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

The crowd booed and jeered, hissing in anger and hatred towards Sista A, as she kicked Miss Spencer onto her back and planted her heel right into the middle of the teacher's chest, claiming victory like the match was already over.

Which, as far as Anesthesia was concerned, it was done with. This farce was over, and it was time to bask in their win.

The naughty nurse stepped over, smiling at Sista A with a wink of her own as she dropped to the mat, lifting her hand high. "One...!" She cried out, slapping the mat for the first count.

"Two...!" Came the cry for the second.

"Th-..."

Before Anesthesia's hand could strike the mat for the third count, before she could even get the number past her lips, Muriel's body suddenly shuddered, jerking to the side, getting her shoulder up from the canvas and breaking the pin. With shock in her eyes, Anesthesia looked up at Aisha, then back down at Spencer, then back up again. She hadn't been expecting that to happen, but it was a moot point. The teacher was practically dead. Any further fighting would simply be proving their point, that Sista A was the best, and that none of their former comrades could stand against them.

Anesthesia began to climb back to her feet, meeting Aisha's gaze, her voice soft and quiet as she gave her underling her order.

"Destroy her..." she demanded, her voice full of malice and distaste for the blonde, as she backed away, gesturing down at Muriel's body. "Obliterate her. Make her regret ever challenging you..."

Few things outside of sex could match the ecstasy going through Sista A’s body right now. It was a sheer high that she hadn’t experienced in so long. She was standing tall, looking proud, being the champion she always knew she deserved to be. So what if the people despised her for it? If anything, that just made her victory better. She wasn’t just beating Ms. Spencer, she was beating them.

Then Ms. Spencer just had to go and kick out. Ruined the whole moment.

She stepped away and looked down at the teacher with a gaze of confusion and hatred, intertwined. Deep down, there was a small sliver of her soul that was impressed by Ms. Spencer’s resolved - the body breaker/Widow’s Peak was a hard combination to kick out of. But any respect she had was drowned out by the scathing, unfiltered rage.

She didn’t need to be told to wreck Ms. Spencer’s shit. She just went ahead and did it, starting before Anesthesia could even finish the sentence. ”Come here, bitch!”

She reached down and grabbed Ms. Spencer by her hair, getting a tight grip on those golden locks and yanking at them like a crazed terrier. She pulled her opponent along the mat, dragging her towards the corner, until she was close enough to toss her against the turnbuckle and make her sit against it.

A perfect position for a beatdown.

Muriel was almost regretting her decision to kick out. She was tired. She was sore. Her entire body was hurting. Aisha was on fire and she was feeling (and being treated) like a helpless older woman, unable to do a damn thing to protect herself from the younger, more in-charge diva that was ruling the match. All of her big words and promises from earlier were meaning nothing right now. Even with her escaping the pin, the teacher was feeling like trash, and she was honestly wondering if she should have just let the diva have the win.

She felt the Sista's hands grabbing at her hair, jerking her up enough to drag her across the ring. She cried out, whimpering at the feeling of her hair being pulled, her tight bun coming looser and looser within the hands of the diva. Then, she was slammed against the corner, and with a short cry she slumped down, right where Aisha wanted her. She leaned back against the turnbuckle, sitting helplessly there on her plump ass, her arms draped at her sides and her head hanging downwards.

Whatever Aisha had planned next, it was going to hurt. That much she was sure of.

Ms. Spencer was not a light woman, which Sista A knew from experience. She’d always been one of the more solidly built wrestlers in Rumble Roses, right behind the likes of DIxie and herself. But, even with that in mind, the diva had little trouble hauling her across the ring. Partly because her struggles were getting weaker by the blow, but Sista A was in her zone at the moment. She’d never felt stronger, faster, fiercer in her whole life, and Ms. Spencer was the unfortunate one who’d be bearing the brunt of it.

She’d barely let up for a moment before she went right back on the attack, bringing up her sharp heel and pressing it against the teacher’s face. Sista A grabbed the ropes for support and leaned into it the facewash, grinding against Ms. Spencer’s face and pinning her head against the turnbuckle. 'Fans' always like to talk shit about her heels, said it was stupid to wear them during a wrestling match. Now, she was gladly showing the benefits.

And not without the appropriate taunting, either. ”Like that?” SIsta A threw her hair back with a full cackle, reveling in the abuse. ”Still waiting on my lesson, blondie! Any-fucking-time now!”

Muriel cried out...no, she screamed as she felt the sharp heel of the diva digging into her face, Aisha grinding it back and forth against her. It hurt. It hurt worse than almost anything else that had happened to her in this match. But, at the same time...she had an opportunity, and she was going to try and take it.

As Sista A cackled at her, laughing like a madwoman as she tortured the teacher, Miss Spencer reached up, grabbing onto the woman's long, toned leg with each of her hands. She inhaled sharply, and then suddenly tried to give the Rose's leg a sudden, almost violent twist to the side. It was hopefully enough to throw Aisha off balance, or at least enough to catch her by surprise, and for Muriel, that was all she wanted. A moment, just a single moment, to try and fight back against the reborn Rose.

