Psychotic Red Vs Raging Yellow: Karen Starring VS Juniper Nayle

The big red head seemed miles up in the air, as Karen squeezed Junipers waist against her own sizeable chest. "PATHETIC!" she roared as the red head screamed her submission, her beefy amazon arms seemingly crushing the life from Juniper.

Grunting, she released the girl from her grip, letting her slide down her body to the mat, as Karen own arms went to her side.

Juniper collapsed onto the canvas as she was let go by the strong woman and winner of the match. Juniper didnt even know who the hell She was. She just one that Karen had beaten tue crap out of the Rising Star. She panted and put a hand on her back, curling up a bit in front of the winner.

Karen didn't spend long admiring her self, giving a brief mocking thumbs up to the booing crowd. Turning her back, she'd give a backwards push kick to her foe, before making her way out, wiping the sweat from her brow.

Juniper got up and left soon after Karen did.

She pushed her way through the crowd of reporters and fans alike trying to ask Juniper how she could have lost her confidence like that and lose. Especially to someone newer than herself like Karen. And it was then that Juniper learned her opponent's name. She had to hear it from a reporter.

Minutes later, she stares at herself in a mirror in her locker room. From outside it, Nick's meager voice calls through. "J-Juniper? Are you ready to leave yet?"

Staring at herself in the mirror, at her reflection. Juniper hated who was staining back. Someone who had lost. She let out an angered scream and punched the mirror, break I it but not shattering it completely. Nick asked if she was alright and she told him to let without her.

The redhead stepped back out into the ring. She was by herself in the arena. Or...Was she? "Karen! I know you're still here. Come back out, now!"

Karen was wiping the sweat from her body when she received a knock from the stage hands. Informed that her opponent had near trashed her locker room, and was now in the ring demanding she come back, Karen threw a frustrated grin.

"She doesn't get to call ME out..." she muttered to herself, putting on a tight white tank top quickly as she stepped out of her lock room, her corset still underneath. Pacing through the back area, she quickly came out half way down the ramp, spotting her pacing foe. Save for a few cleaners, the two big women were empty in the arena.

"What do YOU want loser?!"

Another quality that Juniper prided herself on? Her ability to become crazy pissed at any moment she felt like it. And this was one of those types of moments. Juniper glares at Karen. "What do I want? What the fuck do I WANT?!"

She pointed to Karen. "I wanna hear you begging ME to leave you go. I want to break you in two. I WANT a rematch, you bitch of an Amazon! "

Karen responded with a laugh, stepping ringside, hands on her hips. "Your boring..you know that bitch.." she muttered, turning her back. "Your not fit to kiss my feet, let alone get me worked up wrestling again." She'd take a single step before turning her head, a huge smile on her face. "You should stick to easier, smaller women..you scarllet haired moron..."

Juniper gave a grin. Close to her trademark grin, but much eviler that before. "You want something out of this...You wouldn't have stepped from the locker room if you hadn't. And you wouldn't have come ringside either."

Juniper leans on the ropes and scoffed. "Lets say we sweeten the pot, huh? Or was that win a fluke in your favor and you know it?"

Turning once more, Karen stepped close, looking up at her redhead foe as she leaned on the ropes.

"What can you possibly interest me with witch?"

"Just about whatever you want short of sex. I dont do that go the sake of my dignity and hopefully you dont sell yourself out either." She stepped away from the ropes and walks around a bit. "You want money? A maid? Taking me home do a night?  Whatever you want. Im fine with it because I know I wouldn't be the one losing."