Making an Impression

In retrospect, she probably should have considered that while Rose was too far off to help physically, nothing stopped her from assist through other means. Her cocksure expression bent into one of regret as Thorn locked eyes on her. The last thing she wanted to be on a head on crash course with this woman but it seemed like that was how it was going to be. She had to believe in her plan. Faltering now was going to get her trampled. She lunged forward, giving up on trying to tackle the larger woman outside of the ring and setting for…

A knee tight to her face.

Ellie yelped like a dog put down behind the farmhouse, head snapping backwards with the violent impact. The rookie had a brief moment where she dropped on all fours, looking as though she had somehow surprised the blow. Her body gave one small shudder, a hand slowly reaching out before she crumpled face down onto the mat.

Lyla had been watching intently. She loved it when Ellie got assertive with other people, which wasn't nearly enough. The thought of Thorn and her friend grappling had her a bit excited, not that she would ever tell that to her partner. It all ended in a very anticlimactic way though, with Thorn clobbering the other woman with one nasty knee strike that had Lyla cringing for different reasons this time.

"Christ above." She murmured under her breath, craning her neck to check to see how bad Ellie was. The girl wasn't moving, just sort of in a small sad like in the middle of the ring. Her lips bunched up to one corner of her mouth in a facial expression of disappointment. Cupping her hand on either side of her mouth she shouted across the way at Thorn. "Boooo! Lame!"

From across the ring, Rose clicked her tongue as Thorn’s knee collided with Ellie’s face, hitting with enough force to make an audible crack. Bone against bone, one of her nastiest attacks driven into a foe that was coming at her head on, without an ounce of protection. That was destined to be nasty, no way around it.

A frown had been setting in before, but now it was gone, and her usual smirk was in its proper place. This was starting to look a lot more like the match she’d wanted. She leaned over the ropes and giggled, wanting to get the best view of the carnage.  ”Everyone has a plan, until…”

”...they get punched in the mouth.” Or a knee, in this case, but the spirit of the quote still applied. Thorn stood up and stretched her chest out as the crowd’s jeers came in, decrying her foe shutting down their heroine like that. Not surprising, and she didn’t have a bit of shame over it. She hadn’t even cheated, and she damn sure wasn’t going to apologize for putting the kibosh on someone who’d just tried to tackle her out of the ring. Mess with the bull, you get the horns, and don’t blame the bull for it.

Still, she wasn’t 100% thrilled about Lyla’s reaction, even if it made sense for her to be upset about Lyla getting mauled. No way around it, Thorn just hoped what came next didn’t dampen the mood for later. ”Sorry, sugar tits.” She shrugged and blew a kiss Lyla’s way. ”Nothing personal, just business.”

And it was time she got back to the business. Thorn looked back to her corner and saw Rose curling a finger her way, showing a clear signal. Thorn had been doing most of the work, and while she wasn’t exactly in bad shape, there was no reason for her to keep going and risk pushing things too hard. Rose was fresh and ready and eager to get a piece of Ellie. Best to let her have a turn.

Reaching down, she grabbed Ellie’s lifeless body by the hair and roughly hauled her up, throwing her over her shoulder with a fireman’s carry. Like a huntress bringing home her meal for the day, she carried her opponent across the ring towards Rose, getting her as far away from Lyla as possible.

There wasn't a dignified way to get your head knocked off. No real way to safe face if you are left drooling on the mat with the world spinning around you in a dizzying array of colors. It was possible that the garbled mess of muttered sounds Ellie made while on the mat had been a sentence once, but even the greatest of decoders should find it impossible to derive meaning from it.

She didn't really stir, even as she was roughly hoisted up. Handled like more of a life sized doll that a person, she was limply slung up and over Thorn's shoulder. Her light lithe frame fitting snugly in place as if it belonged atop The giant all this time. The rookie hadn't given any signs of resistance until Thorn had started the journey, but when it did come it was a kick of her legs so meager that anyone but Thorn may have mistaken it for just the natural away of her body with each of the Aussie's strides.

