Karen Starring VS Aisha-A Voluptuous Collision !!!

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Allowed a rare first entrance to the ring, Karen Starr was stood immediately behind the entrance curtain, bouncing on either feet, her face stern and cold. Most women would wear a rope of sorts, especially if they were dressed as Karen was- Her hefty chest on show as her white corset kept her powerful, curvy frame in. She didn't even bother with her usual bunny ears this time, she simply wasn't in the move for fancy dress, as she simply formed a fist with each hand, making sure her tight blue gloves were put on correctly, her matching blue shoes shining in the backstage light.

"Power" by Kanye West hit the speakers, and with it, Karen hit the ramp.

Assuming her usual powerful and firm walk down the ramp, she'd stop momentarily as she reached the ring side. She brought her hand up, ready to remove her typical bunny ears. She grunted to herself, and muttered "Idiot," as she realised she hadn't bothered to equip them, her usual habit the only reason for the manoeuvre.

Stepping onto the side of the ring, she'd bring her enormous legs over the top rope, made easy by her considerable stature. Stepping into her corner, she'd turn, and rest against it, both arms on the ropes, as she waited for her opponent. She hadn't heard much about Aisha, except one notable fact-she was from the same league as her previously faced opponent, the Texas powerhouse Dixie Clemets. Her body shuddered briefly at the painful submission she was forced to give in to by Dixie, before her face turned angry, her teeth bared as she planned to direct her rage against Dixie's fellow Rumble Roses wrestler, who was due any second now.

It wasn't long before Karen's opponent for the night came out, to music that any fan of the Rumble Roses would recognize. Since that covered quite a bit of the AFW crowd, there was a predictably big pop for the returning Rumble Rose, and Aisha would've been glad to see it, most days.

Just not today. When she emerged from the ring, dressed in her usual glittering apparal, her face was solid iron. Not in a good mood. At all.

AIsha's last venture into the ring had not gone well. She'd tried a hentai hardcore match against the former hardcore champion, LIberty, and things had looked solid for a minute. She seemed to have everything in hand. But, at some point, things just all went to shit. The end result had Aisha going to sleep, knocked out cold by LIberty's ass, smothering between her cheeks. The worst loss of her entire life. So bad it actually caused a 20% dip in her record sales.

So, needless to say, she was in a foul mood, and more than ready to beat the shit out of someone. That someone happened to be Karen Starring, some new chick that Dixie took down a couple of months ago. Good. That meant the cowgirl would probably be watching. She'd get a nice preview of what was in store for her.

Aisha made her way into the ring and looked over at the corner. She put her hands on her hips and scanned over Karen, head to toe. Big girl. Looked like she was wearing a dress that was a size too small for her.

"Huh." She rubbed her nose. "Before we get started, got a quick question." Aisha pointed at Karen's breasts. "How much did the plastic surgey set you back?"

Eyeing up her opponent as she stepped through the entrance curtain, Karen grinded her teeth, as that Rumble Roses style theme hit the air. She punched her right into her left hand; Aisha wasn't in a good mood, but Karen Starring didn't know the meaning of one. Her encounter with Dixie wasn't so much one of hentai humiliation, but humiliation of simple kind-Karen was near certain to win the match, when her Texan opponent made a outrageous comeback and forced her to tap. With that loss still in her mind, she planned to direct every ounce of her anger at another Rose, hoping to send Clemets a message of sorts.

Karen's face turned an even sour shade, as that straight-to-the point question was shot at her. She'd take a quick look down at her cleavage, before looking back up. "Bitch.." she muttered, forming fists with either hand as she raised them.

Yeah, that was about the reaction she was expecting. "That much, huh?" She smirked and got her own fists up, as the referee called for the bell to ring. "Don't worry, I won't bust them up too damn bad. Even if they are all over the goddamn place."

Aisha was keeping it cool on the outside, but inside things were a little more serious. She and Karen were about the same height, but the difference in body was pretty noticeable - tits weren't the only big thing on this woman. She had muscle to spare, and if Aisha wanted to survive, she'd have to go as long as possible without learning just how strong she was.

