Roll under the ropes- make her come to you!

Time to think outside the box. Literally.

Moving in the opposite direction, you drag your body along the canvas just as Rose was literal fingertips away from her little sex-toy collection.

Rolling to the side, you keep on going until finally you’re underneath the bottom rope.

Sliding off of the ring apron, you catch yourself on your feet, not fully standing on your own but holding on to the rope with one hand.

The picture painted here seemed to do the trick as you could almost feel Rose’s ire burning into the top of your head.

“There’s nowhere in this place I won’t hang you by your balls, fuckboy,” the tattooed brunette snarls, switching course and instantly stomping your way.

Her footsteps, while petite, are like thundering crashes in a storm across the mat.

“Even if I have to drag your wimpy ass back in here.” Her voice hovers above you as she approaches.

Almost sensing the disdainful heat radiating from her, you wait and wait and wait, and then…

Gotcha, bitch.

Grabbing her by the ankles just as she is close enough to the ropes, you yank her offbalance, prompting the anarchic sexfighter to fall nearly flat on her back.

Dragging her under the bottom rope along the ring apron, you reeled in the perhaps too overzealous brunette right into an amateur yet effective trap.

With Rose now in your immediate grasp, you waste no time at all pressing your advantage.

Grunting out as you turn towards the crowd, you whip the tattooed woman backfirst into the metal barricade.

“Oof, Rose may be tough, but noone can hit those barricades and instantly bounce back with a scowl and a catchphrase to match,” the commentator winces, his mock sympathy almost premature compared to what you had in store for her next.

Seizing her as she staggered back into range, slightly favoring her spine, you make her ‘sell’ her back even more by scooping her up into a spinebuster position, and then spinning around with a sharp pivot of your hips to end up-

“Hah!” Growling out, you deliver the spinebuster on the hard surface of the ring apron, upping the pain levels another notch.

Rose, judging by everything you’ve heard about her, is a pretty tough bitch.

But, no matter how tough you are, getting slammed on the ring apron with virtually no protection is gonna hurt like hell.

And the revealing yelp that escapes her lips was just audible confirmation of that fact.

“Spine on the pine! John’s looking to bringing the hurt early on,” the commentator enthuses, observing the black-haired woman just barely keep herself upright with visible pain seared across her expression, “Let’s see how long he can keep up before the abuser becomes the abused.”

Getting a solid idea on just how to do that, you take Rose by the hair, guiding her off of the ring apron and directing her towards your next action: