Miss Spencer vs. Sista A ~Rose of Roses Championship Match!~

Muriel was lifted up, jerked up to face the mad Sista by her collar. She was already out of it, her head in a daze and her body aching like hell. Sista's slaps were only adding insult to injury, really. The diva was right: she had things firmly under control, and if she had pinned the teacher right there, she might have won the match.

But she didn't pin Muriel. That would have been too easy, Instead, her hand slapped across the Canadian's face, over and over and over, each strike causing Miss Spencer's head to jerk from side to side, whimpers and cries spilling from her lips with each blow. She truly seemed to be at Sista's mercy right now, and the crowd was hating it, booing and jeering and screaming their disapproval at Sista, letting them know how much they were against her and her rough treatment of the teacher.

Back in the ring, though, Anesthesia was quite enjoying the sight, though she knew she needed to at least pretend that this was a fair fight. With a soft chuckle, she stepped towards the ropes, calling down to her minion from inside the ring.

"Oh Aisha dear? You might want to get back in here. I'd hate to have to count the two of you out..."

”Aw, come on!”

SMACK!

”Don’t tell me your getting worn out already, teach.”

SMACK!

”Been so long since we last went at it, got so many new moves I wanna show you.”

SMACK! SMACK!

This was just too much fun. While there was a part of Sista A’s brain that remembered how good Spencer was and how dangerous she could be if not taken seriously, it was being drowned out by the part of her that was having the time of her life. If anything, she was kicking herself for not walking on the darker side earlier. So much more satisfying that the straight and narrow.

She was just about to reel back for another blow, when Anesthesia cut off her revelvry. Sista A looked up at her with a child’s pout, but the naughty nurse had a point - this did have to get back in the ring for a proper finish. No problem. There was plenty of fun to be had between the ropes.

”All right, all right.” She grabbed Ms. Spencer by the hair, yanked her up, and tossed her back in under the bottom rope, giving her a quick spank on the ass as she went. A little insult on top of the injury. Sista A took a moment to blow a kiss out into the seething crowd, then made her way back in, too.

It wasn't so much that Miss Spencer was getting worn out, as it was that Aisha's assault had left her completely blindsided, and her relentless attacks were leaving the teacher completely unable to defend herself. If Aisha had given her a chance to recover, even for a moment, then maybe Muriel could have fought back, maybe she could have at least made an attempt.

But the diva was relentless, and she wasn't holding back. Muriel couldn't do a damn thing other then take Aisha's slaps over and over again.

Anesthesia stepped back from the ropes, smirking at Aisha's little pout as she gave her underling room enough to toss the teacher back in. The pout was almost cute, and the sight of it made the nurse smile. This was going far better than she had thought it would. Now that Aisha had gotten over herself, she was proving to be every bit as dangerous as Anesthesia had hoped she would be. Perfect.

The crowd booed as Sista blew her little kiss at them, and Spencer rolled towards the center of the ring as she was unceremoniously tossed back in under the ropes. She came to a stop lying on her stomach, and with a weak groan she tried to force herself to move, slow starting to push back up to her hands and knees, hoping she could at least get back to her feet before the diva began the attack anew.

Sista A took a moment to soak in the hate, reveling in the crowd’s angst. She’d never understood why Anesthesia seemed to enjoy it so much before, but now it made total sense - having the crowd on your side was nice, but being against? Having a whole arena of people wanting you to fail and proving all of them wrong, denying them? It made everything so much sweeter.

She took one final bow to the audience, then rolled in under the bottom rope and made her way back in, swiftly popping back up to her feet just in time to watch Ms. Spencer trying to do the same. Trying to recover, get into the fight.

Nope. Not happening. Sista A liked her on the floor too much to let her get up right away.

”Ah, ah.” Sista A strutted over, hands on hips, moving like she owned the ring. The Rose of Roses raised her foot and tried to bring it down right on Ms. Spencer’s fingers, stomping her hand into the mat under her sharp heel.

