Aisha vs Tiffany Laurence: The Fighting Temptations

After Aisha kicked out, Tiffany had to admit, it was high hoping on her part to think she'd defeat the Rumble Rose right out of the gate. But still, it had to put pressure on the returning wrestler. After all, she was the one making the return back to the ring, which meant she had to prove she still had what it took to fight inside it's ropes. Already, it seemed like some of the fans were starting to wonder about that, as some cheers began to emerge for Tiffany.

Aisha wasn't so quick to engage Tiffany again, not that the cowgirl blamed her. Getting dropped on the back of the head did take the wind out of people's sails. But Tiff wasn't going to rest on her laurels. If Aisha wouldn't come to her, then Tiffany was willing to bring the battle to her!

With a loud yell, Tiffany ran forward, drawing back her right hand. Seeing Aisha in her guard position, the Texan stopped within striking distance and threw a hard right cross, looking to try and blow through the other woman's guard and land a blow to the side of her face!

Oh, all right. Tiffany looked like she wanted to brawl. Good.

Aisha was a wrestler, but long before she'd ever stepped in a ring, she knew how to fight. She was raised on the street. Trained on them. Even if you took away every throw and submission hold she knew, you would still have one hell of a fistfighter to deal with.

So when she saw Tiffany rushing towards her with her fist cocked back, she couldn't help but smile behind her guard. She'd been doing good so far, but now she was stepping into Aisha's territory, and the Dancing Sistah could smell a little change coming on.

Instinct kicked in as Aisha ducked under Tiffany's punch, cutting it so close that she could feel the punch whizzing through her hair as she droppped. Her guard came down and she immediately put both of her fists to work, throwing out two uppercuts, left and right. Two hard blows aimed for both sides of Tiffany's rib cage.

Tiffany's eyes widened as her blow flew wild. Well, you couldn't really call it 'wild' when you felt the target's hair on your knuckles, but still Aisha ducked the punch and replied with a salvo of her own, slamming into her exposed ribs with a quick pair of punches from either side. And the blows hurt, even with Tiffany's well defined musculature. Aisha still had striking power to be sure....but Tiffany felt, no, knew if she could lay in a few shots of her own, Aisha would fold. Tiff was sure that no damnable dancing dilettante could go toe to toe against her for too long, once she started landing blows of her own.  

"Unngh!" the Texan snarled through gritted her teeth.
Determined to stay in close, Tiffany threw another punch, this one a left hook that sought to bury itself into the right side Aisha's rib cage.

Those two punches got the crowd cheering, and while Aisha couldn't see be bothered to make sure from this position, she was sure that some of her fans were standing up and cheering. After all, it wasn't officially an Aisha match until the punches started flying, and they were certainly in full swing, now.

"Mess with the queen bee, you get stung!" Starting to feel things turn in her favor, Aisha moved after Tiffany, expecting her to go in full retreat thanks to those solid hits. Nope, wasn't happening. She was keeping it tight and close, as if she hadn't gotten enough of Aisha's fists and craved more. Lucky for her, those fists were far from done dealing out pain.

Tiffany wasn't a bad striker by any measure, and her next punch came in nice and clean, crashing into Aisha's guard and sinking deep into her ribs, so deep that Aisha had to bite back a scream. It hurt. It was pure agony. But she was holding firm, she wasn't backing down, and she was ready to give every bit as good as she got.

Her hands came up and grabbed Tiffany's head, catching her in a tight clench and pulling her in for the real attack, as she jumped straight up shot her knee into the Texan's breadbasket, aiming for the solar plexus.

Feeling her fist sink into Aisha's midsection, Tiffany felt a surge of satisfaction. That would shut her up.
"Yeah did that sting you bi-" she began to call.

Aisha's hands caught a hold of her, lacing themselves behind her head and pulling her close. Then she felt a heavy impact in her own midsection as the Rumble Rose drove her knee into the cowgirl's body.
Letting out a ragged gasp as the blow rattled her and sent her diaphragm into spasms, Tiffany would sink to a knee if released from the clinch, trying to catch her breath as the crowd roared, firmly back behind Aisha.

*This...can't be happening...* she thought to herself. *I'm gettin' beat down by a goddamn pop princess!*

Aisha was more than content to let Tiffany's body fall down to one knee, not want to waste a single drop of energy supporting her body. Besides, that put her low, with her in a convenient spot for what she had in mind next. She was definitely hitting her stride with the brawling, and even though she did have some genuine wrestling moves to bust out, she figured they'd be saved until after Tiffany's defenses were taken down a notch or two. Then Aisha could work on bringing some real pain to her and start sealing the deal.

The crowd was roaring, the ring was shaking, and Aisha swore she could hear that annoying loop music that they liked to play over her Rumble Rose matches. It felt good. Felt like coming home.

"Wanna be like Dixie, huh?" She pullled away and stepped back, making a little space to set up her next move. "This comes with it!"

Aisha swung her leg out with a fierce roundhouse kick towards the side of Tiffany's head, swinging her hips into the motion for added power as her dancing legs went flying.

Tiffany heard Aisha's words as she spoke to the stricken cowgirl, and she vowed she was going to make her eat them, along with a larger than usual helping of her knuckles.

Somehow.

She looked up in time to catch Aisha's kick on the side of her head. The force of the blow sent Tiffany sprawling, knocking her down and rolling her onto her back, where she looked up at the arena lights. The crowd's roar came to her dimly, and she had been in enough fights to know when one was going badly. And this one was going downhill fast....

Pressure, pressure, pressure. Aisha had to keep applying it. She wouldn't admit this out, but Tiffany really wasn't turning out to be nearly as close to Dixie as she'd hoped going in - she couldn't remember Dixie ever straight up overpowering her like that and counters had never been her thing. The mannerisms were still similar, but she was going to have to unlearn some old habits, because this fight had a tight margin for error. Too many more mistakes like the one's she'd made at the start of the match, and this would wind up being one of the most humiliating loses of her career.

Aisha skipped backwards as Tiffany rolled around on the canvas, bouncing off the ropes to build up a little momentum, then bursting forward at full speed. When the time was right, she jumped up, swung her legs out, brought her arm up and tried to come down hard on Tiffany's Dixie Clemet-sized chest with an elbow drop, wanting to work her over just a little bit more before she brought this match to the ground.

And the hits just kept right on coming. Tiffany felt Aisha's elbow drive itself into her chest, the impact causing to her sharply on the mat.

Tiffany retreating out of the ring was a rare thing, but she had to regroup and collect herself. She rolled sharply to the right, a hand over chest until she went under the bottom rope, swinging her feet under her to land on them and back away to the guardrail, her eyes on Aisha....

Aisha's elbow came down and sliced deep into Tiffany's chest, making her jerk into spasms. It was a welcome sight and she would have loved to follow it up with a little ground and pound, make good on her promise to rearrange Tiffany's face.

Unfortunately, the cowgirl skipped out on her appointment, as she rolled away and took to the floor. There was brief moment where Aisha considered jumping after her, but then she remembered the last time she'd tried that sort of move. Aigle rolled out, she tried a flying spear, and, Aigle hadn't been there when she landed. Not a fun day.

So, instead, Aisha simply stood up and strutted away from the center of the ring like it was a casual day at the beach, looking calm and collected as she went and the audience cheered her on. She leaned back against the ropes on the other side of the ring  and waved at Tiffany. Not a care in the world, not a fuck given.

"So this is all you got?" She crossed her legs and shrugged.