Lyla considered running in to slice Thorn's knees out from under her after that. Poetic justice or something. It would be bad sportsmanship though. There was an acceptable time and place for interference and that lives in defense of a partner in the case of pinfall or submission. Yeah, that sucked, but she knew that even Ellie wouldn't have wanted her to get in there to avenge her like that. So she rested an arm on the turnbuckle, annoyed at her inability to do anything.

She shouldn't really blame Thorn for defending herself like that, but she did. Lyla was pretty sure everyone in this match it save for Ellie really understood how stilted things were in this ring. The Irish woman was almost certain the big woman could have made more of a show of things without blowing Ellie's head off. That might just be her own bias talking though, or perhaps a bit of jealousy. Some part of her had wished she had never really met Ellie so they could have wrestler opposite her as a stranger. Her friend was the sort of girl she would have loved to work over and play with.

Getting to know Ellie had ruined that. It had put her under a strict no fly list as far as the Irish woman was concerned, even if she had wanted to slip into her pants from time to time. She had too much respect for her partner to try anything like that now, even if she didn't show it. Rose and Thorn didn't know how lucky they were to not be burdened with that. From the sidelines, she had wanted to live vicariously through them when unable to assist. Unable to really have it out with her friend the way she wanted, watching seemed like a distant but acceptable second place.

"Wasn't even a kangaroo kick! Off brand bollocks!" But instead she found herself taking place in needing the team opposite her. She voiced her disappointment in a more tactile form of spitting sarcastic quips. If she couldn't work the crowd by doing cool moves or getting groped in the ring, she might as well make some people laugh. "Boooooo! Return to sender on the boomerang express!"

Lyla’s comment got a full laugh from both Rose and Thorn, such a big one that it almost made the bigger woman drop Ellie. She couldn’t have known, but the two of them actually had a bit of a discussion along those lines when they were developing Thorn’s signature moves, with Cynthia wanting to go throw in a few Austrailian themed attacks - Boomerang, Kangaroo Kick, One on the Barbie. It took Rose a good hour to convince her of how lame that would be and get her to stick with the dominatrix theme.

She straightened up, readjusted, keeping Ellie’s lifeless body secure on her shoulders. ”Sorry, love, can’t be predictable. The dropkick I floored you with was close enough!”

Thorn shook her rump at Lyla, giving her a little show before she focused back on her partner and reached the other side. ”Special delivery. Where do you want her?”

Rose, who was still having a giggle, managed to get it under control and looked Lyla over, considering the next move. They could have hit her with a tag move, but it honestly seemed pointless right now. She was still dead to the world, barely conscious. They probably could’ve gotten a pin out of her, really, but that would end things far too quickly for her liking. This was nowhere near the spectacle she wanted.

Besides, the woman owed her an apology. Rose would either get it or go down trying.

”Tree of Woe.” She scooped up her riding corp and tagged Thorn, legally entering the match for the first time. ”Do you remember how to set it up?”

Thorn nodded and set to work, sliding Ellie off her shoulders and holding her upside down with ease. She leaned against the cover, pressing against her body to keep her in place, and secured her legs underneath the turnbuckle, crossing one over the other. With that done, she stepped back to admire her work - sure enough, Ellie hung upside, her lavender hair draped on the floor. ”Viola.” She threw her hand up in a flourish. “Have fun, red.”

”I shall.” Rose came through the ropes, licking her lips as she took in the sight of Ellie’s dangling body, and what a sight it was. She had to wonder if the woman was aware of just how sexy her outfit was. For such a prude, the leotard did an amazing job of showing off her body, her legs in particular. Plenty of her own clients had gotten off on her wearing similar things. Had she been wearing panties underneath? Anything to cover up? Rose couldn’t remember seeing anything, but she knew how to check.

Rose gave Lyla a devilish smile from across the ring, both to taunt and make sure she wasn’t about to try anything, and reached out for Ellie’s body with the crop, poking it between her legs. She ran it down the thighs, nice and light, and came all the way to her pussy, pressing against it and tracing its outline through the fabric. Circling it, nudging it, sliding it down the middle. Gentle, delicate, loving attention that was all but guaranteed to get a priceless reaction from Ellie. And everyone else for that matter. ”Ellie.” She cooed like a lover in the morning. ”Wake up, wake up, wake up…”

Lyla has wanted to catcall Thorn at that wiggle of her backside but thought it would be in pretty poor taste considering the state of Ellie. It was fine to take lighthearted jabs and still com across as being supportive, but openly flirting while they were about to dismantle her partner was a very bad look.

