TheCrimsonRisk
Ryonani Teamster
- Joined
- Jun 10, 2010
Blessed with warm, caramel skin, an insanely fit body, and the adorable features of a pop idol, Savan Rowe has an easy time finding bookings. But she’s about to find out that her fan-friendly look is both a gift and a curse.
“Savan,” Kherington warned. “This isn’t just wrestling to her. She… she’s not like us. She has tactics, motivations… cravings that we can’t begin to understand. Do you get what I’m trying to say?”
Savan nodded along, only half paying attention to what Kherington was saying. She appreciated the advice, but knew that she had to make her own way in this business and that Kherington wouldn’t object if it’s what she really wanted.
She’d made up her mind. She was going to step into the ring with Rose.
*****
Whatever natural talent Savan brought to her matchup with Rose, it was nothing compared to the LAW champion’s skill, experience, and wrestling savvy. The bout quickly turned into another exhibition for Rose, much to the delight of her legion of fans.
She gave Savan no room to breathe, grinding the golden sole of her boot on Savan’s pretty face as she was stuck against the bottom turnbuckle. This wasn’t the fun and games that Savan expected when she stepped through the ropes; no, as Kherington had cautioned, it was something else entirely.
Rose let Savan out of the corner and turned her back on her, a show of immense disrespect and a dare for her opponent to take a clean shot from behind. Sporting as always, Savan didn’t bite, but she did grab Rose roughly by the shoulder to turn her around before attempting a forearm strike. It was exactly what Rose knew she would do.
She expertly caught Savan’s arm and then yanked down on it to bring the girl to her knees. Throwing her legs up and across Savan’s back, she scissored the opposite arm and fell back with all of her weight to drag Savan to the mat. Soon, both of Savan’s arms were completely immobilized and she was caught in sinister crucifix stretch.
“N-n-n-n-no way! How… how are you doing this? I can’t move!”
“That’s precisely the point."
It was a deceivingly simple move (for Rose, anyway). Savan only wasted energy trying to buck and kick out of it, every thrust of her hips causing her upper body to shift uncomfortably. It felt like Rose could pop her shoulders out of their sockets or snap her arms at any moment. When Rose used her free hand to snatch Savan’s chin and yank it in a crossface, she knew she was in deep trouble.
Savan was tough, but she also knew when she was beat and she had to hand it to Rose, she handily outwrestled her and deserved to win. So it didn’t take long for Savan to tap out and admit defeat.
“How precious. You think this means I have to let you go?”
Rose winked at the referee, who sheepishly called for the bell before exiting the ring and leaving Savan in her predicament. She started to panic, bucking and kicking and tiring herself out even more as Rose just calmly and cruelly stroked her hair.
“That’s it. Get all of that futile fight out of your system before we have some real fun.”
She planted a kiss right on Savan’s lips, a gesture that stunned the helpless wrestler into silence. Suddenly, the struggle stopped. Savan closed her eyes and settled into Rose’s clutches, then renewed her protests with a verbal whine.
“Pfffah! You-you-you kissed me! Get your gross lips off of me, lady!”
Another kiss followed, then another, then another, each more aggressive than the last. Savan was ill prepared for such lustful aggression and she almost passed out as Rose sucked the air from her lungs and filled her mouth with sticky spit. She struggled anew, but her movements were aimless and ineffective, doing more to draw attention to the unwelcome eroticism of the scene than to actually increase her chances of escape.
Not satisfied with owning Savan’s mouth, Rose reached a hand down to pinch Savan’s inner thigh, which caused another abrupt shudder from her captive. As Savan gasped, Rose dove in for a ferocious kiss, slamming their tongues together and suckling on Savan’s lips. When she finally pulled away, a thick trail of saliva kept their mouths connected.
“Ahuuuh… nnnuuuuhhh…”
“Mmmh… just what I wanted. A little taste of the Caribbean.”
Savan just shook her head in despair and in disbelief that an opponent would do something like this to her in the middle of a match. She couldn’t even form the words to beg, at least not before Rose leaned in for another kiss, her wandering hand moving along Savan’s tender flesh towards virgin territory.
“Well. Maybe more than just a taste.”
