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

"Language, Miss Taylor!" Muriel cried back in response, letting her arms tighten around Aisha's neck. She squeezed her tight with the headlock, not even minding that the dancer was rubbing and squirming all against the side of her big, generous boob. Ordinarily that kind of thing would have brought a blush to her face, but tonight she was damned and determined to teach Aisha a little bit of respect!

She began to step forward, trying to pull Aisha away from the ropes, towards the center of the ring. She was unrelenting with the simple hold, refusing to loosen up as she dragged the diva towards the middle of the canvas. Aisha was getting frustrating, she could tell, and that was exactly what the teacher was hoping for. Let her get frustrated. It would just make things easier for Muriel in the end!

”Go fuck yourself!” That was Sista A’s prompt reply, before the headlock tightened too much for her to really talk all that effectively.

God damn, this technical shit. It had always been a problem for Aisha during her Rumble Rose, a fault that got highlighted during a match with Makoto Aihara. The Judo Babe just kept countering her stuff, over and over, dropping her flat on her ass before she could get any momentum going.

Aisha didn’t have any real answer for it. But Sista A…

As she got dragged towards the side of the ring, SIsta A turned her head to the side and sunk her teeth into Miss Spencer’s breast, making sure to get her teeth in nice and deep through the shirt.

"I said language, Miss!" Muriel fired back again, cranking her arms especially hard as Sista A continued to defy her orders. She kept the headlock locked in, confident in it's effectiveness. Aisha didn't seem to have a way free. She had never been good at dealing with submissions, and that obvious weakness was apparently to Miss Spencer now, even more so than it had been in the past.

"Tsk tsk, Miss Taylor," she continued to chide the woman. "You can't even escape from such a simple hold as th-AAHH!"

With a loud cry of surprise, Muriel's arms came loose from Aisha's neck, the teacher screaming as she felt the diva's teeth sinking deep into her tit-flesh, biting down into her breast through the thin material of her blouse. With a dark blush on her cheeks, the teacher tried to roughly shove Aisha away, suddenly wanting nothing to do with her as she counter the headlock with her cheap, dirty move.

And from the other side of the ring, Anesthesia laughed, the nurse obviously in approval of her underling's underhanded counter.

Much better. Much, much better.

Biting Miss Spencer’s tit was a neat little bonus to the escape - nice, plushy, made her wish the cloth wasn’t in the way, and she got a lovely little scream out of it. Not orthodox, but it worked. That was the important thing. The most important.

She could hear Anesthesia laughing as she was shoved away, maniacally chortling as only she could, and Sista A didn’t blame her. This was fun. A good show. And if she liked the little love bite, she was going to love the follow up.

Sista A closed in on Miss Spencer, moving in with zero fear. She leaped up at the last moment, kicking her feet forward, and sent her heel flying towards the teacher’s head with a swift bicycle kick, a nasty little way to put her back on the ground where she belonged. "Eat it!"

Muriel shoved Aisha away and stepped back from the woman, reaching up to gingerly hold her tit where the diva's fangs had sank into it. That hurt, and it was such a foul, lewd way of escaping her headlock. She had no doubt it would be on replays and all over the AFW's website later, and if not, she knew there was plenty of fans who would just love passing that scene around the internet.

For a moment, the teacher inwardly cursed the era of technology, sighing as she gave her boob a gentle pat.

She shook her head and lifting her gaze back up, turning back to face Sista A once again. She raised her eyes, just in time to see the diva leaping towards her, sailing through the air in her direction. She didn't have time to dodge. She didn't have time to block. She could do nothing as Aisha's heel slammed into her skull, sending her flying back to the canvas once more.

She struck the mat hard, landing in a heap on her side against the floor of the ring. All at once, it felt like all of her earlier pain from Aisha's earlier assault was coursing through her body again, the adrenaline rush that came from turning things back on Aisha fading away. Her breath began to quicken again, and the teacher started to push herself up, only for her arm to slip and for her to drop back to the mat, lying there helpless in the fact of the (once again) dominating Rose.

Fighting in high heels wasn’t easy, but not as hard as many people thought. Sista A found it required a good sense of balance and timing, an ability to control your movements just right. A lot of effort, sure, but it paid off. She looked stylish. She always stood a little taller than her opponent. And, as Miss Spencer could probably agree with, it made kicks in the face feel like getting stabbed with a dull blade.

