Sakura Matou vs. Rose - Of Human Bondage

As Rose moved in, she silently chided herself for getting this worked up. Really, she had little to complain about. She was the clear physical superior in this match, had been controlling it from the start, and there was no indication that this would be changing anytime soon. She was going to win this, they all knew, and while Sakura was a good deal hardier and more competent than she would’ve guessed, it wasn’t enough to make a real difference. This match was hers to win.

Did it matter that Sakura had managed to delay her defeat thanks to her partner? No.

Was it anymore than a minor inconvenience? No.

But Rose was a bit like a dog, in that she hated having her meal snatched away. To have this delectable morsel so close, to know she was only a scant moment away from her grasp, and to have it all snatched away, was more than enough to bring out her ire. Unfortunately for Sakura, she was going to be the target of that frustration.

She’d moved in for the kill, punishing Sakura for her impertinence, and even getting more of those precious words out of her - Rose spun about the moment she said them, expecting Thorn to call things right then and there, only to have her hopes dashed yet again”Girl has a point, babe.” Thorn wagged an admonishing figure back her way. ”The rules clearly state-”

Rose interrupted her with a long, guttural growl of frustration, as she threw her hands up and stomped back to her corner, stepping hard enough to make a few marks on the canvas with her heel. Huffing and puffing, she went back to the opposite side of the ring and leaned against the turnbuckle, folding her arms and waiting for Thorn to restart the match. Officially.

The moment her ‘partner’ threw down her hand for the signal, Rose began to march towards Sakura with outstretched arms and wiggling fingers, her face fixed hard on her target. No tricks this time, no playing around. She was going to crush this woman with her 100%, and get on to the main course.

Sakura sighed with relief at the unexpected response, glad that she hadn't just burnt her remaining chances to escape from her opponent's grasp. However, the manner in which Rose reacted, storming off to the corner like a child throwing a tantrum, made it obvious that she was very upset by the decision, and Sakura was sure that that anger would be taken out on her, both during and, more worryingly, after the match. Then, having returned to her corner, she took up a defensive stance and waited for her opponent to approach.

As the girl came towards her with outstretched hands and her fingers wiggling, however, Sakura considered her options carefully. Rose was clearly aiming to engage her in a grapple, a situation where Sakura knew she would be at a significant disadvantage. And, given how her opponent was moving and her clear anger and determination, she was unlikely to be prepared for an attack. So, as the girl came within range, Sakura launched a jab through the middle of the girl's hands, aimed straight at her nose. Then, using the momentum of the strike, she immediately followed it with a side kick aimed at the girl's chest.

Rose did her best to force a little calm into her mind, not wanting to let this situation devolve anymore than it had. Her heart settling, she stepped with a confident stride, eager to lock up with Sakura again. Once they were in contact, it would be easy enough to overpower her, bring her down to the mat, then work her over at leisure. She had little to worry about, here.

So maybe that was she so taken aback when her foe actually took the offensive initiative, charging in with a jab that had some surprising skill to back it up. Her punch landed square on Rose’s nose, not doing serious damage, but leaving her stunned, the sheer shock of the move leaving her wide open for what came next.

A kick hammered her bare chest, making her fill the room with an awkward squawk as she staggered back, high heels scratching against the mat. That hurt - really, seriously hurt - and while it was far from serious damage, it was more than enough reason for Rose to raise her hands up in a tight guard as she shook off the effects, preparing for Sakura to follow up. Thorn was the brawler of their little pair, and while Rose wasn’t exactly incompetent when it came to striking, she wasn’t sure enough in her skills to test them against Sakura. Not until she had a clearer head to work with, anyway.

Defense, then. For now.

Sakura was pleasantly surprised with the success of her attack, a smile forming on her face as her opponent staggered backwards in response to the twin strikes, clearly somewhat dazed. Recognising the opportunity to press the advantage before her opponent could get her defense set, Sakura stepped forward and began to attack. Flowing as freely as her somewhat limited training allowed, Sakura would launch into a flurry of hooks, jabs and kicks, intending to keep her opponent off-balance and maintain the initiative, whilst also being conscious of the possibility of a counter-attack.

Rose couldn’t begin to hazard a guess on who, exactly, had taught this woman how to fight, but she could say they’d done a more than passable job. A variety of punches came out - stinging hooks, puncturing jabs, shifty uppercuts - and while she held her guard well, there was no stopping a few from breaking through her defensive lines, getting smacked in the face more times than she would’ve liked.

