Making an Impression

When their lips parted, she was left with lips partly pursed and lidded eyes, panting softly. She felt uncomfortable in her own gear, every tight little nook and cranny of her figure fit leotard almost seemed to be crushing her now. She felt hot, sweltering with a most of sweat on her brow.

Her eyes remained transfixed on Rose's, finding herself wanting to forgo assessing her situation and just lose herself in those… the woman did have very pretty eyes. Her eyelids bat as Rose blew gently into her face, breathing in feeling through her nose. She sucked in her lips, feeling around inside her own mouth with her tongue to taste what remained of the two women's brief union.

"Yeah…" Ellie admitted softly, unaware the question hadn't been meant for her until Rose answered as well. Her cheeks brightened again from their gentle rosy hue. She went cross eyes for a moment as Rose came in, watching as she received a small peck on the nose. She blinked at the gesture, a small giggle slipping out before she clamped her lips shit to silent it. Not the time Ellie.

She let out a small grunt as she was repositioned, back arching up along Rose's, arms extending out behind her to be wrapped up by the redhead. She felt so drained after being worked over in the corner both the riding crop and that amazing kiss had left her easily managed for the time being.

Ellie bounced lightly with each step Rose took. She tested her options weakly, leaning a bit to one side or the other. This wasn't a move she had ever been in before… she wasn't even sure exactly how she had been wrapped up like this. So when Rose spoke, she listened and it wasn't at all because she had started to like hearing her talk or anything….

"I'm listening." She spoke quietly, leaning back a bit to squint up towards the ceiling. She tried to be subtle with small guys of her arms and legs, looking for a means to slip free while Rose was busy speaking. She wasn't sure she was in the right shape or frame of mind to face her at the moment. She needed to tag, badly.

While she hadn’t planned for it, Rose was quite enjoying the feel of Ellie on her back as well. That was one of the reasons she preferred to wrestle 99% topless, loving the sensation of contact on her bare skin. Even with the leotard getting in the way, she could still feel that young, tender flesh pressing against her, sense the steady drumbeat of a heart racing against her shoulder, register every sensation as their muscles molded and pressed and slid against each other.

The only thing better than this feeling was knowing that Ellie shared in it. She had no qualms dominating this woman thoroughly, crushing her, wrecking her and running away with this match. Five minutes ago, she wouldn’t have fathomed taking such a gentle route.

Plans could change, though. The submissive didn’t have to be the only one learning about themselves in these experiences.

Rose enjoyed Ellie. Ellie, despite herself, was enjoying Rose. The dominatrix was curious just how far she could take that, and now that they had a few seconds of privacy, she could test it.

”You’re going to lose, Ellie.” It wasn’t spoken like a taunt, but as a statement of fact, as casual as telling someone that it was about to rain. ”You put up a good fight. You’re talented. Smart. Skilled. Better than most. But, today, you’re outmatched. Today.”

Rose began to pour on a little more pressure, stretching out Ellie’s chest and putting those bountil, bouncing breasts on display to exert her control and reinforce the statement. ”Be that as it maybe, however, I rather like your fire. Your spirit, your beauty. I’ll destroy you if I have to, but maybe I don’t have to, hm? We can come to an accord.” Rose stretched her neck back and buried her lips in Ellie’s hair, pressing her lips right to the ear as she whispered. Probably not necessary, but she wanted to make sure she was heard, sure and clear.

”A one-time offer: Thorn and I can pummel you around the ring like a ragdoll and knock you out. Or I can bring you to the mat, you put up enough resistance to make it a good show, and I finish you in the hottest, steamiest way possible. A quick, easy, fun way to go.” Her tongue shot out and slid along Ellie’s lobe, giving her taste of what could come, and she swung around to enough to make sure Lyla was in full view for the both of them. ”There’s nothing wrong with indulging, Ellie, and I won’t tell a soul. Our little secret. I promise.” She added that last part with resolute authority, dropping her lusty tone for it. "I am nothing if not  discrete."

Rose swung back and around and straightened up, jostling Ellie about in the hold to keep up appearances. Whatever route she picked, this all had to look real. Faking it would do nothing for either of them. ”The choice is yours, but this is a limited time offer. In fact, it expires in 10...9...8…”

Ellie listened quietly, telling herself whatever Else was going to say, she would listen in full. She had already been made to eat her words once in this match, and while there had been something… nice at the end of the embarrassment, that hadn't made her feel any less foolish.

The rookie let out a soft huff at Rose's assessment of the match outcome. From what she had seen so far, it was likely true. Both her and Lyla had been floored by one good hit from Thorn. Truth be told, if Rose hadn't wanted to mess with her, she was fairly certain the woman could have just linked her after that knee. The two domme's were playing with Bangarang. It didn't make her happy to finally get that.

