Something Sweet

Staring forward as she stretched from side to side, Ellie replayed her game plan over in her mind. She had given this match a great deal of thought, even accounted for what may be lapses in her judgement. In the end though she would come out on top… on paper that was always easy to say. Her last performance had left doubts in her mind as she recalled the ease in which the redhead had been able to work her over. She had to catch herself from smiling just a bit, not pleased with accepting any part of her past failure. When the doors opened again she sprang upright and folded her arms to look the part of a serious competitor and mean mug a bit.

A new take on her older look that didn't do much to hide anything about Rose. She had half hoped to be given a small break in this department but it made sense that the sultry woman would make full use of her assets. Ellie was already blushing as she stared, swallowing hard as Rose approached. Why did it have to be so skimpy? Why did it have to be so tight? Why did it have to be so hot? She was most certainly eyeing the other woman up closely while shifting uncomfortably.

"I don't approve." Ellie said in a huff. She would have preferred, at least on a professional level, that Rose wear something less scandalous. This attire made her difficult to engage, at least how the rookie wanted to for the match. In all her unhelpful oogling however, one thing stood out to her, an opportunity to be exploited. Here on the mats, those heels of Rose wouldn't do her any favors. It had nothing to do with skill or balance but the give of their fighting surface. She would have to keep that in mind and stay a bit more mobile and take advantage of that.

Ellie brought her arms up and out, flexing her fingers as she dropped down into her grappling stance. Carefully she circled Rose with a determined furrowed brow, making sure she moved at the same place of the other woman's gait to keep them at a standstill of distance. She was all focused… when the music started. It caused her to jump and break form, looking about the room before finding the source of the music. She frowned, shooting Rose one of her adorable pouts that spoke to being thrown another curve ball. All these variables and surprises… they messed with her plan.

She needed to do things strategically, carefully… but the music was making it hard to move at the pace she wanted as she sunk into the rhythm of its beat. No sooner had Rose issued her order than Ellie charged in. She reached out, trying to clamp down hard with a simple lockup with the other woman. Rather that fight to overpower, she tried going for control and balance, keeping a low stance to try and make the other woman on heels have to lean forward into the grapple and sacrifice leverage. She was feeling aggressive, helped along by the tempo of the music. If she got the other hand she would try and charge forward like a bull, trying to plow into Rose and ram her up against one of the walls.

”Yes, you do.” Rose flipped her hair back and had a small laugh at Ellie’s review on her attire, noting the blush, the awkward looks, the blood racing under her skin. She had been of two minds on whether to go with this attire or not, fully aware of the disadvantages it posed, but seeing enough upsides to outweigh. Ellie had been uncomfortable the last time thanks to her attire, drawn to it from the start, so there was a certain sense in targeting that weakness. An economy to it. Even with a hit to her mobility, she would be able overcome whatever strategy Ellie thought was in her favor.

Would that theory prove correct? It was a matter of conjecture, and that alone was enough to excite her to no end.

Match Type: Private Match
Victory Conditions:Victory by pinfall, submission, or knockout, working on an honor system. No DQ

Rose had thought Ellie would be the cautious, calculating sort that she’d come to expect out the Briton, taking her time from the opening shot and playing it safe. That assumption was shattered the moment the match started, however, as Ellie made a fearless charge right towards her. While she was a woman who prided herself on not being caught off guard, this was definitely one of those rare times, and she was just barely able to settle into a proper fighting stance by the time they collided.

She grunted, both from pain and surprise, as her foe drove into her hard and attempted to push her back. Attempted and succeeded, staying low and making the whole thing awkward, making Rose’s superior strength count for less than usual. She tried to plant her foot down and stop the forward march, but there was simple no avoiding it - Ellie rammed her hard and slammed her up against the nearest wall, making her wince as she dealt with the pain.

A good start. But only that. Time to retaliate.

Ellie was close now, but Rose tried to push her back, looking to make some space between them. She wouldn’t be able to get much like this, and she wasn’t aiming for much - she just wanted enough for her to raise her knee and shoot it into the Briton’s stomach, hoping to steal some wind from her sails.

In a fair exchange she knew Rose was the stronger woman, there was no denying that. Strength however, wasn't everything. Angles, momentum, leverage, they all played a huge part of controlling a space against another wrestler. So when she charged the redhead with a head full of steam she did so with a mark of confidence even after they locked in. She was able to guide the exchange and it wasn't long before she was forcing the domme back to slam her into the wall. Only then did Ellie square up, trying to lean forward to keep Rose pinned in.

When Rose pushed back, assisted by having a solid surface to work from it was a reminder of just how strong she was. Ellie stumbled back two steps, during her footing just in time to catch a solid knee to the body that threatened to lurch her forward into a bend. Instead she stomped a foot down and pushed forward to try and reaffirm her pinning of Rose to the wall, using the other woman to keep her up while she regained her breath. The problem here was she didn't have a good course of action to make use of the wall past the initial slam. If she started slugging it out with Rose the other woman would outright destroy her.

