Karen Starring VS Aisha-A Voluptuous Collision !!!

Karen would soon pull herself to a situp position, shaking her arms off from the force she exerted in the move. By the time she turned around to admire her work, Aisha was already halfway out the ring. Her smile turned to frustration, as she pulled herself standing.

"Count that bitch OUT!!!" she roared at the ref, again frustrated that her opponent went for the retreat. She'd stand hand on hips, her teeth bared, her patience growing thin as she waited for her cocky opponent to be forced to re-enter..

Aisha made it out of the ring and achieved relative safety, leaning on the apron for balance as she rubbed her back. The crowd was cheering her on, encouraging her to get back in the ring. Most of them, anyway. She heard quite a few boos mixed in there, and she knew they weren’t directed Karen. Standing on the outside, nursing her wounds while the rookie demanded she come back in...it wasn’t a good look for the diva.

”You want me, bitch?” Aisha stood up as straight as she could and pointed at Karen, as the referee’s count went to four. ”You got me!”

Aisha rolled back into the ring and got back to her feet - or tried to. Her leg failed her on the way, and she was forced back down to a knee as the sharp pain ran up her thigh.

The thought of trying a suicide dive was even starting to come into the massive womans head, as her impatience made her consider risking snapping her neck just to take out her damn annoying opponent. "Atleast her unconscious body would squash the bitch," she thought.

She spared no attention to the reign of boos, not honestly caring wether they were directed at her or Aisha, although it was pretty obvious. She took a slight step forward as her opponent came rolling back in, ready and eager to charge her.

She took a second however, as some of those boos changed to cheers-members of the crowd were actually cheering that Aisha was going back head to head with the huge blonde despite being currently crippled. Karen grinded her teeth, muttering "How fickle are you damn people.."

She then took her attention back to Aisha, who fell to a knee. She'd take her chance, running forward, aiming for a big boot square at Aisha's head!

Aisha could tell the crowd was getting back on her side a little bit as she made her way back into the ring, but she wasn't quite sure their approval was worth all the pain she was likely about to take. Was she completely done? No. She'd pulled matches out of worst spots before, she could do it again. At this point she wasn't quite sure how, though, especially with her leg still refusing to do its job.

She went down for a moment because of it, and just when it looked like she would make her way back up, she was prompty greeted by the underside of Karen's boot. She let of a stifled yell as the impact put her down, flat on her back, with her head going under the ropes and hanging over the apron. She blinked after a moment and slowly started to roll over to her side, trying to think straight and get her senses back.

Karen wasn't stupid, she knew for a fact Aisha had more in her, even the cockiest person in the world wouldn't step into the ring with a woman Karen's size when they were out of juice this early. But given the state of her opponents leg, Aisha was a like a car, full of gas but with a popped tire. And Karen knew she had to keep it that way.

As that big boot connected, she stumbled slightly, before catching herself on the ropes before getting her stance back. Seeing her foe forced her way onto her side, she'd quickly pursue-Karen bent, trying to grab that leg she'd already been stifling.

If she was successful, she'd raise the leg up and over her own head, before bending the crook of her knee over her neck, in a modified Boston crab, almost like a torture rack but for the leg, a variant Karen had began to use to great effect in several of her matches.

Aisha knew she was in trouble when she felt Karen grabbing her leg again. Her bad leg. It was a clear indicator that her opponent was just some big, dumb muscle with random violence. No, she had targets. She had a plan. A plan that seemed to involve snapping Aisha’s leg like a toothpick.

”Fuck!” She shook her head as she was lifted up in the stretch muffler, pulling and tearing and muscle while she helplessly dangled from around Karen’s bulging neck. She bit back the scream for as long as she could, but it came out soon enough, loud and clear and screeching.

The referee kneeled by her head and stayed close. "Aisha! Do you want to give up?"

"No!" She defiantly shrieked, as her hair wildly thrashed around.

To anyone's admittance, Karen was becoming quite adept at the modified Boston Crab, but her goal of the hold was always the same; never one of submission, just one to cripple her foe. And considering the damage Aisha had already received and her resulting screams, it was definitely working.

She'd release immediately upon Aisha's defiance-the hold was draining on Karen to apply, since she was essentially holding all of Aisha's weight up via her leg, and had no intention of wasting energy. Letting her opponents leg fall to the ground, she'd throw a dark smile, before bringing her huge foot up, stamping and pressing it in the crook of Aisha's leg.

"Not so mouthy now..." she muttered, just barely audible by Aisha.

Aisha crumpled to the mat after Karen finally, finally let the hold, collapsing in a heap before her unstoppable, unflappable, unrelenting oppoennt. Her face was a mask of raw pain, contorted beyond recognition as she weakly crawled along the mat, and she couldn't imagine the pain in her leg getting any worse.

Then it did. Exponentially.

Aisha howled to the heaven and thrashed around the mat after Karen's foot crashed into her leg, brutally hammering it. She made her way over to the corner and grasped the bottom rope, simply trying in vain to stand up again.

So far, Karen was playing a almost genius game; coming up against a clearly faster opponent, she'd been working Aisha's leg like a treat, and now it was beginning to show serious results.

Standing back, hands on hips, she goaded her opponent. "Struggling bitch?" She loudly jeered followed by a laugh. She had no idea if Aisha was susceptible to almost pathetic taunts like that, but she kept her eyes focused; if she was going to rush Karen out of anger, she wouldn't be unprepared.

Aisha wasn't stupid. She realized that she was in bad shape, and that there was a very real chance of her losing this match in a painful way. It behooved her to just shut up, let Karen talk, and take the time to heal up.

But screw it. There's was just no way she intended to let the big, bouncing bitch say that shit to her and get away with it.

”Yeah,” She made it up to the top turnbuckle and finally stood straight. ”My leg had to take your weight coming down on it. That's a lot to withstand.”

Aisha suddenly stepped out of the corner on her good leg and threw a right straight at Karen’s face, aiming to hit her smack dab on the nose.