She let out a soft groan as her arms drew back, puffing out her chest towards the sky. To her credit she pulled back, staining her muscles to keep from being stretched much further. Her soft panting hushed when she could feel Rose's lips beside her ear, a small shiver running down her spine. She had a way of speaking so intimately that it made Ellie want to simply melt away and let her have whatever she wanted.

Any other time, any other place, an offer like this would have made her laugh. There wasn't a world.in which she would ever just throw a match! But as Rose stole another guilty moan from her by sliding her tongue along her earlobe, she wasn't sure if she still had the resolve. She didn't want to give up, but this fight was so uphill, really, what was the point? Moreover, what was Rose going to do to her to make good on her promise. Despite herself she wanted to know but also didn't. The mystery of it was just as delicious.

What had Rose done to her?

Ellie closed her eyes, fidgeting in the hold as she considered her options. Each passing second had made the choice harder. She didn't deal well with unexpected pressure. But just as Rose was about to finish, the rookie spoke up. Softly, knowing full well it would only lead to something terrible.

"No."

No one had to know, but she would know. She came to this league to wrestle, to win, to make a career out of it all. She couldn't just throw away her integrity in the first match she had. So as much as she wanted what Rose was offering, the price was too high in her mind.

She had considered not answering at all, just throwing her head backwards to crack Rose's instead… but she decided to conduct herself with a bit more professionalism. Rose had given her an olive branch to talk, so she wasn't about to betray that even if not escaping this hold was going to be what ended her. So she stayed to accept whatever was about to happen, content in her mind she had done something that she could live with, even if it would end with her being battered.

”3...2…”

Rose was opening her mouth for the final count when Ellie finally spoke up, caving to the pressure and making her decision. Like this, she could feel the way her body shifted, could sense the little movements, and she thought for sure she already knew what the answer would be. The Briton was a smart, practical woman, it seemed, and she’d have to see the sense in it, realize that there was little point in her taking more pain when pleasure was a viable option. And Rose had already shown her the pleasure she could give. She was offering more forbidden fruit. Tantalizing, too much to avoid.

So when Ellie answered and turned her down, Rose jumped in shock, truly surprised...and disappointed. The two of them could have had such a fun time on the floor, and she’d had such fun ways to ease the woman off to sleep, grinding her out on the canvas. It would’ve been a sweat, sensual time for the both of them, and an offer that most women wouldn’t have shied away from. Most women who swung her way, at least.

After a moment of thought, though, she smiled and nodded, feeling she understood where her opponent came from. She had her more, and while Rose could get her to bend them, breaking them outright was a different matter. She could understand that. Understand her.

She would annihilate her for those morals, but she understood them.

”You have my respect, Ellie.” Rose lifted her head enough to nuzzle against Ellie, one last sign of affection. ”But not my mercy.”

Like a light switch, all the power came back to Rose’s body all at once, as she pulled forward with all her strength and stretched Ellie’s body to the limit, pulling forward as hard as she could for a single, agonizing second. At the peak of her strain, she suddenly slipped her arms and down and released her opponent’s upperbody, only to reach down and grabbed her legs, pulling them forward as she kicked out her legs and fell into a sit.

The result would be a move that was rarely seen outside of Mexican rings, a facebuster that would have Ellie hurtling towards the floor with their combined weight behind her - the Gory Bomb.

She was already bracing for it, the moment the word left her mouth. When Rose jumped a bit in response she had already hissed a bit in preemptive pain relief like someone who reactively says "ow" when something didn't even hurt them. The punishment she was expected didn't come right away, which in some cases made it worse. She had prepared for it best she could now she had to wait.

"Thanks…" She spoke softly, her acknowledgement of the sentiment of respect heard. It meant far more to her than she thought it would coming from Rose. The problem was that she could hear the "but…" in her tone, and when she continued, Ellie would have confirmed things were back on in full.

Her chest rose when her arms were brought back behind her harshly, ripping a scream from her lips at the sudden blinding pain ripping into her shoulders. She had thought she was ready, but that small pause had been enough to leave her unprepared for what was coming.

The sudden release was unexpected, a flash of relief ruined by the sudden fall. The two women went to the mat, Ellie whiplashed forward behind Rose's back hit the mat with a thunderous slam that left the girl gasping in pain, flattened on her face. Generally a bump like this was on her back. Most slams didn't faceplant you. That hard force hammering her chest was crippling, leaving her in immense pain on the canvas.

The crowd let their opinions be known at almost exact same instant that Ellie’s body hit the floor. Now that it was clear they weren’t being treated to a sexual exhibition anymore, their allegiances felt right back behind Bangarang, getting behind the young heroines and encouraging them to slay the dragons, even if they were well past the point where that could be a possibility.

