Karen Starring vs. Stone - A Change of Pace

Stone was off to a bad start. She could admit that.

After a decent start, things were quickly careening downhill, as she found herself taking a detour through Suplex City. She could get back on track, she was sure of that, but as the mystery woman wrapped her arm around her from behind and lifted her up, she realized it might take a minute or two. The woman moved at breathless pace, from attack to attack to attack. Effective strategy, and 90% of the women in the Friction roster would likely be quite pinnable by now if they'd been in Stone's place.

"Grraah, damn it!" All she could do was brace for the impact as she was hurled upwards and over, coming down for a crash landing right on her shoulders.

Karen landed spread eagle for a moment, smiling as her opponent flew over her. She pulled herself up to a situp-her smile quickly disappearing as she regained focus. She'd waste no time pulling herself to a stand, and would this time slowly approach Stone, circling her, taking long strides, thinking; "Is that it?" as she looked at her wounded opponent.

Thankfully, mercifully, Stone's opponent didn't seem interested in pressing her advantage, circling around her and giving her time to get back up. She didn't rise immediately, making sure to get the most out of their little timeout. She had to be a little smarter about this. Overpowering this woman was too much of a toss up to get a winning strategy, but maybe, just maybe, she could outmanuever her. Definitely worth a shot.

She was in real pain, but she oversold it as she sat back up and groaned, looking more hurt to try and lull some false security into her opponent. Stone slowly got back up, rising to one knee and taking her time as she did. Instead of standing all the way up, though, she waited for the woman to pass in front of her, then swung her leg out with a low roundhouse kick to the back of her shin, a classic sweep to knock her off her feet.

Karen was cocky, but she wasn't stupid. She knew that if all it took was a 3 second choke and two suplexes, Stone wouldn't be in the ring, simple as. She almost paraded around her wounded foe, as she slowly got to her feet. Karen was no slouch when the kick came in, stepping back to the other side of the ring, avoiding the attack altogether, purposefully giving Stone time to stand up simply so she could knock her back down.

Stone cursed under breath as the woman jumped out of range, just avoiding the sweep. She was faster than she looked, too. That would be a problem.

"Okay." She wiped her mouth clean and stood all the way back up, quickly moving into her fighting stance. Fists up, knees bent, eyes forward, more than ready to throw down. She bouned on her heels, moving a little slower now that she had the pain to deal with, and motioned for her fellow giantess to come at her.

Karen circled Stone- they were back to square one, only Stone just had a near 200" women weigh on her throat and throw her like a sandbag twice. Karen wasted no time, knowing that there would atleast be a pained sensation in Stone's back by now. She'd step forward, shooting low, as if going for a double leg takedown, before suddenly rising, trying to get close and wrap around Stone's waist yet again.

Stone tried to get a read on what her opponent was going for, but this was a hard woman to scan. She still hadn't said a complete sentence since they met, and her features remained virtually the same. When she came in low, the Valkyrie raised her hands and brought her fists together for an axe handle, looking to crash it right on top of her head, but that plan was messed up when her opponent was suddenly standing and much closer than she bargained for.

Her back pain was exasperated as she was pulled in tight against the towering blonde, and she had to slam her mouth shut to keep from shrieking. To make matters worse, she had the same breasts she'd tortured earlier dig into her chest now, smashing against her much smaller pair and almost completely engulfing them. Humiliation to go with the pain. Just great.

Stone was quite glad this show wouldn't be broadcasted. Her teammates would never let it go.

Karen winced a little as those loose hands from the axe handle came over her head, thinking she was about to take a huge shoot, her close proximity catching her opponent off-gaurd to her luck. She was used to her hefty chest pushing hard into her opponent-there was near nothing the women could do when applying a waist or waist-to-back hold. Karen would try to push Stone's frame into the corner, her hands locked behind her back. As soon as Stone would hit the turn-buckle, Karen would pull, and try for another belly to belly-the momentum and preparation this time allowing for a much larger, and hopefully more painful throw.

The audience began to boo a little, as they figured out what the mystery woman was going for next. They never liked to see the same move executed twice in such a short amount of time, but Stone saw the sense in it. After all, it worked well enough once, why not go for it twice? It wasn't pretty, but it would get the job done. It wasn't like they were paid extra to get cheers.

Once again, Stone was sent sailing into the air, and once again, she came down hard on her back with a resounding crash that sent painful waves down her spine. This time she stayed on her back, writhing around while her eyes shut tight from the agony going through her bones.

Karen sat up quickly as she threw Stone, the audience mumbling and showing a lack of support. She glared round a while, as if to say "I don't give a damn what you people think," before pulling herself to her knees. She'd waste no time approaching her opponent, dropping down and hooking a leg, as the ref came down for a pin. "1!"