"Not even "The Dropkick from Downunder", what a complete rip!" Instead she lifted herself up onto the middle rope, hand planted on the turnbuckle and stuck out her own rear, giving it a slap in their general direction.

Someone as strong as Thorn had little issue handling the dead weight that was Ellie, positioning her legs under the top rope so she dangled perfectly in a tree of woe. Her cascading pigtails and arms hung low enough to touch the ground, looking almost serene in her near sleep like state.

Ellie was a bit thicker than her partner be it in muscle or female endowment. She didn't carry herself like Lyla though, no real want to exploit her natural curvature. Her attire had been born out of tradition, simplicity, and getting the most for her money. It stood up to Rose's stress test quite well. The only real downfall it had was that of it's flinging nature. It left nothing to the imagination really.

From the brief encounter the two had shared on the outside, Rose would have gathered Ellie didn't have panties on underneath. It was safe to assume the same could be said about a bra as well, though that was a bit more obvious with how her breasts showed their lack of undergarment support while she was hung upside down.

When Rose looked to Lyla, the Irish woman gestured to her eyes with two fingers, then back to rose with only one. A universal threat she would be watching. It didn't seem as though she was going to interfere just yet, but given Bangarang's dynamic, it was safe to assume if Rose went too hard with Ellie or the other rookie pleaded for her assistance, Lyla would definitely become a problem. If Rose wanted full access, she was going to have to do something about the Irish girl too.

Ellie stirred softly with a light groan, fidgeting as the riding crop gliding along her exposed thighs. The folded end of leather more firmly pressed to her crotch, soothingly massaging her covered sex had already started to cause a hot red hue to grace her cheeks. The rookie let out a quiet moan to the gentle affection. She didn't seem fully aware of her situation, still recovering from Thorn's knee strike.

Her eyes fluttered open, lidded as she stared down at Rose's legs. She had trouble understanding why she liked to hear this woman she disliked say her name… her tone was different now. Something about it was very welcoming. Ellie shifted slightly in place, trying to squirm free only to find she was snagged on something, not yet piecing together how she was dangling. Wiggling however had only made things worse, brushing up against the riding crop even more… this time she moaned, Ellie heard herself reacting and became flushed instantaneously with embarrassment.

"S-stop. This... This isn't wrestling." The rookie reached out to grasp at Rose's leg, half pawing half pushing at the other woman. Her words were one of denial, but as her attire was again proving she could do very little to hide within it. Tiny visible nubs poked at the fabric over her chest, only now just starting to rise.

Rose hadn’t been blind to it before, but now that she had time to view Ellie’s body up close, she could fully appreciate all the ‘gifts’ the woman had been blessed with. Round, pleasing hips. Long, sinewy legs, with just the right amount of muscle. And those breasts! She and Thorn had a larger pair, but they were larger women, it was hardly a fair comparison. On body ratio, she might’ve well been the most stacked woman in the ring right now, which made that stick up her butt a real tragedy. Most of the hentai division would’ve killed for a figure like this.

But, oh well. If Ellie didn’t know what to do with, Rose and Thorn did.

It didn’t take too much coaxing to get her back to reality, expertly working her over with the riding crop and making that lovely skin of hers grow red once again. Priceless as that was, it was nothing compared to the moan she got from this honeyed lips, her own voice betraying her along with the rest of her body. ”There you are…”

Rose brought the crop down and started tracing those pert nipples, poking so hard they looked like they could burst out of the outfit, but she had to pause and laugh at Ellie’s assertion. A cruel, mocking chuckle. ”This isn’t wrestling?” She brought her leg forward, easily pushing past those flailing arms, and poked Ellie in the face with the tip of her boot. ”Do you not know what league you’re in, dear?”