She decided to take a calculated risk. Fingers digging down more oppressively as she waited for what would hopefully be Rose trying to push her back again to Regina some control. Prepared this time, she wouldn't fight it and instead allow herself to be thrown. Her intention was to drop backwards, using her weight and momentum to drag Rose along with her. With a quick fuck of her legs and an outward thrust she would kick her boot out when she hit the mats to try and jam them up into the redhead to send her flying with a monkey flip.

Rose’s eyes widened when Ellie took that knee in stride, continuing her onslaught. It had been a solid hit, sinking in deep to a vulnerable place. While she wasn’t quite as good a strike as Thorn, she could put more than enough power into her strikes to drop most opponents with a blow like that. It should’ve had an effect. A bigger one. But not, the Briton was on her a moment later, more determined than ever. It was a little inspiring, really. And troubling.

But she wasn’t worried, not yet. Ellie had her against the wall, but keeping her there, that would be something else entirely. All she had to do was plant her feet, push forward, assert her superior strength, and…

And that wasn’t going to happen the way she wanted.

Rose realized what was happening when Ellie turned her pushing into pulling, but she also realized there wasn’t anything she could do about it. She was sent careering up and over, and gravity did its work from there, dropping her hard on her back. Not the least bit pleasant.

She threw her body forward after the impact and moved to her feet, rising far faster than anyone would ever think a woman in her outfit could do - but not all that fast, really. She was at a disadvantage and spun about with her arms up, defensive, hoping she would be ready for whatever came her way next...but feeling she likely wouldn’t be.

She was right to rethink this as holding Rose up against the wall wasn't something she could properly make work for her and it seemed as though the redhead knew that. Thought processes synched up, it made the rookie's choice to fall back execute as well as she could hope. In one clean motion she went from danger to dynamo, rolling up onto her shoulders to send her opponent flying as if she were nearly weightless. All it took was a teeter back the way she came to look back up in no time flat, whirling about to continue the attack.

To her surprise after only the bounce of meat hitting the mat, Rose was already getting up. She couldn't squander this momentum. Any room to breath, even the smallest crack in her offense would be exploited by this woman and turned against her to grind the match down to a slow pace where the redhead could work methodically to pick her apart. She leaned forward, pumping her arms to close the gap with a breakneck run, trying to beat out any defensive footing her opponent could muster. She was on the clock so failure here could end in failure.

"Hah!" Springing forth the rookie threw her knees forward, straightening herself out horizontal in the air while being jettisoned towards Rose. Her toned legs came together in a unified motion, snapping forward in a sharp dropkick aimed right at the redheads chest. The target was so big she was likely to hit but she had more than boobs on the mid. The best way to topple a beast was to take them off balance so that was exactly what she wanted to do but this time she had her weight behind the powerful kick and the hope she could floor her for long enough to make this work or her.

Rose had been going into this with a simple plan - dominate. That was probably more of a goal than a real strategy, now that she had some serious thought on it, but it seemed like the right way to lean into things. Ellie had cravings that she could take advantage of as a seductress, and she had banked on those to carry her through. A solid assumption, but as she was learning after being flung about like that, Ellie was of a mind to exceed expectations.

The Ellie she had faced before was more hesitant, less aggressive, more thoughtful. This one, however, had some real fire to her. When Rose stood back up and turned around, she’d brought her arms up in a cross, thinking that would be enough for whatever Ellie would come at her with, short of a dropkick. To her dismay, that turned out to be her plan. ”Damn-”

The Briton was smaller, shorter, but she could put some deceptive power into her dropkick thanks to the impeccable form she fired it with. Rose had all of a half-second to admire that before it connected with her arms, striking her with enough force to send her into the nearby wall. The room shook with her impact, and when she landed, falling down to one knee, she had to do a quick look over her shoulder - no, the wall wasn’t crack. Good, the last thing she wanted was to deal with repairs over this.

Gritting her teeth, she brought her focus back to Ellie and started to push up, but it was a slow process. Arduous. Taxing. With the match being so young, that was hardly a good sign.

There had been some trepidation going into this match. Aside from the unfamiliar backdrop of Rose's home, she was facing a woman who had handily dispatched her in the ring, without question. The domme was not only physically strong, but undeniably skilled but there was more to her advantages than that. It was impossible to ignore someone like Rose. Her extreme but pleasing curvature, the sleek sheen of her choice of attire, and that wild mane of red hair that had the rookie slightly jealous with how it always seemed to fall in a seductive way regardless of the domme's current state. She had this uncanny ability to make Ellie want to be close to her regardless of the innate danger involved for her match prospects. Here however, her momentum had given her a leg up. She had built up so much steam that pushing those tiny longing thoughts out and focusing seemed easy... well, easier.