Cute. Futile, but cute. Rose didn’t hear any of it, far too lost in herself to care about the rabble. She stood tall and proud, Ellie weighing behind her, and looked up to the ceiling as she undid her straps, letting them fall to the wayside and putting her chest on full display.

Her outfit had been doing a poor job of covering up her chest before, but now that they were gone entirely, Rose’s upper body seemed to surge with energy. Abs, shoulders, chest, all glistening and bursting with taut, ripped muscle, arms spread wide without a hint of shame. She reached up, took her hat off, and tossed it over to Thorn, who quickly caught it and placed it on the post for safekeeping. She never let her gaze wander from Rose, though, knowing full well what all this meant and not wanting to miss a second of it.

Her partner was gearing up to unleash hell. Her top gear. No holding back. Thorn leaned forward on the ropes and cupped her chin in palms, ready for the show to begin. ”Here we go.”

Rose undid the bun that her cap had been hiding, letting it fall across her shoulders in shimmering crimson strands as she stepped over to Ellie’s side. Her opponent was still writhing on the floor, still reeling from the Gory Bomb, and she didn’t waste another second to take advantage. Dropping down to a knee, she reached over her opponent’s body and wrapped her arms around the woman’s stomach, clenching her tight before she stood and lifted her off the floor like an unruly child. Even with their height and weight difference, it wasn’t the easiest task, but it would be a breeze compared to what came next.

Rose ground her teeth down hard and growled through them as she hurled Ellie’s body upwards, flipping her about and lifting her up to sit on her shoulders in the classic powerbomb position. Thorn was the tank in their team, but her own power was nothing to scoff at, a fact she proved as she held half of Bangarang high in the air in a feat that was enough to silence the crowd’s jeers for a moment.

Rose took a deep breath, tensed her muscles, and ran her tongue along Ellie’s crotch, taking the opportunity to give her opponent a quick moment of fleeting pleasure in all of this...and then she moved.

Not down, but forward. Instead of hurling Ellie into the ground like a traditional powerbomb, Rose charged forward toward the corner farthest corner, the one adjacent to Lyla’s position, storming towards it with all the speed she could muster. When she was in range, she pushed up on Ellie’s luscious ass and hurled her off shoulder in a powerful throw, attempting to send her careering into the pads with a brutal Buckle Bomb.

From beneath the rookie one forearm pushed up against the canvas, than the other, lifting her just enough to try and take some of the pressure off her aching chest.  Her head hung down low as she heaved a shaky breath, blinking her eyes in an attempt to refocus.  Rose hadn't attack her outright, but she wasn't sure what the other woman had in mind. She had to move, fast... Well as fast as she could. Hunching her shoulders she leaned in, starting to army crawl her way towards the ropes where she could potentially escape and buy time. The crowd was going wild, a mix of jeers, cheers and flatteringly enough, some cheers especially for her, trying to build her up. While it wasn't assisting her to get up, it did help to justify her choice even more.

Lyla shifted on the apron, watching Thorn and Rose from across the way, mostly taking in the sort of relationship they seemed to have. It was a curious sight, but she had a good idea based on this short match the sort of dynamic the two women had together as a unit. Her observations came to a sudden stop as distractions entered the fray in the form of Rose removing what little she had keeping her from being exposed. She sighed somewhat wistfully  at the sight. Seeing those suspenders dangling down and all that ruby red hair rolling down around her shoulders. The Irish lass was almost certain that despite still being rather dressed, Rose was likely hotter like this than she would be naked. How did that even work?

Arms wrapped themselves around Ellie, starting to pull her up off the mat. She curled her fingers to try and somehow dig into the canvas, boots kicking a bit as she was hoisted up. The slow rise suddenly became a nauseating toss, being flung into the air without control until she was snatched upright, sitting slumped atop Rose's shoulders. Her hands found the top of the other woman's head, just now noticing her hat was gone. She furrowed her brow in confusion before dismissing it. She was about to be in a bad way...

Ellie drew back her arm, about to throw a punch down at her captor when she felt something press firmly between her legs, dragging hard across her leotard. She let out a squeal of surprise, face reddening as she lost track of what she was suppose to be doing to escape. She bounced in place as the two started moving, hunching forward as she tried to keep from falling. That proved to not be a concern she should have though since before long Rose had sent her flying.

"Urgh!" She splattered against the turnbuckle with a sharp explosion of pain. No padding could dull the force of impact, she could feel the metal latching beneath holding the ropes in place stabbing into her back. Her weight dropped her onto her boot heels, unprepared to brace herself she crumpled down to the middle rope with a small bounce before sliding down one more to sit slumped along the bottom rope. With a groan and a weak cough, she raised a shaky hand to the middle rope, curling her fingers over it in a meager attempt to rise.

Strange as it was, Rose knew that, in terms of weight, there wasn’t that big of a divide between her and Ellie. She was just of 160 pounds at her last weigh in, while Ellie couldn’t have been over 130, soaking wet. Considering the weight difference, one would’ve considered their BMI to be the same, or close.