As if to emphasize the point, Thorn reached over from the apron and ran one hand over Ellie’s cheek, getting a good feel for the flesh. She only paused to pull at the fabric and drive it deeper between the cheeks, giving her more ass to caress, and then it was right back to groping. At the same time, though, she executed a more practical maneuver and planted her foot down on one of Ellie’s pigtails from underneath the bottom rope, pinning it to the floor and further locking her down.

Rose sighed and stepped back, swatting her riding crop against the top rope as she did to make a nice crack. It had been a little while since she’d used this particular tool, but her form seemed in top shape. ”Now, about that apology you said you’d never give me.” She drew her arm back and scanned Ellie’s body, taking in all the potential targets. ”Let’s see if I can’t change your mind.”

And with that, Rose proceeded to unleash hell on Ellie’s body, lashing into her with the crop at full tilt, laying into her with blow after blow. None of them would do real damage - it was a toy, at the end of the day, and she was trained to use it for safe impact play. But that distinction would probably be lost on her target. Each strike was precise, evading all attempts to block. If Ellie tried to protect her legs, Rose would strike her right on the nipple. If she covered her chest, a blow would go to the long, luscious legs. All the while, Thorn’s boot would make any attempt to jerk her body upwards futile, yanking on her hair and adding more pain to the mix.

Pure punishment. Rose and Thorn’s bread and butter.

Ellie bit down on her lip while Rose toured her body with the chop, not seeking to know what to do with herself. Her confliction was clear enough as she twisted to try and why away from Rose's affections even as she perked even further. Once it had become too much for her she finally reached her arms up to cross them over her chest in an effort to protect herself.

She winced preemptively as Rose's boot came in, eyes squinted as she waited for the kick that didn't really come her way. Her nose squinched up at the judge though. She tried to pull herself up with strength in her legs and back alone but the harsh tug of her trapped hair stopped her. The realization of just how vulnerable she was right at this moment finally hitting her.

The rookie's body tensed at the firm hand moving over her backside, surrendering one of her arms across her chest to reach up and try to undo what Thorn was doing as she tugged her leotard tight so it slipped between her butt cheeks. This was bad, so bad! Her face reddened guiltily at Thorn's touch. Her palm was strong, firm, but the rubbing of her rear felt… really nice.

Ellie jumped at the crack of the chop across the rope, letting out a lousy "eep" unintentionally. Her eyes narrowed trying to keep an air of seriousness in glaring up at Rose that cracked a bit each time Thorn gave her another nice one rub. "I'm not scared of you." She practically spit defiance which she seemed to believe in fully despite being in no place to defend herself.

With nowhere to run, no real escape in sight and deep within enemy lines one could argue it was stupid for Ellie to deny Rose what she wanted. The rookie however, was resolute in not caving in demands and threats. In that way, her and Lyla found unlikely common ground where her straight laced nature and the Irish girls rebel streak could agree on something.

While an admirable quality, it didn't serve her well in this match. The crop snapped against her body over and over. At first she had tried to defend herself, trying to guard where she had just been struck or try to anticipate where it was coming next. She twisted and jerked, wincing at each crack of the crop across her tender body and each painful self imposed yank of her hair from under Thorn's boot.

Once she understood that her struggles were fruitless she had just closed her eyes tight and pulled her arms in to span the length of her body, trying to cover up as much as possible and bear the pain. She cried out and even whimpered at points, all to make a stand for what amounted to nothing. Just when someone thought she would break, the rookie shook her head and composed herself, believing in the lie that Rose would eventually stop.

Only she didn't. Even Lyla was surprised by how long Ellie was holding out. She knew her friend was a woman of principle but there were far better hills to die on than apologising for calling someone a witch… or was it something else. She still couldn't remember. As uncomfortable as it was to watch Rose whipping her partner, she couldn't deny it was pretty attractive. Rose's demeanor of authority and the way Ellie twisted and squirmed, showing herself off unintentionally. Did that make her a bad friend? She wasn't certain.

"Sorry! S-sorry, I'm sorry!" Just when everyone on hand thought this would go on for the rest of the match, Ellie finally gave in. Lyla breathed a soft sigh of relief in her corner. The rookie opened one watery eyes, moved to near tears from the sting of Rose's weapon of choice. She let out shallow ragged breaths, waiting, hoping, for the pain to subside. "J-just stop. Please."

