Post by caspian2 on Jun 15, 2021 6:57:10 GMT
Exhibition: Jennifer Brody vs Rose Evans
Jennifer:
(5’4, 120 lbs)
Rose:
(5’3, 121 lbs)
PREAMBLE:
Rose Evans not doing too well in recent years, falling to Violyt Goodheart last year and Chloe Fields the one before. Today marks her first match for 2021 as she strides onto the stage in a black bustier laced across her chest, a matching black and red plaid miniskirt showing off her toned midriff, the no-nonsense redhead marching her way down the ramp.
Ever since breaking up with celebrated tag-team partner Gabby Mendoza, Rose has sputtered and gotten spat out four ways, not quite having found her own footing ever since getting pinned by her former best friend back in 2016. To hear her tell her own tale of betrayal, she hasn’t gotten over it even after more than five years, with that singular goal of getting her revenge dashed repeatedly by one loss after another in singles action.
If it was any consolation, seeing Goodheart make Gabby scream and bleat out a submission in January’s PPV only invigorated Rose’s own desire for revenge. And here she was, back in the ring for yet another huzzah, and rumour has it her opponent tonight is someone up her alley.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome her opponent to the ring: making her debut tonight from Sparks, Nevada, Miss JENNIIIIIFER BROOOOODYYYY!”
"Kiss with a Fist" by Florence and the Machine beings blasting from the speakers, as Brody appears on stage. At first glance, she’s dressed in the same vein as her opponent tonight: a white and grey plaid skirt cut off too early at the thighs, with a white blouse with hints of a red cotton bra underneath for a top, and complete with a pair of black school-girl reading spectacles.
Rumour has it the girl striding down the aisle has just turned 18 and is already eager to join the wrestling world. She enters the ring looking hesitantly around at first, especially at the veteran Rose who’s just idling in a corner. Must not be a good feeling indeed for the redhead if she’s having to face off against a newcomer in new gigs. Brody glaring back best she can, raising a hand to the audience before removing her accessories in one corner.
“What are you, just out of recess?” Rose sneers from her own, pushing off as she meets Brody in the center of the ring.
“What are you, my teacher?” Brody says back, clearly insinuating their difference in age.
Rose, however, simply laughs. “I like you. You’ve got some spunk. But listen, kiddo, I don’t want to have to spank you by the end of--HGGHHGGNGH!?”
Brody ain’t waiting around for her to complete her sentence, throwing an elbow straight into Rose’s face! And there’s goes the bell, a little too late… but HERE WE GO with the start of this singles match!
SOUND OF THE BELL:
“FUCKING BIITTCH--GAAAHHH” Rose spits, before eating yet another elbow to the face.
No lock-up for this start as the fresh college grad goes right on the offensive, Brody taking out her frustration with the education system as she continues punting shots into the smaller blonde’s face, Rose repeatedly thrown back towards the ropes before sent flying off in the other direction with an early Irish Whip.
Evans barely has time to let out another biting insult before she’s sailing back with a BOOM - the forearm connects to her chest, which makes her crash, spreadeagled to the floor. Brody’s in full control and lovin’ it, her arms and lips speak wide as she soaks in the early cheers of the crowd. Perhaps this wrestling thing might be a nice distraction from the stresses of examinations and adulting, after all?
She picks a dazed Brody up by her hair, the redhead groaning as she’s lifted up to her feet, suddenly getting set-up slow for an ambitious Suplex. No can do - redhead resisting even as her plaid bottoms are getting hauled upwards by Brody’s firm grip - pounding shots to the schoolgirl’s gut as Rose REVERSES the move with underhanded shots to the body, before hoisting the stunned girl up and over instead, sending Brody screaming onto her back with a SPLAT!
Not so easy to take advantage of the veteran fighter, as Rose grins devilishly, slightly winded, before scampering over on top of Brody’s chest, mounting her squirming body and beginning to rain punches down into her shrieking face. “YOU LIKE THAT, HUH?? YOU LITTLE BITCH! WHY DUN CHA GO BACK GET SCHOOLED??”
Brody’s trying to cover up, scramble from out and under, manages to shove Rose off and send both girls slowly crawling back to their knees, before they once again hurl themselves back at each other. Tie-up comes too late this time as the veteran Rose locks in the Side Headlock with much ease, still grinning devilishly as she wrests and pulls the leaner girl’s face along to her side.
