Evil Rose Vs. Anesthesia - Oil Wrestling

Oil Wrestling Match

Rules: Semi-Ero (Smothers encouraged, groping, massaging, everything except penetration allowed.)
Victory Condition: Pinfall, Submission or K.O.
Attire: Bikini or Swim-wear

Spoiler:

Ever since her previous encounter with Sista A and Anesthesia, Fujiko Hinomoto had been shifting in and out from being the lucid and righteous Noble Rose and the vicious and savage Evil Rose. It was hard to tell who she was at times, she honestly felt like she had been turned into a true Dr.Jekyll and Mr.Hyde situation, where she was starting to lose grasp on who she truly was. Each side losing control from time to time to let the other woman take the driver seat. For the moment that very woman who was in control was none other than the savage Evil Rose. She wasn't as much of a brutish wild animal as she had once been, she was working on instinct, a carnal desire fueled wrestler who sought to put the pain and pleasure to the Nurse who had so gracefully taken care of her.

Stepping out onto the ramp, as her music started to play, swaying her way down the ramp and prowling like a big cat stalking it's prey. She slide and sauntered her way down the ramp in her pink bikini, masked face that covered up the visage of the Noble Rose. Tonight there was only a beast in this pit of oil.

Evil Rose would stalk around the custom ring, four corner and ropes were all fine, but there was a clear pit instead of a canvas, and in that pit nearly ankle deep oil. What kind of oil? It was scented that was for sure, it almost smelled like vanilla to the beast, as she would slide into the pit on all fours, before bringing herself up to her feet by the corner and with a burst of her impressive strength she yanked herself straight up onto the middle ropes by her arms alone in a fluid motion and released a roar that sent chills down the crowd....but as the cameras would zoom in towards the face of the Evil Rose, the former Rose of Roses would slowly lick her lips....

It had been a busy year for Anesthesia, with her ambitious plans for the AFW finally gaining steam. Makoto Aihara was all but in her pocket, and she couldn’t wait to unveil her to the world and show them all how she’d improved upon the Judo Babe. Sista A continued to improve under her tutelage, and they were starting to branch off extend their dominance over the Friction roster. As an unexpected treat, Candy Cane had resurfaced in the AFW, a ripe fruit for the plucking. Even the resurgence of Benikage, her bitterest enemy, had the potential to turn things in her favor.

There was one loose end, however, one thread that needed tying: the Hinamatos. Reiko was elusive as ever, a scant figure in the AFW’s halls, but Fujiko? She was more frequent, and from what Anesthesia’s sources told her, she still struggled with the beast inside. If she had any questions of that intel, they were dispersed the moment she saw what Fujiko was wearing to the ring.

It was clear. Noble was out for the day, Evil was coming out to play.

Good. Perfect. When Anesthesia arranged for this match, she’d hoped to coax the devil out, and she was pleasantly surprised to see that half of her work was already done. She was on the edge, and Anesthesia knew just how to shove her off.

She made her appearance only moments after Evil Rose’s, coming through the curtains and strutting her way down to the ring, all while Sexy Attractor played over the loudspeaker to drown out the audience’s boos. Though, all things considered, this crowd was far less hostile to her than usual, preferring to stop and stare instead of throw their ineffective jeers. Perhaps it was the poise she showed with every strutting steps, as she neared the ring with hands on hips. Or, perhaps, it was the soft smile on her lips and and the gleam in her eyes, looking warmly towards Evil Rose, as if they were old friends crossing on the street.

Or it might’ve had to do with the black slingshot thong bikini she’d chosen to wear for today’s festivities, which left precious little of her body to the imagination, and even the dullest mind could’ve pictured the blanks.

Spoiler:

It hardly mattered. Her focus was on Evil Rose and Evil Rose alone tonight, and her goal was a simple one: to reclaim what had once been lost.