Thorn was probably the only other woman in this arena who could have appreciated it, but Rose was really  taking a lot of care with Ellie. Too many dommes were careless with the riding crop, just striking wherever. It was safer than a bullwhip, less chance of it flailing off and hitting something unintended, but there was still the chance of it doing real harm in careless hands. Rose made sure to avoid the face, never hitting above the neck, and targeted better protected spots on her body, preferring the areas with the most muscle. It would hurt, yes, but the most Ellie would get was some mild red marks in the morning. By this time tomorrow, all the lingering pains would be gone.

A shame that Ellie wouldn’t appreciate it, though. Then again, she doubted the woman had the mental faculties for that at the moment, anyway.

How long did their little session last? A minute? Two? It felt longer to Rose even though she knew it couldn’t have been that drawn out, and she could only imagine how it felt to Ellie herself. Pain had a way of drawing things out, after all, whether you were on the giving or receiving end. How many times had a session gone into overtime because she got lost in the moment, too drawn in by the play to remember the clock.

”Know! A harsh bite, right on the upper thigh.

”Your!” Right on the bellybutton, there.

”Place!” And that one hit the tender underside of Ellie’s breast, making it dance.

It was almost hypnotic, watching Ellie’s supple body dance about, jiggling like a worm on the hook. Sweat began to run make its way down Rose’s body, both from the exertion and the heat of the moment, as her own juices began to flow, getting lost in the ecstasy, wrapped up in the lust of it all. It must have begun to reach that uncomfortable place, though, because she could see the look in Thorn’s eyes after every stroke, the slightest sign of a nervous twitch. Much as she hated it, she knew Ellie was too stubborn to really apologize, and she was ready to stop beating this dead horse after a certain amount of time had passed. Looked like they were about at that point, so…

Rose froze in mid-stroke when she heard Ellie’s pleas, her surprise cutting through the dominant cover for a moment. She sighed and exchanged a quick, soft glance with Thorn, nodding at her foot, and her partner complied with the unspoken request right away - she brought her foot aside, freeing Ellie’s pigtails. Rose handed the crop off to her as well, making sure that their victim could see it and get some relief. Her time in the corner would be coming to an end.  

Soon. There was one more thing they had to do, here.

”See? That wasn’t so hard.” She crouched down, getting as close to Ellie’s eye level as she could without dropping to her knees. ”Insolence has to be punished, you understand. But obedience? I like that. I can reward that.” She reached out and cradled Ellie’s head, wiping away her tears with a mother’s touch and smile. Slowly, calmly, gently, she began to stand, lifting her opponent’s upper body along with her. ”I’m going to get back to the match in a moment, don’t worry. But before we do, there’s something I need to give you. Something you deserve.”

Rose licked her lips, getting them nice and moist, and dove in without any further preamble, pressing her lips to Ellie’s in a passionate kiss. Rough, wild, and forceful, she embraced her without an ounce of hesitation, even plunging in with her tongue and letting it roam around the rookie’s mouth. She closed her eyes, losing herself in it, injecting pleasure straight into the woman’s body and savoring every second of it. Rose would be hammering Ellie across the ring in only a few seconds, but before that happened, she wanted to give Ellie her own little slice of heaven. Her own ‘special treatment.

Ellie was already narrowing her open eye like an animal waiting for it's angry master to strike it again, but it never came. She tried to look tough, stay strong, but the soft sniffle that escaped her broke a lot of that illusion outright. There was some manner of relief in her watery eyes when the crop had been passed off and away, though the good grace of no longer being whipped didn't travel for very far.

When Rose crouched down to her, Ellie instinctively shied away, shrinking defensively as the woman spoke to her in a soft tone. It sounded so genuine, so sweet, but she wasn't fooled. This was a trap of some sort. She just wanted to make her think things were safe before kicking her in the face or something… she winced as Rose's thumb gently moved beneath her eye, wiping away the faint trickle of tears that had been blinked along the side of her face.

