Aisha vs Tiffany Laurence: The Fighting Temptations

The referee began counting, starting the slow ten count that Tiffany would have to be in the ring by. That fine by her, she didn't plan on leaving, just take a bit of a breather. She also went over the last few minutes of the match in her mind, trying to figure out where things had gone wrong. As much as the cowgirl hated to admit it, it seemed once it came down to a fistfight, Aisha had the advantage over the bigger Texan!
Almost absently, she answered Aisha's taunt by extending a fist towards her, the middle finger raised as she made some mental adjustments to her game plan. Well, more like actually came up with a game plan.

The blonde stepped up onto the apron, then would duck between the ropes to come back into the ring, keeping a wary eye on the dangerous dancer...

And there was the middle finger. Tiffany was ruder than Aisha remembered Dixie being, too. Granted, Aisha hadn't exactly been on her best behavior, either, so she couldn't point fingers, but it all boiled down to the way they'd come at each other. This was Aisha's first day in the AFW, her big debut, and she had to set the tone before she could even think about taking on Dixie and the other Roses. She didn't need to just win, she needed to win and look good while doing it.

So it was a good thing that her dancing partner wouldn't keep her waiting too long and made her way back into the ring. Aisha decided to greet her properly, in her own special way.

The moment Tiffany stepped back in, she bounced off the ropes, went straight for her at full speed, and leaped up at the last moment to come at her with a running knee lift - another old favorite from her Rumble Rose days.

Aisha seemed eager to continue her onslaught, running at Tiffany the moment she was in the ring. The cowgirl was of the same mind, running forward at the oncoming Rose, while reminding herself to stay away from an all out brawl with the other woman.

When Aisha took to the air, Tiffany moved slightly off to the side, so that the knee wouldn't strike her face and Aisha's toned stomach would fold over the cowgirl's right shoulder, catching the singer out of the air. The Texan wrapped her arms around Aisha's waist and then dropped to one knee. Aisha would be returned to a standing position, but straddling Tiffany's other knee as it slammed between her legs, up into her pelvic region as the Texan went for an inverted atomic drop!

One thing went through Aisha's mind as she crashed on Tiffany's bulging shoulder and was hoisted up, one single thought as she was brought down hard and slammed on her knee with the inverted atomic drop, one annoying little notion as she cried and flopped hard on her back, nearly hitting the referee on her way down.

That running knee lift would've worked on Dixie. Damn it.

Aisha's grunt was filled with annoyance and pain, as she took a moment to rub her battered tailbone. She flipped over to her chest and started to push up, but it was slow going. Tiffany had gotten some good airtime and power on that move, and she'd be feeling the effects for a while.

Tiffany watched as Aisha's hand rubbed over her rear in an attempt to soothe her tailbone, her thong visible over the low riding pants she wore.  Even as much as Aisha pissed her off, she had to admit the Rose had a phenomenal body.

Not that it changed her mind about what she decided to do next.  

After Aisha rolled onto her front, Tiffany walked over to her opponent, reaching down to haul her up by her arm.
"Come on, on your feet, Brittany." she drawled. "You asked if that was all I got, right? Short answer...it ain't, sugar."

Once she got Aisha on her feet, Tiffany would push her head down so she was bent over, locking her arm under the former Rumble Rose's chin. Her other hand seized a hold of Aisha's pants at her hip. Then with a slight grunt of effort, Tiffany would attempt to heft Aisha up into a suplex. But once she had Aisha inverted, halfway through the suplex, Tiffany would stall the move, leaving the Dancing Sistah upside down, letting the blood rush to her head. The fans would wait, stunned into breathless silence.

And wait.

Tiffany's hand left Aisha's hip so she could raise it high, forming the hook em 'horns/rock on hand gesture, the crowd giving a collective "Whhoooooa!" at the display of strength and skill it took to hold Aisha upside down with one arm. Replacing the hand, Tiffany would fall backwards, completing the suplex, bringing Aisha's back down to the mat with jarring force.

Aisha didn't see Tiffany coming up behind her, but she heard those clunky boots stomping her way and she saw that long, Texan shadow casting over her. It was a strong indication that pain, lots of pain, was about to come, and she steeled herself in preparation. She tried to stand up before Tiffany arrived, but her legs simply weren't having it, and she was grabbed before she could even think about getting offense in. For the time being, this wasn't her match. Period.

She was forced under Tiffany's arm and locked into a solid headlock, and for a moment, she thought a DDT was in the works. She wished it was a DDT. She'd taken more DDTs than she could count in a lifetime. That was something she could recover from, quick. But when she fell that strong hand grabbed hold of her pants take a solid grip, Aisha knew that she was in for something a lot more substantial.

A suplex. What kind? Aisha had plenty of time to try and figure it out, as Tiffany held her in the air and showed off, keeping her suspended in the vertical position. Stalling. Letting the blood rush to Aisha's head while they swayed back and forth. Showing off power that Aisha rarely saw from any female wrestler.

And then it all ended when she came crashing down and slammed Aisha's back into the canvas, shaking the entire ring with a violent impact. The Dancing Diva cried out and arched her back as her spine burned in agony, then flopped down and started breathing hard, her arms splayed out to the sides.