Ms. Spencer screamed. Sista A laughed. Ms. Spencer screamed louder. Sista A laughed louder.

Through it all, the audience booed so much that some of them simply lost the energy for it. A few of them even averted their eyes, unable to watch as a longtime veteran was ripped to shreds before their very eyes. It was a perfect sound, a lovely cacophony to go along with Sista A’s brutalizing, and she genuinely would’ve loved to do it all day. Since Anesthesia wasn’t bound to stop her, maybe she would.

Before she had the chance, however, Ms. Spencer spun back into action, twisting Sista A’s heel and sending her tumbling with an undignified squawk. She landed flat on her chest, and the audience’s reaction turned in an instant, rowsing cheer as they saw a spark of hope begin to catch fire.

The only frown now was on Sista A's face, as a cold snarl curled her lips and an enraged growl flew from them. ”For a teacher, you’re dumb as hell, know that?” She started to pick herself back up and turn around, ready to face the teacher and start the beating anew. ”Better stay down, bitch! Figure out what’s good for you!”

Anesthesia tsked under her breath as Sista A dropped to the mat. What a shame, she thought to herself. Her follower had the entire match practically in her hands, but she got too cocky, and instead of ending things, she had given Miss Spencer a chance to fight.

She made a mental reminder to herself to berate Aisha for that later.

As Sista A hit the mat, Muriel quickly reached out, grabbing the ropes to help pull herself to her feet. Her movements were shaken, and off-balanced, but she knew that this was her last chance. She knew if she didn't take advantage of things right now, that she really was done for. She had one last change, she just had to take hold of it.

As soon as Aisha turned towards her, Muriel launched forward towards the woman. No witty comebacks, no snappy jokes. Nothing but pure fire in her eyes as she threw herself towards the diva. Her knee flew upwards, aimed straight for Sista A's toned, flat tummy. Not a fancy or showy move, but with enough luck, Muriel figured she could catch the Rose off-guard and knock the wind out of her sails...literally!

God, this was frustrating. Unfair, even. Here Sista A was, just trying to prove a point. Wanting to show the world what she could do now, how she was a changed person, a better wrestler, the GROAT - Greatest Rose Of All Time. She should’ve been able to put Ms. Spencer in the dirt, no problem. She shouldn’t have been getting up like this.

And yet she was. The woman couldn’t figure out that her ass was kicked, looked like.

Sista A was all to glad to educate her, but first she had to deal with the incoming train heading her way. Ms. Spencer plowed into her with more force than anyone thought she could muster as this stage, sinking a knee deep into Sista A’s stomach and earning a hoarse groan along with a rising chant from the crowd.

”SPENCER! SPENCER! SPENCER!”

It wasn’t enough to bring her down to her feet, but she did wind up staggering back as she clutched her stomach.

”Fucking-” Sista A backed all the way to the ropes, then used them to burst forward, charging back at Ms. Spencer. She extended her arm as she neared and swung out, throwing her body into a fierce, clubbing lariat, designed to separate heads from shoulders.

It wasn't enough. The knee alone wasn't enough to stop Aisha, but it was enough to fill the teacher with more confidence. She could do this. She knew she could. She could hear the crowd chanting for her, and she could sense Aisha's frustration, and that alone was enough to empower her with the strength she needed to win this.

Aisha came charging back at her again, throwing that wild lariat at her, and Muriel had to bite her tongue to stop from laughing. She really had gotten under the diva's skin, that much was obvious. She wasn't going to get hit by such a reckless attack though!

As Sista A charged her, the teacher lunged straight back towards her, ducking down to pass right under her arm. She quickly popped back up behind the diva, and threw her arms around her waist, pulling the woman in close against herself.

The crowd grew louder, knowing what was coming. Muriel had built part of her career on her expertly thrown suplexes, and the audience was ready for the teacher to start throwing the diva around. Muriel quickly inhaled, and quickly tried to lift Aisha off of her feet, attempting to throw her up and over herself with a sudden, huge German suplex!

Sista A was going to lariat Ms. Spencer so hard that she might seriously injure her own arm just pulling it off. Once she was on the floor, the plan was clear - no more moves, no more submission holds, no more taunting, no more anything. Sista A was just going to stomp and stomp and stomp on the teacher’s head until she couldn’t even remember her ABCs. Fuck it.

”-bitch!” She lashed out, wild and hard, with a furious cry...and hit nothing. Nothing at all.

In the corner of her eye, she could see Ms. Spencer moving around behind her. She felt the arms around her waist, the chest against her back, the hot breath against her neck. Deja vu was hitting her, along with a sense of impending doom.

”No!” She reached for the ropes as she realized what was about to happen. ”Nonono-”

Sista A’s reach just missed salvation, and it was all academic from there. She was lifted up, swung over, and dropped right down on her shoulders with a thunderous German Suplex, one that left her laying flat on her back as her body stayed folded. Even though her ears were ringing too much to be sure, she was pretty sure the crowd was losing their shit right about now.