Aisha moved in fast, gracefully staying on her toes as she bounced across the ring, closing in quick. She decided to test Karen's speed before she comitted to anything big, and lashed out with two lightning jabs - the first one was aimed at her chest, the second went straight for her face.

As the bell rung, Karen almost burst out of the corner, her arms raised high, determined to catch her mouth foe. She'd soon find out how strong Karen was, all she needed to do was catch her. To her almost shock, however, her opponent shot too straight out of the corner; to the crowd, it must have looked like the flash had just run up to the hulk!

Her hands came down almost in slow motion compared to Aisha's, aiming to grab her foes shoulders. That was made difficult though, to say the least, as a punch flew in, landing square on her chest. The resulting grunt was interrupted, as another came shooting up, hitting on her cheek and sending her head sideways a little. She stumbled back slightly, before bracing.

She'd have to be smart to catch this one, she thought, as she raised her hands back up, this time in a defensive posture.

Aisha jumped back on reflex after landing the first two hits, scoring the opening shot of the match. Good start, and it told her everything she needed to know about Karen Starring - oh, she was a big one, but that didn't always translate to victory, now did it? Strength only mattered if she could hit something, and Aishan intended to stay light on her feet. "What's wrong?" She dropped her arms for a moment and let them flop about, getting loose, before she brought them back up and resumed her stance. "All the weight up top slowing you down?"

She dashed in again and lashed out, throwing a fake jab this time. Instead of letting it hit, she slid away at the last moment and shot her leg out with a low roundhouse kick, going for the side of Karen's knee. Aisha already had the speed advantage, but she wanted to destroy Karen's base and solidify it.

Karen grunted as she had already realised that until either she came up with a genius move, or Aisha made a mistake, she may just end up being danced around. She'd hold her tongue, as her cocky opponent would again make a comment directed at her chest. Circling slowly, she could only try to pull away as that seemingly high jab came in, as the hefty blonde pulled her top half back.

To her surprise, the punch never came, instead the hit coming to her knee as that hardy roundhouse kick came swinging in. Already leaned back, the kick caused her to stumble, as she took several steps back, her back landing on the ropes.

"Gotcha, bitch!" Aisha had a hearty laugh as the kick connected and Karen went down, dropping down with her back against the ropes. She'd been a little wary at the start of the match, but she felt more confident with every strike she landed. Karen was like a big, mean punching bag in a corset, and she was dominating so far.

Getting a little bold now, she pressed the advantage and dashed in, quickly closing the distance between them. She brought her leg up, tucked it towards her chest, then shot it out straight like a piston, trying to plant her heel in one of Karen's massive mammaries with a powerful push kick. Little mean, yeah, but she couldn't resist.

Karen was purely on defensive now-if this were a boxing match, there would of been serious concerns for anyone betting on the huge blonde. But this was wrestling, and Karen didn't have to rely solely on trying to strike back, which was lucky considering the difference in agility between the two.

Already sort of braced against the ropes, a smaller woman would of probably been kicked straight over onto the outside when that push kick came in, especially considering how high it was. But this was Karen, and she was no midget, to say the least.

She'd grunt again as she was assaulted, once more straight in the chest, causing a hefty breath to escape her as it connected. She'd try to latch onto the leg with both hands in response, smiling as her hands came down.

"Gotcha.."

Aisha had to admit, she was a little surprised when she kicked Karen and didn't get her foot back immediately afterwards. She knew there was always that risk with this sort of attack, but she hadn’t imagined that a big girl like this would be able to just tank the hit and catch her foot like that.

Still, no big deal. She was a little taken off guard, but it wasn’t like she didn’t have ways to work with this. She mirrored Karen’s smile as she hopped up and down on one leg, glad for the balance that her dancing history gave her. ”Think so?”

She brought her other leg up and swung it towards Karen’s head, looking to nail her with a sharp enziguri to the back of her head, putting a stop to whatever the mammoth wrestler had coming next.