Evil Rose Vs. Anesthesia - Oil Wrestling

Evil Roses bite was seemingly unappreciated by Anesthesia who was quick to struggle and flail around in the grip as she would find the woman starting to swing at her sides, trying to force the masked wrestler to let go.

Yet after the first set of strikes, she would try and grasp onto those wrists of her former master and seek to pin them against the canvas. Looking to force her down and into the oil as she continued to bite that tongue of hers. Attempting to force Anesthesia to release her waist scissor as she would press her generous rack down on top of the nurse's rack.

If Anesthesia released her waist, Evil Rose would try and scoot up and look to seat herself on that midsection of the woman. She would then release the bite before she'd try and rear her head up and then throw it down to try and smack Anesthesia with a headbutt!

Evil Rose did feel pain. Anesthesia had trained her to suppress it to a certain extent, had programmed her to block it out of her mind as much as possible. It was what made her such an effective asset - there was no submission hold that she couldn’t survive, no torture that she couldn’t pull through. Eventually.

But she did feel pain. To an extent. It just took some doing to reach that extent, which meant that Anesthesia had to endure her position for longer than she would’ve liked.

She thought she had decent control on the situation, but she was proven wrong when Evil Rose asserted her position and pressed into her, slamming their bodies together.

Not unpleasant. Not in the least.

But it was going to be a problem if she wanted to win this match, which she certainly did, as was the sudden headbutt she wound up taking right on the skull. The impact left her seeing stars and her body went limp, stunned as her brain began the restarting process. ”Of all the ungrateful, insipid…”

Evil Roses feral form of assault had worked out for the beast so far, and the masked warrior would then smack her forehead straight down into the pretty face of the buxom nurse. Throwing her for a loop and finally freeing herself from that painful torment of those legs.

Anesthesia should be proud of her creation, after all she had made what was at one point considered the ultimate wrestler, a beast with no equal. Now, that was a long time ago...and she had no control over said beast anymore.

Also, now she was seeking to put the pain to her former master. Evil Rose would now try to grab at the wrists of her former master and try to pin them by the head of Anesthesia. She'd slide up that oiled up body and try and then lower her amazing rack down upon the face of the tan skinned nurse, looking to keep straddling her while locking in a breast smother and pushing her weight and fearsome might down on the woman's frame.

Anesthesia loved a good breast smother. It was always a great way to bring unruly opponents to heel - effective, thanks to her impressive assets, and embarrassing. A solid method of humiliating your foe, and doing so in a way that felt good against the chest. There was nothing quite like the sensation of having a woman screaming against your rib cage, fighting for breath that was never going to come, looking up at your between the cleage with pleading eyes.

Delicious. Utterly delicious.

But she was less thrilled about breast smothers when she was the one under duress. As was the current case. ”No-”

That was the only word she was able to get out before Evil Rose engulfed her world in darkness, locking in a tight smother with her massive, mauling mammaries. Served with her own medicine, Anesthesia tried to turn her head left and right, finding no air or respite, unable to escape...for the moment. There was an avenue she could try, but she didn’t want to resort to it quite yet.

Instead, she tried to a softer approach, pressing her hips up to grind her loins against Evil Rose’s. A tantalizing touch to soothe the savage beast…

Evil Rose's breasts had lowered down upon the lovely face of the crazed nurse and now effectively trapped her in a humiliating breast smother, she could already feel Anesthesia's face struggling and sliding against her oiled up breasts, trying desperately to find some way to get her breath to no avail.

The lavender haired masked fighter then felt how her former master started to try and press her hips up and start to grind her lower frame against Evil Rose's loins, a small coo escaped the mouth of the Beast, but Evil Rose simply smirked and growled out.

Her great power once again being used to try and pin Anesthesia down more firmly, pressing her weight and might down to try and flatten the nurse down as she continued to rub her amazing rack upon the face of her former master.

So, that didn’t work. A shame, really - Anesthesia was honestly hoping she could work Evil Rose down to a softer state, wear her to the point where they could make a little love on the mats. A long shot, perhaps, she wouldn’t deny that, but it would’ve been worth the effort. She wanted Evil Rose back, but with a minimum of damage, if at all possible. One of several reasons why she hadn’t entrusted this task to Sista A.

But very well. If the carrot wouldn’t work, she’d just have to go for the stick.

With Evil Rose’s breast so close, the choice was obvious: she opened her mouth and bite and down on that soft flesh with all the strength she could muster, making sure to dig her teeth in deep. The woman was an animal, but all animals recoiled from pain by reflex, and Anesthesia would find her chance to breathe when that happened. Or maybe do other things…

Evil Rose enjoyed her time on top of her former master, pushing her generous rack into that face as she sought to end Anesthesia's breathing and leave her as a dazed mess in the oil. Her oil covered breasts sliding over that pretty face.

Though, it looked as if Anesthesia had another plan as she opened her mouth and then clamped her teeth down on top of the beast's beautiful breasts, biting down on that soft flesh and almost broke the skin before Evil Rose would howl out in pain and quickly try and pull back from Anestheisa and retreat away from her foe. not wanting to endure the pain of that bite any longer. It appeared as if the two of them were both planning on fighting like wild animals tonight.

Fighting fire with fire, as they’d like to say. This sort of rough play wasn’t common in Anesthesia’s wheelhouse, but she wasn’t averse to it, either - if she had to bite, scratch and claw to bring Evil Rose to heel, she’d gladly get a little blood on her fingernails. She was worth the trouble.

Regardless, Anesthesia’s gamble paid off right away, earning a shriek from Evil Rose and getting her to make a much-appreciated retreat. She seized the opportunity and gulped in air, fueling her starved lungs.

Free. Now, she had to make the most of it.

Rising up to her knees, Anesthesia pushed forward and pounced, looking to tackle her former pet in the stomach, throwing her full weight into the move. The aim? She wanted to slam the naughty little woman into the nearest corner, hammer her against the unforgiving turnbuckle and knock the wind out of her. Get her to slow down, if only for a moment.

And, then...well...

Evil Rose had retreated, that bite having caused her to recoil and try and make a fair bit of distance between herself and her foe. It didn't look as if she was going to get a lot of time to recover and soothe the pain from that bite though. As she got up to her feet, a bit unsteady in the oil...

She would feel Anesthesia's body rush in and slam into her gut, grunting out, Evil Rose was forced backwards, sliding in the oil right back up against the unforgiving tunbuckle! another grunt escaping her mouth as she hit the post. She'd growl out, the masked beast would try and grab at the short brown hair of her former master and yank on it.

Trying to pull and yank and aim to twist them around, pushing out of the corner as she aimed to throw Anesthesia against the corner instead! Quickly looking to push and grind her mighty frame against her foes.

Anesthesia screamed in rage and force and exhilaration as she slammed into Evil Rose, ramming her with full force, and the audience gasped at the impact. This was an oil match, and they weren’t used to this level of intensity from such a bout. Two women fighting less like wrestlers and more like animals, beasts locked in a cage.

They would have to get used to it, then. This match was quickly becoming more of Anesthesia’s speed, and she intended to keep the pace up as much as possible.

”There we are.” She cooed through her grunts as she forced Evil Rose up against the turnbuckle, pressing their oily bodies together and keeping her pet pinned. ”Now that I have your full attention, let’s take a minute to-”

Before Anesthesia could even get out a fourth of the little speech she was planning, Evil Rose spun things around with a quick grip on her hear, making the Naughty Nurse shriek in shock, the wind knocked clean after her. She shook her head, trying to get her bearings back. She was thrown for a loop, but still well aware of the poor position she’d suddenly found herself in.