Fujiko Hinamoto vs. Sista A - Roses Are Red

Match Type: Humiliation
Victory Conditions: Victory can only be obtained by making your opponent submit through embarrassment.


There was a moment, a golden moment, where Sista A thought she had this whole thing down. Either Noble Rose would stay in the back and she’d beat up so no-name wrestler for the night, or the stupid bitch would be stupid enough to bring her stupid, beat-up ass out to the ring, and Sista A would curbstomp her from there. After that, she’d head back to her apartment and round out the night with Wesley Snipes movies and Häagen-Dazs.

Then Sista A heard that familiar, and her eyes widened, as she realized this day was about to get far more complicated than she wanted.

”You gotta be shitting me.”

Sure enough, Evil Rose came slinking down to the ring, in all her creepy, haunting glory, the terror of Rumble Roses coming back in the AFW ring. Sista A muttered curses under her breath and stepped back as the beast roared, her shrill, inhuman shriek cascading through throughout the arena. This was not the fight she’d wanted. Not even close.

But fuck it.

”Oh, what?” Sista A barked back from the other side of the ring, as Evil Rose came bounding in. ”Think you’re gonna scare me with this shit, is that it?” She started bouncing on her heels to hype herself, getting ready for the big fight. ”Think you’re bad shit, think you’re a monster? I’ll show you a fucking monster!”

The bell rang and Sista A took off the millisecond it rang, running straight towards Evil Rose and leaping towards her with a flying knee the second she was close enough.

Evil Rose's eyes were fixed upon Sista A, the beautiful dancing Harlem nightmare was her only prey....the only one she needed or wanted, the beast was unleashed and it seemed as if the hunted would fight back as well. The pink wet muscle that was The beast from the undergrounds tongue came out and slowly licked her upper lip. To many it might look seductive and perhaps it was within the mind of the terror of Rumble Roses, yet in her mind the most prominent thing was the taste, the taste of beating down yet another prey.

It had been far too long since she got to hunt, far too long had she been locked up in a cage. It was her night to be free and feast! Sista A's barks had no effect on the red clad woman who stalked from left to right, practically crouched down in her stance, hands stretched out as her head shifted from left to right as she scanned the movements of Sista A.

A wrestler of instinct, that was what Evil Rose was. When the bell rang and beautiful pop idol came running at her the bestial wrestler would try and side step that flying knee. With her uncanny movements she'd attempt to slip behind Sista A and when she landed on her feet Evil Rose would attempt to lash out with her hands, trying to sneak them around and have each take a strong grip upon each of Sista A's large breasts, with a hard squeeze she'd attempt to lift the woman up by those orbs and throw both of them backwards as she attempted a weird german suplex variation by using a hold of Aisha's bountiful orbs.

Moving far faster than any woman in spiked high heels should've been able to, Sista A was a ball of fury as she tore her way across the ring. She was going to knock Evil Rose’s head off her shoulders and drop her flat on her mostly-exposed ass.

She ran. She lunged. She missed.

”Fuck!”

Sista A dropped down started to turn around, but before she had the chance to spin, two hands came up and groped her mostly-exposed breasts, getting a firm, solid grip on the twin orbs. Alarming, yeah, and Sista A’s widened at the surprise hold, but she didn’t have time to do much more than that before she was hauled upwards.

”Fuck!”

Sista A came crashing down hard on the small of her back, taken completely off guard by the modified German Suplex, a harsh reminder of the carnal carnage that Evil Rose brought to the ring. With a long groan, she rolled over to her chest and began pushing her way up, but it was a slow, sluggish efffort.

”Fuck….”

The beast was unleashed, she was hungry and her prey was in sight...though her prey seemed to be a feisty one, which meant that the red clad terror of Rumble Roses had a job to do. Which was break down all bit of resistance from the beautiful dancing Harlem Nightmare.

She'd turn and move up towards her feet, crouching and prowling around the slowly rising blond, attempting to slip in behind of her and try to reach her arms up in under Aisha's, trying to clasp them together against the back of her head for a full nelson. Pressing her huge breasts against Sista A's back and her groin pressing up against that supple rear of Aisha.

Breathing heavily behind Aisha, Evil rose would attempt to pull the woman up off of her feet and up high into the air before trying to slam her down with a full nelson bomb!!

”Fucking stupid gimp, motherfucking…”

Shit, that was a bad start. The match had just begun and already Sista A was getting groggy - having your tits snatched and your head bashed would do that. She made her way up, spewing curses every inch of the way, looking up at Evil Rose...or, at least, where Evil Rose had been two seconds ago.

”What-” A single syllable was all she had time for, just before she felt those arms sliding under her shoulders, those barely-covered breasts squishing against her back…

Sista A moaned. A quick, involuntary moan. Then, she went flying.

