Sahar vs Karen

The kick landed straight into her opponent face, sending the blond wrestler back down to the wrestling mat.  The crowd cheered at seeing such a brutal hit while Sahar, on the other hand, was getting bored.  It wasn't cause her opponent wasn't fighting back or anything, it felt more like she was fighting a robot or something.  There was no emotion from her, no real reaction, nothing to get the Pharaoh excited.  Perhaps a submission hold would change that.  The purple hair Egyptian would then attempt to quickly grab both of her opponents legs as Karen tried to roll away.  If successful she would lift them both up before placing them in her armpits.  Assuming that work, the Pharaoh would then try to roll her opponent back on her stomach again and apply a boston crab.

Arms spread wide on her back, Karen took a few deep breaths. She needed time to recover, but realised she'd quickly have to make some. She'd allow her opponent to grab her legs, before pulling her right leg back, kicking it hard in her face. If this succeeded, she'd pull herself up close to the Egyptian, tired but furious.

The Pharaoh had managed to grab on to Karen's legs and was about to hook them in. Yet before she could do so, she would find her blond opponent pulling her legs back before delivering a powerful kick straight in the face. “AHHH!” screamed Sahar as she was sent tumbling back and landed on the wrestling mat, now covering her head with her two hands.

"Come on Karen", she thought to herself, briskly standing up. Seeing her opponent fall to the floor from the kick gave her a brief smile, and she knew now was a chance. Clutching the Pharoahs leg, she'd try to bring it over her shoulder, bending it at the knee in a modified boston crab.

Sahar began to rub her face before taking her hand off to try to spot her opponent only to realize that her leg was being grabbed and about to be placed in a modified boston crab.  The Pharaoh would attempt to pull back her leg but it was too late, Karen had managed to lock in the submission hold and the Egyptian wrestler would cry out in pain as she then attempted to make her way to the ropes in order to escape.

Karen roared as she bent her opponents leg, but she was no fool-keeping a hold this dominant would drain her more than it would hurt. Instead she'd try to quickly up the pressure, trying to stand, still hooking the leg over her neck, bringing her opponent off the mat briefly, before fully releasing the move.

As Sahar began to make her way to the ropes but then she suddenly felt herself being lifted up before being dropped to the mat as she was released.  “Ahh.” she stated fell to the mat and held her leg in pain. Not wanting to be exposed and take advantage again, the Egyptian wrestler would try to crawl to the ropes.

Karen grunted from deadlifting her opponent. Hopefully the damage would pay off, but she wanted to make sure. Seeing her opponent reach the ropes, she'd press her hefty weight down onto the injured knee, trying to badly cripple Sahar further before the ref made the quick 5 count.

Sahar knee was hurting, but she managed to push on and get to the ropes, using it to climb up before feeling her opponent coming down on her knee.  “GAH!” yelled the Pharaoh as she heard the referee making a five count.  She just needed to endure the pain for a bit longer and then she would be free and could then finally get up and maybe mount a defense or even counter-attack.

Karen smiled as the crowd booed, the ref obviously warning her of near DQ. She walked in a small circle, before getting some distance from her opponent, confident she could handle her now limping foe.