Aisha vs Tiffany Laurence: The Fighting Temptations

As the referee's hand came down towards the mat for the three count, Tiffany threw her arm up, getting her shoulder off the mat and stopping the count. The ref held up a hand for the crowd, showing two fingers.

Tiffany smiled as she heard the crowd roar. The noise penetrated the haze that her fall and Aisha's following diving elbow drop had put her in. It gave her something to focus on, and also reminded her she was still in this match!

"Hey, ain't nothin' over yet, precious." the cowgirl managed to rasp out.

Yeah, that figured.  Of all the things Tiffany and Dixie had in common, tenacity had to be one of them.

Aisha grunted as the pin was broken and some signs of life were shown. It was annoying, yeah - she always hated when a perfectly good pin was broken. But the match was firmly in her hands, and she had no intentions of letting it go anytime soon. This? Just a hiccup.

"Not yet, nah." Aisha started to stand up while she grabbed Tiffany's arm, pulling her back to her feet in the process. "But soon. Get ready, girl!"

The match had been pretty fast paced so far, but now Aisha decided it was time to slow the pace down a bit and throw a submission hold into the mix. She had just the one, too - a move she'd used more in her early days at Rumble Roses, and one she was hoping to get a little more mileage out of in the AFW.

Aisha spun Tiffany around, putting them back to back, and hooked both of the cowgirl's arms with her own, like she was going for a backslide pin - instead of going all the way forward, though, she simply bent her upper body, trying to lock in the Body Breaker and stretch Tiffany's chest to the limit.

Tiffany was pulled to her feet without incident, a low groan issuing from her lips.

She felt Aisha lock her arms with hers and start to bend forward and assumed the former Rose was going for a backslide pin. However, the cowgirl guessed wrong. Aisha locked in a simple but painful hold, causing Tiffany to let out a loud yell of pain before gritting her teeth. The hold also had a side effect, a treat for the fans, since the way she was being stretched put her ample bosom on display for them, pushing against the top she wore.

Still, Tiffany's will and stubbornness were still intact. When asked if she gave up, the cowgirl replied with a strong "No!"

Aisha groaned and huffed as Tiffany showed her defiance, refusing to give in even as she put her upper body strength to full use. "Yes!" She yelled back, cranking the hold even harder. She knew a verbal submission wasn't coming, though. This was girl was a strong as a mule and twice as stubborn.

As good a hold as this was, as impressive as it looked, just holding it took way too much out of Aisha's body. In the old days she would have just let it go after a few seconds, but she'd built up enough stamina to hold for a while longer, now. Even so, she was quickly reaching her limits. She'd have to let Tiffany go. But she wouldn't have to do it gently.

Aisha hopped up, eased up on the hold enough for their bodies to separate a few inches, then slammed it back down one, final time, before she released Tiffany's body and let her slide off to the canvas.

The cowgirl's hands closed into fists as she tried to bear the pain racing through her torso without giving her opponent the satisfaction of hearing her scream.
She shook her head no again as the referee asked again if she wanted to submit. Tiffany was also beside herself in concern. By all rights, she should be in control of this match, right? Aisha was just coming off the bench. Tiffany would admit, the fast paced dancing Aisha showed off in her videos was probably great exercise, but it wasn't the same as being in the ring and actually fighting. Yet here Aisha was, not just hanging tough, (Tiffany made a mental not to use the New Kids on the Block to rag on Aisha at some point) but actually starting to pull ahead!

Then the Dancing Sistah took a hop, then came down, the impact shooting jarring pain that tore a loud scream from Tiffany's mouth before Aisha let her fall to the canvas. The cowgirl landed on her front with a groan, face down on the canvas.

"Unngh...oh you're... onna pay...for that..." she wheezed softly, not even certain Aisha could hear her ragged threat...

Aisha missed her last pinfall, but it had been close. Very close. So close that she was fairly sure that, if she gave it one more, good try after she'd worked Tiffany over just a bit more, she could put this baby to bed with a sold 1-2-3. Despite what Tiffany was trying - and failing - to say, she seriously doubted she'd be paying for anything soon. Not in this match.

She give this cowgirl credit, though - when it came to taking damage, she was gold. Dixie was tough, but Tiffany was a Texan tank.

"Just whistling in the wind, babygirl." Aisha started to stand once again, dragging Tiffany along for the ride. She figured the corner would be a good place to start drawing things to a close. Work her over with a good barrage of punches, get her down, then make her tap with the NHB. Solid plan.

Aisha took hold of Tiffany's wrist, twisted her hips, and tried to send Tiffany running with the final Irish Whip of the match.

