Rosa "Crusher" Cabrera vs. Blue Imugi - Pound It

Had to give Rosa credit: she was a really tenacious woman.

A lot of people liked to overestimate the damage they could inflict on Imugi when they actually found the chance to wind up a good shot. They let her size and look play too much of a factor. She was small and fast, that meant she couldn’t take too many hits. And they went on believing in that simple math right up until the point they woke up with a bloody nose and half a memory of the past five minutes.

Rosa was different. She didn’t view Imugi any different as someone her own weight and girth. The Korean was willing to bet that would be the case for every other one of her opponents too. To her, they were just people to break. Obstacles. Goals. That determination was on full display as she took after the former idol under the mat with barely a second thought. Imugi would have made a point to admire it if she wasn’t too busy scrambling away.

It wasn’t quite good enough. The Latina grabbed her leg and Imugi’s arms went into a flail without the rest of her, feeling about madly left and right as she was dragged out. Her hand grasped something wooden and Imugi swung it in a wide arc smack across Rosa’s hand as she went to pull the Korean out. It was only after the impact that Imugi noticed it was a discarded kendo stick. Less than legal, but honor wasn’t what won fights at the end of the day. Besides, what the referee didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.

Rosa though? Oh yeah. This would hurt.

Rosa reached out and saw Imugi, ready to grab hold of her when she came out. She didn't see the kendo stick at all which made the sudden harsh impact that much more shocking! "AHHHHH! You stupid little bitch!" Rosa shouted as she yelled back, popping back out from underneath the ring. She jolted back up to her feet holding her left hand which felt like it was throbbing. Rosa wasn't sure if it was broken, but for now she waited and watched hoping for Imugi to pop up. As soon as she did Rosa was going to soccer kick her face so hard she was determined to shatter Imugi's skull! Rosa was seething after the shot to her hand and she was tired of being made a fool of.

There it was. The b-word. Imugi was wondering how long it would take to get to that point. It was kind of sad that she almost expected it at this point. With an opponent like Rosa, it was almost guaranteed.

Not that Imugi could blame her. Even she felt a bit of that sting she'd inflicted, the feedback and shock working it's way up the stick as the Latina pulled away like she'd taken a snake bite. That seemed to put her in a really foul mood as best as Imugi could tell from under the covers. Eager as she was to get right back into it with a pissed off six-foot amazon, taking the forward approach was never how she won these things. Plus, she could work with the distance. Never a bad time to try for some brownie points.

Imugi rolled out from underneath the apron and popped to her feet in one smooth motion. She shot two gun fingers out to the crowd as she came up, brandishing the whitest smile and cockiest grin from the corners of her lips.

“Wooo! Looks like someone’s in a bad mood! I might be in trouble, guys!” As expected, her loyal fanbase was clustered around a few areas of the crowd. A generous little group answered back with a rousing cheer and barley coherent shouts of support.

“Kick her ass, Imugi!”

“Fighting Cutie Imugi!”

“She’s wide open, Imugi!”

No shit.

Her otherwise private thoughts weren’t betrayed by the seemingly genuine smile across her countenance. Acknowledging the generous support with a quick shot of her finger gun, the little Korean turned and leapt up into the ring, slipping between the middle and top rope in her ascent before coming onto the floor with a bounce to her heels and punch to her palm as she threw the most puffed up grin she could manage Rosa’s way.

“Come on in, mamacita! What’s the matter? Scared of little old me?” She finished that last dig with a cheeky rub underneath her chin, figuratively and literally rubbing whatever mileage she could get out of Rosa’s temper while it was still burning hot.

Of course Imugi didn't emerge where Rosa thought... that was just her luck tonight. The fans cheered the bratty little bitch as Rosa continued to seethe. She felt ike something in her hand was cracked for sure and of course the oh-so-gritty little Imugi would never ever take a cheap shot with a kendo stick...

Rosa slid into the ring and got back up to her feet rushing right at Imugi! She knew Imugi was expecting something like this, but Rosa didn't care. She swung her leg up going for a big boot, fully expecting Imugi to duck or otherwise miss. Rosa's gamble was expecting Imugi to end up behind her. Rosa's entire intention was to miss with he big boot but stop herself and use her size, strength and rage to spin around, hoping to connect her right fist with the face of Imugi via a spinning backhand strike!

Wow, Rosa was pissed.

