Salos vs Rosa del Dorado

Salos focused his energy and attacked with a fiery whip as he climbed the turnbuckle. A crazy idea in his head. 

(Flame whip)

23= Failure

As Rosa got her bearings back, Salos swung his whip toward her. She narrowly avoided it, but could not restabilize before Salos made his next move.

(Turn Pass)

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Salos Willpower= 30
Rosa Stamina= 43 (Burned 1 Turn)

(Nobody else has gone to the top rope before, so I really wanna know where you're going with this one and give it another chance to succeed.)

Salos focuses his energy to create another Flameshield. He jumps towards her, intending to crash his new shield into her along with his body. He decided to fight a diva by thinking like a diva. 

(Flameshield + improve attack)

(She can take two moves in a row if she wants. I thought this would be a little more fun than throwing fireballs all day. Lol)

20= Success

The crowd got to its feet in anticipation as Salos stood atop the turnbuckle. They had never seen a challenger take such a risk and the tension in the air was palpable. A subdued roar emanated from the crowd as Salos looked around, feeling the unfamiliar encouraging looks of Midara on him. With a fire in his heart, Salos lifted a finger to the sky, bringing the crowd that much closer to the edge.

He turned to his opponent and propelled himself into the air. He activated his flame shield and came crashing down in a simple, yet effective cross-body, flattening Rosa into the mat. The crowd erupted into chaotic excitement and Salos got right back to his feet and roared into the crowd, intensifying their frenzy.

(Turn Pass)

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Salos Willpower= 30
Rosa Stamina= 39

(I'm actually just reveling in this imagery)

Salos was surprised by how well his improvised attack was well received. The feeling of the cheers and action was seductive in its own way. “Now I see why you fight like this. It can be very fun. I think I am understanding you better.” Salos said, surprised that thinking like a diva worked for him. He continues his attack by running to the ropes and bouncing off them and deciding to use a new attack he had been working on. He creates a gauntlet of flames around his arm and hand and attempts to bring it down in in wrestling fashion.

(Free move - Burning Knuckle)
(3 damage and stuns on crit)

64= Success

Charging off the ropes, Salos delivered an empowered clothesline to his opponent, sending her crashing back down to the mat.

Stinging Slaps 43= Failure

Rosa was up rather quickly and attempted a string of knife-edged chops, but Salos ducked the first and was ready to continue.

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Salos Willpower= 30 (2 Flame Shield Turns Remaining)
Rosa Stamina= 36

Salos decides to keep up with these wrestling style attacks and bounces off the ropes for a flaming Superman punch with his fire gauntlet.

(Free move - Burning knuckle)

77= Failure

Salos reeled back to deliver another short range clothesline, but Rosa ducked it.

Free Move 44= Blocked!

Rosa lept into the air and thrust her legs to attack Salos, but his flame shield absorbed the damage and the dropkick just pushed him back gently

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Salos Willpower= 30 (1 Flame Shield Turn Remaining)
Rosa Stamina= 36

Salos decided to try another move he had been working on. He creates four daggers of flame between his fingers and launches them at Rosa.

(Free move - Blaze Daggers)
(Four 1 WP attacks.)

46, 5, 39, 1= 1 Hit, 3 Miss

Salos unleashed four of his fiery blades at Rosa, one hit her square in the shoulder, another narrowly missed, the other two he didn't see where they went, but the small, localized commotions in the crowd didn't bode well.

Taunt 47= Failure

"Ay, sharp, aren't you, pobrecito~?" Rosa taunted as she rolled her shoulder and Salos's shield dissipated.

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Salos Willpower= 30
Rosa Stamina= 35

“I didn’t want you to get bored, so I took some tips from your playbook. Just with less lipstick.” He said in a taunting manner as he created more daggers and threw them her way.

(Free move - Blaze daggers)

75, 97, 34, 89= 1 Hit, 3 Miss

Once again, only one of his daggers found their mark and the other three went wide.

Motorboat of the Caribbean 57= Failure

Rosa reached for his arm to whip him into the corner, but he juked away in time.

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Salos Willpower= 30
Rosa Stamina= 34

Salos creates another gauntlet of flames and charges at her.