The drop kick was solid, she felt the strike on hard bone rather than her opponents soft, bountiful bosom. It served its purpose all the same, giving her distance as she landed in a practiced position on her side, peering back at the staggered Rose. With a quick flop to her stomach she pushed her body up, tucking her legs under her to pop to her feet with an easy spring. There was no quarter here, letting the redhead stand for a fair contest in grappling wouldn't favor her in the least. Charging forward she aimed to catch the domme unprepared, clamping down on her shoulders to opponent her from rising easily. With a tug, she swung her body to pull the other woman into a side headlock with her back to Rose's shoulder.

"I told you to take me seriously." With a harrumph Ellie would give the hold a painful crank as she tried to force Rose to her feet in an awkward bent position. She was mindful of giving the other woman time to rally and solid footing, opting to move forward and her along to keep her off balance. No amount of time was wasted as she moved from one more to the other, making the simple hold as punishing as she could until the redhead had been forced up. Breaking into a sudden run, she took long strides before leaping up, attempting to pull her into another simple move rarely seen, a bulldog, and lay the woman out flat on her chest.

Rose was confident. As a dominatrix, that came with the territory - it was hard to control others when you could scarcely get a handle on yourself, impossible to be a mistress to slave when you weren’t your own. But she liked to think she had a good grasp on her own abilities, and could step far back enough to realize her fault. She didn’t think she was perfect, she just had to make others believe she thought that way.

That in mind, she had to be honest with her progress here - Ellie was going to be more of a challenge than she had originally suspected. Far, far more.

If that hadn’t been made evident from the outset, it was crystal clear now. The woman was wise, not letting her advantage go to waste - Rose thought she might have a moment to breath, but that idea was nixed when the Briton came in and clamped down on her, catching her with a tight headlock.

”Duly noted.” Rose tried to keep some calm in her voice, wanted to maintain that same seductive allure she always lathered her words with, but she couldn’t keep some of her irritation from slipping through. Wanting to be free, she started to push her way out of Ellie’s grasp, looking to make some separation between them. It might have worked, too, if she’d had enough time. As it turned out, however, she didn’t.

She gasped as she was yanked forward, forced to run on wobbling feet and pulled into the air. She brought her hands up to try and cushion the fall, but that could only do so much with their combined weight - her face was rammed hard on the mats, shaking the room with their impact. Her world thoroughly rocked, Rose laid flat on the mat, still for a couple of seconds, before she started to groggily push her way back up.

Bounding steps carried Ellie forward before taking flight, guiding Rose along with her for the rise. While the rookie came down on her backside, she had thrown Rose forward and shoved her downward into the mats hard with all the weight she could transfer. The impact was louder than expected, almost startling her by how visceral the mats were on flesh, echoing in the mostly hollow room. It was a satisfying sound that added to her growing sense of empowerment as she worked to slay her own personal monster. She was beaming with pride, looking over as the redhead's own momentum had been ground to a halt.

Ellie rolled herself up onto her knees beside Rose, throwing her own weight forward into the domme to slam her shoulder into her, user her body to bowl the other woman over onto her back. Planting her palms on the mats, she pushed up and off the ground in a short hop trying to throw her body across the other woman in a small body splash. Reaching out beside her, she slipped her hands along the other woman's thigh, feeling a small shudder run up her spine at the feel of the material and the fullness of Rose's leg. With a tug she leaned to the side to hook the extremity, going for an early cover.

"One..." Ellie used her free hand to clap the mat, a bit delayed since she forgot they had no referee on hand. Even in sparring they sometimes had a third person on hand to call the match but not here tonight.

Ellie was the smaller woman between them, but she was a solid thing. Not a bodybuilder by any means, but she had a form that most women would be envious, and not just because of those impressive assets she seemed so blissfully aware. Rose had felt those muscles, had sampled the kind of form that only came from rigorous training and a diligent diet. While she had the power advantage between them, she was willing to bet that the Briton had a superior BMI.

That made it all the more painful when she slammed into her, like some cute, white-haired wrecked ball. She was thrown over on her back, and before she could even start to rise, Ellie was dropping down on her from above, smashing her body into the mat. It made her throw her legs up, gasping as the air was pushed out of her body. She couldn't anything to stop her leg being grabbed, nor the count that started up right after.

Ellie got the first count in, and was just about to bring it down again when Rose straightened her body up and raised her shoulder, breaking the pin. She gave her foe a hard shove and rolled back over to her shoulder, breathing hard as she side-eyed the other woman. Clever girl. Clever, clever.

”Okay, Ellie.” She had a labored laugh as her wild hair slipped along her face. ”You have my full attention.”