Karen Starring VS Aisha-A Voluptuous Collision !!!

It wasn't easy, taking a kick from a near pure-based fighter like Aisha and not needing a second to breath, but the mammoth Karen somehow managed to do it, if a little annoyed that her chest was once again the target for abuse, even if the size of her chest did provide 'padding' of somewhat.

Karen would of tried to pull the leg for a body grip, thinking it would be that easy as she brought herself off the ropes, when she saw that other leg of Aisha's kick off the ground.

Considering their situation, the enziguri was a standard counter, hell, it was pretty much what anyone would of expected.

Well, anyone except Karen, who was that confident that she had the striker in her midst, that she didn't even consider it. The kick came in swift and hard, knocking a bit of spittle out of the hefty blonde as she fell to her knees, back again on the ropes as she released her opponents leg. She brought up a hand to her wounded cheek, her eyes in shock.

"Bullseye!" Aisha cackled as Karen went down, taking a picture-perfect enziguiri and suffering the effects. She landed on her knees after the strike and quickly rolled up to her feet, sporting the widest smile she'd had in weeks. This was exactly what she needed to get her wrestling career back on track - taking down some big, green bitch in the middle of the ring. Looking dominant, feeling good. "Hard to miss with a target this size!"

The crowd was cheering, really getting behind her, and Aisha was feeling every bit of it. She threw a fist out to them, earned a roar of approval, and then she was off again, running across the ring at full speed.

She bounced against the ropes on the other side, picking up some added momentum, and then came dashing right back towards Karen. When she was close enough to her kneeling opponent, Aisha jumped up, kicking both of her legs out, and tried to nail her in the chest with a basement dropkick, once again targeting the blonde's impressive assets.

On her knees, Karen was wheezing. Barely a few moves into the match, and part of the breath had been knocked out of her. She knew she couldn't afford to stick around and be a punching bag, atleast until she had the potential to counter.

She'd fall onto her side almost instantly, taking the time that Aisha took to run to the other side to instead roll out of the ring.

Landing on her feet, and already wary of Aisha's potential, she shuffled along to be next to the corner, doing her best to avoid a baseball slide or any form of suicide dive as she collected her thoughts and took a breath.

Aisha landed on her fine behind after Karen slid out of the ring, suddenly finding herself without a target to hit, as her voluptuous opponent took the low road. She swung her legs under the bottom rope and rolled back to her feet backing away to the center of the ring.

She didn't charge after Karen, she didn't dive through the ropes for some crazy hot spot. That sort of thing wasn't her style. No, she had something much, much better planned.

Aisha started dancing. She twisted around, shook her hips, kicked her legs and spun around on her heels, gyrating to music that was only in her head. The crowd, of course, ate it up, loving the show of confidence, and she had a feeling it might get under Karen's skin, too. If it was even possible to get any deeper, at this point. "We can start dancing again whenever you're ready, big girl!"

Karen was in a safe zone, of sorts. Sure, she could breath peacefully, her hefty chest pushing out and in without risk of being kicked. She was surely about to recover fully. Physically that was.

Hands on hips, she ground her teeth, trying to contain an almost growl as Aisha danced, the crowd eating it up like they were at a concert.

She'd swear loudy, aiming one or two words at the ref as she continued to make her count. Reaching the 6 count, she'd make her way onto the ring side, right by the corner, thinking it was the safest spot. If Aisha didn't rush her, she'd slowly climb in-between the middle ropes, before bringing her arms back up, furious, more determined to snap her opponent than ever.

Aisha gave Karen a few golf claps as she stepped back in, rubbing some salt into the open wound. "Wow, you came back in! I'm impressed, would've thought you'd call it a day after a beating like that. And I know those pontoons on your chest have really got to be murdering your back, by now."

She snickered and brought her fists back up, completely ignoring the look of feral rage on her opponents face. Karen could mad all she wanted - in fact, Aisha preferred her that way. Made her stupid, easy to deal with. Just the way she liked it.

"Hope you're ready for round two, sugar tits." She started to pace around Karen once again, moving into her graceful steps. "I know I am."

AIsha suddenly broke out of her pattern and darted forward, throwing a quick shin kick at Karen's knee. If she was going to chop this tree down, she'd have to start from the bottom and work her way up.

Karen took a few steps back and forth on the ring apron, her face still one of a fuming amazon. "You need to shut up, seriously," she almost roared. Karen rarely spoke during her matches, save for the usual "JUST GIVE UP" she'd scream during her brutal submission holds. But Aisha was getting under her skin, and then some.

She tried to resume a defensive stance as she came back in, her back yet again to the ropes since her opponent gave no time to move.

When she saw that low kick swing in, she went for a risky response; bringing her own leg out, she'd hope to almost 'check' the kick of Aisha's. She was no kickboxer, and the move would hurt like hell-her logic was that if she caused pain in Aisha's base even for a second, she could latch on to her and unload.

"Aw, what's wrong?" Aisha chuckled as she moved in for the kill, looking to cut Karen down by the ankles. The look of boiling rage on her musclebound opponent's face was just too precious not to comment on. Couldn't resist. "Did I strike a nerve, big-"

Aisha taunt was cut short when...well, she wasn't too sure what exactly happened. It looked like Karen was trying a kick of her own, and their legs wound up hitting each other and tangling up. The end result was Aisha getting pushed back off her feet, landing on her butt in the middle of the ring.

How it happened didn't really matter, though. The important thing was that she recovered and got back to her feet as soon as possible. Aisha rolled over to her chest and hurriedly pushed up, trying to rise quick before Karen could capitalize, but it wasn't easy - her leg hurt from the impact, stung like blazes, and it slowed her.

Karen knew fully well that she'd come out worse from the small exchange, and boy was she right. Aisha kicked like a mule, and raising her leg out to meet it only made the pain worse. Her foot would come back, and she'd stumble, awkwardly, mumbling in ache to herself.

But as she saw her opponent land on the mat, as a result of being caught unwares, she knew this was one if not the only one chance to take command. She'd stumble awkwardly forward, using mostly her unhurt leg, as she tried to close the distance. If she could, she'd reach forward, and try to grab her opponents hair, making sure to keep her head away from those viscous strikes.

Aisha had managed to make it halfway to her feet, was already in a low crouch, when Karen moved in to 'help' her get back up. It amounted to grabbing her hair, which, by itself, wasn't the worst thing - as a female wrestler, Aisha's hair had been pulled hundreds, maybe even thousands of times, and she hardly gave much thought to it anymore. But most women didn't have the sort of death grip that Karen had. Aisha shrieked as she was pulled upwards like an unruly child, feeling like there was a real danger of her hair getting ripped clean off her scalp. This woman had the power to pull it off.

She reached up and feelbly tried to pry the grip off with one hand, while the other swung at Karen's face twice and missed both times. Smart bitch, keeping the best target just out of reach. "Get the fuck off me!"