Tiffany shook her head as she was brought to feet at Aisha's urging, clearing out the last of the cobwebs from her fall from the top ropes. That debacle had hurt, and Aisha's pugilistic punishment throughout the match had battered the Texan's body much more than she ever would have given her credit for.

*Man, if Rihanna could hit like Aisha, that Chris Brown guy would have a serious damn problem on his hands.* Tiffany thought on the way up.
Feeling Aisha start to go for a whip, Tiffany looked and saw they were facing a corner. As if she was in Aisha's head, the blonde knew in a heartbeat that if she was slung into that corner, the diva would would follow that with a boxing style beatdown that would make Tiff feel like she went ten rounds with a young Mike Tyson on a day when he was mad at the world.

She grabbed a hold of Aisha's forearm, stopping the whip by planting her feet against the mat and bracing against the other woman's pull. Then Tiffany would try to pull Aisha close to her body, arms going around the Rose's waist, attempting to lift her up briefly before kneeling slamming her foe's pelvic and tailbone region down on the Texan's knee in another inverted atomic drop. If the move hit, Tiffany would continue to hold Aisha upright so she wouldn't fall to the mat....

Aisha liked to visualize her moves. Run them through her head a few before she put them into execution. She wasn't sure if it made a huge difference, and they rarely went exactly as she pictured them, but she liked to think giving them a little preview helped grease the wheels a bit and made them smoother.

On the other hand, it also gave her a severe shock when things didn't go according to plan, and as Tiffany held on to the Irish Whip and brought them together, head to head and breast to breast and stomach to stomach, Aisha was definitely shocked. It would only get worse, as she was lifted up and slammed down on Tiffany's waiting knee for an Inverted Atomic Drop. Again.

"God damn!" Tiffany cried out, arching her back as much as she could while their body's were pressed tight together. She also couldn't help but notice that this cowgirl was maybe, just maybe, as well endowed as Dixie, but that thought was lost in the raging river of pain. "Again with this shit?!"

As Aisha's outburst left her lips, Tiffany gave a wry grin. Nothing like a good solid whack to the tailbone to remind someone about any back pain they might be feeling.

"Aw...you in a little pain there, Princess Pop n' Lock?" Tiffany spoke into Aisha's ear while they were in close, catching a bit of a breather in order to taunt her foe some.

As much as she would like to catch a longer break, and remained pressed up against Aisha's lush body (Tend to business, girl, she had to remind herself) she had to stay on the offensive, and not Aisha time to think of a way to turn things back around.

Moving into a brief crouch, the Texan's hands slid down Aisha's back until the were on the back of her legs. Then the cowgirl would stand and give those limber limbs a hard pull, looking to take them out from under the Dancing Sista, and dump her to the mat on her back.

Tiffany would remain standing, holding onto Aisha's ankles. At first she was thinking of going for a Boston crab, then her face lit up as she got a better idea. She shifted Aisha's legs into a four shape. A very familiar four shape, for both fans of the Rumble Roses and Aisha herself.
"You came lookin' for Dixie, right sugar? Relive some of the old times back in the old RR? Well, I'll do you a solid!"
Man she never realized how much she wanted to try this! Fixing the move in her mind, replaying it in memory, Tiffany mentally prepped herself.

Still holding Aisha's legs in the four position, Tiffany would give a loud yell, widening her stance before throwing her body backwards and attempting to lift the Rumble Rose up and over the Texan's bridging body to land on her chest and face! The crowd would give a roar of surprise, recognizing the....the..
"Dixie Buster!" Tiffany would yell, looking to complete the first part of The Three Count Cowgirl's finisher!

Normally, Aisha wouldn't have minded too much that her opponent was talkative. In some cases, she preferred it. This one being a prime example.

She'd been doing good for a moment, building up some solid momentum, but that reversal really took it out of her and reignited all the damage that Tiffany had been doing, paralyzing her for a few agonizing seconds. Tiffany kept them close and talked for a little bit, giving Aisha some time to recuperate, but not enough. Not nearly enough for what was coming next.

When Tiffany pulled her legs out from under her, Aisha expected a lot of things. Maybe an elbow drop. A flipover backbridge pin. A crotch shot, if she was feeling real nasty. But what Tiffany wound up doing was the exact last thing Aisha expected.

"You wouldn't-" Aisha looked up as Tiffany started to put her legs in the figure-four position, and her words confirmed it. She would. She totally would.

Aisha was overcome with deja vu as she was hurled through the air, flying forward and landed right on her face. The Dixie Buster. A move she was extremely familiar with, enough to know that she'd be in a great deal of pain soon...