Karen Starring vs. Mikayla Pryor: Two Out of Three Submissions

Mikayla hoped it would be easy - that she would utterly shock this woman who doubted her so much without knowing a thing about her - but apparently she was too hopeful to think she could simply throw the woman on her back. For all little credit she wanted to give her opponent for being so high and mighty, Karen did have size and obviously strength by the look of her, and Mikayla was assuming a lot to believe she would be tossed around like a bag of cotton.

Her momentum was all but ceased once she rammed into Karen's midsection, and while her grip around the back of the woman's shapely thighs was strong, she could not get the leverage to actually lift Karen when the other woman restrained her arms. In fact, Mikayla probably found herself in the worst position of the two of them, as the woman held her bent form against her midsection. She didn't even like her face touching the woman's abs - much less the position of the crown of her head at the woman's chest - given how disgusted she was by the woman's attitude. She frowned deeply, giving up on the attempts to lift the woman up. "Dang it...", she muttered, but she was not out of ideas. With a rack the size of Rhode Island, maybe Karen didn't have the best balance in the universe.

Instead of continuing to lift, she moved her grip up Karen's legs to tightly grab a handful of the other woman's leggings just below the hips. With these makeshift handles, Mikayla set used her strong legs to drive into the woman's stomach like a bull - a bull who had just been compared to the average Hooters girl rather than a wrestler.

Mikayla may have been in the worse off position, but Karen was somewhat wary of taking the chance to release her lock on her arms to take advantage, mostly out of worry the blonde would simply resume her powerful hoist. Using her foes head essentially as a resting spot for her ridiculous chest, Karen simply opted to try and force the woman upwards by yanking underneath her arms, before she found her foe with a follow-up of her own.

Her foe opting to resume a hefty shoulder shove rather than lift Karen, the angrier blonde simply tried to brace as her foe forced her way further into her. Responding somewhat late, Karen would find herself backed up close to the corner, turning her head somewhat before grunting. She'd do her damned best to ensure Mikayla couldn't fully trap her in the corner; but with a firm shoulder ramming into her gut, and the outright power of the newer girl, Karen wasn't too confident she could brace for long.

Mikayla pushed forward, pleased with the success of her blunt charge, her change of plans proving effective as she pushed Karen back. Her progress slowed after she made it a few feet, but she kept her grip tight on Karen's leggings nonetheless and kept up the shoving to make sure the other woman couldn't retaliate. To be honest, though, Mikayla was sick of being shoved down under the woman's boobs like this (and to be honest, they were kind of heavy), and if she wasn't going to force the woman all the way back to the ropes or turnbuckle, she wasn't gaining much from being bent over with the woman still hampering her with her own significant strength. Plus, she didn't want the crowd to even see her bent down in front of this woman who had insulted her to no end. Mikayla realized it was odd and petty, but wrestling-wise, it made some sense too.

Well, if the woman wanted to pull her arms up, Mikayla would oblige. The younger blonde lifted her head and shoulders up from their position wedged against Karen's abs, and the blonde freed her arms by lifting them up higher, right in line with Karen's own effort to yank upwards on them. Now that she was untangled from her opponent, Mikayla took a half-step back just far enough to lift her foot and send it driving towards Karen's abs in a simple, straight kick.

Karen would be firmly braced a few steps away from the corner; preventing Mikayla obtaining further ground with her seemingly monstrous strength, but by no means allowing herself the ability to gain ground. She would of smirked over the fact she had turned her foe into a chest rest, had she not been so caught. She would finally smirk though over the fact Mikayla was finally being forced up, albeit unbeknownst to Karen she was simply opting to rather than resist further.

She'd ready her body to pull on the arms of her foe, intending to fully catch Mikayla in a full body embrace, most likely with intent to slam the woman on her back or perhaps squeeze some of the fight out of her. Instead, she'd find her foe quickly pulling away, giving all the tell tale signs of a follow-up. Surely enough, it quickly came.

A neat shot connecting cleanly to Karen's gut, her arms still in the air and unable to defend, the blond would bend over somewhat, head now level with Mikaylas shoulders, as she'd splutter.

"Surprise...surpise..the hooters girl plays dirty!..." She'd cough out.

Watching Karen's shoulders collapse after the impact from Mikayla's boot was good for the second-most satisfying thing Mikayla could have done to repay Karen for that insulting mouth she had, after the earlier blow to the jaw. Mikayla's leg whipped back down to the mat, and she took a second to appreciate seeing Karen slumped as she was - not standing like the proud, crass- er, well, the jerk who had so poorly introduced herself. The blonde simply fell into her fighting stance, but she couldn't help wearing a faint smirk.

...At least before Karen opened her mouth again.

Dirty? Dirty!? Yeah, Mikayla was the dirty one. She hadn't come out here with a thousand crummy insults, with her boobs pushed up into her chin, and- well, everything about Karen screamed dirty to her right now. She could spout as many Hooters-related insults to Mikayla as she wanted - it was just making her sound like a fool. "I guess you would be one to know what it means to be dirty," Mikayla still managed to keep under her breath, thinking she'd like to throw Karen into a Hooters and see how she liked it.

With that pleasing thought in mind, she rushed forward again, throwing her hands out to shove into Karen's shoulders. If she was going to call a kick dirty, Mikayla was going to be willing to play her little game. They just try to out-power each other with grappling the rest of the way, or something? Mikayla could deal with that, and beat Karen with it. And at this rate, she wanted to do it soundly.

Karen simply grunted, as she forced her eyes up to meet her foes. She couldn't help but smirk, somewhat sadistically given that she was on the receiving end of the punishment, her smile gained from the satisfaction of her foe becoming blatantly frustrated.

