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

Muriel sat up, as she slammed Sista A down, and just like the diva was assuming, the crowd was going absolutely insane. They were loving the teacher's sudden comeback, starting to climb to their feet to cheer on Miss Spencer.

Anesthesia, however, was most certainly not enjoying things, the nurse looking at the two women with a foul look on her face. This was not how things were supposed to be going. She wasn't going to interfere, though, not yet at least. If Sista A couldn't handle this herself, then she had no business being the nurse's chosen one. If she lost here, then Anesthesia would simply have to find someone else...

Muriel quickly rushed back to her feet, adrenaline running through her body as she turned towards Aisha. She leaned down, grabbing the diva by her wrist, and started to pull and tug on her, trying to stand her up again. "On your feet, Miss Taylor!" She barked, gripping Aisha's arm tight as she pulled her up again. Once she was standing, the Canadian blonde would then swing her around, letting Aisha fly towards the corner. Let her see how it felt to get slammed into the turnbuckle this time!

Sista A thought she might get a little reprieve after the German Suplex, that Ms. Spencer would back off and let her breath for a moment while she rubbed it in. Unfortunately, she was thinking more of what she would do in the situation. Ms. Spencer was more focused and driven, with a distinct disadvantage when it came to damage incurred. She wasn’t wasting a single second moment. Not even a single breath.

She'd just started to try and sit up when Ms. Spencer helped her up in the harshest way possible, tugging her up and threatening to rip her extensions right out. ”Get the fuck off me, get the fuck-”

Sista A’s crash comments were cut short as she was flung into the corner with an impressive burst of strength, as Ms. Spencer made her hit so hard she might have fallen to her knees without the ropes to hold on to..

As it was, Sista A could only lean against the turnbuckle, shaking her head and trying to figure out how the hell things had gone so badly so damn fast. A minute ago Ms. Spencer could barely walk, now she fought like she had liquid fire running through her veins, tapping into some insane teacher mojo. ”Crazy shit…”

"Language, Miss Taylor!" Muriel barked, furrowing her brow in frustration at Aisha's words as she quickly advanced on the woman. Her steps were still shaky, and she was still feeling exhausted, but she was riding high on adrenaline and fury. As long as she could ride that way, she knew she'd be okay.

She approached Sista A and raised one hand, pushing it against the diva's shoulder to straighten her up against the corner. Then, her other arm came up, drawing itself backwards, the teacher taking careful aim at Aisha's chest. With a furious yell, she let her arm fly, aiming a stiff, hard-edged chop, right for the center of the diva's generous, barely-covered bust!

”Go fuck yourself!” Sista A barked back, spitting for extra measure. She’d always hated Ms. Spencer and her little goody-two-shoes, holier-than-thou act, putting on like she was any better than anyone else. She wasn’t. She got off on wrestling just like Sista A did, she was just better at hiding at.

Case in point: She could’ve come at Sista A any number of ways in the corner. A splash, a kick, a knee.

What did she wind up going for? A chop. Right across her breasts. Vindictive, mean, and damn effective.

”God damn it!” Sista A shrieked and hissed, covering up her aching chest as she stumbled out of the corner, teeth clenched tighter and tighter with each step she took. She was contemplating all the nasty things she’d do to Ms. Spencer when she got half a chance, but first she had to put the ice on this little hot streak before it got out of hand.

"I'll warn you again, Miss Taylor! Watch your language!"

Muriel stepped back after her chop, letting Sista A step out of the corner and start stumbling away, but she was far from done with the diva, and she was far from relenting in her attack against her. She moved towards Aisha, coming up on her from behind again, and just like before, she threw her arms around the woman's waist. She yanked her in close, holding the woman's nearly naked body against her own much more modestly covered form, taking a moment to breath deep. Then, just like before, she started to lift, trying to get Aisha up into the air for an attempt at a second suplex.

This time, though, the teacher knew it'd be harder. Her adrenaline was starting to fade, and her earlier exhaustion was starting to catch up with her. She was running low on strength and energy, but she knew that if she could just lift up Aisha, one more time, she could secure this as a win for herself. All she had to do was lift and throw, one more time...

