Sahar vs Karen

The Pharaoh attempted to kick her opponent right in the face, but Karen managed to avoid the attack and get back up. Deciding to try and return the favour, Sahar would charge forward and attempt to spear her opponent in hopes of taking her down to the wrestling mat and gain control of the match. If successful, she would then try to mount her opponent before throwing a fury of punches aimed at her head.

Karen might of had the breath knocked out of her, but she wasn't exactly vulnerable. Her strong opponents spear into her waist was hard hitting, but a bracing Karen managed to weakly hold her opponents shoulders and bring her feet back, grunting as she was instead pushed into the ropes rather than tackled down.

Sahar managed to hit her opponent with a spear, but it didn't bring her opponent down and instead got her onto the ropes.  The Pharaoh had hope she would have knocked down her opponent, but perhaps she could make the best of this situation.  Sahar would now attempt to grab the ropes with her hand and is she was successful she would then back a bit off before trying to slam her shoulder into Karen's gut over and over again, trying to wear down her opponent.

Karen thought she'd get some relief against the ropes, but that wasn't the case. A good few hard shoulders came in before the ref called for a break, Karen's arm still on the ropes. She rolled along them, holding her bruised waist as she yelped.

Sahar would let go as the referee called for a break and back away for a bit.  Yet she would only stay away for a few seconds before coming back and attempting to grab her opponent arm.  “We aren't done just yet.” stated Sahar as she would then try to Irish whip her opponent into the turnbuckle.  If everything had gone to plan, she would then follow it up by attempting a body splash to sandwich her opponent in between the turnbuckle and her own body.

A harsh moan escaped Karen as her back was thrown into the turnbuckle-an even harsher one escaping her lips as she was splashed, her huge body compressed inbetween Sahar and the corner. She'd go limp a second, stumbling, she was basically a Amazon ragdoll.

The Pharaoh Irish whip and body splash had been successful and her opponent seemed out of it. Sahar knew this was the perfect time to end the match. She would try to grab her opponent head and lock it in. If successful she would then try to perform a DDT in hopes of stunning her opponent to make her vulnerable to a submission hold.

Karens hands instinctively went to her opponents hips as she was bent for the DDT, but offered no defence as her head was slammed to the mat, her body going spread eagle as she groaned. She'd eye up a nearby rope, but was yet to provide movement towards it.

The crowd roared as the Pharaoh managed to land the DDT. Her opponent was now down on the wrestling mat, now knock out but not providing much resistance. Sahar would now try to grab her legs and try to drag her from the ropes. If this was successful she would attempt to turn her opponent around before trying to place her in a Boston crab.

Karen's head hit hard to the mat-the lights spinning as she caught a brief look up. On her front, her arms slowly crawled to the ropes.

She might of been dazed, but that grab of the legs quickly woke her up as she realized she was in danger. "No..NO!!" she moaned out, her arms going frantically forward trying to grab the ropes or ring side.