Muriel let out a loud cry, almost a scream, as the diva's sharp heel slammed down into her fingers. Her entire body stiffened, as one of the worse pains she could imagine raced through her hand and her arm. The sensation of Aisha's heel digging into her hand was almost too much to bear for her.

But...

At the same time, Muriel knew she had an opportunity, and she couldn't pass it up. With desperation in her eyes, the teacher reached up with her other arm, slipping it through Aisha's legs, trying to wrap it around one of her thighs. With a 'mighty' jerk (or at least as mighty as she could do with the state she was in), she yanked downwards, trying to pull Aisha down to the mat beside of her.

”Ha!” Sista A let out a raucous laugh as Mr. Spencer shrieked, filling the stands with her wail. She kept her foot in place and ground down on her precious digits, mashing them against the mat. ”Come on, bitch, giving me a nice long scream!” She bent over, little the spittle flying Muriel’s pristine face. “Gonna make it my new ringtone!”

Aisha was enjoying the moment, but it wasn’t meant to last - the next thing she knew Ms. Spencer was coming back to life, pulling at her leg and dragging her to the mat. She let out a sharp yelp as she toppled over and flopped down beside the teacher, head spinning from the sudden turnaround. ”Fucking hell-”

Sista went down, but Spencer was in no shape to capitalize on her sudden luck. With a heavy breath, she rolled in the opposite direction of the diva, towards the ropes, and with a heavy hand she reached up, grabbing onto the bottom-most rope, holding it tightly for a moment, before starting to pull herself up.

She knew she only had a moment or two before Aisha got back in the game, and in that brief window of time she wanted to get back on her feet. She wasn't in the position to fight back from the mat, not yet. With gritted teeth, Muriel pulled on the ropes, using them to slowly pull herself back up again, trying her hardest to stand before Aisha could resume her assault.

In the meantime, Anesthesia simply tsked, looking down at the fallen Sista with a hint of disappointment in her eyes.

Sista A’s composure crumbled the moment after she hit the mat, letting out a screech of pure frustration. It was the first real offense Ms. Spencer had thrown her way, she shouldn’t have been bothered all that much, it would hardly erase the damage she’d done...but, damn it, she wanted to beat this woman and show the world how wrong it had been to underestimate her. She couldn’t very well do that on her back.

She rolled over to one foot and one knee, beginning to get back up, when she caught the look on Anesthesia’s face. Like a parent looking at a bad report card. Disapproving. Disdainful.

She wanted better? She’d get better.

”Had your fun, huh?” Sista A reached over and tried to grab Ms. Spencer’s hair, yanking her over.

Muriel's hair was grabbed by the diva, causing the blonde to let out a shriek as she was jerked forwards. She was pulled down, but she wasn't just going to take that from the unruly woman. She may have been hurting, but she was stubborn and angry at Aisha, and she wasn't about to let the Rose start manhandling her again.

"U-unhand me!" She howled, as she reached up with both hands, trying to sharply shove the Sista away from herself. She would straighten back up after that, then step in quickly towards Aisha, trying to reach up for the dancer's own head. She would try to wrap her arms around her neck and try to pull her downwards, attempting to work the Sista into a side headlock before she could build her momentum back up again. She had to slow her down, she had to take some of the wind out of her sails, but she was still in a great deal of pain herself, so for now, simple attacks would be the key to her assault.

It was just a shove, but Sista A was still a little winded from Miss Spencer’s rally, and she hadn’t quite gotten the hang of fighting in this stripper heels just yet. They didn’t provide the best balance, so when she was pushed, she went back a step further than she would’ve liked. Not what she had in mind.

Not that it mattered. Teacher was just delaying the inevitable.

She moved in and reeled back for a right hook, when Miss Spencer’s technical skills came shining through. It was hard for Sista A to tell when, exactly, she’d gotten wrapped up in the headlock - there was a flash of movement, she was pulled down, and her head was suddenly up against the side of Miss Spencer’s lovely tits. But she was in it now, and having a hard time getting out of it, even with all the thrashing.

”Fucking hell!” She squirmed left, then right, then left again. ”Get the fuck off me!”