's against her will; those heavy busts and firm abs grinding away at one another, although with Honoka's somewhat taking charge given she was the one in control of the motion. When her chin was free of that pushing hand, Honoka snarled; pulling all the more fiercer, seemingly trying to hurt Rosie's back and cripple her breathing both. He legs slowly bending and back arching, the pink haired beauty was seemingly even preparing to lift Rosie off her feet and really work the hold, evidently intending to go for the long haul in this crushing squeeze.

Before she could even muster such a sudden lift though, Honoka's face was pinged off of, almost like a punching bag, with her cheeks reddening with every forearm that came. Naturally, that powerful squeeze turned to nothing; arms effectively limp around Rosie's sides, as she soon attempted to bring them up to her cheeks to soothe the ache. With her bell well and truly rung, Honoka could but groan and whimper, as she tried to muster a somewhat forced fierce look in those pained, watery eyes of hers.

[Dubski]

Rosie could feel her body and spine bending more and more by the second. Her breath was escaping her at an alarming rate, but her punches and forearms were doing the trick. Even if they weren't full strength, Rosie knew how to make each strike count, and she could notice that slowly, it was wearing down on Honoka. Then, suddenly, she was released. Knuckles nearly collapsed onto the mat and took a deep breath, her reddened cheeks sucking in all the air she could. Her eyes were wide and she was sitting on her side, holding her back in pain.

She looked up and saw that Honoka looked angry. And she was crying too. Rosie didn't have the strength to get up immediately; the damage was done to her back. But it didn't mean that the scrappy pink-haired chick was without options. She looked up at Honoka holding her cheeks and glaring through tears and said, "I'll give you something to cry over...!" And from her prone position, she fired an uppercut towards the fork of Honoka's legs with the intent of hitting her square in the crotch and take her down a peg. She still owed her for that cheap shot, after all.

[Devilish53]

Rosie collapsed following the escape, but needless to say, Honoka wasn't in much better a scenario. Having taken three horrendous strikes to her unprotected face, Honoka barely stayed standing; her feet wobbling without end, as she groaned and cried into fingers that now pressed to her face. Practically feeling the redness build, Honoka opened her weary, dazed eyes to find her foe still grounded, to her joy.

And soon enough, to her displeasure.

Struck low by a sweeping undercut, one that dug into Honoka's thighs from a sideways angle of sorts, Honoka collapsed abruptly to the canvas. Yelping as she did so, laying on her side and not so without a small bounce, the busty pinkette could but clutch the side that hit the canvas first, as she slowly rolled up her dazed eyes to lay them on her despised foe!

[Dubski]

Rosie hadn't nailed Honoka head on like she wanted, but she still managed to drive her fist into the thigh of Honoka, making her tumble over. It was one hell of charlie horse, at the very least.

Her opponent landed right beside her and Knuckles looked satisfied with herself as she struggled on the mat. Rosie shook her head clear once more and then pushed herself up to a standing position with effort. She didn't want Honoka to surprise her again, especially if she wanted to do something a little more elaborate than just punching her a lot, so she decided to switch things up a bit.

With one hand on her back to give it a bit of support, Rosie began to start stomping sloppily on Honoka's body, wherever she could. It was a proper mudhole stomp, and honestly not switching it up that much. Her intent was mainly to weaken the girl and keep her down. With each stomp, Knuckles would let out a cute little grunt, which contrasted her hard exterior.

[Devilish53]

Trying as she could to obviously muster a rise, given she couldn't imagine the horrors she'd be unleashed to when flat on her back or side, Honoka's efforts to stand straight would be utterly demolished. A stern kick by her quicker foe soon flattened her out, with the following strikes eating away and digging at her already aching core. Naturally, Honoka attempted to curl up somewhat; arms and legs raised as if to stifle those kicks and stomps, that whilst sloppy from a wounded foe, still carried the weight of Rosie behind them.

The stomps seemingly delivered without end, Honoka began to literally mewl as her limited defence only gained limited success; arms pinging off a few kicks yet again, paining those already wary biceps. Undoubtedly, stomps still slipped through for a clean hit on that modest waist; the redness on Honoka's tummy growing almost tenfold, as cries and breath slipped out of her poor lungs alike.