Aisha vs Tiffany Laurence: The Fighting Temptations

"I Burn" began to play over the arena loudspeakers, drawing a roar from the crowd as it heralded two things. First, that Tiffany Laurence was coming out to the ring, and second, that meant that the impromptu match between her and the former Rumble Rose Aisha would soon be starting.

Coming down the ramp, clad in her ring attire of blue jean short shorts, white bikini top and her blue denim vest, Tiffany gave a tip of her hat while slapping hands with some of the fans. Once in the ring, the cowgirl threw her hat out into the crowd before stomping on the mat once, making a loud thumping sound. Then, she threw up a fist and yelled energetically, "Let's rock and roll!" The crowd roared again, matching her high energy, fired up demeanor.

Settling into a corner, she waited for her opponent of the night to arrive while doing some light stretches, trying to keep her adrenaline high for the upcoming match. The Texan didn't know if Aisha had any ring rust after her time away from wrestling, but the woman's past exploits demanded Tiffany's respect, and if truth be told, quite a bit of caution.

*Then again, she's been living large, having her champagne dreams and caviar wishes. I already took enough crap from a spoiled rich bitch last year. I ain't takin' it from this Brittany Spears wanna be...!* she thought to herself.

Although the crowd still liked Tiffany, as seen from their cheers when she entered, they began to chant "Aisha! Aisha! Aisha!" as if they were waiting for her to come onstage at a concert! It was enough to make the Texan heave a sigh. She usually went into matches with the crowd's support, but now, with them in a frenzy over the return of a former Rumble Rose and popular pop idol, she was going to guess that Aisha would have them firmly in her corner tonight.

Tiffany had made her entrance and now it was Aisha's turn to rock the house. But she wasn't going to just come out and walk down the ramp - this was her first match in ages. Special occasion. That called for a little extra strutting. This time, the crowd would get a little more than just a taste of her theme song. They were getting a full meal.

Aisha came out from the back with her dancers, Kelly and Sasha, flanking her on both sides. The crowd began to roar as they realized what was going down and nostalgia swept through the stands. Most wrestlers just walked down to the ring, slapped a few hands on the way, but that wasn't the Rumble Rose way. Roses knew how to make an entrance.

Hey, everybody it's Aisha!
Don't you worry, she's gonna be here for ya!
Save the world, because you've only got one!
Here we go yo, come on!

Aisha and her dancers moved in tuned to the beat, stepping out as the lights flashes, hands swinging about as their bodies shook. Aisha stepped forward with the microphone, took a deep breath and a long blink, then let it fly, crooning out to the audience while Sasha and Kelly stayed dancing behind her.

Before the sunrise, I close my eyes
Hope to see your smile again and I can
I never knew, until I met you
I could be a special somebody
Have you ever needed love until you can't even breathe?
Have you ever wanted love til the world just fell apart?"

She stepped forward as a vibration ran through her body, shaking every part, up and down her body, before she moved back and joined her dancers once again, stepping in perfect rhythm. She didn't have to look over her shoulders, didn't have to make sure they were on cue. They'd done this routine so many times, each of them could perform it in her sleep. A few times on the road, they'd almost had to.

"Need to, gotta have you
You're the one man that I need beside me!
Need to, gotta have you
I can be strong if you are beside me!
Come to me, you'll be okay,
I'll will dry your tears of sorrow softly
Need to, gotta have you
Don't you save your love anymore

Aisha came back down the ramp and locked eyes on a young guy in the front row - young, just a few years under own age, looked like some American guy on vacation. No girl beside him, no ring on his finger. Perfect.

"Let me prove my love, babe!
"You and I are meant to be!
Together as one!
It's my one and only fate!"

She wagged her finger at him as the music played, getting his attention right away. He looked like he wanted to jump over the guardrails, but one of the nearby stagehands kept him down. Safety and all that - in her shows, she never had a problem letting one of the fans come on stage and do a bit, but the AFW liked to keep it simple. Fine, no big, she could work like this. Aisha smiled at him and shot him a wink as the beat dropped.