Rather than throw a smart follow-up set of strikes, Mikayla opted to try and ragdoll the blonde via grappling means. Pushing her shoulders and forcing the angrier blonde to straighten up, Karens own arms would match her foes, locking on her shoulders.

"Like you'll ever overpower me..." she'd grunt, before her hand grasping her foes right shoulder would slide down her foes body, briefly grazing over that huge chest before settling on her stomach, simply patting it in humiliating fashion. "...you fat cow!"

Well, Mikayla hadn't thought that through the best in the world. As much pride as Mikayla had in her growing strength and fitness, she wasn't going to throw such a statuesque woman to the ground like she was a cardboard box - especially not one who looked as if she ate anvils for breakfast and stored them in her chest and ass for the winter. When Mikayla's initial shove only led to Karen locking up with her and stopping her momentum, her conviction abandoned her a moment as they clashed with their mirror stalemate, blonde bombshell leaning into blonde bombshell and their shoves getting them nowhere. Frustrating. Even moreso with her having to stare into Karen's eyes and chest, both too few inches away for Mikayla's taste.

But the worst was easily Karen's mouth, still.

Mikayla groaned audibly when her opponent spoke up again, a sound that turned nearly into a growl as she felt the other woman's hand briefly grope her chest before settling on her stomach. Stunned by the action, Mikayla's pushing against Karen's one anchoring arm slowed. But she should have known what Karen's motivation was for handling her in such a way. She groaned again. "What is your problem!?", she demanded. Of all things to offend Mikayla, her being called fat was the least of them - she was no branch blowing in the wind, but she knew the difference between that and fat. It was Karen's relentless verbal assault that was the most irritating thing, and Mikayla didn't want her grubby hands on any part of her.

Instinctively, Mikayla clamped down with both hands on the arm pressing on her shoulder and yanked it towards her roughly, to reel the other blonde in. Her right hand let the arm go, only for Mikayla to drive the palm into the back of the meeting point of Karen's arm and shoulder with just as much violent intent, looking to wrench the loudmouth's arm behind her own back.

Karen was, above all else, a hypocrite. She'd resort to dirty tricks whilst calling her foes out on the same. Use insults whilst deriding her foes for stooping to such levels. And calling big women fat, when she herself was often the biggest, even though not strictly overweight herself. Her cockiness didn't at all help; thinking she could hold a woman who already evidently demonstrated great strength with one arm, whilst the other mockingly rubbed and patter her gut.

"My problem? Ha..." She'd laugh, shrugging off her foes question. She had a problem with essentially every individual in AFW, and didn't at all feel like listing them off! Especially to a woman she had repeatedly derided as a cheap copy-cat twin!

Intending to bring her arm back up to catch her 'clone's' other shoulder, fully intending to push the woman right back into her place, Karen would instead find a change of tactics by her foe. Her foolish decision to lean with one arm cost her, as said arm was now twisted behind her-with a Mickayla tied to it! Yelping at the pain of the awkward angle, she'd brace her legs as to not be shoved forward like a ragdoll, before fully intending to shake herself like jelly, to try and jostle her arm free!

"You..cheap cow..!"

Yeah, Mikayla had a problem, too. That was maybe the first thing Karen was right about, if that was what she was trying to say. People didn't just go around with every word on their tongues being an insult or something else just about as nasty. Even the worst people, like politicians, were good at hiding that they were jerks. Karen didn't even have a filter for it. How had someone not shot her before now? Or at the very least, how did she still have all of her bones intact here at AFW. Some women could put up with this less than Mikayla, who considered herself pretty damn reasonable.

And this reasonable woman felt a great deal of pleasure getting Karen's arm behind her, taking advantage of the other woman's cockiness and loud mouth in order to get her restrained a little. Mikayla stuck her tongue out in concentration as she tucked the arm under and pressed it into the small of Karen's back, the way she'd trained to do it. Karen immediately started wriggling to get free, but a pair of strong legs kept Mikayla rooted in place while both arms fought against Karen's, keeping it just far enough behind the woman to make sure Mikayla was the one in the control by the way she bent it.

And still the woman called her cheap. And a cow.

"You are-", she began, before thinking better of it, abandoning the wrenching of Karen's arm in favor of doing something better than responding - reaching her arms up to wrap one around Karen's neck and squeeze the other hand over Karen's mouth to get her to be quiet for at least two seconds. Mikayla didn't even care that it wasn't anything of a hold... just as long as it shut Karen up.

Make no mistake, Mikayla was no exception to Karen. Sure, the fact that the two even slightly resembled one another pissed Karen off to no end. But whether she admitted it or not, Mikayla could of been the literal opposite of her, with a personality that echoed that of Karen's. She'd still damn right insult her.

Where as Mikaylas base was firm, wrenching that arm with silent fury, Karen was a near spit opposite. Shaking and jostling, she was determined to yank her arm free, despite the fact that her inability to stand still and concentrate if anything was making the pain of the hold that much worse. Soon, she'd find release; something she accepted full credit for, despite the fact that Mikayla opted for a simple switchup, to try and finally shut the big blonde up.

Somewhat caught off guard, Karen was unsure of what was occurring, as Mikayla performed somewhat of a mocking mouth gag. Sure, the arm around her throat was tense; but it was by no means throttling Karen given that it was but a single limb. Suddenly interpreting the manoeuvre as outright mockery, Karen's eyes would widen in huge rage as she found herself both unable to speak, and somewhat unable to breath. At least through her mouth.

One hand shooting to the one on her mouth, the other to Mikaylas more restricting arm, Karen would simply roar into the hand that embraced her lips, before trying to suddenly shove backwards with every bit of strength she could muster; determined to crush the woman who gagged her between herself and the turnbuckle!