Demonstrating her prowess, she hopped back after the blow landed and did a quick spin, ending it with a bow to her adoring public, fully drinking in the jeers that came her way. Yeah, they were hating it. But they should save their breath. She was only going to get nastier from here.

Back in the driver’s seat, she winked at Anethesia and turned away from her with a long sway in her hips, getting a little shake into it. ”Watch this.”

This was all getting her a bit nostalgic, so Sista A decided to go for one of her favorite moves from back in the day. After a quick strut to make her way behind the struggling Miss Spencer, she reached down and snagged her hair once more, pulling her up. When she was high enough, Sistah turned, put them back to back, then ducked down and reached behind her, hooking their arms together and pulling forward, making them press tight. Shoulder to shoulder, spine to spine, ass to ass.

From there, it was just a simple matter of standing up, grabbing Miss Spencer’s ankles to lock her legs in place, and just like that the body breaker was complete. A nasty move, one that required Sista A to support her opponent’s weight along with her own, but well worth it. Stretching her opponent out, putting her body on display for all to see - pain and humiliation, in equal measure.

This. This was too much. This was a hold that Muriel hadn't had to face in a very, very long time, and as far as she was concerned, it still hadn't been long enough since the last time she was trapped in it.

'Humiliation' was the right word in this scenario. The teacher-turned-wrestler was trapped, completely and utterly by Sista A's hold. Her body was bent backwards, into a position that no body should ever be contorted into. She closed her eyes, her face scrunched up in pain, and she began to howl, an agonized cry pushing back her lips as she quivered within the grasp of the reborn Aisha.

Of course, Anesthesia was lurking nearby, and as her underling trapped Miss Spencer in the hold, the nurse stepped around behind her, staring directly at Miss Spencer, slowly licking her lips. The sight of the teacher trapped in the submission, the cries of her pain, the joyful sensation of getting to see one of her fellow Roses being dismantled right in front of her...it was beautiful. Anesthesia was enjoying every single moment of it.

She just hoped that Muriel would last a bit longer. It would have been a shame for the blonde to pass out now, before Sista was done having her fun with her.

Sista A was smiling on the outside, but inside things were a little diffierent.

She enjoyed this hold. She loved the way it felt to have the teacher grinding away at her back, futily struggling for the tiniest chance of escape. She loved the way the crowd booed, even though many of them no doubt felt a sharp rise in their pants at the display. She loved the way Anesthesia was looking on the big screen, that lecherous gleam in her eyes as Sista A presented their victim before her. The naughty nurse clearly enjoyed the display, and a small part of Sista A wished they'd just drop the game and beat the shit out of the uppity bitch. Would be a fun time.

But she did not like the way this was hammering down on her poor knees. She couldn’t support Ms. Spencer forever.

That hardly meant she had to just let her go, however. At least, she didn’t have to do it gently.

With their arms still locked, Sista A reached up and grabbed Ms. Spencer’s chin, pulling it down as far as she could get it. From there it was a simple matter of dropping down her butt, executing the rarely seen Widow’s Peak on the hapless teacher. Definitely a candidate for tonight’s highlight reel.

When Aisha dropped to her ass, slamming into the mat and nailing Muriel with the Widow's Peak, Anesthesia visibly winced. Aisha's sudden transition into the attack looked incredibly painful, and from the way Muriel was lying on the mat, facedown and unmoving, Anesthesia knew it it had to be incredibly effective on the poor woman.

Miss Spencer lied there, her eyes closed, completely still. Her body had shuddered from the impact of the Widow's Peak, and now it felt like she had nothing left. Her entire body was hurting, undeniably in pain from Aisha's brutal assault, and she honestly didn't think she could find the strength to go on any longer.

Nothing quite matched the sound of a limp body hitting the canvas in a wrestling ring. Even though Sista A couldn’t see the impact from her move, she could feel the way it reverberated through the ring, the way it resonated along the steel and shocked the foundations for moments after she’d hit. She could easily imagine the anguish on Ms. Spencer’s face, and when she looked over her shoulder, those suspicions were confirmed.

Flat on her chest, looking completely out of it, the great Muriel Spencer was so ready to be pinned.

With casual ease and a predatory gaze, Sista A stood up and sauntered over to the teacher’s side, hands on her bare hips all the way. She kicked her fallen foe over on her back, then planted her fine, high-heeled shoe right in the middle of her chest, going for a cocky pin. She threw arms out in triumph and basked in the hatred flowing her way.

”Count her, ref.” Sista A licked her lips and winked Anesthesia’s way.