Hearing Aisha's cry of pain, Tiffany smiled to herself as she got back to her feet. Now things were swinging back in her favor, and the Texan felt like she was starting to really make headway against the returning superstar. She looked down at Aisha's body, noting the heaving chest of her opponent as she decided on her next move.

It wouldn't take a genius to figure out Tiffany's on the spot strategy if the cowgirl hit with her next attack. Again, she would bend down, grasping under Aisha's chin and seizing an arm to haul the pop diva back to her feet. Turning towards the nearest set of ropes, Tiff would whip Aisha towards them.

Once the dancer came rebounding back to her, the blonde would bend to side slightly, her arms wrapping around Aisha's waist. Tiffany would then try to lift the one time member of Rodeo Drive up off her feet, spinning her up and over while holding onto her, then drop down to a single knee while slamming Aisha's back down upon the other in a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!

If the move went off without a hitch, Tiffany would push Aisha off of her knee to the mat.
"You still thinkin' of your Dixie girl, or do I have your full attention yet?" she asked seriously, remaining on one knee long enough to say a few words to Aisha. "I don't got a problem with you comin' in and restartin' things with your old playmates. But if you think I'm just practice for fighting Miss I Love Cowprint, then I do have a problem. And when I have a problem with someone in this ring, then they have a huge damn problem."

She paused, then added softly "And your honeypot game made a damn fool out of me..." before getting back to her feet.
Might as well get all of her gripes out, while she was at it. Although if Tiffany had to admit it, the last one was her being petty.

Aisha had a moment to think while she laid down on the mat. She didn't have much else to do, she figured. It wasn't like she could do much moving at the moment, not with the way her bones ached every time she tried, and she wasn't about to pop up and go for a turnaround. That would just waste her time and energy, at this point.

Tiffany wasn't willing to let her have the moment too long, though. Soon enough, a rough pair of Texan arms were reaching down and hauling Aisha back up by her chin and arm, bringing the rest of her unwilling body along for the ride. She put up a bit of struggle, but resisting Tiffany would've been hard when she was at full strength. And she seriously was not at full strength. Not even close.

So, when she was sent off with an Irish Whip, there wasn't much she could do except go along for the ride, bounce off the rope and brace herself  as Tiffany spun her around with the backbreaker. She tried to bite back a scream as she was laid out across her knee, but she failed - out it came, in a long ragged wail, and it only stopped when she was dumped off the mat.

She was lucky that Tiffany was in such a chatty mood. If the cowgirl just keep on hammering away on her, she'd have been royally screwed, but her interlude gave Aisha some time to recover. Not much, barely half a minute, but she was grateful all the same.

"Okay, damn, I get it." She huffed, rolled over to her back, and starrted to sit up from there. "You ain't Dixie. Fine. Don't matter." Aisha made her way to one knee and continued to push up from there. "Still gonna mess you and leave you laid out."

That last part made her raise an eyebrow, though. "And what, honeypot? What, the dance got you a little hot? That it?" She rolled her eyes for a moment before she had to close them tight with a wince - back was hurting like crazy, deep in the spine. "Just a show, girl, get over it. Don't mean a thing."

Good girl, at least Aisha knew she wasn't in the ring with her old bosom buddy. That was good news, because Tiffany really didn't want to hear anything later that was along the lines of 'You only beat me 'cause I was expecting Dixie'. Although now that she had a moment of rational thought, she didn't really think Aisha would make an excuse like that.

She opened her mouth to retort to Aisha's last statement then stopped. The Dancing Sista was right, a show was a show. Besides a lot of the girls in the AFW relied on being sultry and seductive, and while the cowgirl always appreciated a pretty face and sexy body, she normally wasn't shaken by that tactic. When Tiffany got down to it, she wasn't mad at Aisha for playing that card, but at herself for falling for it. Which was dumb, considering she'd been in freaking hentai contests! A dance and sultry smile should've just rolled off her, but...it didn't.

"Yeah,  you're right, on that last part, anyway." Tiffany admitted. "God, I sound like that teacher from your old league. Fine, complaint withdrawn, continue being damn sexy."

She began striding forward once Aisha was on her feet, punching a fist into her palm.
"But it ain't gonna save you." She finished, contradicting the ominous statement with a friendly grin and her good natured tone of voice.
Once she got close, Tiffany tried striking again, this time with an uppercut - like punch aimed at the pit of Aisha's stomach.

Well, Tiffany's words were pretty good confirmation that she did, in fact, swing that way. Interesting little thing to know, not that it would help Aisha that much, here. She could do a little tease here and there, sure, but she wasn't up to really make much more out of it than that. While she'd made some discoveries about her own sexuality in the last year or so and admitted a few things she wouldn't have been able to before, her career was too demanding to really explore those feelings. If there was any place that could help her sort out those feelings, it was the AFW, but now was not the time. At all.

Nope, now was the time for some real brutality, and it looked like Tiffany was out to bring that right to her. Aisha was glad she didn't go for another slam, but an uppercut to the stomach wasn't a big improvement, especially when it had all the power behind it that a girl like her could muster.

She could work with this, though. If Tiffany wanted to box, she'd give her the full experience.

She lurched forward at the blow, but instead of pulling away, she reached out to grab her, pulling her in for a tight clench. She held it tight and wrestled around with the Texan, but she also tried to throw out two quick hooks to her side while they were engaged, wanting to get a little more pain on those tenders ribs from the start of the match.