Fujiko Hinamoto vs. Sista A - Roses Are Red

Even through Sista A’s dark, dusky skin, her reddening cheeks were becoming visible, as Evil Rose continued to have her way. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so helpless, and there were a variety of such moment to chose from since she’d joined the AFW.

She gasped as her breasts were set free, put on display for the roving eyes of the audience. Catcalls and whistles began to echo through the stands, and it was all Sista A could do to shake her head, trying to ignore them.

That was nothing compared to what came next, however, as Evil Rose slipped a deft finger into her sex and started to work her up, even going so far as to plant those sharp teeth on her neck. It was like the crazy woman was making a meal out of her, devouring her at her leisure, and all Sista A could do was sit there and be molested.

The referee looked down at them over the top rope, concern written over her face. ”Sista A!” She called down to them, careful to stay out of Evil Rose’s grabbing range. [b]”Do you give up?”[/color]

”I…” Sista A was cut off as a moan forced its way through her lips. ”I…”

Suddenly, the crowd’s attention switched completely. No longer were they looked at the vulgar display at ringside - no, now they started to turn towards the entrance ramp, as a figure appeared from the back and strutted her way down, hands on hips. High heels. Pink latex, clinging tight on her skin. A sinful smile along her lips.

Anesthesia was walking towards them.

Evil Rose couldn't help but purr out as she saw the sight of Sista A having been turned into a moaning mess by her own skilled fingers, the red clad woman was without a doubt loving this, she was hungry and watching Aisha like this was only making her even more hungry. 

It was like smelling the scent of some lovely food whilst one was starving, it made her mouth water and her eyes focus even more onto Sista A. Her senses sharply tuned towards Aisha. She didn't even notice that Anesthesia was on her way down towards the ring, until the woman had managed to reach the bottom of the ramp. 

Slowly she unwrapped her hands from Sista A's tit and moved away from the woman, leaving her hanging by the ropes as she'd turn towards the lovely nurse...growling out lowly at her.

If Anesthesia was in any way, shape or form worried about the beast she was nearing, it didn’t show it on her face. There was a sway in her hips and a smile on her face, as if she was just taking the most leisurely stroll possible, not a worry in the world.

She finally came to a stop only a few feet away from Evil Rose, canting her head to the side at the sight before. She regarded Sista A - the sweating, mumbling mess that she was - before turning her attention back to her favorite project.

”Oh me, oh my. What have we here?” She ran a finger across her lips, as if the taste of Evil Rose was right on the tip. [color=#ff00ff]”My best little pet is back and misbehaving. Shame, shame. Good to see you back in the old outfit, though - I always did love the way it put your body on display.”[color]

Evil Rose licked her lips as she glanced back at the moaning mess that Aisha had become, she shifted her gaze between the nurse and her prey as the woman moved in closer and closer speaking like she did the red clad woman would snarl out a bit. 

Soon enough she was about to turn her attention over towards the Sista A, moving to grasp a handful of the woman's tit and give it a hard squeeze. She wanted to focus on Sista A....the keep wrecking the body of the lovely Aisha...the play and feast upon her prey.

Hey eyes ever so often shifting over towards the nurse...but her focus was mostly fixed upon the lovely blond.

Anesthesia was a woman of great patience, but if there was one thing she had little tolerance for, it was being ignored. Particularly when such ignorance came from a former test subject of hers


It seemed like Evil Rose was thinking, trying to figure out where her interests should lie. A curious thing, and she wondered how much of the ‘real’ Fujiko was currently in there. She’d spent quite a long time conditioning sweet, brave littl Fujiko into the monster that lurched before her, but even Anesthesia wasn’t sure how the personality had resurfaced.


Questions for another time. Now, she had to deal with this, and she had just the thing: ”Cellar door!”


A simple two words, and a trigger phrase, a failsafe that Anesthesia had programmed into Evil Rose - once the words reached her ears, she would pass out and became harmless as a sleeping lamb. If what she suspected was true and this was just a passing incident, Fujiko would wake up soon after, none the wiser...

Evil Rose's attention started to shift more and more towards the Nurse as she came closer and closer, she growled out lowly...like a dog that had been beaten to much by their master to be able to treat them with any respect.

Though when those words reached her ears, the masked wrestler arms left the succulent breasts of Sista A and moved up to her ears, she gasped, groaned and practically yelped out. She started to swing her arms around as if she was trying to wad away someone or something. Swaying back and forth as she dropped to her knees. 

Shortly enough she tried to rise up, gasping out as if she was in pain. She was getting a splitting headache beyond what she could believe...and then she started to run. Well....more like wobbling back and forth as she was trying to make her way past Anesthesia and up the ramp.