Something Sweet

Sinking down on top of Rose's body brought back a strange rush to her heart making it pound furiously. She could feel those nearly uncovered curves compressing against her only her own gear and a pair of suspenders between them. It brought back a hot flash to their last match, one that was hard to shake as she took in the scent of the other woman as she breathed through her nose. She tried her best to shut it out. Not look down at what lay beneath her or let her fingers unintentionally wander. The fact that they were alone here brought on a certain temptation since no one needed to know…

Before her hand came down a second time she was thrown off, startled by the sudden forceful push because her mind had wandered for just a moment. She broke into a roll of her own after landing awkwardly, making sure to get some distance before planting her hands and knees to push herself up. When Rose looked her way there was a brief moment where she became a deer in headlights, left frozen and staring. Composing herself she began to rise to her feet, watching the redhead as if she expected her to suddenly sprout wings or devil horns and lunge at her.

"It's about time." The rookie said with a huff, peering down her nose at the other woman. She bounced lightly on the balls of her feet and gave her shoulders a small roll before starting forward again. Moving straight towards the redhead, she would once again try to reach down and clamp on to Rose and attempt to drag the woman to her feet. It was pretty clear she was going to set up another move if not stopped, not waisting her momentum by allowing the redhead time to recover.

Despite the pain, despite the slight humiliation, Rose couldn’t help a small laugh at Ellie’s response. Just a small one. Seeing Ellie like this, in control, was something she’d only had glimpses of in their last match. A rare spark that she liked to see, showing the fire this woman could summon up when she was at her best. It was such a precious thing, there was almost a part of her that wanted to just let the Briton have her way. How far would Ellie go if left to her own devices? How would she handle being on top?

That idea was an intriguing one. Something she could indulge in. But nothing she was going to give away easily.

Ellie, wisely, wasn’t giving her time to breath, moving in fast and taking control, trying to get her back up to her feet. It was the right play, as Rose wasn’t low on options, and a lot of her offense revolved around momentum. But having few options wasn’t the same thing as having none.

As she was raised to her feet and made it halfway, Rose reached up and grabbed hold of her foe’s hair, getting a nice, tight grip. She kicked out her legs and let gravity do the rest, falling flat on her uncovered ass in an attempt to ram Ellie’s chin into her skull - a sitout jawbreaker, in other words.

Given the opportunity, Ellie showed no signs of letting up, riding her current train of momentum as long and hard as she could, regardless of Rose's own input. There was no reason to do otherwise as this was a match… a serious match… with a half naked leather clad bombshell in her house. Wrestling was just weird like that sometimes. That's what she was telling herself at least though she knew this was just an AFW thing. Questioning the situation now was an unneeded distraction though, so it could wait.

"Up." Coming upon Rose again, she was less careful where she placed her hands, confident she wouldn't fumble. One on the redhead's shoulder and the other one had fingers slipping around a single suspender to more forcefully drag the domme to her feet. She was already going through the motions to prepare for something large. Legs spread in a power stance meant for lifting. Her other offense this far hadn't been enough but if she added Rose's weight into the equation with a bit of force she could have her down and out in no time.

So engrossed was the rookie with her own pace in the match, the sudden unexpected outlash from Rose caught her by surprise. She let out a small mousey sound as if she had just been jump scared in the theatre when hands grabbed hold of her hair. The first instinct was to pull away but the burn of her scalp was proof enough the redhead's killer grip was locked in. A change of plans then as her feet shuffled for a new setup.

Before she could recalibrate however her upper body was pulled forward by the sudden addition of a whole body's weight. Her chin slamming into the top of Rose's skull, jarring her own head in the process as she was awkwardly bent forward. With an action came a reaction, snapping backwards as her body arched in the opposite direction, stiffly falling flag onto her back with a muted thump of the ladder mats.

Just like that her momentum burned up like a piece of gimmicked flash paper. She lay on the floor, blinking in confusion over the sudden turn of events. Dazed but not done, the Briton would quickly collect herself and try to scramble backwards on the mats while backpeddle rising if not stopped.

She wasn’t sure if Ellie could appreciate this, but pushing Rose to use a move like this was no small feat, especially early on. She knew this woman was skilled, had never denied that, but to have her taking control and doing so this early?

Well. She was glad she’d nixed the flash of an idea she’d had to bring Thorn in as a guest referee. Her partner would be taunting her with this until their dying days.

Rose needed a turnaround, and needed it soon, knowing the Ellie was about to set up for something big. She couldn’t say what and she didn’t care, only knowing she needed to put an end to it. The jawbreaker was a risk, but a calculated one, and it paid off - just as expecting the hardest part of her body made a good bludgeon, and the only thing it cost her was a little pain on the top of her head. More than worth it. Ellie was laid out, and wouldn’t you know it, Rose just so happened to already be in a good position to take advantage. So convenient.

