Rosa "Crusher" Cabrera vs. Blue Imugi - Pound It

This sucked. This sucked so bad.

The only thing Imugi wanted to do was move. Stand up. Be literally anywhere else other than beneath this titan whose patience was clearly running on fumes at the moment. Not a fantastic place to be. Many of her fans were feeling the same sentiment, their cheers quickly disappearing into shouts and pleas once they realized their idol hadn’t moved an inch. She had to find a way out of this. Her only saving grace was that she wasn’t entirely aware of the danger bearing down on her.

That didn’t last very long. Imugi was thrust back to life with an inexorable stomp buried into her six-pack.Rosa kept the assault coming with one blow after another, trying to erase her beneath her soles like she was a cockroach on her kitchen floor. Imugi curled herself up on the spot, tucking her head into her arms and her legs close to her chest, gritting her teeth close together and hoped the onslaught would end soon.

Rosa had just stomped Imugi into putty, feeling good about softening her up. She felt like Imugi was one good high impact move away from being defeated, a bug to be scraped off her boots. Rosa bent down, picking Imugi up and hefting her into the air overhead, ending with Imugi draped across her shoulders, walking towards the center of the ring. Rosa could feel it, this was it for this little pest of a woman. She was resilient like a roach, but Rosa was done with this insect! Rosa was going to lift Imugi up and angle her whole body to the side, looking to drive her hard to the mat with a death valley driver to potentially put this little lady down for good!

Truth is, this was nothing new for Imugi. It was a position she rarely found herself in, but it did happen. The pit fights she used to scrape in were a rough place, filled with lowlifes that were totally unafraid of taking the cheap shot whenever they could. The first bit was getting her on the floor, then they could finish her off while she was down and helpless. When she couldn’t run around like she was used to. Nobody ever got around to that second part, though.

It seemed like that was all about to change as Rosa finally stopped putting the boot down on her and instead grabbed the idol by those meaty hooks. The Latina wasted no time in hoisting the smaller girl around her shoulders as the arena roused to life. This seemed like the end of their beloved fighting princess, dangling helplessly for her opponent’s inevitable finisher.

Or so it seemed. Right when Rosa’s body surged, ready to execute the final blow, Imgui’s eye peeked open adn her arm quickly shot up before it came straight back down, looking to bury her elbow into the Spanish titan’s temple. If she managed that, Imugi would take advantage of her weakened grip to slip herself free. Swinging behind the woman and planting her knees onto her back in one fluid motion. The Korean speedster would throw her weight back and try to make both of them fall backward, ramming her knees into Rosa’s exposed back with a lungblower.

Everything seemed to be flowing in slow motion for Rosa, and although time had slowed down she was powerless to stop the chain of events from happening leaving her as a spectator of her own downfall. The elbow strike was hard and sudden leaving Rosa stunned. Image fell behind her and had her knees placed as the wobbly Rosa was unable to stop her. Upon impact Rosa let out a twisted, pained wheezing groan as her face was contorted in agony! She crumpled to the mat and writhed as she laid on the mat, heaving as she tried to gasp for breath after the wind was knocked out of her. This was not at all where she wanted to be, after she had been within a second, one simple motion away from crushing the life out of Imugi.

Thank god that worked.

Imgui didn’t doubt her physical prowess all that much. Hadn’t had much reason to in the past or anything in her recent present. She hit people and they fell down fairly reliably, that was the typical routine. But with Rosa, she found herself sincerely doubting that any single strike could really put this woman down. If anything, it just seemed to make her angrier. More determined. When she went for the gambit with her knee strike, she was flipping a coin on whether she’d be getting up off the floor a second later on her two feet or on the back of a stretcher.

The divine was smiling on her today, it seemed. The Latina came down easily into her lungblower, and the pair were left passed on the canvas. Rosa seemed to be in a bad way, but frankly Imugi wasn’t feeling much better, even with the mild satisfaction of dealing some intense damage to the Mexican powerhouse. The brutal stomping left her body a mess, every slight twitch of muscles sent a jolt of pain leaving her groaning and miserable on the canvas.

Needless to say, Imugi wasn’t in much of a mood to be very cordial. She knew how bad it would be if Rosa got the advantage again. Yeah, not gonna happen.

Shakily, the little Korean rolled over onto her front and pushed her way up to one knee, noticeably struggling on her sore limbs and fresh bruises. She was willing to bet that Rosa wasn’t intending on staying down either. That worked fine for her, because the Blue Bullet would take off just as she saw that head leave the canvas, breaking into a sprinter’s rush before throwing her foot in a wide arc, aiming to clap Rosa straight in the face with a penalty kick.

