Sahar vs Karen

Sahar managed to lock in the Boston crab and put the pressure on her opponent legs.  It felt good just to sit down and be in total control.  Her opponent was finally making some noise by screaming out, she had been pretty quiet in this match so far, thus this was a nice change of pace.  She could feel her opponent slowly making her way to the ropes, thus the Pharaoh would pull back, trying to increase the pain in hopes of making her opponent submit before she got to the ropes.  The audience would cheer at seeing such a struggle.

Karen didn't opt for the ropes-rather, the ring apron, clinging on as if she was hanging from a cliff. She roared and screamed as her opponent desperately tried to pull her back in the ring, screaming "REF...REF!" as she was basically under the ropes.

Sahar didn't know what her opponent had planned for her or why she wasn't grabbing the ropes.  Deciding not to risk it, the Pharaoh would let go of Karen's legs and get off her blond opponent.  She would make her way to the center of the ring, now giving her opponent some breathing room as she felt she had already done enough damage to her.  The purple hair wrestler kept her eyes on Karen like she was a predator watching its prey, waiting for a chance to attack again.

Karen knew why she grabbed the apron over the ropes-she intended to pull herself out, allowing a quick breather, which she tried to accomplish immediately. Succeeding this, she'd take a step back from the ring; wary that her opponent could try a suicide dive or similar, she was happy with using a vast majority of the 10 count to get some much needed rest.

It seemed her opponent was now making her way out of the ring to get a breather and some rest. Sahar decided to give chase, knowing that getting a break this late in the match would be huge. Not wasting any time, the Pharaoh charged forward and attempted to slide under the bottom rope, legs first just in case her opponent tried anything. She was now ready to continue the fight outside the ring.

Karen's face went from concern to anger; furious that her opponent gave chase, as if to scream out "for god's sake let me rest!" Regardless of the fact that if she was in Sahar's position, she'd do the same, Karen took it almost as an insult. She rushed forward as Sahar landed on her feet outside-head low and arms wide, she'd try to almost spear her opponent into the ring apron.

As Sahar slide out of the ring, she could tell her opponent was mad.  She wasn't sure if it was because of the beating she had given her or because she was now giving her chase, but regardless it didn't really matter, the Pharaoh was going to win this match.  As she got out of the ring she was hit by Karen's shoulder, sending her into the ring apron.  “Gahh.” stated the Pharaoh as she gasped for air and was left exposed.

Karen smiled as her opponents back was forced into a hard collision with the ring. She'd take the chance, unhooking herself from her opponent, to roll under the ropes and back in the ring-not only hoping for a breath respite that was just denied, but knowing full well that if she moved quick enough, Sahar would be forced to enter the ring with a waiting Karen.

The Pharaoh was a bit surprised by Karen actions, as her opponent had chosen to enter the ring instead of pressing her advantage.  Sahar didn't know what her opponent had planned for her, but she would take a moment to catch her breath.  Once she got her breath, she would make her ways to the metal stairs that lead into the ring, deciding to walk upon them instead of climbing the ring.  She felt this was a safer way to enter the ring.  If her blond opponent didn't attack, Sahar would now attempt to grab the top rope before jumping over it to quickly enter the ring.

Karen grinded her teeth, hoping Sahar would try to slide in where Karen would easily be able to rush her. Instead, she'd press her small advantage, rushing forward-she'd reach for Sahar's hair, intending to drag her into the ring with a harsh pull.