Brody in trouble, swinging her fists wildly left and right, but not entirely sure how to get out of this predicament. Too late - Rose starting to run forward, before LEAPING into the air - BLAM! Brody sent face-first into the canvas with that Running Bulldog! OUCH! And there’s the COVER!
ONE…
TWO!!
T--NO!!
Jessica kicks out eventually, but that was surely a close one. Already, the young raven-haired beauty is lying flat on her back, sprawled out with her eyes shut. Perhaps that kick-out was just by sheer luck or instinct. Rose snarling back to her feet, eager to finish the job, however, strands of black hair already entwined between her fingers as the redhead hauls Brody back up to her feet.
Brody’s still busy catching her breath, groans as she takes another punting to the tummy, which bends her over, arms draped around her middle. Trouble here as Rose herself seems keen on setting up another big move, all at once hauling Brody’s head between her legs, two arms wrapped around her pulsing midsection. And what’s this knockout blow going to be?
But Rose takes too much time to gloat, celebrate and taunt, still enjoying the camera flashes going off when her eyes suddenly widen - she’s getting LIFTED off her feet instead, as Brody HOISTS her own back upwards, using her shoulders and arms for leverage as Rose goes spinning into the air! What the-- Rose looks absolutely petrified as she’s twirled around mid-air, her tummy draped over Brody’s shoulder. Jessica shows off her insane power all of a freakin’ sudden!
“LEMME GO, YOU FREAKIN’--UGHHH!!”
No gloating here as the Airplane SPIN here executed a little sloppily, but Brody getting the job done, flipping Rose back down with a thunderous FLOP and BLAM, whilst simultaneously dropping to her knees! Rose left spreadeagled in the center, letting out a silent shout of pain.
Jessica winded, but already moving in for the cover-- Hook of the leg!
ONE…
TWO…
TH-- KICK OUT by Evans, who jerked back up with such force that she throws Brody off completely to one side...
Brody, on the other hand, has changed in her demeanour. The once shy, innocent persona is now gone, her face etched in a snarl as she quickly manhandles Rose back to her feet with a sudden burst of feral energy. Evans can only groan as she’s pulled upwards in a rough-and-tangle manner, before Brody shoves a fist of her own into her belly. Brody lets out a shout of intent to the crowds, drawing cheers at her newfound strength.
Rose in trouble, or more likely, confusion, as one hand suddenly CLUTCHES into her throat, Brody sinking those fingernails in to set her up for a Chokeslam! Immediately, Rose struggles for cut-off oxygen, thrashing about on her feet as she does her best to escape. Brody attempts to lift her upwards but it’s no use with all that struggling. Finally, Evans manages to shove that hand away, delivers a right boot to Jessica’s gut, which bowls her over.
Rose immediately seizing the moment, running off in the opposite direction to the ropes, hoping to deliver a finishing blow on the rebound... Brody, however, has recovered faster, sails in right after her with another clothesline attempt - MISSES! Rose ducked under, continued onwards on her journey to the other side! One more kiss for good luck -- POW!! Dropkick delivered right to Jessica’s kisser, sending the young thing down to the ground with a grunt!
Rose half-imitates the tortured schoolgirl as she climbs back to her feet, seizing control of Jessica’s hair whilst berating her from above. “STILL HAVING FUN, BABE? WHERE’S YOUR MOMMY, HUH??” all the while slapping Brody on the back of her head as though she’s five.
Brody’s face slowly turned and twisted, pained anguish to heavier snarl, baring her teeth by the time the third such strike lands to the back of her head. Just as Rose is about to land her fourth open, disrespectful palm, Brody suddenly blocks it with a raised arm, yet another huffing elbow sent CRASHING upwards into the blonde’s jawline, sending Evans reeling backwards with a “F*CCCCK!!”
Brody on the warpath now as she snarls after her foe, blocking another wild haymaker from Evans before bowling her over with a knee lift up into the midsection, then going absolutely ape-shit on her with more flying fists and slaps raining down. Ladies engage in an impromptu catfight by the ropes, tugging on each other’s hair and shrieking as they toss each other to the ground in tandem.
“LEGGO OF ME, YOU CRAZY BITCH!” Evans shrieks, both from the pain and frustration at how this match has turned into an all-out brawl.