Savan Rowe in Kiss From a Rose
When the invitation came for Savan to wrestle for the League of Anime Wrestling, she was ecstatic, but her enthusiasm wasn’t shared by everyone. Kherington Campbell, a fellow wrestler who had taken a liking to the precocious rookie, had recently suffered a humiliating loss in the popular promotion to one of its biggest stars, Rose Gold. It was obvious that Rose had heard of Savan’s association with Kherington and likely had something to do with the invitation making its way to Savan.“Savan,” Kherington warned. “This isn’t just wrestling to her. She… she’s not like us. She has tactics, motivations… cravings that we can’t begin to understand. Do you get what I’m trying to say?”
Savan nodded along, only half paying attention to what Kherington was saying. She appreciated the advice, but knew that she had to make her own way in this business and that Kherington wouldn’t object if it’s what she really wanted.
She’d made up her mind. She was going to step into the ring with Rose.
*****
Whatever natural talent Savan brought to her matchup with Rose, it was nothing compared to the LAW champion’s skill, experience, and wrestling savvy. The bout quickly turned into another exhibition for Rose, much to the delight of her legion of fans.
She gave Savan no room to breathe, grinding the golden sole of her boot on Savan’s pretty face as she was stuck against the bottom turnbuckle. This wasn’t the fun and games that Savan expected when she stepped through the ropes; no, as Kherington had cautioned, it was something else entirely.
Rose let Savan out of the corner and turned her back on her, a show of immense disrespect and a dare for her opponent to take a clean shot from behind. Sporting as always, Savan didn’t bite, but she did grab Rose roughly by the shoulder to turn her around before attempting a forearm strike. It was exactly what Rose knew she would do.
She expertly caught Savan’s arm and then yanked down on it to bring the girl to her knees. Throwing her legs up and across Savan’s back, she scissored the opposite arm and fell back with all of her weight to drag Savan to the mat. Soon, both of Savan’s arms were completely immobilized and she was caught in sinister crucifix stretch.
“N-n-n-n-no way! How… how are you doing this? I can’t move!”
“That’s precisely the point."
It was a deceivingly simple move (for Rose, anyway). Savan only wasted energy trying to buck and kick out of it, every thrust of her hips causing her upper body to shift uncomfortably. It felt like Rose could pop her shoulders out of their sockets or snap her arms at any moment. When Rose used her free hand to snatch Savan’s chin and yank it in a crossface, she knew she was in deep trouble.
Savan was tough, but she also knew when she was beat and she had to hand it to Rose, she handily outwrestled her and deserved to win. So it didn’t take long for Savan to tap out and admit defeat.
“How precious. You think this means I have to let you go?”
Rose winked at the referee, who sheepishly called for the bell before exiting the ring and leaving Savan in her predicament. She started to panic, bucking and kicking and tiring herself out even more as Rose just calmly and cruelly stroked her hair.
“That’s it. Get all of that futile fight out of your system before we have some real fun.”
She planted a kiss right on Savan’s lips, a gesture that stunned the helpless wrestler into silence. Suddenly, the struggle stopped. Savan closed her eyes and settled into Rose’s clutches, then renewed her protests with a verbal whine.
“Pfffah! You-you-you kissed me! Get your gross lips off of me, lady!”
Another kiss followed, then another, then another, each more aggressive than the last. Savan was ill prepared for such lustful aggression and she almost passed out as Rose sucked the air from her lungs and filled her mouth with sticky spit. She struggled anew, but her movements were aimless and ineffective, doing more to draw attention to the unwelcome eroticism of the scene than to actually increase her chances of escape.
Not satisfied with owning Savan’s mouth, Rose reached a hand down to pinch Savan’s inner thigh, which caused another abrupt shudder from her captive. As Savan gasped, Rose dove in for a ferocious kiss, slamming their tongues together and suckling on Savan’s lips. When she finally pulled away, a thick trail of saliva kept their mouths connected.
“Ahuuuh… nnnuuuuhhh…”
“Mmmh… just what I wanted. A little taste of the Caribbean.”
Savan just shook her head in despair and in disbelief that an opponent would do something like this to her in the middle of a match. She couldn’t even form the words to beg, at least not before Rose leaned in for another kiss, her wandering hand moving along Savan’s tender flesh towards virgin territory.
“Well. Maybe more than just a taste.”