She threw her hair back, wanting clear vision as Ellie regained her senses and tried to scurry away. Good instincts, but it wasn’t going to save her.

”Come. Here.”

She reached out with both hands to grab Ellie by the ankle as she backpedaled, pulling that lovely leg of hers in between her own leather clad pair. With her close, Rose decided to try for a submission hold, as she scissored the Briton’s thigh, wrapped an arm around her calf, and pulled back for the classic kneebar - a good way to start chipping away her faster opponent’s mobility, if nothing else.

Caught up in the moment she had allowed her guard down in pursuit of full on offense. It was hard to blame her for getting lost in the rush of it, handily dealing with someone who had arguably dominated their last exchange. All it had taken was one slip up and she was on her back with an aching jaw. While it wasn't the worst moves to eat, it certainly had been pleasant either. Rather than address the ache now, she loved to flee and reset things. A desperation move wasn't anything without follow-up, and Rose needed steam if she was going to mount a comeback now.

Propping herself up on elbows she stared up at the risen Phoenix that was Rose in all her glory. Flaming red mane, darkened eyes, her unmistakable figure silhouetted from the training room lighting. Just as imposing as she remembered. It was their first match all over again. The brief freeze in her retreat was all her opponent needed to reach down to grab for her ankles. With a tug she was pulled flat again, stirring along the mat a few inches while drawn into Rose's legs. The rookie had started to try to force her upper body up again when her leg was locked in straight, being bent against the grain with a harsh tweek.

Ellie's eyes shot wide with the sharp sensation, fully unprepared for Rose's first real opening statement in the match to be a submission, especially one she had never been put in before. Most wrestlers were all about figures fours and boston crabs. Joint locks such as this, not so much. Her initial thought in panic was to scramble for the ropes… but there were no ropes. Letting out a cry of pain she was forced to endure, trying to struggle free with no real progress made. With nothing else left to try she pulled in her free leg, trying to Press the heel of her boot to Rose's shapely backside and give the woman hard, desperate shoves to attempt to push her away or loosen the hold enough to escape.

Ellie’s reaction hadn’t slipped by Rose’s notice - far from it. She’d been looking to see how the woman would react after having her tables temporarily turned, and sure enough, she was starting to fall apart at the look of her. She could only imagine the myriad of emotions running through the Briton’s brain. Fear? Perhaps. Lust? Certainly. Panic? No question. While she wanted to compare the woman to a gazelle in the face of an advancing lioness, she knew that wasn’t wholly fair. In truth, Ellie wasn’t helpless...but if Rose could make her believe she was, this would be over.

Sure enough she was able to snag that leg and reel her in, prompting her prey to go into a struggling fit. It wasn’t the easiest thing to reign her in, but she could keep control of her opponent for the moment, long enough to inflict some damage. And have some fun.

The leg trapped between her thighs was toned but soft, pleasing to the touch, and she wasn’t about to let it go to waste. Thrusting her hips up, she pressed her lap against Ellie’s thigh with a teasing hump, starting a slow grind. She even reciprocated, rubbing the back of her boot against Ellie’s crotch. Just a tease. More mindgames, keeping her flustered.

Fun as it was, it wasn’t meant to last forever. Rose could’ve held on, even with the kicking against her backside, but it was more than she was willing to take for so little a gain. Best to reset things. She let go of the hold and promptly slid back, giving her foe space to stand back up. For a moment, anyway.

”Having some trouble?” Rose stood, taking her time as she reached full height. She grimaced for a second, still feeling the pain in her back from the impact, but she turned it into a thin smile as she strode forward, sauntering Ellie’s way. ”We’ve only begun. Don’t tell me that’s all the fight you have for me.” Her tone was teasing, but there was some edge underneath, daring the smaller woman to rise and take her own, trying to stoke those fires.

The pain had a way of covering for her. Flustered grunts masked as strain as her cheeks reddened at the close contact and grind. Perhaps not even aware of it herself at this point as her focus had been placed thoroughly on escape. Had the hold been of a gentler sort, it was quite possible she could have been convinced to stay with the right just the right touch… not that she would have admitted that. When freedom came she pulled her leg in with a soft groan, rubbing at her knee. It didn't feel too hurt, which was good. Mobility was going to still play a big part in this match for her.

"No." She shot back with another childish huff, pretending she hadn't just been nursing her battered knee and sitting upright. The rookie stalled, making small adjustments to how her leotard straps sat on her shoulders before finally attempting to rise. It was all well and good until she got upright, wobbling a bit on her freshly damaged leg as she put too much weight on it too soon and nearly fell. Not great.

The rookie had taken a few small steps back at Rose's approach. She hadn't meant to back down like that but her body acted on its own as the imposing image of her opponent had returned and threatened to pull her carefully laid plans apart. Reaching down deep though she found her heart, standing her ground as the other woman closed in.