Up she went, eyes growing wider the higher she flew. Down she came, landing right on her, shaking the ring as the impact traveled up her spine. Sufficiently rattled and in quite a bit of pain, Sista A spasmed and tried to roll away from her bestial enemy, needing some breathing room.

After slamming down the beautiful dancing nightmare down with that full nelson slam the red clad beast would roar out loudly yet again! " !!!!" The roar had a few of the fans in the crowd worried just what would happen in this match, it had been a long time since the beast was unleashed last...having been cage for so long must have made it far more mad than anything else! It's like that saying, sometimes when you cage a beast the beast just gets angry, and that was the case for Evil Rose.

Who would start to stalk up towards Sista A, looking to reach towards the woman who was rolling away from her and try to take a firm hold onto those golden locks, looking to drag the woman across the mat towards the center of the ring, pulling and yanking on it to try and get the woman to the position she wanted.

Roaring out loudly again " !!!" before attempting to wrap her strong thighs around Sista A's pretty head and fall down onto her rear, raising her right hand up into the air she'd try and hammer down upon that forehead of the beautiful woman as her other hand would be used to keep herself propped up as she tried to put the beautiful Aisha in a headscissor as well.

Sista A, crawling forward like she was going through the trenches, winced at the ear-shattering screech of Evil Rose. Even back in Rumble Roses, that noise always freaked her out. It didn’t sound like something that should be coming from a human mouth, that a human’s throat was even capable of producing.

She just had to block it out. Couldn’t think about. All she wanted to do was get a little space, make it outside, and then she could-

A strong, remorseless hand gripped her hair, and Sista A hissed as she was dragged back to the center of the ring, kicking and screaming along the way. Before she could even think about getting up, a pair of powerful, slender thighs clamped on her, and then the pressure started. The terrible, crushed pressure.

A stifled shriek slipped from Sista A’s lips, and she started thrashing about on the floor, wildly flailing, until a punch on the forehead left her stunned for a moment. Gritting her teeth, desperate for escape, she twisted her head to the side and bit Evil Rose’s leg, hoping the pain would make her let go. At worst the referee would give her a warning, and it would be worth it if she could just get a second of peace.

Evil Rose was not some wrestler with a mission, nor was she anyone who had any grand plans or ideas or strategies. She was a instinctual beasts and her ever instinct was telling her to tear Aisha apart right here in the ring. Of course even as beast like as Evil Rose was, she knew that Harlem Nightmare was a fierce fighter....

Dragging the beautiful dancer towards the center of the ring, she soon wrapped her legs tightly around the woman's head. The red-clad fighter started to try and crush that skull of the woman, while punching it down hard with her hand, hammering on that skull...however soon enough she was forced to cry out in pain as pearly white teeth dug into her thigh...

She cried out loudly in pain as soon enough the ref-girl stepped in and started to tell Sista A to stop the biting, all the while Evil Rose tried to slide back her leg, and get them free from the woman, backing up as she'd nurse her hurting thigh.

”Hey!” The referee stepped in and wagged a scolding finger at Sista A, as if that somehow made anything she said more effective [b]”Watch the teeth, Aisha. First warning, last warning.”[/color]

”What-the-fuck ever.” Sista A muttered and mumbled as she pushed away from Evil Rose and spat to the side, trying to get the taste of crazy bitch out of her mouth. She a quick, evil little grin as watch Evil Rose hurting from the bite. Dirty move, yeah, but you couldn’t deny the effectiveness of it.

Thinking she had an opening, Sista A seized it. Crawling forward on her knees, she tried to mount Evil Rose, straddling her by the waist - exactly the waist, too. It was no coincidence that she dropped her sex right on top of Evil Rose’s, letting them slide against each other through what little material they had on.

But that was just the teaser. The real action came in the form of the mounted punches Sista A threw, as she tried to slam her fists into the side of Evil Rose’s head, battering her with vicious hooks.

Evil Rose hadn't exactly been prepared to be bit like that, perhaps the Beast from the underground was a bit rusty to not have started out her own little battle by biting the Harlem Nightmare...at least now she was re-familiarized with the concept of biting....

The red clad wrestler was now soon enough mounted by the voluptuous Aisha whom practically ground her crotch across Evil Rose's....yet the only reaction she got out from the beast was a loud grunt as soon enough a hard blew smacked right across the side of her face, snapping her masked head towards the side....

The arms of ER soon rose right up to shield herself, putting up a valiant guard to protect herself from those mighty blows, but they rained down hard and not even the best knew how long she could take this kind of treatment...the woman on top of her had always been a capable street fighter...