Psychotic Red Vs Raging Yellow: Karen Starring VS Juniper Nayle

Karen finally slid under the ropes. She'd already gotten the win, but a bonus damn couldn't hurt. "I could do with a slave.." she'd mutter, shaking off her arms, the sweat all but gone from her body, as she opted to remain for now atleast in that white tanktop she earlier equipped.

Juniper knew that someone like Karen wouldnt resistance a stipulation added to a match to make it more enticing. She points down to Karen's boots. "Off. Be barefoot. It'd only make it more fair. So we know who is really the better." It was a lie but danm good reasoning.

"Im gonna love having you over tonight..." The redhead laugh as she pulled her hands up

Karen did as told, grunting as she threw her boots over the side. She damn well near snapped Junipers back earlier, so she was completely confident she was wrestling a near crippled woman.

"Come on then bitch...amuse me.." she muttered, stepping forward, hands up.

Her back was still hurting, but th would only serve Juniper as a reminder of why she had to win this time. Because Karen pushed her to her limit and even past it. And no one did that without facing the redhead woman's wrath.

Juniper, for her size, was surprisingly fast. Not like those zippy Kawaii girls, but fast enough. Even with a slightly crippled back, she tried to rush at Karen and throw a kick to her side.

Her hands up, Karen would of betted on another opening clinch. She was wrong, obviously, as her foe came almost running in, kicking her hard in her side, causing the big blonde to stumble as she clutched the ropes.

"You cheap bit.." Karen cut herself off, before standing firm, bringing her hands back up.

"You haven't even seen cheap yet..." Juniper spat back as she ducked low in from of Karen, look I to guess her opponent's belly a hard slam of the elbow. If ahe were successful, then she would back off. Being too close for too long like that would have her too open for attack

Now hit in the stomach, Karen couldn't help but groan, as she stepped forward, clutching her stomach. She'd stand, slowly enough, facing her foe with watery eyes.

When Karen looked at Juniper, she would we the cocky girl that she had first faced. Juniper had a frowns on her face. A scowl. Seeing that Karen was hurt, Juniper went on. She got low again and did a small spin, aiming to sweep Karen's legs and forces the big won onto her back.

From there, Juniper would grab her legs to set ip for a figure four leg lock.

Flat on her back, Karen's arms went wide as she groaned. Her limb grappled, she'd turn her head down to spot Juniper reaching for her leg, turning and pivoting on said angle. Not a moment to waste, she shot her arm behind her, clutching the ropes she climbed through, as she roared to Juniper.

Juniper hissed out: "A rope break isn't gonna save your sorry ass..." She, being in the right position to do so, pulled Karen hard from the ropes, yanking her body. Once they got to the middle of the ring, Juniper would continue the figure four.

Once it was placed, Juniper pour on the pressure in varying degrees of intensity. A moment or two in it, she would ask Karen something. "Hey, bitch. What size boots wee those you tossed off?"