Brody, meanwhile, doesn’t seem to be employing any strategy here besides all-out destruction of her opponent, even as the two wrestlers go twisting about the canvas in a show reminiscent of WWE’s early female ‘matches’. Rose suddenly takes a blow or two right to the middle of her eyes, but sees an opening when Brody lunges a fist down at her for a third. The veteran has finally had enough, latching onto Brody’s arm and violently tugging it forward, at the same time shooting her legs inwards and up, SNAGGING the hapless schoorgirl with a modified Triangle Armbar!
Victory’s not assured, however, as Brody continues with her tight grip on her red tresses, pulling Rose’s head in various directions even as her cheeks are getting squeezed between her thighs. “GIVE IT UP, CRAZY BITCH. YOU’RE DONE!!” Evans screams up into her face, locking her legs tight and applying as much pressure as she can between the sharp throngs of pain running through her scalp.
Slowly but surely, the ferocity begins to leave Jessica’s body, the young fighter finally subdued as she sinks back to her knees, then completely prone down onto her chest, her chin still dangling near Evan’s belly button with her cheeks flushed red, eyelids fluttering, KO’ed from the lack of oxygen. Referee’s quick to make the official call, kneeling nearby the tangled up fighters and raising one of Jessica’s limp hands into the air--
PLOP! Brody’s arm falls back down to the ground. Evans still locked on tight to the move, urging him to hurry the fuck up.
PLOP!! A second time! One more and it’s over!
Raise of the arm… and PLOP!! Third’s the charm! Referee signals immediately for the bell, but it looks like there’s no need: Brody’s just putty in Rose’s hands, as the redhead finally releases her, shoves her limp form away with disgust!
AFTERMATH:
“Bitch thought she could tangle with me. ME, of all people. Well, I certainly schooled her,” Evans says with a smirk later backstage. “It’s a new beginning for me, whether Mendoza and the other bozos like it or not. For now, I’m kicking ass in Singles action, and if anyone else wants to try me, like poor Brody did, they’re most certainly welcome to.”
Meanwhile, it appears that Jessica Brody has calmed down significantly from her little freak, hulk-like moment in the ring. She’s looking around her surroundings, slightly bewildered, caught by the hot-mic mouthing to the referee, “What happened? Did I win?” before the poor ref shakes his head to deliver the bad news. Interesting character we have here, as Brody loses in her debut match, but demonstrated plenty of fire for a rookie.
Jennifer:
(5’4, 120 lbs)
Rose:
(5’3, 121 lbs)
PREAMBLE:
Rose Evans not doing too well in recent years, falling to Violyt Goodheart last year and Chloe Fields the one before. Today marks her first match for 2021 as she strides onto the stage in a black bustier laced across her chest, a matching black and red plaid miniskirt showing off her toned midriff, the no-nonsense redhead marching her way down the ramp.
Ever since breaking up with celebrated tag-team partner Gabby Mendoza, Rose has sputtered and gotten spat out four ways, not quite having found her own footing ever since getting pinned by her former best friend back in 2016. To hear her tell her own tale of betrayal, she hasn’t gotten over it even after more than five years, with that singular goal of getting her revenge dashed repeatedly by one loss after another in singles action.
If it was any consolation, seeing Goodheart make Gabby scream and bleat out a submission in January’s PPV only invigorated Rose’s own desire for revenge. And here she was, back in the ring for yet another huzzah, and rumour has it her opponent tonight is someone up her alley.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome her opponent to the ring: making her debut tonight from Sparks, Nevada, Miss JENNIIIIIFER BROOOOODYYYY!”
"Kiss with a Fist" by Florence and the Machine beings blasting from the speakers, as Brody appears on stage. At first glance, she’s dressed in the same vein as her opponent tonight: a white and grey plaid skirt cut off too early at the thighs, with a white blouse with hints of a red cotton bra underneath for a top, and complete with a pair of black school-girl reading spectacles.
Rumour has it the girl striding down the aisle has just turned 18 and is already eager to join the wrestling world. She enters the ring looking hesitantly around at first, especially at the veteran Rose who’s just idling in a corner. Must not be a good feeling indeed for the redhead if she’s having to face off against a newcomer in new gigs. Brody glaring back best she can, raising a hand to the audience before removing her accessories in one corner.
“What are you, just out of recess?” Rose sneers from her own, pushing off as she meets Brody in the center of the ring.
“What are you, my teacher?” Brody says back, clearly insinuating their difference in age.