”And I’ll tell you again.” Sista A spoke through her groans as she moved away from Ms. Spencer, creating some much-needed distance. ”Go fuck yourself!”

Despite all the force and venom she was putting into her words, Sista A’s comeback came out hollow in the end. She was rapidly losing her good standing, and while she wasn’t quite done yet, she knew it could get there fast. Ms. Spencer was that good. If she locked in a solid submission hold in the middle of the ring, or caught her with too many suplexes, she could bring this to an end in a hurry.

Sista A had seen it happen. Not something she wanted to be on the receiving end of. So, when she felt those arms circle around her waist again, she went into a blind panic and started struggling like crazy, desperate to be free. As Ms. Spencer started to lift her up, she swung her upper body around and jerked her elbows around, trying to land hard blows on one side of the teacher’s head, then twisting around and trying to hit the other.

She wasn’t going out like this. Not today.

Even as Muriel began to lift Sista A off of her feet (or at least tried to do so), the teach began to realize what an awful idea it was. She was too weak. Too exhausted. Aisha was still too fresh, she was still too sore and hurting. She just didn't have the strength to do it. Muriel knew she should have went for a submission, or more strikes, or anything else. Trying to go for the instant-kill was a mistake, and the teacher finally realized it.

Then came Aisha's elbows. The first struck her in the shoulder, then the next in her head, and then another in her head. The blonde could feel herself starting to grow dizzy, to grow weaker with each blow, and she knew she couldn't hang on to the wiggling diva much longer.

She quickly let Aisha go, giving her a quick shove to send her away, as she stumbled backwards from her, reaching up to hold her hurting head with one hand.

Aisha breathed an audible sigh of relief after she managed to get free of Ms. Spencer’s grasp, though you would have to be close, damn close, to hear it over the audience’s raging fervor. They knew what she knew - she was free now, had a clear path, and she wasn't going to let this opportunity slip away.

Ms. Spencer pushed her forward and she didn't fight it. Not a little, not at all. She charged ahead and kept moving ahead, running to the ropes and heading right back, moving with incredible speed for a woman in high heels.

When Sista A was close enough, she jumped up, kicked her leg out, then jerked it back while swinging her fist out on the same motion, creating a powerful strike that was heading right for Ms. Spencer’s face.

The audience didn't know it, but they were watching the debut of her new finishing move - the Superbitch Punch.

Muriel held her face, rubbing her cheek gently with one hand. Those elbows had hurt, and her head was spinning now, just like it had been doing before. Her adrenaline had faded now, and she was feeling the full effects of everything Aisha had done to her in the match. Everything had hit her at once, like a bag of bricks, and the teacher knew now, more than ever, that she was done for.

Her fears were soon realized at she looked upwards, just in time to see Aisha flying through the air towards her. She had just enough time to let her eyes grow wide before the diva's fist connected, slamming straight into the middle of her face.

For a moment, the world froze, everything going quiet and still for the teacher. Then, as if everything was moving in fast-forward, she fell backwards, straight onto her back, her arms and legs falling uselessly to her sides.

She was done now. That much was obvious. The audience couldn't even jeer or boo at Sista A or feel sorry for the teacher. The match was over. All that was left was for Sista A and Anesthesia to go through the motions of officially ending it.

Sista A landed after the blow in an awkward stance, nearly falling to her knees. She hadn't really used the Superbitch Punch in an actual match setting yet, didn't have the time to really experiment with the move. She was taking on a new identity, so she needed some new moves to go along with it. Hadn’t put much thought to it besides that.

But the results spoke for themselves. She was standing. Ms. Spencer wasn't. Tempting as it was to take this time to draw things out even more and humiliate the teacher, Sista A didn't feel like pushing her luck too much. She'd done what she came for. Time to end it.

She brought her heel up, then slammed it down on Ms. Spencer’s chest, digging her heel in deep. Leaning forward, she sneered down at her foe and spat in her face, all while pinning her shoulders to the canvas. Her message was clear, and if Ms. Spencer still didn't get it, there was verbal confirmation.

”Stay the fuck down!”