(Free move - blazing knuckle)

45= Failure

Salos made a clubbing swing at the Diva, but she dodged it and went right on the counterattack.

Louise Thez Press 90= Critical Success!

Rosa's knees pushed Salos's chest and forced him onto his back. She straddled his prone form and grabbed his face.

"Dame besos, pobrecito!" Rosa exclaimed before launching a bombardment of kisses. The showboat's plump, puckered, painted red lips crashed into Salos's. The first kiss ended in a juicy smack, as did the second, and the third, and the fourth. Salos's lips withstood a hellacious barracge of kisses, and the smell of lipstick was firmly installed in his mind even after Rosa climbed off him.

Hallelujah 92= Critical Success!

With Salos on the mat trying to remember his name, Rosa took some time to make a show of reapplying her lipstick. With her makeup fresh, she peppered both her palms with kisses and proceeded to rub her hands off of each other, causing a veritable blizzard of tangible lips to fly off and daintily float down before finding purchase on Salos's face and neck. Each kiss was slow and sensual and with so many of them happening at the same time, what few thoughts Salos had quickly dispersed and his mind went entirely blank.

With lipstick marks covering every inch from his neck up, and his lips completely coated in lipstick, Salos could not even attempt to recover.

Dirty Sexy Money 64= Success

Salos noticed his vision had darkened. He blinked and his vision returned, but the ceiling he saw now was different somehow. He tried to sit up but found he was already standing. Assessing his surroundings, he quickly realized he was the portrait on a dollar bill! His heart dropped as he saw a much bigger Rosa on top of the nearest corner winking his way. As the showboat launched herself off the top, Salos wracked his brain for a way out of his predicament. Gravity worked faster than his mind.

Rosa's lips came crashing down on the diminutive Salos, absolutely enveloping him in a monstrous kiss. The dollar was marked with a plump kiss mark until Rosa snapped her fingers. Suddenly, the note was gone and Salos was back to his normal size, though an enormous lipstick mark was painted across most of his torso and face, even marking some of the mat around him.

The visible hearts rising out of Salos's head were a clear indicator of his current state.

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Salos Willpower= 20 (Charmed)
Rosa Stamina= 34

Salos was covered in kiss marks. It painted his face and outfit. It almost looked like he was the kissing obsessed wrestler in his kids print outfit. He just stood there dazed from all her kisses. If she could trap him in a dollar bill, what else could she do to him.

(Feel free to get creative with some attacks. He is lost in a lust filled haze. Have fun with the next move. )

Motorboat of the Caribbean 54= Success

Rosa picked him back up and whipped him into the corner. She posed to the delight of the crowd before she hit Salos with a corner splash, wedging his face into her breasts before shimmying around.

(Salos is stunned!)

Rear View 94= Critical Success!

With a furious push, Rosa threw Salos into the ropes. She spun around and leaped into the air, hitting Salos with her outstretched ass. His head bounced off the canvas, throwing him further into a loop.

(Follow Up!)

Pierced by Golden Thorns 24= Success

The time had come. Rosa knew it, the crowd knew it, Salos was woefully unaware. Rosa strutted to the corner and made a show of producing a tube of golden lipstick from her cleavage, holding it in the air for the crowd to see. She uncapped the tube and began applying it as the crowd chanted "Be-sos! Be-sos! Be-sos!"

The roar of the crowd pulled Salos partially out of his amorous stupor and he slowly got to his feet. Rosa tossed the lipstick into the crowd as Salos stumbled around. With a battle cry of "Besame!" Rosa charged forward and lept on Salos, wrapping her aroms and legs around him while pressing her golden lips into his unsuspecting face.

The kisses were constant and affectionate and Salos's face slowly turned from red to gold as Rosa marked him with her trademark. The crowd's chanting was a roar and the bombardment of smooches was a shining light around the entire arena.

With a final, animated, amourous kiss on the lips, Rosa finished her assault with a juicy smack that caused the shine to explode in light. Salos was done.

(Salos's Willpower has reached 0! Salos has succumb!)