Rose, however, simply laughs. “I like you. You’ve got some spunk. But listen, kiddo, I don’t want to have to spank you by the end of--HGGHHGGNGH!?”
Brody ain’t waiting around for her to complete her sentence, throwing an elbow straight into Rose’s face! And there’s goes the bell, a little too late… but HERE WE GO with the start of this singles match!
SOUND OF THE BELL:
“FUCKING BIITTCH--GAAAHHH” Rose spits, before eating yet another elbow to the face.
No lock-up for this start as the fresh college grad goes right on the offensive, Brody taking out her frustration with the education system as she continues punting shots into the smaller blonde’s face, Rose repeatedly thrown back towards the ropes before sent flying off in the other direction with an early Irish Whip.
Evans barely has time to let out another biting insult before she’s sailing back with a BOOM - the forearm connects to her chest, which makes her crash, spreadeagled to the floor. Brody’s in full control and lovin’ it, her arms and lips speak wide as she soaks in the early cheers of the crowd. Perhaps this wrestling thing might be a nice distraction from the stresses of examinations and adulting, after all?
She picks a dazed Brody up by her hair, the redhead groaning as she’s lifted up to her feet, suddenly getting set-up slow for an ambitious Suplex. No can do - redhead resisting even as her plaid bottoms are getting hauled upwards by Brody’s firm grip - pounding shots to the schoolgirl’s gut as Rose REVERSES the move with underhanded shots to the body, before hoisting the stunned girl up and over instead, sending Brody screaming onto her back with a SPLAT!
Not so easy to take advantage of the veteran fighter, as Rose grins devilishly, slightly winded, before scampering over on top of Brody’s chest, mounting her squirming body and beginning to rain punches down into her shrieking face. “YOU LIKE THAT, HUH?? YOU LITTLE BITCH! WHY DUN CHA GO BACK GET SCHOOLED??”
Brody’s trying to cover up, scramble from out and under, manages to shove Rose off and send both girls slowly crawling back to their knees, before they once again hurl themselves back at each other. Tie-up comes too late this time as the veteran Rose locks in the Side Headlock with much ease, still grinning devilishly as she wrests and pulls the leaner girl’s face along to her side.
Brody in trouble, swinging her fists wildly left and right, but not entirely sure how to get out of this predicament. Too late - Rose starting to run forward, before LEAPING into the air - BLAM! Brody sent face-first into the canvas with that Running Bulldog! OUCH! And there’s the COVER!
ONE…
TWO!!
T--NO!!
Jessica kicks out eventually, but that was surely a close one. Already, the young raven-haired beauty is lying flat on her back, sprawled out with her eyes shut. Perhaps that kick-out was just by sheer luck or instinct. Rose snarling back to her feet, eager to finish the job, however, strands of black hair already entwined between her fingers as the redhead hauls Brody back up to her feet.
Brody’s still busy catching her breath, groans as she takes another punting to the tummy, which bends her over, arms draped around her middle. Trouble here as Rose herself seems keen on setting up another big move, all at once hauling Brody’s head between her legs, two arms wrapped around her pulsing midsection. And what’s this knockout blow going to be?
But Rose takes too much time to gloat, celebrate and taunt, still enjoying the camera flashes going off when her eyes suddenly widen - she’s getting LIFTED off her feet instead, as Brody HOISTS her own back upwards, using her shoulders and arms for leverage as Rose goes spinning into the air! What the-- Rose looks absolutely petrified as she’s twirled around mid-air, her tummy draped over Brody’s shoulder. Jessica shows off her insane power all of a freakin’ sudden!
“LEMME GO, YOU FREAKIN’--UGHHH!!”
No gloating here as the Airplane SPIN here executed a little sloppily, but Brody getting the job done, flipping Rose back down with a thunderous FLOP and BLAM, whilst simultaneously dropping to her knees! Rose left spreadeagled in the center, letting out a silent shout of pain.
Jessica winded, but already moving in for the cover-- Hook of the leg!
ONE…
TWO…
TH-- KICK OUT by Evans, who jerked back up with such force that she throws Brody off completely to one side...
Brody, on the other hand, has changed in her demeanour. The once shy, innocent persona is now gone, her face etched in a snarl as she quickly manhandles Rose back to her feet with a sudden burst of feral energy. Evans can only groan as she’s pulled upwards in a rough-and-tangle manner, before Brody shoves a fist of her own into her belly. Brody lets out a shout of intent to the crowds, drawing cheers at her newfound strength.
