Sahar vs Karen

It seemed that the Pharaoh would be unable to perform the German suplex as her opponent used her legs to keep herself from leaning back. “A good counter I must say, but I guess we just go back to plan A.” stated Sahar as she would then stop lifting Karen and continue to squeeze her with the reverse bear hug.  She really wanted to get that German suplex but it was a bit too early and she would need to weaken her opponent first.  Hearing the crowd cheer for her, Sahar would try to feed off it and squeeze as hard as she could, not wanting to disappoint her fans. “Your so quiet, why don't you try to have a little fun?” stated the Pharaoh as she teased her opponent, trying to get some kind of reaction out of her.

Karen thought she was getting somewhere as she halted that suplex, but did indeed find herself back to square one as the arms tightened. She bared her teeth, now trying to force Sahars arms off; it was embarrassing for a woman Karen's size to be caught in a hold like this, yet alone straight off the bat. She grunted in response to Sahar's query.

Karen was a stronger wrestler, thus Sahar began to feel her arms slowly coming off of her opponent waist. She knew that if her blond opponent managed to pry her arms off her waist, then the Pharaoh would be in a lot of trouble as Karen would gain control of the match. Thus, she attempted to give a quick knee to the side of Karen, in hopes of breaking her concentration. Though if this attack failed to break her concentration, then the purple hair wrestler would be at the mercy of her blond opponent who only seemed focus on winning this match. "You really are a boring opponent, strong but boring." stated the Pharaoh in a slightly annoyed tone.

Karen was starting to get flustered, as she was held up and squeezed. Those knee's didn't help either, causing her to jerk with every one of them. Her annoyance led her to start slapping her opponents arms rapidly, grunting at her to get off.

Sahar flinched as her hands were being rapidly slapped by Karen. Each slap hurt more than the previous one as her arms started to go red. Not wanting to take on any more damage the Pharaoh would let go of her blond opponent releasing her from the bear hug. If possible she would then take a step back and attempt to give her blond opponent a boot in the back.

Karen was finally released, taking a hefty breath. The move didn't so much hurt as knock some wind out of her. She stumbled forward from the boot, landing on the ropes, her arm over the top of them.

The pharaoh kick had connected and sent her silent opponent towards the ropes. Not wanting to waste and anytime she would charge forward and attempt to kick her opponent again, this time aiming for her upper back. If successful, Sahar would then attempt to turn Karen around and attempt to brutal backhand on the blond wrestler chest.

Karen almost screamed as she received that hard kick to the back, a sharp kick right on her spine, as she hit the ropes. She'd try to use her anger to retaliate as she was turned round, but found a hard hit to the chest quickly pushing some of the air out of her.

The Pharaoh kick connected straight into her opponent back as she then grabbed her opponent and turned her around to hit her with a brutal backhand.  The audience reeled at seeing this as backhand tended to cause a lot of pain.  “Out of breathe already?  But you still have much running to do!” stated Sahar as she would then try to grab Karen arm and attempt to Irish whip her to the ropes.  If the Pharaoh was successful she would charge forward and wait for her opponent to bounce off the ropes before attempting to knock her down with a big boot to the face.

It might of been desperation-it definitely wasn't tactics for the usually brash Karen, as her arms wrapped around the ropes as she swung towards them. She'd rest her back, trying to get some breath quick before her opponent chased her.