Not quite the hardest observation to make from ten feet away, she knew. But it had to be said. Imugi had been dodging and weaving around this Spanish berserker for the past five minutes that felt like fifty, denying her every chance she could of a solid hit. Needles to say, that wasn’t doing wonders for the Latina’s temper and she wasn’t the least bit shy of making that displeasure known. Hearing was one thing, though…

When she saw Rosa step into the ring, with that scowl that seemed chiseled into the center of her face, the heavy breathing that seemed to turn to mist in the air between them, the tight muscles and sinew lining her body just beneath the skin, ready to snap. Oh yeah, this woman was on a death march.

But angry just meant careless, right?

Imugi thought that would be the case when she saw the boot headed her way. The Korean stepped around her thick leg with ease, side stepping and lunging forward as she flowed along its length like the breadths of a virgin stream. She ended up behind Rosa and spun to face her back, maybe follow up with a quick shot to the back of her knee.

All she found waiting for her, however, was the back of a closed fist that smashed into the idol’s cheek, sending ripples across her face. She flew an inch from the ground and fell into a stumble to the side, catching herself on the ropes in a wide-eyed daze. The side of her face burned and throbbed as she ran a tongue along the inside of her mouth, making sure she had all of her teeth while she waited for things to slowly stop teetering.

Rosa landed a solid hit, a rarity for her on this night. Glaring at Imugi she made her way over, determined to try to get something going, anything to actually build momentum. Rosa reached out with her good hand, as her left hand did look a bit swelled up.

Rosa was not going for theatrics, nothing to waste time. She had to move fast and inflict a massive amount of punishment in little time. She grabbed Imugi by the throat, hell bent in lifting her straight up as high as she could before sending her crashing down, hoping to choke slam the little pest as hard as she could.

That sucked.

The thing about Rosa's punch was how much it didn't even feel like a punch. Shed been punched before, in this very ring no less. Knuckles on flesh, bad on normal occasions. This wasn't that. With a buffed-up bruiser that took 'holding back' as more of a suggestion, it was like having a brick chucked at her face. It took her for a spin and left her on the ropes, but it wasn't like she'd forgotten how it landed in the first place.

Rosa wasn't the typical meathead she had to roll around with. She was mean, she was nasty, and now she was catching on. Cool.

Imugi wasn’t in much of a spot to do anything about that though. Before she had an inch to catch her breath, Rosa sought to snatch it right from her. Her eyes shot wide when her meaty grip seized her throat. Her hands went to the woman’s burly forearm as she was lifted up, gagging in an attempt to wrench free from her. That all ceased when she was slammed to the canvas, her mouth wide open and echoing a wordless choke as her body arched and seized off the floor. She couldn’t move, only staring out at the hazy world around her with the sound turning hollow.

That chokeslam felt so good.... so damn good. However Rosa again wasn't wasting time. Inugi was tough, bitnshe was down. Rosa wanted to go for a pin, using her weight to flatten Imugi while her opponent was still dazed. If she were surprised by the attempt she wouldn't know what was going on until the count began. Rosa grinned as she laid down across Imugi, hooking a leg as the referee slid in to place!

"ONE!"

Rosa held her breath, her body tense. Was this it?

Imugi was taking it as a really bad sign that she was being pinned again already.

Wasn’t like getting thrown around was a foreign concept to her. With someone her size and build, it was natural that people would try to take advantage of that from time to time in the roughest, worst way possible.

But Rosa always found a way to add some extra spice into things. A little bit of bang for her buck, taking things the extra mile with that body made of iron and perpetual bitch face she had slapped onto her face. All that translated to more pain for the Korean, as much as possible. Imugi came up, Imugi came down, Imugi splattered all around.

The Latina wasted no time in taking advantage of her unfortunate position. She came down quick and hooked her leg, planting her massive weight over the idol. By the time Imugi started to gain some awareness of the world around her, the first count was already gone, and the world was watching with baited breath.

“TWO!”

“TH-!”

With a buck of sprightly energy, the petite fighter kicked out from under the brawler. It did little more than that. People cheered at the sight, but fell silent just as quickly when they saw their idol continue to lay there, almost unaware that she’d just saved herself. Practically sleeping in the presence of a dangerous giant that wanted nothing more than to tear her apart.

Not how she would have chose to spend her Saturday night.

Rosa looked down in shock at Imugi. How did she kick out?! Rosa hated to give credit to the woman but she hit hard, fought smart and was exceedingly durable. However, Rosa would never ever let Imugi know that she thought highly of her. Instead Rosa got up and hammered down stomps onto Imugi's abdomen as hard as she could to continue to soften the small woman while venting her various frustrations out! "You! Are! Not! Supposed! To! Kick! Out!" Rosa screamed one word for each stomp she used to try to crush Imugi into paste!