Rosa released him, letting his shoulders meet the mat. The referee completed the three count and the bell rang.

"The winner of this match," came the announcer over the speakers ",Rosa del Dorado!"

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Salos laid on the ground, dazed, with his face covered in golden lipstick. He knew that Rosa had won. He awaited what she would do for her victory.

With one arm, Rosa hefted her prize over her shoulder and began a walk up the entrance ramp. As his head lightly bobbed about, Salos could hear a chant of "Rosa's gonna kiss you! Rosa's gonna kiss you!" from the arena's crowd. He assumed she was taking her time high fiving fans in the crowd, judging from the clearer cheers for Rosa and teases aimed at him. Rosa turned around and blew a kiss to the crowd before slipping behind the curtain into the backstage area.

Usually, Salos would be keeping track of Rosa's route and the surroundings of said route. He'd be subtly checking one way or another for any signs of an exit and biding his time to make a final attempt at escaping the ordeal. This however, was not a usual circumstance. He had lost to Midara before, but this time, the sequence that led to his defeat absolutely crushed his psyche. His mind was blank, save for the memory of the storm of smooches he had been subjected to. The little consciousness he had regained wasn't focusing on anything so constructive as escape, with Rosa's behind right in front of his swaying face.

Rosa plopped her cargo onto a folding chair beside a thruway of what appeared to be an underground garage. She called over a few P.A.s with fiber-wipes to come over an clean the lipstick that was currently coating most of Salos's body.

"You gave me quite the scare there, pobrecito," Rosa began ",nobody has really embraced the ring quite like you." The P.A.s did not have the job done before they emptied a whole box of makeup remover. One of them ran to grab another box, or three, while the rest used their own towels to continue the cleanup.

"I would've been in some trouble if you were tougher," Rosa continued after flustering one of the assistants with a wink ",I had promised to bring a toy for my clique tonight, and when I saw you, I knew the ladies would just eat you up amorcito~"

Her "clique?" Before Salos had time to consider the implications, a massive limousine appeared from around the corner. The time it took for the back of the limo to appear allowed the P.A.s time to fully remove the lipstick from Salos. A chorus of hip-hop and feminine voices emanated from within the vehicle.

"I'm glad you do well in front of crowds, amorcito," Rosa said with her hand on the door handle "because you're gonna have the spotlight all to yourself~"

She opened the door and yelled quick a greeting to the limo's occupant's before coming back out to collect Salos. She grabbed him by the waistband and tossed him into the limo. A look to his left made his heart stop. The corridor of the limo's interior looked to stretch on forever, easily past his sight. On each side of the aisle sat a row of midara of all shapes and shades, all well dressed, and every one of them with their eyes on him. Each of them had looks that spelled nothing good for him; lust, adoration, excitement.

He heard the door close behind him and he looked to see Rosa taking her seat at the very back of the limo.

She pulled him in for a juicy kiss on the lips before yelling to her companions ",Here you go chicas! Daselo a el!"

A cacophony of kisses erupted from the limousine a moment before it pulled away into the night.

[7 Hours Later]

It was a quiet, early morning in front of an inn on the outskirts of a small town that heard a faint rumble in the distance. A few seconds passed and the faint sound of smacking could be heard as well. An impossibly long limousine revealed itself as the source of the noise as it rumbled down the dirt road. It took a good while before the back of the vehicle stopped in front of the inn, at which point the sound of numerous smacking lips had woken up any inhabitants of the inn who hadn't been roused by the sound of the engine. Hearing the avalanche of kisses led everyone to stay indoors and out of reach of midara.

The waves of kisses subsided before the back door swung open.

"Thanks for the good time amorcito! You're welcome for the ride home! Mmmmmmmmwah!!!"

A largely limp Salos flew from the limo before it pulled away, rolling on the ground before splaying across the grass.

From head to toe, every inch of Salos was painted with shades of red, pink, brown, purple, black and golden lipstick. His lips in particular was a mess of colors.

It would be a while before the innkeepers considered the coast to be clear and went to retrieve their defeated patron. In that time, Salos had plenty of opportunity to reflect on his experience. Which he did. In excruciating detail.