After kicking off her shoes, Anesthesia slipped into the ring and began to circle her former and future pet, rubble an idle finger over her mouth as she did. She was careful to never get too close, staying just outside of Evil Rose’s most comfortable striking range. ”Hello, hello, hello. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? It’s good to see you’re eating well.” She made a show of looking Evil Rose’s body over, head to toe. When Fujiko was so nauseatingly high and mighty, it was easy to forget how splendid her form was. Not a problem with the taciturn Evil Rose.

”Are you done being a naughty little doggie?” She curled a finger Evil Rose’s way. “Your owner has a few treats if you come back to her…”

It didn't take long before the Sadistic Nurse found her way towards the make-shift ring, the stage of oil that the battle between the two wrestlers who shared such a roller coaster of a history. Tonight the beast and the nurse were opposed, the creature that Anesthesia had been able to control and manipulate for so long, was no longer under the Doctor's control.

Watching the scantily clad beauty make her way down into the ring, dressed in that sling bikini of hers. Seeing her gestures, though the words of the nurse fell on deaf ears. As Evil Rose was mostly focused on the prey before her. She was not anyone's pet anymore...and that would make the beast from the underground quite the fearsome fighter.

She saw that finger beckon her, and with it the pink masked wrestler slowly started to inch her way closer. When she reached close enough with her face to that hand, Evil Rose would sniff it a few times. Truly acting like an animal, but...she'd suddenly lung forward, trying to wrap her arms around Anesthesia's waist and try to lift the Nurse up off of her feet, turning around to slam the buxom beauty down onto the canvas with a spinebuster! Starting the mat off wild!

That’s it. Closer. Closer.

Anesthesia was more than willing to use the vinegar approach if need be, but she always preferred to start things off with an offering of honey. There’d been a time when she could have her way with Evil Rose, when she could’ve manipulated her with a few touches in all the right places. A lick here, a rub there, a whisper in the ear, a hand at the breasts. How much of that programming still lingered, she wondered? How much of Evil Rose still yearned to meet her mistress’ beck and call.

She received the answer forthwith: not nearly as much as she would’ve liked.

The little hellion came in fast and hard, rushing Anesthesia from the waist and taking her hard to the mat, sending oil flying in every direction. The bell rang, the match was on, and it was all too clear what sort of fight this would be from the outset.

Anesthesia was game for it. While the initial impact knocked the wind out of her sails, she was quick to pick up another one. She’d been on the floor for only a moment before her legs lifted up and wrapped around Evil Rose’s waist, locking behind her to capture her in a tight bodyscissors, bringing the full power of her thighs to bear.

It looked as if Evil Rose took Anesthesia by surprise, as the Nurse was picked up off of her feet and then slammed down hard onto her back into the oil, the scented oil came splashing all around the two beautiful women, as the generously proportioned Anesthesia would wrap her arms around Evil Roses waist, those strong thick thighs started to squeeze and got a soft but angry groan out of Evil Rose.

Her hands would move from the oily mat, down onto Anesthesia's chest, one breast taking a hold of the woman's large breasts. One in each hand as she would press her weight and fearsome beastly power down, trying to flatten those orbs against Anesthesia's ribcage, a grin on her face as it looked as if she wanted to crush and cave in those ribs and lungs of Anesthesia, all the while copping a field.

She'd prop herself up lightly on her knees in the oil, balancing was difficult, but at the moment she was more concerned with taking the air out of those lungs and turning those tits of the nurse into pancakes.

Raw. Animalistic. Fierce. Insane. Evil Rose was everything that Anesthesia could’ve wanted out of a minion, save for one, crucial quality: loyalty. As the bestial beauty brought her strength to bear and attempted to dominate from the start, she was only reminded of how much of a prize Fujiko was...and how difficult it would be to win her back.

Not that Anesthesia minded getting her hands dirty. In this certain circumstance, she actually preferred it.