"Before I met you, I said to myself
I was just a tiny, tiny creature.
You giving me, babe, a minute to me
I have finally figured out.

Aisha turned around and sashayed up the ramp with crisscrossing strides, making sure to give her body an appropriate level of shake on her way up, earning more than a few catcalls as she did. No shame. She didn't dress like this because she had a problem showing off her figure, after all.

"Have you ever felt so sure
That the world is making sense?
Have you ever felt so pure
You can bring your words to life?

Aisha bounced back and joined the girls, waving her hand out to the crowd as their hips shook in sync, keeping up well in her heels. It was hard work, especially in the heels, but this was a good warmup routine. Her heart was beating, her mind was getting in a good place. She was ready.

"Need to, gotta have you
You're the one man that I need beside me!
Need to, gotta have you
I can be strong if you are beside me!
Come to me, you'll be okay,
I'll will dry your tears of sorrow softly
Need to, gotta have you
Don't you save your love anymore

Aisha finally began to make her way to the ring as the lights dimmed and the soft piano played, accompanying her soft steps, hands sliding over her chest as she walked through the shadows. Each step was slow and sensuous, as her body shined in the gloom, a haunting white.

"Let me prove my love, babe!
"You and I are meant to be!
Together as one!
It's my one and only fate!"

The beat came back and she bounced her way down to the ring, singing along with the bridge as she made her way in under the ropes. She quickly rose to her feet as the lights grew brighter and broke out into her dance routine right in the middle of the ring, just like the good old days. The only difference was the quick wink she threw Tiffany while she did it all, stealing every bit of spotlight she could get her hands on.

"Have you ever felt so sure
That the world is making sense?
Have you ever felt so pure
You can bring your words to life?

For the last bit she stepped towards the cowgirl as if she were the target of all the singing, like she was speaking right to her. Her eyelids fluttered, she put on a lustful stare, she took a shy step towards Tiffany like she might actually do something and have a real moment between them...then she backed away and went right back to the chorus, blowing it off and starting her dance again. A little teasing. After all, she knew many, many AFW girls swung that way, and there was a good chance Tiffany did. Couldn't hurt to rile her up.

"Need to, gotta have you
You're the one man that I need beside me!
Need to, gotta have you
I can be strong if you are beside me!
Come to me, you'll be okay,
I'll will dry your tears of sorrow softly
Need to, gotta have you
Don't you save your love anymore!"

Aisha struck a pose as the song finished and took in the crowd's full applause. She was sweating, breathing a little hard, but she still had plenty of stamina to spare and she felt good. Better than she'd felt in a long, long time. She was back in the ring, back in action, and her body was more than ready to start dropping a few hurting bombs on Tiffany.

"And that's how it's done." Aisha tossed the microphone off to one of the stagehands and turned back to Tiffany, looking just as amused and unimpressed as she'd been an hour or so ago. Though, she had to admit, she liked what she was wearing more than the cow outfit Dixie always had on. More subtle.

Aisha pummeled her palm and pointed straight at Tiffany, curling her finger at her as the referee approached. "Think you can keep up, fool?"

"What in the hell...?"
As Aisha began her entrance, stepping out of the back with her two dancers, Tiffany's mouth fell open in astonishment as she breathed this statement, even though her words were lost in the noise. Usually, this sort of thing was saved for being in a main event match at a pay per view like Summer Splash. They were just at a taping of Friction, for heaven's sake! The crowd ate it up, roaring in adoration. Tiffany was standing near the ref girl, who was also watching in amazement. The two exchanged looks, and the ref pointed towards the approaching Aisha, as if to say 'Did you know about this?' Tiffany replied with a shrug.
'Don't look at me.' the gesture seemed to say.

As the production went on, Tiffany had to admit her eyes were on Aisha, the same as everyone in the arena as she got into the ring. The woman was still gorgeous, and she could move. Cursed with the 'white girl' sense of rhythm, Tiffany wished she could do half as well dancing as the former pop star. Hell, she'd settle for a quarter as well. Tiffany shook her head ruefully as Aisha winked at her. All in good fun, she guessed, and the Texan was more than willing to let it go at that and get down to business.