Rose in trouble, or more likely, confusion, as one hand suddenly CLUTCHES into her throat, Brody sinking those fingernails in to set her up for a Chokeslam! Immediately, Rose struggles for cut-off oxygen, thrashing about on her feet as she does her best to escape. Brody attempts to lift her upwards but it’s no use with all that struggling. Finally, Evans manages to shove that hand away, delivers a right boot to Jessica’s gut, which bowls her over.
Rose immediately seizing the moment, running off in the opposite direction to the ropes, hoping to deliver a finishing blow on the rebound... Brody, however, has recovered faster, sails in right after her with another clothesline attempt - MISSES! Rose ducked under, continued onwards on her journey to the other side! One more kiss for good luck -- POW!! Dropkick delivered right to Jessica’s kisser, sending the young thing down to the ground with a grunt!
Rose half-imitates the tortured schoolgirl as she climbs back to her feet, seizing control of Jessica’s hair whilst berating her from above. “STILL HAVING FUN, BABE? WHERE’S YOUR MOMMY, HUH??” all the while slapping Brody on the back of her head as though she’s five.
Brody’s face slowly turned and twisted, pained anguish to heavier snarl, baring her teeth by the time the third such strike lands to the back of her head. Just as Rose is about to land her fourth open, disrespectful palm, Brody suddenly blocks it with a raised arm, yet another huffing elbow sent CRASHING upwards into the blonde’s jawline, sending Evans reeling backwards with a “F*CCCCK!!”
Brody on the warpath now as she snarls after her foe, blocking another wild haymaker from Evans before bowling her over with a knee lift up into the midsection, then going absolutely ape-shit on her with more flying fists and slaps raining down. Ladies engage in an impromptu catfight by the ropes, tugging on each other’s hair and shrieking as they toss each other to the ground in tandem.
“LEGGO OF ME, YOU CRAZY BITCH!” Evans shrieks, both from the pain and frustration at how this match has turned into an all-out brawl.
Brody, meanwhile, doesn’t seem to be employing any strategy here besides all-out destruction of her opponent, even as the two wrestlers go twisting about the canvas in a show reminiscent of WWE’s early female ‘matches’. Rose suddenly takes a blow or two right to the middle of her eyes, but sees an opening when Brody lunges a fist down at her for a third. The veteran has finally had enough, latching onto Brody’s arm and violently tugging it forward, at the same time shooting her legs inwards and up, SNAGGING the hapless schoorgirl with a modified Triangle Armbar!
Victory’s not assured, however, as Brody continues with her tight grip on her red tresses, pulling Rose’s head in various directions even as her cheeks are getting squeezed between her thighs. “GIVE IT UP, CRAZY BITCH. YOU’RE DONE!!” Evans screams up into her face, locking her legs tight and applying as much pressure as she can between the sharp throngs of pain running through her scalp.
Slowly but surely, the ferocity begins to leave Jessica’s body, the young fighter finally subdued as she sinks back to her knees, then completely prone down onto her chest, her chin still dangling near Evan’s belly button with her cheeks flushed red, eyelids fluttering, KO’ed from the lack of oxygen. Referee’s quick to make the official call, kneeling nearby the tangled up fighters and raising one of Jessica’s limp hands into the air--
PLOP! Brody’s arm falls back down to the ground. Evans still locked on tight to the move, urging him to hurry the fuck up.
PLOP!! A second time! One more and it’s over!
Raise of the arm… and PLOP!! Third’s the charm! Referee signals immediately for the bell, but it looks like there’s no need: Brody’s just putty in Rose’s hands, as the redhead finally releases her, shoves her limp form away with disgust!
AFTERMATH:
“Bitch thought she could tangle with me. ME, of all people. Well, I certainly schooled her,” Evans says with a smirk later backstage. “It’s a new beginning for me, whether Mendoza and the other bozos like it or not. For now, I’m kicking ass in Singles action, and if anyone else wants to try me, like poor Brody did, they’re most certainly welcome to.”
Meanwhile, it appears that Jessica Brody has calmed down significantly from her little freak, hulk-like moment in the ring. She’s looking around her surroundings, slightly bewildered, caught by the hot-mic mouthing to the referee, “What happened? Did I win?” before the poor ref shakes his head to deliver the bad news. Interesting character we have here, as Brody loses in her debut match, but demonstrated plenty of fire for a rookie.