"I have plenty more left in me." The defensiveness in her tone wasn't intended to be so obvious in her head, but she wasn't that great of an actress and it showed though immediately. Her arms came up ready to fight. She didn't wait from Rose to come to her though, taking the last few strides while favoring her bad leg, she appeared ready to lock the both of them up. Rather than meeting for a test of their strength though, the smaller girl threw her weight forward to try and shove Rose off balance. If she managed to catch breathing room, the rookie would read back with a twist, and bring her arm around in a sweeping arch to try and crack the red haired woman across her mostly bare chest with a thunderous knife edged chop.

”Good.”

Rose’s question was almost rhetorical, knowing full well that Ellie wouldn’t give up so easily. How much whipping had it taken to get just a simple apology during their last match? She couldn’t recall how long she’d wailed on the woman, but it had been no short amount of time, and she could distinctly remember her arm starting to get tired and thinking about switching up. Call it endurance, call it stubbornness, call it not knowing when to quit. Whatever it was, Ellie had it in abundance.

For a moment, as she backed away, Rose almost thought she was going to try a small retreat, and she was ready for the chase - but no, she stood her ground, eager to begin again. Tossing her hair back, she leaned forward and mimicked the Briton’s pose, eager to lock up and ply her superior strength. But it wouldn’t be so simple.

Ellie surged forward and pushed hard, taking Rose off balance with the alacrity of it all. It wouldn’t have been that bad, but it did leave her open, and her opponent had just the move to fill that gap with: a knife-edge chop, and a mean one at that.

There was no holding back the scream this time, it came out as a natural reaction when Ellie set her breasts on fire. Rose shrieked and staggered away, grasping her chest. Her hand came down to reveal the red streak across, blazing along her olive skin like a hot comet. Her first instinct was to return fire and do unto Ellie as she’d done unto her. That was the tradition, after all. But a better idea came soon after, and it was too tempting to ignore.

Breathing heavy, Rose stepped forward with her arms wide and her chest on display. ”Again.” She leaned forward, just a few inches, making the best possible target. ”But harder.”

Even without an audience the resounding crack of the chop had been enough that she could envision the crowds hissing and cringing. From her perspective it had been nearly perfect, getting full coverage along the redheads ample bosom. It had been a solid hit, so hard in fact it had left her fingertips numb as she shook out her hand. When Rose was deep it, Ellie too that moment to ready herself, fully expecting the other woman to fire back with her own answer. Light on her feet and arms up defensively, she was hoping to intercept whatever came her way and turn it into another positive momentum shift.

"Eh?"  her surprise it never came, leaving her to simply observe Rose mull over what to do next. When the redhead opted to forgo attacking and instead presented herself to the rookie, she didn't believe her at first. It had to be some sort of trick… surely, but Rose was demanding she do it again for some reason. Inching forward, expecting jaws to snap at her like a sprung bear trap at any moment she preferred, reaching out to grasp a hand on the other woman's shoulder. With a small push she tilted Rose away from her, changing the angle as she drew back her arm.

She was hesitant, taking in a deep breath and chewing on her lower lip. Ellie was having a hard time believing she was just being given free offense.l and it showed. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth however, she obliged to what was surely to the detriment of the older woman. Throwing her weight into her swing she ripped around it another mighty chop, this one coming down at just the right angle to land perfectly flat as it impacted Rose's chest, biting into her even more than the previous one had. She was unlikely to ever land a strike this clean or powerful in a real match with someone actively fighting her, so this was practically as painful as it could get.

In reality, it probably didn’t take more than ten second for Ellie to fire again with another chop. To Rose, however, it seemed like hours.

She stood there, chest open, practically painting a bullseye for her opponent to strike. It wasn’t a sound tactical move, she knew - no one had ever been pinned by a chop in the history of wrestling, but they could wear on the body, damage the will, make it harder to mount a comeback later on. There was also the chance, however slight, that Ellie would just forego tradition and go for something more damaging while she had a free shot.

But she wasn’t worried about that. Ellie wasn’t the honorable type. Traditional. Proud. She was hesitant at first, no doubt sensing a trap, but once she saw it was clear, she’d muster her gumption, reel back, and-

Another chop, this one fiercer and more fervent than before. While Rose wasn’t a masochist, didn’t typically enjoy pain, she could appreciate it, imagine what it would feel to dole out such a blow. Coming from Ellie made it even more special, striking with this raw aggression that couldn’t have come natural to her.

Rose didn’t make a noise this time, prepared for the pain, but her body reacted in other ways. She lurched back from the blow, wanting to ensure that Ellie saw her own handiwork along her skin, giving her the full view.

She wouldn’t have long to enjoy it.

Rose shot back with both arms, paying Ellie back for those two chops all at once. She brought both of her hands down on the Briton’s chest at once, returning fire with a crosschop aimed at her opponent’s delectable breasts. It wouldn’t be as good as hitting the bare skin was on her, but with that tight outfit she had on, it would still sting like blazes.