Sandy White Vs Karen Starring II: Lesson Not Learnt

So far, the match had been all Sandy, a fact that was legitimately pissing Karen more and more off, especially given the girls rookie status, and Karen's outright domination of the girl the first time round. Her teeth bared as she resisted being pulled down, she'd find the big girl hooking a leg, evidently suggesting she intended hopping on the blonde and choking her out for all she was worth.

Finally snapping, Karen would roar, trying to lift the girl by the waist somewhat, so that her free foot could provide no resistance to her next manoeuvre. Then, she'd try to charge forward, aiming to force the girls back to painfully meet a turn buckle ring post.

Sandy had been confident in her performance thus far, and rightfully so. She'd been able to take it to Karen and make her look just as helpless as Sandy did in their previous match! At least, she'd been able to do that much until now. Sandy would soon find herself slammed against the turnbuckle after Karen charged across the ring thrust her into the corner like she was some sort of battering ram!

Sandy would let out a loud groan as the force from being slammed into the corner made her let go of Karen completely. Still, Sandy didn't seem completely out of it. She'd prop herself up in the corner, using the ropes to keep herself upright and give Karen a smug look while plotting her next move.

Finally forcing the rookie off her, Karen would step back, cranking her neck and back, straightening up as she essentially puffed out her enormous chest.

"Don't you get fucking smug, bitch.." she'd mutter, hands coming down to her side, as she'd slowly step away from the newbie, intent on finding some breathing space, but not so reckless as to think Sandy wouldn't try something, especting the rookie to charge for her any moment.

"A little too late....for that...isn't it?" Sandy would say with an arrogant smile as she took a few deep breaths in the corner. Of course, she wanted to emerge from the corner and charge at Karen right away, but it seemed that she finally reached her limit of how much offense she could put out while ignoring the damage she'd accumulated thus far. She'd take a moment to recuperate in the corner before propping herself up properly without assistance from the ropes and coming at Karen, again.

This would give Karen time to recover as well, and bearing this in mind, Sandy could only simply hope that she would recover sooner than Karen did. If she did and it was the case that she could act first, Sandy would run at Karen and attempt to jump at her to give her a stiff forearm blow to her forehead!

It was a safe bet, that Sandy would recover first. Her less battle worn frame, combined with an apparent burst of adrenaline, almost thirst, for taking Karen out for what she did to her in their first meeting, was most certainly going to recover quicker than the thick wheezing body across from her. That being said, with such a fact obvious, Karen had a firm defensive ready for when the counter assault begun.

The rookie almost sprinting at her, jumping to attain a height shocking for a woman of Sandy's size, her forearm would find it's target covered by the blonde's two thick arms, crossed over her head, effectively halting all damage. That being said, the force of a woman Sandy's size jumping at her, even though it was blocked, still caused her to stumble, stepping back two steps uneasily with her defence somewhat waning.

Sandy's forearm blow was met with good block from Karen. Despite getting in offense form the start , Karen seemed to be able to go the distance and keep herself in the match, regardless. As impressive at this was to the people observing in the crowd and to Sandy herself, Sandy bore in mind that Miss Staring was only human. She had made Sandy's body give out in their previous match and Sandy was prepared to return the favor and ragdoll Karen until she'd have the memory of this match ingrained within her for life.

Sandy would follow up the forearm by ducking low and attempting a series of quick jabs to Karen's gut. The only way she was going to be able to contest Karen at all was by cutting her down to size and wearing her out. That strategy had been working out thus far and it wasn't something Sandy was keen on changing at least not yet. If she could get Karen to bend forward by inflicting enough pain to her stomach, Sandy would grab her head and attempt a vicious jumping knee strike to her face! She'd gain considerable height like she did with the forearm moments ago, and place all the force of the resentment she had towards Karen behind it!

As Karen stumbled back, allowed no time to recompose herself by launching a counter attack before Sandy decided to test the firmness of her stomach with a hard jab, she'd finally come to a horrible, painful conclusion in her head. There was rushing into a match with all guns blazing, which is what Sandy had appeared to be doing, but when Karen compared to the times she'd start a match aggressively, the similarities were few. Sandy had made next to no over-aggressive mistake that would allow for the big blonde to take control. Sandy simply had Karen's number.

A knee would find it's mark, hitting Karen square on the chin and sending her shooting back, her progress backwards now leaving the woman hanging over the ropes, arms over the top, as she gagged, teeth near shattering in her mouth from the impact.

Sandy's knee hit it's mark and hit it hard. She felt a rush of adrenaline and please overcome her upon landing this strike. Nothing was making her feel better than the though of beating the stuffing out of Karen and forcing her to acknowledge Sandy White as a legitimate opponent and threat both inside the ring and out of it. Still, Karen's fortitude was worthy of praise. That kind of strike floor most any opponent, yet Karen still stood upright.

Sandy would try to stay on her. It was a gamble, as Karen could still turn things around at any moment, but Sandy would attempt to close the distance and use the momentum from Karen's backwards stumble by grabbing the backs of her knees and pulling them out from under her and trip her such that she'd fall on her back!

Karen was hung over the ropes like a prophet, only panting and visibly wounded. She couldn't pull out a counter if she wanted to the way she was faring now, not unless Sandy got cocky again or made a mistake. And that didn't seem to be happening. Unhooking herself from the ropes, she'd find her feet the target of the rookie next, pulled from beneath her like a cloth from a table in a magic trick, she'd fall straight to her ass, her only saving grace being her back resting on the ropes behind her, hoping she could use the position for some sort of defence should Sandy push for a manoeuvre.

Sandy would find Karen was down, leaning against the bottom turnbuckle for support. She considered a large number of follow ups, but chose to go with a safe, simple move, as to try to maintain the lead she's established herself. Marching over to Karen after seeing to it she had gotten up and was still in good enough shape to stay on offense, Sandy would aim to place her bare foot on Karen's neck, attempting a foot choke with her weight behind it, since she only had to step downwards! If she was successful, she'd try to choke some life out of Karen, making sure to pepper in her usual taunting.

"You're awwwwfully quiet there, Miss Starring. Don't worry, if I'm lucky, I might just beat some personality into you!"