Then then blonde's eyes widened slightly as Aisha approached her. Tiffany's sky blue eyes met Aisha's brown ones, and the cowgirl found she couldn't look away, even blushing slightly. Aisha stepped closer, her eyes fluttering, a sultry look on her face that promised sinful delights and wicked desire. Tiffany started to take a step forward, as if to meet Aisha. But then the dancer abruptly stepped back, continuing her song and breaking the seductive spell that had seemed to fall over the taller woman. Realizing what happened, she looked down in embarrassment as the ref grinned at her. Even some of the fans in the front row laughed.
"Goddammit..." she cursed at herself for falling for Aisha's game.

And then the music ended, with Aisha standing there, looking as bored and unimpressed as ever, taunting her even! Tiffany felt rage bubbling up and worked to keep it contained. This had to be what Aisha was playing at, what she wanted, she reminded herself. To piss her off beyond reason and make her stupid and reckless. Well, maybe just reckless, she amended to herself. What kind of fool falls of the honeypot game? Still, Tiffany bottled her anger. She just had to leash it long enough to get her hands on the one time Rumble Rose.

"You have no idea...." she replied to Aisha's taunting question, before her eyes flicked over to the referee. "Ring the damn bell..." she'd say in a snarl that betrayed her agitated, angry state. Still, if Aisha was expecting a mad rush right at the start of the match, she'd be disappointed. Tiffany controlled her temper when the bell rang, circling to her right as she considered what her opening move might be....

For all the talk Aisha had thrown her way, she had to say that Tiffany wasn't all that much like Dixie. Oh, there were plenty of similarities, and she was sure she'd come across more than a few new ones throughout the match. But there were some big differences, too, and the biggest was how easy Tiffany got ticked off. Dixie could be a firecracker when she wanted to be, but most of the time she was pretty laid back, easy going, all nonchalant. Tiffany's button's were so easy to press, she might as well have come with an instruction booklet.

Yeah. This'd be fun.

The bell rang and Aisha started to circle around the ring, keeping up with TIffany as the two moved along each other's paths. This wasn't some tiny little thing she was dealing with, here - she didn't have Dixie's look, but the body was a close match, too. Aisha'd never been able to figure out if she was stronger than Dixie. They'd always been too close to call. So how would she stack up against the pretender?

Aisha decided there was one way to figure out, and she immediately went for it, stepping forward and going for a collar-and-elbow tie up. "Come on, big girl! Show me what you're working with!"

As they circled, Tiffany felt anticipation starting to replace the anger. That was good, it would let her get fired up without getting overly stupid. Aisha had gotten under her skin, that was true, but there was still a whole match ahead, and she had to keep in mind that despite all the singing and dancing, her opponent was a more than capable opponent who had defeated some of the toughest women in her former league, sometimes by knockout. The cowgirl couldn't afford to be reckless.

"Let's do this!"

With that, she stepped into the collar and elbow tie-up, while looking into Aisha's eyes with a determined gaze. Not wasting anytime to try and establish her strength game, Tiff would attempt to heave Aisha backwards through the air, hopefully to land on her well toned rump. If successful, Tiff would strike a pose of her own, bending over enough to give Aisha a more than generous look down into the cleavage of her bikini top. The cowgirl would then blow a kiss and wink playfully towards her before turning and giving her own rear a slap, telling Aisha where the woman could place her lips. She then walked a few steps away to raise a fist to the crowd....which greeted her with a mix of cheers and boos.

Aisha was properly braced for the tie-up. Feet were in the right position. Arms were good, muscles tensed. She'd spent the past few months training hard for her return, getting back into fighting shape. She couldn't say for sure if she was at her prime just yet, but if she wasn't, she was damned close.

Even with all of that, though, Tiffany still managed to get the better of her.

There was a moment when Aisha thought she'd have enough strength to fight  the tide, but that went to shit when Tiffany turned the full power on all of the sudden and completely overwhelmed her. She got thrown off like she was some third-rank amatuer girl in her first match, hitting the floor hard. Aisha rolled with the impact and flipped back, landing in a crouch with one knee on the floor while her hair flew back behind her in a golden arc.

