Wheel of Fortune! Rosie, Alyssa and a lot of "H"

Wheel of Fortune Match
At short intervals (7 posts), a body part will be displayed on screen.
Only moves specifically targeting the displayed body part will be allowed.
H-moves allowed (and necessary)
If an appropriate orgasm is forced, the opponent will be given a short period of free time, free to do whatever they want.
Win by Submission

Spoiler:

"Hmmmhmmhmmhmm... Hhhmm..." Rosie was backstage, humming as she changed into her "costume". Or lack of one. It covered her arms and legs just fine of course, but the midsection was rather lacking in substance. And material. Her hat; big and taller than her head, was a piece that she was contractually obligated to wear, even for a match like tonight's, but whatever.

Soon, the call. She had a bit of hesitance to accept another match, after that maniac Jocelyn, but it had been over a month now, and things weren't going to get better for her if she didn't at least go out for another chance. This particular match's rules were pretty cool too, and if things went well, no one would remember her losing to Jocelyn last time. If not... well, no one would remember losing to Jocelyn last time either way.

Her theme played, loud and energetic, she hopped out to the ramp with a bow, like a formal conductor. Which wasn't quiiite what her costume tonight looked like, but she was just keeping the image. Dashing in, and leaping over the ropes and into the ring. "Hey! Missed me? Don't worry, I've got a great performance for all of you planned tonight!" Rosied said in her giddy, high-pitched voice as she waited for her supposed "terrorist" opponent.

Walking in to some rather different [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bqF5i4qloVE:3uz48rzr]music[/url:3uz48rzr], the Bomber strode relentlessly through the pyros as she grinned at her opponent. There was no class nor any sort of fanciful gestures, at least not until she got into the ring. Her costume today was also rather small, but she was used to being near-naked.

Spoiler:

She had to admit, the bimbo du jour was looking mighty fine despite the doofy black and pink hat. "So, this is the bitch they sent me to break, eh?" Alyssa chuckled, soaking in the renewed booing of the crowd. Compared to the Bomber, Rosie was the paragon of popularity, it seemed. It was just that sneer Alyssa had perfected that made her cheesy dialogue into something just so hateable. The audience would pay big bucks to see her broken and humiliated tonight, that was for sure.

"Well, come on. Aren't you afraid? You're on a losing streak. Or are you resigned to being the bottom yet again, you worthless little whore?"

She played to the crowd again, extending her arms and smirking at their reactions. Her pink haired opponent was not exactly stellar in the wrestling department. So, what secrets did her small body hold?

Somehow that music sounded familiar... maybe she'd conducted that at some point, or something. Whatever, the important thing was who the music was playing for. No goofy hat on her head. was the first thing Rosie noticed.

The second thing she noticed was the outfit. Lack of one, just like her. Great body too. Another Jocelyn-sized girl this time. Probably taller than her even after accounting her her stupid cap.

The third thing was the tone. Just like Jocelyn. No shortage of these girls here, was there? "Yep! I'm terrified!" Sarcastic agreement. "Can you be my teddy tonight, I'm scaaaared." They had told her to play the part of cute little kawaii out as much as she could, as cheesy and embarrassing as it was, money was money.

"I've heard better acting in cheap pornos." Alyssa rolled her eyes. This really wasn't going to get them anywhere. "Whatever, let's just fuck already. Time is money, Rosie."

Retreating to her corner, the Bomber grabbed the ropes and braced herself for the bell to ring. Given how small her opponent was, it'd be damned easy to lift her up. That was her usual obsession, powerbomb and pleasure the fuck out of her enemies. She wondered how many times she could make that girl cum before she started thrusting back against her fingers. With a slightly crazed grin, the Erotic Terrorist could already feel herself growing wet as she imagined it.

"Start the damned match already!" She yelled, stomping the floor before the bell rang. Hell yes. Time to get to work.

Cheap porno? That was pretty accurate. Well, not cheap, with those ticket prices. "Right, right. Just shut up and fuck me." she dropped the cutesy act fast enough. She tossed the stupid hat outside the ropes as she waited in her corner, just as eager as the terrorist girl to start. In her head, all she could visualize was a redux of Jocelyn fingering her out, but who knows, maybe she'd get lucky. Er... Not too lucky.

The big screen changed, showing a wheel labeled with assorted pixely body parts. Right, forgot about that. There were two black zones opposite of each other with a display of a... wilting flower? Some IT guy certainly had a fun time. "Eh... Your not... A virgin, right?"

Before she could get an answer, the bell rang and the wheel started to spin. Rosie, caught by the sheer novelty of it, wasnt watching her opponent, waiting defenseless for it to land on whatever block.

"You said it. Don't take it back now." Alyssa was finding it hard to hold back, but she didn't have to wait long. When Rosie was distracted, the Bomber rushed in immediately, her instincts telling her to put the conductor out with a choke before she could react. Nearly crashing into the turnbuckle behind Rosie, the costume proving to be a hinderance in raising her arms. It wasn't enough to stop her, though. She turned with ponderous glee and tried to pull the pink haired wrestler into a sleeper hold.

"You'll find out soon." She cooed with malicious delight, cackling as she did. Honestly, she wasn't sure if she could stop herself from dry-humping the conductor until she got her rocks off before her enemy even felt the least bit aroused, but she'd try.

"Uuuurk?!" Apparently, focusing on anything other than the (extremely hot) girl who was trying to fuck her was not the way to go for the match. Alyssa's arms got around her neck quickly, and her comment was heard barely a second later. "Augh... not fair!" Rosie pushed both her arms upwards against Alyssa's elbow, while trying to duck her head away from Alyssa's arms before the girl got more... pushy with her advantageous position.

Slippery one, that Rosie. Alyssa's grin only grew wider as her arms were knocked away. Okay then, if she'd play hard to get, then she'd respond in kind. Her opponent was kawaii-sized, so she wouldn't have much problem with this next part. With a howl of derisive laughter, she reached out again to try and grab the pink haired girl's waist from behind. Oh, yeah. Time for a spin-out powerbomb.

That is, if the conductor couldn't take back control of the match in time.

Rosie had the size disadvantage. Like always. Well, whatever, she'd deal with- "Hey!" Alyssa's arms were suddenly on her waist, and it certainly seemed like she wanted her up in the air! "So eager, huh?" She didn't freak out too much, otherwise she'd definitely get caught with this terrorist's plot.

The much smaller conductor shot her elbow backwards, hopefully into her opponent's gut, to discourage her from going forward with this. All the while, the virtual wheel continued to spin, already ignored and half-forgotten by the audience.

"Hngh!" Alyssa grunted in pain as she was elbowed in the gut, dropping the conductor as she scowled in anger. "Oh, so that's how you want to play it?"

Well, she'd just go with the simplest method of attack. That is to say, Alyssa immediately tried to elbow Rosie in the back of the head. She could just fuck Rosie back to consciousness later, if need be.