Rosa was finally recovered enough to try to get up. She was seeing red at this point, running on pure anger. She was going to rip this little brat in half if she had her way! However, that was not to be. As soon as Rosa got up she felt a sharp kick absolutely hammer her face! Her left hand was still hurting, but now this unseen kick that connected left her in a heap on the mat! It connected right with her jaw, cutting open her lower lip as it left the giant barely conscious on the mat. Rosa didn't know what was going on and she was wide open for whatever else Imugi was going to throw her way. Rosa was barely awake enough for her frustration and embarrassment to set in as she was laid out on the canvas. Angry at herself for not being able to crush this woman and embarrassed that she had succeeded all match long in making Rosa look like a bumbling incompetent fool.

Now this was the kind of reversal Imugi was happy with. Not two seconds ago she was getting ragdolled around like a mouse in a gorilla pit. Rosa had put her through the ringer and any more punishment may have made this comeback impossible.

But she did slip up, and Imugi was more than happy to take advantage of that. Her kick landed crisp, even making a few her sympathizers in the crowd reel back in their seats. If the zaffer speedster had a bit more oxygen in her lungs and a few less bruises on her ribs, she might have shared in that sentiment a bit. Had a few chuckles. That kind of attitude was dead and buried now as she stood with her hands on her knees, taking in a few deep breaths and watching droplets of sweat drip from the tip of her nose to the canvas between her feet.. Rosa had proven herself too dangerous and too eager to tear her small ass in two for all of that. She had a golden opportunity here and the longer she stood around doing nothing, the further it slipped away.

That was when her mind came up with something daring. The Korean girl looked up and found herself a couple steps from the turnbuckle. She hadn’t tried this particular move before, but considering she was already standing up and her opponent was still downed and hurting, there were worse opportunities for it. She leapt up with one foot on the middle buckle, then kicked straight up to the top in the blink of an eye, facing the downed Latina in the middle of the ring. Big target, but now that she was up here, the altitude was starting to play with her head. Her muscles still ached, everything felt heavy.

She breathed deep, taking it nice and slow. Visualize it in your head, think two steps further than where you are now. Think about the descent, brace for the impact, don't forget to-

“YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL IMUGI!”

Jeez.

Imgui threw a glance over her shoulder before she focused back on Rosa. Her face relaxed with a lazy grin, her breathing slowed and steadied. She closed her eyes and threw up a quick peace sign as she turned on the spot to face the crowd. A deep breath and one prayer to God, Imugi primed her legs and flipped backward through the air, twisting and turning on the descent to come crashing down flat across Rosa’s midsection with a gravity-defying Phoenix Splash.

Rosa was down, and now it seemed as if she was out. The big, proud woman hell bent on dominating AFW was on the bottom against a woman a foot shorter than her quite literally. Rosa was still barely with it from the kick when the splash hit, a look of pure agony twisting her facial features as pain, humiliation and embarrassment all flooded into the barely conscious woman. Rosa was seemingly at the wrong end of Imugi effectively dominating her for the vast majority of the matchup. Rosa's torso felt like it was on fire now, her chest heaved as she gasped for breath feeling as if she couldn't breathe. Rosa couldn't remember the last time she ever felt like this in any fight, save for that boxing thing she was put into against a former professional boxer and even that wasn't as bad as the pain she felt here.

The anticipation was always the worst part. Falling was eas. Letting yourself go took little more than an instant of dedication, one swallow of courage and gravity would take care of the rest.

But waiting for the actual payoff, never being certain of the rest of the world was as you plummeted further and further... it was one of the few things that Imugi could say never got boring. Though she wouldn't exactly call it fun either. Her body twisted and turned, whipped the wind about her in midair in a brilliant torrent as she came down like a roaring comet, and Imugi prayed to God that Rosa hadn't disappeared somewhere else in the time between.

Her fears exploded on the canvas with the rest of the Latina's body. A rippling wave of muscle and skin shot through their bodies, leaving Rosa aching and breathless and Imugi a little better than that. The crowd applauded and roared around her, but she didn’t waste time soaking it in. If anything, she felt even less sure of herself the closer she was to this spiteful titan.

Her body was moving on auto-pilot, reaching her arms around and hooking Rosa’s leg into the air before the dust had even settled. She turned her body into stone, a boulder on top of a sleeping giant.

Please God stay the hell down.

“ONE!”

“TWO!”

"THREE!"

The bell rang and Rosa's embarrassment was solidified as she indeed lost to Imugi. The speedy cocky little pest managed to pick her apart, making her look like a big, dumb, inept fool inside the ring. Rosa only laid there on her back using her arms to cover her face as the crowd loudly cheered her defeat. She was going to get back at this little brat someday. She had to, and when she did it wasn't going to be pretty. However, for the moment she was left swallowing the bitter pill of defeat.