As she was lifted up slightly, there was a look of confusion on her face, having a clear lack of understanding of what Rose was doing or why she was suddenly being so nice. Where were the strings being pulled? Her Bright eyes shifted nervously between Thorn and Rose, like a cornered animal seeking some sort of place to scurry of to.

"Mmmmffph!" Ellie's eyes went wide as Rose locked lips with her. Twisting and flailing at first in complete protest. She reached out with her hands, trying to push Rose away but found herself palming something soft that had too much give to really shove Rose back… still she tried, leaning in a bit to push but it just sank beneath her fingers.

Was that her boob?!

Ellie's face burned red when she figured out that she had just gotten a handful of the other womans chest, recoiling her hands, unsure how to fight back without accidentally getting her fill of the woman. She tucked back her tongue with her mouth as the domme invaded, trying to slip it from side to side to avoid contact but that was proving to be impossible as the other woman hunted it down.

The longer they were as one, a curious thing began to happen. That fiery that burned so deeply in her eyes was fading. Her frantic struggling settled… she closed her eyes tightly at first, but those too softened. The rookie had gone silent, listening to the hungry sounds of Rose devouring her lips and feeling her now for the first time as she was intended. Her head tilted ever so slightly to the side. Chin nudging up just a bit to take part in the kiss a little bit… just to try it out…

Why'd it have to feel so good?

She moaned softly into the sultry redhead's lips as she eased her resistances on all fronts, letting Rose take her on whatever journey she wanted. Her thighs came together tightly, trying to hold back that feeling of want that was building up inside her. This didn't seem right… what would everyone else think about this if they saw… they were watching right now… but… she fought it for a bit… clearly she hadn't wanted this. They would understand if she just… let Rose have her a bit longer. After all, the woman said she deserved this. This was a reward.

The crowd seemed confused on how they should react to this, breaking down into awkward murmurs, a few cheers and catcalls all around. This whole match had been a roller coaster, with many of them wanting to be behind the clear underdogs in the fight, but wanting more of the sexiness and domination that Rose and Thorn were bringing. This was an AFW crowd, after all, and there was no delusions on what they primarily wanted to get for their money.

Thorn, for her part, knew exactly how to feel about all of this - proud. It was always a treat to see a woman like Rose in her element, and she and Ellie were making art together, whether the Brit realized it or not.

As much as it fought against her natural instincts, she stopped massaging Ellie’s butt when Rose planted that kiss, wanting nothing to distract the two of them from this smoldering moment. Rose made sure that sacrifice wasn’t in vain, either, bringing real, raw passion to their opponent’s lip, caressing her like the most intimate lover. She fought at first, but that wasn’t a surprise, and Rose adjusted for it accordingly, letting her laughs echo down Ellie’s throat as she felt all over her chest. But, soon enough, the struggles weakened, the squirming slow, and there was a hint - just a hint - of Ellie’s reluctant enjoyment. Giving instead of taking. Returning the affection.

Got you.

Tempting as it was to kiss this woman all night long, Rose had other plans, plans that both of them would like. She pulled out of the kiss, their skin peeling away from each other, her lipstick leaving its traces all over her. Rose’s eyes never left Ellie’s gaze for a moment, staring deep into the blue pools, even as she spoke. ”Thorn,” Her whisper blew hot breath right across the Briton’s face. ”Free her. If you please.”

”I do, I do.” Thorn reached over and unclasped Ellie’s legs from the Tree of Woe, careful not to overextend them in the process. When Rose had put her in this, her legs went to sleep quick, but Ellie was probably more flexible. ”She was good?”

”Sublime.” Rose gave Ellie a peck on the nose, before she lifted her upper body up and ducked down beneath her, putting them back to back. She reached up, hooking her opponent’s arms with her own, and walked out of the corner with the rookie trapped on her back, stretched out in a Gory Special - albeit, one where she wasn’t applying enough pressure to do more than restrain her. Not just yet.

She shifted a bit in the hold, making sure Ellie was secure, and began to march forward, taking her time with each step. It was a good move, hard to escape from, and rarely used, but it had a special feature that Rose was interested in: it put their heads close together and made it easy for them to talk.  ”I think you and I began on the wrong foot, Ellie. Let’s start over - I have a proposal you might like. Are you willing to hear me out?”