She bore down with her legs, crushing at Evil Rose’s sides. Evil Rose responded by targeting her bared breasts, mauling them, digging her claws in deep, and Anesthesia cried out in pain...at first. But ecstasy soon mixed with the agony, the pain translating to pleasure, the rough treatment sweeping her away. The violence, the oil, the pain, that looked in Evil Rose’s manic eyes...she loved it. Craved it. Needed it.

But it was painful. What was more, it was pinning her shoulders to the mat, and the referee was already starting to drop for a count. Thankfully, if Evil Rose was squeezing her breasts, then she wasn’t protecting her head, and Anesthesia took full advantage of that. She swung both of her arms up at once with open palms, slapping the sides of Evil Rose’s head in tandem, boxing her ears and screwing up her equilibrium.

The masked wrestlers treatment of Anesthesia's lovely breasts was without a doubt rather cruel, but it looked as if her old master enjoyed it after a few moments of pain. For that reason, Evil rose would snarl out as Anesthesia brought her arms up and swung them together, smacking Evil Rose over her ears and messing up her equilibrium!

" Rraagh!" The pink clad woman roared out in pain as she slumped down on top of Anesthesia, breasts on breasts as those strong legs of the nurse continued to squeeze her waist.

She tried to shake off her confused state and with it try and grab a hold of Anesthesia by her short brown hair and try to shake her head from left to right to try and discombobulate her former master.

Ah, there it was. Anesthesia had nearly forgotten how exquisite a scream Fujiko had, and it did her body good to hear it once more. Just the right tenor, the right pitch. Almost a song, full of poetry. It sent a shiver down her spine, made her shudder, and there was no doubt that Evil Rose felt that reaction.

Of course, it would’ve been disappointing if her former and future pet simply laid back and took the abuse. No, that wasn’t what she wanted at all - as much as she was hoping to get Fujiko back in control, she was more than willing to fight for the right, to struggle and suffer for it. That would make it all the more worthwhile.

So she kept her legs tight, kept her squeeze going, and when Evil Rose shook her head about like a wild animal, she had a little surprise for her.

Anesthesia’s reached out herself, wrapped her arms around Evil Rose’s head, and pulled her in for a tight, smothering kiss, pressing their lips together and forcing her tongue into Fujiko’s mouth. There was passion in the kiss, but fury, too, as her lips sought to dominate her opponent’s and claim the mouth for her own territory.

The Evil Rose's head shook but she shortly enough felt an arm from her former master wrap around the back of her head and then pull that masked wrestler's face in closer to the lovely nurse's face. Locking their lips together, it was a passionate but also dominant kiss that Anesthesia had decided to go for...

Though the Beast from the underground wasn't about to let such an act go unpunished, she felt that tongue try and invade her mouth and she responded in a manner fitting only for the animalistic side of Fujiko....

Her teeth would try and sink into that tongue, trying to cause her former master a great deal of pain as her hands would reach up towards the hair of Anesthesia, where she would try and grab tightly, keeping that face right there while she would bite down on that tongue

Anesthesia liked it rough. One could surmise that from observing her for only a few seconds, mind you - she hadn’t became a professional wrestler to avoid grinding and bending and breaking lovely young women, after all. While she could play the gentle, loving nurse all the day long, when night came she always craved something rough in her passion. Carnal.

But there was a difference between rough and straight out pain. A difference that Evil Rose didn't’ seem to appreciate. Or understand. Or comprehend. That would certainly explain why she ruined the moment by biting Anesthesia’s tongue.

The Naughty Nurse screamed into Evil Rose’s mouth, a noise filled with confusion and anguish and, most of all, sheer rage, as the fang’s dug into one of her most sensitive parts. To make matters worse, Evil Rose held tight, ensuring that there’d be no way to get away from this bite easily. The pain would linger.

Wild and enraged, Anesthesia responded in kind, throwing fierce blows into Evil Rose’s ribs, hammering at her side, giving her ample reason to let go of the hold if she wanted her bones to remain intact.