But that wouldn’t tell the whole story. Rose had built her body for power, from head to toe, honed it for the purpose of throwing around women at her size or even higher. Could she do it with the ease that Thorn could? No. But she could do it, and women like Ellie were the perfect target. There wasn’t a single move in her repertoire that she couldn’t execute on the Briton, and she was of a mind to show off some of her best tonight.

She was proud of her Buckle Bomb in particularly, pulling it off with great effect. The impact made the ring quiver and it was every bit as devastating as she’d envisioned, dropping Ellie down for a hard sit. Her prey cornered, Rose strode forward with the sure, relentless steps of a killer in a horror movie, nearing his hapless victim as the music swelled, her shadow casting over the corner.

To Ellie’s credit, she continued to cling to life, feebly pulling her way back up. A noble effort, and one that Rose shut down immediately.

”No.” She raised her heel up and shot it forward, pressing it into her opponent’s face and pinning head against the turnbuckle with a vicious facewash. Grabbing the ropes for support, she kept up the effort, grinding the sole of her boot into Ellie’s forehead, rubbing it deep, kicking away attempts to stop her - but, at the same time, she took care with the sharp heel of her boot, making sure it didn’t scrap against Ellie’s eye or mouth, doing her best to keep it safe. Relatively speaking, anyway.

After a few painful moments of that, Rose broke away, but this wasn’t to give Ellie relief. Skipping forward, she ran across the ring towards her team’s corner, as fast her feet could take her, bounced off the ropes and came back towards her opponent with full steam, attempting to boot her hard in the face and finish the classic combination.

As Rose's heel pushed up against her face no manner of meager resistance she could muster would stop her from having her neck cranes back, pinning her in the corner. Just when she couldn't bend back any further she was released, only to have the boot brought back swiftly to drive her backwards again. She let out a struggled groan, managing to get her hands up once or twice to try and hold Rose back by her toe or heel only to have it yanked away and reapplied.

Lyla looked on with a growing sternness in her eyes. She was fidgeting on the apron, wanting to get involved but unsure if this had reached far enough into excess to warrant intervention. Her fingers gripped the rope hard, a boot lifting to push down the middle rope in preparation to jump into the ring. She would have to contend with Thorn if she did, no doubt, but that was a risk she was willing to take… then Rose appeared to back off so the Irish girl eased back in her place to return to watching.

When the boot had finally come away, Ellie's head sagged leaving her panting, lavender hair clinging to her sweat soaked features. She barely stirred, a leg shifting to lift a knee before it dropped back to the mat. The charge of the redhead from across the ring was lost in her approach, even as her partner yelled a warning her way. It wasn't enough. Rose's boot slammed against her head, snapping it to the side as her heel dragged across her face.

Her body slumped again, slowly sinking down off the bottom turnbuckle, one wrist still hooked over the middle rope left suspended. She stared at the mat with fluttering eyelids, cheek mashed firmly to the canvas as she let out a hard exhale.

Rose didn't immediately move in for the kill after landing that kick, instead taking the time revel and catch her breath. Her leg hung over the bottom rope, still in the position it had been when it collided with Ellie’s face, and she grabbed the ropes for support as her opponent languished beneath them. In control, dominating, she felt like a goddess, and she almost wanted to kick herself for taking so long to get her ring career going in the AFW. This was the sort of thing she was born for.

It would’ve been easy to keep going, and a small part of her wanted to just keep grinding Ellie until there was nothing left - in fact, if this were a normal match, she would’ve done exactly that. But it was a tag, and she didn’t want to be greedy. Not too greedy, anyway. She could see Thorn waiting patiently, eager to get back in. Best not to keep her waiting.

She just had one thing she wanted to make sure of, first.

Rose moved out of the corner and grabbed Ellie by the ankles, dragging her out of the corner and towards the center of the ring. Her partner hummed and shook her head at the sight, pouting. ”Aw, think you broke her. She got anything left in the tank?”

”Maybe.” Rose threw her hair back, stepped over Ellie’s waist, and dropped down for a sit right on her lap, pressing their most intimate parts together through the thin layers of material. She started a slow grind with her boots planted on the floor, channeling the technique she’d seen firsthand at quite a few strip clubs. ”Let’s check, shall we?”

Rose leaned forward and sank her fingers into Ellie’s chest, grabbing and groping both breasts and sinking her fingers deep in the flesh. Her massaging hands worked their magic, kneading the breasts like dough to work her opponent over, but this was just a pleasant side effect. The main objective was to press Ellie’s shoulders to the mat, seeing if she was ripe for a pin.

The referee managed to pick up on it quick enough, and dropped down beside them to start the count, slapping the mat hard. ”1…!”