Fujiko Hinamoto vs. Sista A - Roses Are Red

There was a problem, here.

This was a humiliation match, which wouldn’t have been that big of a deal if she was dealing the chaste, pious, holier-than-thou Noble Rose. Sista A could’ve thrown her into a web of debauchery and tangled her up for days.

Evil Rose was a different sort of beast entirely. She came to the ring in an outfit that would’ve been too much for most girls on the roster, and Sista A wasn’t even sure she had a real concept of ‘shame’.

One way to find out, though.

With Evil Rose reeling from the punches, Sista A tried a wholly different kind of assault. She reached down and pressed her palms to her opponent’s barely covered breast, grasping as much flesh as she could. From there, she began to slowly - lovingly, teasingly, sultrily - knead away Evil Rose’s breast, massaging the mammaries to see what kind of reaction she get from the Beast.

Sista A was really hammering down some rather nasty and powerful hits and if the beastlike wrestler didn't do anything soon then she was perhaps going to have quite a rough time in getting back into the action. As such she tried to struggle...yet as she was about to start...the punches stopped.

She slightly opened her eyes and raised her arms away to try and see what was happening, only for her mouth to be shot up and her eyes widen as the dark skinned beauty took a hold of her large breasts and started to massage them, the red devil clad wrestler squirmed a bit underneath as if she wasn't wearing that mask a slight blush could probably have been seen upon her cheeks.

Yet, it did awaken Evil Rose a bit as well...as she would attempt to shoot out her own strong arm in an attempt to shoot up a strong right fist up into Aisha's pretty face and try to latch her left hand to the back of Sista A's skull and try to throw up punch after punch!

Okay, Sista A would be straight up lying if she said she didn’t get some enjoyment out of this.

She’d always thought Fujiko had some top notch breasts, always wanted to give them a little squeeze to find out just how they felt through her fingers. Now was the perfect chance, and she couldn’t say she was disappointed. You could figure out how much she liked them by the way she licked her lips, her gaze lustful and ravenous. She almost wished she’d conned Fujiko into a hotter stipulation, so the two of them could have some real fun.

”What’s wrong, girl?” Sista A cooed, getting into the mood a bit herself, as their sexes slid along each other, only blocked by thin, tight materials. ”Not in the mood for-”

Evil Rose’s punch ended Sista A’s taunt prematurely. As did the one after that, and the one after that, and the one after that. The Harlem Nightmare could only blink in disbelief as her face was battered about, until she was finally knocked away and fell to her back. She laid there for a moment, trying to get her bearings back and cope with the fact that she’d just been outpunched. Her.

Evil Rose wasn't exactly unfamiliar with sexual acts, hell most of her was a being of carnal and beastly desires...so she was more than looking forward to ravage the frame of the lovely Sista A, it was practically making her mouth water with how the dark skinned beauty was trying to arouse her....but damn if anything would be on top of the red clad beast! 

She was the devil rose, she was the carnal hunger who would feast tonight! Not some dancing sister! As such she swung wildly and knocked the busty Sista A off of her, Now with Aisha reeling from those punches the busty Evil Rose, rose up towards her feet and would try and step up towards the blond, looking to reach down and take a handful of Aisha's hair, looking to pull the Harlem Nightmare up towards her feet and then try and send a brutal right handed uppercut right into the woman's solar plexus!

Everything was spinning, everything was hurting, everything was a wild, painful blur, as Aisha - no, Sista A - reeled from Evil Rose’s crazy punch. Through all the hurting, all she could think was that this must’ve been what it felt for someone to get their bell rung by her. She’d though she had the best punches in Rumble Roses, and she still thought that, but Fujiko’s came close. Closer than she expected.

She had little time to contemplate and prepare, though, before the beast moved in, continuing to hammer and harass her prey. She shriek as her hair was yanked, extensions and all, pulling hard on her skull. It wasn’t a pleasant sound, but luckily, the audience didn’t have to endure her squawking for long. Evil Rose’s punch saw to that.

Sista gasped and stumbled away after the hellacious uppercut, grasping her stomach tight. She wound up stumbling all the way to the turnbuckle, which she wound up laying against and gasping while she regained her stamina. Or attempted to.

The beast from the underground watched Sista A as she began to stumble back towards the corner after she had fired up that powerful punch right up into the dancing queen's stomach. She brought that pink wet muscle that was her tongue out and licked her lips...

Wasting nothing more than a few seconds, the red clad fiend attempted to move up towards the dusky maiden, looking to move in and reach with her hands for Aisha's lovely large breasts and latch onto them with her strong hands. She'd give them a hard squeeze, before trying to lift Sista A up by those huge mounds, looking to force Aisha up onto the top turnbuckle and seat the woman down there. Trying to set the Harlem Nightmare up for something pretty devastating.

As Sista A stumbled back with an involuntary retreat, she caught the sight of Evil Rose licking those puffy, fulsome lips of hers. The sight of it sent a shiver down her spine, a reaction she hated herself for. She’d seen that look on Evil Rose’s face before, typically before something either very lewd or very painful happened. Neither scenario was in her favor.

Sista A had just began to rise up, when Evil Rose moved in to help her along - in the most indignant, painful way possible. Her first reaction was a surprised yelp, as her bare breasts were grabbed and squeezed, but that was quickly drowned out by the ear-shattering screech that followed. Sista A flailed about as the beast hoisted her up, suspending her by her second-most prized assets and setting her on the turnbuckle with ease.

The scream that Aisha released from her mouth was something that caused a bright smile to appear on Evil Roses's face....no that wasn't right, it wasn't a smile at all, it was a grin. Twisted grin of pleasure from the pain that was audible from Aisha.

With Sista A up on the top turnbuckle like that the red clad wrestle would climb up, looking to ascend up towards the top ropes. If she could do so unhindered she'd jump up and try to snag her legs around the Harlem Nightmare's head and try to throw herself backwards, looking to pull the dancing beauty down and hit her with a brutal frankensteiner! Which came with the added bonus of Evil Rose being able to shove her crotch right into Sista A's face for a few seconds.

Part of Sista A was relieved that Evil Rose let her breasts go, if just for a moment. She knew how fiendish the madwoman could get, knew what she could do when she got those claws sunk in deep, and she wanted no part of that on her tender flesh.

But another part realized that, if Evil Rose was letting her go, it wasn’t out of pity, since she probably couldn’t even spell that word. No, she was probably setting up for something big.

Sista A was right.

By the time her head had cleared enough to realize what was going on, Evil Rose was already in motion. Her thighs slipped around her head and she went for a little ride, a trip that came to a painful end when her head was slammed into the canvas. There was a deafening crash, and Sista A flopped over on her back a moment later, eyes glassy and staring straight up.

Evil Rose landed on her feet by the corner and stumbled forward a step, catching her hands against the ropes as she'd used them to balance herself and stop her from falling down onto her knees or anything....

She released a low growl from her lips...not an angry one but more...a hungry one. If one had to describe it as anything at all. The red clad wrestler shook her hips in her slightly bent over position, swaying her hips in a seductive manner which got the crowd to start cat calling...not long after the devil clad woman would lower herself. Attempting to place her large firm rear down upon Sista A's beautiful face, looking to facesit the Harlem nightmare...

This was after all and Humiliation match, even the beast from the underground was more than willing to humiliate her opponent!