She looked up at Tiffany's little celebration with a harsh glare. "It's like that, huh?" She wiped her mouth and stood back up. "Okay."

AIsha moved back in with her arms back up, looking like she was going to try her luck with the collar-and-elbow again, but as soon as she was close she pulled back, swung her leg out, and sent a swift snap kick towards Tiffany's toned stomach.

"That's right. Exactly like that." Tiffany replied after Aisha got back to her feet. Now it looked like Aisha was the one with the sour, angry look on her face. Good. It didn't make up for the humiliation from towards the end of her entrance, but it helped assuage the cowgirl's bruised pride some.

Even with all the wrestlers joining the AFW these days, there were few that the Texan felt she couldn't overpower in a raw strength contest. Quite frankly, she didn't think Aisha was one. But the singer apparently wasn't a believer yet. She stepped forward, apparently willing to lock horns with the taller Texan.

Tiffany sighed and then stepped forward, arms raised to clench up with Aisha again....only to double over and grab her midsection as the other woman drove a foot into her stomach.

There they were, those old familiar feelings. All the training in the world couldn't make up for actually being in the ring and executing the moves on someone who wasn't just a sparring partner afraid to give her a real fight. When she sunk that kick into Tiffany's stomach, muscle memory began to take over. Her arms reached out, her legs started to move and go into the right positon, and she didn't even have to give it any real thought. It simply happened. She knew what move she was going for. Maybe Tiffany was the stronger girl between them, but if she thought that meant a damn thing to the Dancing Sistah, she was wrong. So wrong.

"C'mere, girl!" She turned around, caught Tiffany in a headlock, squeezed it tight, then started to run forward, taking her head along for the ride and forcing the rest of her body to keep up. "Time to fly!" After a couple of steps, Aisha tried to jump and, kick her legs out, and slam Tiffany's face into the mat with a bulldog, wanting to hear the lovely, familiar sound of someone's head cracking against the canvas.

The cowgirl gave a grunt as she felt Aisha lay in with a headlock, calling out as she did so.

Then as the dancer began to run forward, Tiffany's instincts kicked in. She knew...just knew Aisha was going for a bulldog. Her stepbrother Johnny loved the move and all of it variations, and had subjected her to them in the spars that counted as part of her training these days. As such, her counter to them was borderline instinctive.

"No....no you don't!"
Feeling Aisha's body start to jump, Tiffany planted her feet to ground herself, with one arm going around the other woman's waist, as her other hand placed itself just above the back of Aisha's knee. Lifting, adding her strength to the Rumble Roses's leap, Tiffany went on to attempt her move, looking to counter the bulldog attempt into a backdrop suplex that would bring Aisha crashing down onto the mat, her upper back and back of her head impacting with the canvas. The cowgirl would even arch her back into a bridge after the landing, looking to make matters worse for the returning veteran by keeping her shoulders to the mat and trying to shut out Aisha with an embarrassingly early pinfall!

The bulldog wasn't a move Aisha routinely used when she was with the Rumble Roses. Before, she would have simply slammed Tiffany down with a simple DDT and laid her flat, then worked her over with a submission move. In the past few months, though, she hadn't just been getting up to speed, she'd added a few new moves to the list, and she was eager to show them off.

As Tiffany brought her up and over with the suplex, though, she couldn't help but think that, maybe, she should've just gone with the DDT and saved the bulldog for later, when Tiffany was more worn down. If they ever got to that point.

"1...!"

It was a first minute pinfall, so Aisha kicked out before the referee had even begun to raise her hand for the next count. But all the same, it wasn't a good look for the returning Rose, and the crowd was acknowledging it, sending more cheers Tiffany's way than she expected at this point in the match. The match was still fresh, but Aisha had only scored a kick so far, while 'Dixie Clemets Light' had pulled off a reversal and pin. The score was much wider than she would've liked.

Aisha rolled out of the pin and started to rise up, a little slow. Still reeling for the suplex a bit, and she got up her arms in a guard to recover. This time, Tiffany would be bringing the heat to her.