For the record, she would’ve liked it to happen not at all.

Knowing she had to take a stand or risk losing control of this match, Rose took a step back, moving just out of her opponent’s range, only to leap back in an instant later with her foot raised and her heel going straight for Sakura’s stomach, a push kick aimed right for the solar plexus. A desperation move, she would concede, but that fact didn’t make it any less potent.

As she continued the attack without any response, Sakura's confidence grew ever-higher. Whilst most of her attacks were not landing effectively, she was still landing enough hits that she was sure that she would be slowly wearing her opponent down. Unfortunately, though, that extra confidence made her a little over-eager, and she began to neglect her defence somewhat. Enough so that, when her opponent stepped back and launched a push kick, the surprised girl was unable to do more than parry it ineffectually, the girl's heel striking it's intended target with close to full force.

Winded by the blow, Sakura instinctively grasped at her stomach, gasping for air. It wouldn't take her long to realise the danger and return to her defensive stance, however, assuming that Rose was unable to take advantage of her weakness quickly.

Rose’s heel did its job beautifully, sinking deep into Sakura’s gut and having the intended effect. Aside from just hurting this woman - something she was repeatedly coming to enjoy - it stunned her and left her open, and bent her over on top of that. Hurt. Vulnerable. Wide open. She couldn’t have asked for a better opportunity. But what to do with it?

A DDT?

An inverted suplex?

A powerbomb?

No, Rose had something in mind, something quite special. Instead of any of that, she took a step back, raised her leg up as high as she could go, and brought it down with an axe kick to the back of Sakura’s head, looking to send her to the floor with one of her signature moves: Death From Above.

Distracted by the pain from the previous blow, Sakura could do nothing to react to Rose's attack, and the heel collided with her head with full force. In response, she let out a quick moan, before collapsing to the floor like a sack of potatoes, momentarily losing consciousness from the force of the blow.

Sakura recovered quickly to find herself lying on the floor in a heap, her head foggy and aching from the blow. Slowly, she managed to stretch herself out until she was laying flat on the mat, but after that she could do little more than lie there and groan in pain. She currently felt far too dizzy to make any attempt to get to her feet, despite the danger that the still-aware part of her mind was telling her that she was in.

”Jesus.”

Thorn had a long whistle after Rose cracked Sakura’s head with the thunderous kick, laying her out in a painful instant. Even Roseherslef had to take a step back from it, nearly shocked by her own brutality...or rather, that she had to dig that deep at all. When she took this match, she’d expected a fun, easy time. No struggle. Not nearly the resistance she’d had to shut down. A definite surprise.

But she had her for now. And while it was tempting to go for the kill and force a few more stops out of her, she had an inkling to play with some of those toys first, and she knew what she had to do in order to make that happen.

She took a moment to wipe the sweat from her brow, then made her way to Sakura’s side, picking her confident stride up as she moved. She gave the woman a kick in the side, flipping her over to her back like a turtle on its shell, then brought her leg over and dropped down for a hard sit, plopping down right on her lap, as if the woman was a living beanbag.

”Now,” Rose wiggled her hips, grinding against her. ”Shall we start this relationship over? I think we got off on the wrong foot, you and I."

As Sakura's head slowly stopped spinning from the force of the blow, she looked over to her opponent, only to find the sadistic woman marching confidently towards her. Recognising the danger, Sakura tried to get to her feet, but her body simply would not respond to the command. So, she remained in place, able to do nothing more than wince as she saw Rose raise her foot, before yelping in pain as the foot connected with her side, sending her tumbling onto her back.

Sakura watched with concern as her opponent stood over her, unable to provide any meaningful resistance, before letting out a slight gasp as Rose dropped herself down onto Sakura's lap without care. She began to moan slightly with arousal as Rose ground against her, pressing their bodies together in a manner which Sakura could definitely appreciate.

Sakura knew that, sooner or later, she would need to escape from this position, but right now she felt that it was better to just relax, enjoy the sensation and let herself recover from the blow she had just suffered. Besides, Rose's words and actions implied that she was just as excited by this situation as Sakura was. If she could turn the tables and cause her opponent to orgasm instead of her, then that would put her in an advantageous position, given the rules of the fight. Or, she might be able to catch her off-guard in a few minutes, once she had fully recovered. Either way, she saw no reason not to play along with Rose's game, at least for now.

"Maybe", Sakura responded with a sultry smile, trying to arouse her opponent. "What do you have in mind, exactly?"