Fujiko Hinamoto vs. Sista A - Roses Are Red

This was so not how Sista A had expected her day to go, and it was only getting worse from there.

Her opponent was working herself up to something. She could tell from the guttural noises that Evil Rose was making, those incomprehensible, inhuman noises that had no business coming from the mouth of a mentally stable person. She knew, whatever it was, it would be painful, but she didn’t know in what way. Not until what happened next.

”What-” Sista A shook her head as Evil Rose’s full backside began to rhythmically sway and lower. [color#999966]”Don’t you dare, don’t you fucking-”[/color]

Evil Rose did dare, and she dared hard. She plopped down on the Harlem Nightmare’s face and bathed her world in darkness, fully covering her face underneath the sweaty flesh. All Sista A could do was let out a wild scream of protest from within Evil Rose’s body, futily kicking her legs about while she did.

Lowering her shapely rear down upon the lovely face of the ebony skinned Aisha was without a doubt a thing that the crowd went wild over. They loved the sight of the busty and well curved beauty that was Evil Rose put Sista A into such a humiliating position.

The red clad fighter would slide her legs out a bit to try and ease them down and settle her knees down over Aisha's arms to try and pin them down as she'd proceed to rub her rear into that face of the woman. Letting out a somewhat low moan of pleasure, the sensation of rubbing her rear down upon the so called Rumble Roses Champion was making Evil Rose want to purr.

For once, Sista A’s more negative experiences in the AFW were coming in handy. If Evil Rose had done this same thing last year, when she was just coming into the company and hadn’t gotten used to how degrading it could be, she might’ve quit right on the spot.

But, since joining, Sista A had been stomped, squashed, smothered, and yes, facesat. She’d taken her lumps, and her tolerance for this sort of thing had grown. So, when she wound up taking a facefull of Fujiko’s buttcheeks, she was mortified...but she was also immensely pissed off, and of a mind to put a stop to it. With her arms pinned and her body immobilized, she could only really see one way.

Sista A turned her head to the side, opened her mouth, and gave the Beast From the Underground a big bite on her ass.

Rubbing her large rear down upon Sista A's pretty face was just the icing on the cake. She was going to do so much more...but the red clad beast from the underground was not one for plans...she was a beast of instinct. The kind of fighter who fought and did what needed to be done in the moment. Not the kind to create some game plan. A reactionary fighter...

Though there wasn't much to react to in this case. As those pearly white teeth sunk into her yet again. This time getting an even louder yelp right out from those lips of the Evil Rose. " YEOW!" She cried out as she practically jumped up and scampered away a bit from the blond, her hands moving to tend to her now tender and hurting area. One thing was for certain....The beast was not about to let these bites go unpunished...it was she who was the Beast from the underground!

Well, that worked. Not something she was hoping to see on the highlight reel tonight, but fuck it, [i]it worked.[/color]

Now free, Sista A took in large gulps of oxygen, sucking them down deep and hard. This wasn’t the fight she wanted. This wasn’t the fight she’d prepared for. Fujiko, she could handle all day long, but Evil Rose was an altogether different beast, and the problems were showing.

She needed a breather. A chance to regroup, call her senses together. With Evil Rose rubbing her ass, she saw the perfect opportunity and went for it, rolling out of the ring. Sista A stumbled a few steps toward the barricade and leaned on it with her back facing the ring, catching her breath and ignoring the jeering fans.

Evil rose winced and whined as she rubbed her aching rear...it seemed as if Sista A was quite the biter....but she wasn't the beast inside this ring....inside this arena! The red clad beast soon enough started to push up towards her feet, she let out a blood curdling roar of anger as she'd quickly turn and try to get out of the ring. 

Wasting no time, the beast would try to make her way towards Sista A and with it try and run in at her ebony skinned prey, looking to come in with a running clothes line towards those lovely tits of hers!

Evil Rose was many things. Japanese. A terrible dresser. A batshit crazy woman.

However, if there was one thing that she certainly was not - ever - it was subtle. When Sista A heard the beast screaming, she immediately locked in on her. So, when she let out that feral scream and came her way, the Diva was ready.

She waited until the last second, then ducked under the clothesline, letting the arm past just overhead. With a quick twist and a leap, she spun about and brought her leg up for a swift roundhouse kick, targeting the side of Evil Rose’s head.

Evil rose was pissed and she came rushing in with rage only on her mind. Frenzied wouldn't be an understatement...but that seemed to be just what Sista A wanted. For she was ready for the red clad fighter. She had expected her and she ducked under the clothesline as if it was nothing, allowing it to whiff past the beautiful dancer's head. 

Only for the beast from the underground the second she attempted to turn around to be met with a hard kick right towards her masked head. Smacking right into her skull and snapping it to the side, the beast stumbled a step or two before she fell down into a heap on the flood outside of the ring.

Sista A would’ve loved to bask in her moment of triumph, as the kick connected and she finally managed to get some revenge on the psycho bitch that was Evil Rose. Unfortunately, she was still hurting from the onslaught she’d endured, and it took its tool - only a moment after she landed the kick, she wound up falling to her knees, as the exhaustion got the better of hers.

But she was doing better than Evil Rose. For the time being. They’d see how long it would last.

”Crazy, fucking…” She muttered curses under her breath as she rolled under the ring and dropped to the outside, landing just beside her opponent.

”Get the fuck up!” She threw a hard kick into Evil Rose’s side. ”I said get your crazy ass up, bitch!” A stomp followed, with Sista A making sure she drove in hard with her heel.

Evil Rose was still down and in pain she felt a bit groggy after she had taken that hard kick to her head...she shook her head and growled out lowly as she was about to try and roll over towards her front and move to her hands and knees....but she wasn't allowed to do so just yet. As the busty Sista A came in and sent a hard kick to her side.

" Gaah!" Evil Rose growled out loudly in pain as she rolled over onto her front by the kick....then she took another hard stomp onto her back. " Aauugh!" She howled out in pain, she gnashed her teeth and shook her head...gritting her teeth as she'd try to place her hands and knees down against the barley padded floor, looking to try and force herself up to her hands and knees.