Sista A Vs Karen Starring II: Retracing Steps

Standard Match

A losing streak was never a good thing. Not for a wrestler, a boxer, a football team, hell, anyone. Not unless you were one who received a kick out of that sort of thing. Karen Starring did not. After being on the losing side in a number of matches, both seasoned AFW veterans, new faces, and even a kawaii team, Karen had somewhat thought she had found the end to said streak. By way of rematch with someone she had once claimed a victory over. Aisha Taylor.

To no ones surprise, Karen had jumped at the opportunity to face the powerful foe she had once forced to submit. After all, repeating it wouldn't be that hard, would it? And it damned well couldn't hurt to try to outright squash a former-rose, in the effort of re-establishing herself as a AFW monster heel, maybe even luring more eager roses back out of the pipework. Clad in the typical Karen Starring corset and boots, she made her way down to the ring, somewhat bouncing on her feet. She could of been described as an eager bunny, had the blonde amazon not forsook equipping her signature rabbit ears in the effort to simply and quickly get down to business.

Sliding under the ropes, she'd somewhat uncharacteristically pay attention to the crowd in attendance tonight, those fierce eyes gazing amongst them, seemingly trying to make eye contact with each and every single one of them. Taking a breath, the usually fierce blonde woman would even throw a smile! Then, the icing on the cake in uncharacteristic moves occurred dead centre of the ring. Karen Starring waved to the side for a microphone.

Bringing it to her cheeks, she'd shoot a big smile before releasing a breath, clearly greatly excited. Finally, she'd find the calmness required to talk, as she'd mutter a single sentence to the crowd, and most likely her opponent, directed both at her current loss streak, or perhaps even something more.

"Tonight...it ends..."

The Wrestler formerly known as Aisha, Sista A, stood in the gorila position with a long smile on her face, as Karen Starring’s music began to fade. It was a look that garnered more than a few odd glances from the stage crew as they passed her by, as if they couldn’t figure out what she had to be happy about.

The last time Aisha had been in a ring with Karen, things hadn’t gone so well for her. In fact, she’d gotten her ass kicked. Hard. While it hadn’t been a complete domination, the giant blonde had nearly broken her in half, put her through hell, made her submit in embarrassing fashion. It was one thing to have a rematch, another thing to have a rematch with someone who won in such a decisive fashion.

But, then again, this wasn’t really a rematch, was it? Karen had beaten Aisha, not Sista A. As the buxom blonde bitch was about to discover, there was a big difference.

Sista A licked her lips as one of the stagehands gave her a little tap on the shoulder, giving her the go-ahead. Time to give Ms. Starring an education.

The crowd broke into a chorus of boos as the music began, and the focus of their ire appeared a moment later. Standing proud and tall, the Rose of Roses strutted out with a cocky sway in her hips, as if she didn’t have a care in the world. Judging by the way she brazenly raised her championship belt into the air, maybe she didn’t.

She sashayed her way down the ramp, taking her time, showing off her fine curves every step of the way. Sista A slid her way into the ring under the bottom rope and rose like a snake, even ran her hand down the center of his chest with a flicks of the tongue.

Yes, they booed. They jeered. But when they got home and the lights were off and they thought nobody could hear…

She flashed the crowd a little smile and handed off the belt to the referee, before turning her sultry gaze towards her opponent. ”Hey, there.” She looked Karen over, head to toe. ”Looking ready, big girl. Happy to see me?”

Karen simply observed as she watched the woman appear. Noticeably, her smile had disappeared, mostly out of confusion. Sista A? Karen's somewhat selfish trait of only keeping up with events that directly affected herself had left the blonde at somewhat of a disadvantage, as she tilted her head, unsure whether she was about to face a new foe altogether.

As her foe approached though, it became apparent, that 'Aisha' was in fact making her way down to the ring. To a stubborn, arguably flat out stupid woman like Karen, it didn't matter with Aisha or Sista A as she now was had gone through training that would make the most hardcore of champions falter. It didn't matter if she had mastered the move set of the entire roster, or claimed victories over the best. Karen beat her once. Whether it was a hour ago, yesterday, or ten years ago. And that was all that mattered to the blonde.

As her foe stood tall in the ring, Karen prepared to throw her usual insulting jibes, most likely questioning the name and appearance change in a hostile way. Instead, she simply smiled, and spoke both uncharacteristically. "Thanks for coming..." Still apparently convinced the woman who would help break her losing streak stood before her.

Something was different, here. Sista A wasn't the only one who’d seen some big changes in the past few months.

Karen was wearing the same outfit, yeah. Still the same bulky, big-boobed brute that had taken that weakling Aisha apart like she was so much trash. Still imposing. Still confident. But Sista A could sense a little more eagerness in her, like she was expecting something to happen in this match. Interesting.

Oh, and she talked. It had been a little while, but Sista A didn’t recall her being all that chatty when Aisha faced her.

”Pleasure’s all mine, big and tall.” She took a little bow, sharing Karen’s mischievous grin. ”Let’s see if you can keep up with me on the dance floor.”

The bell rang, and Sista A came rushing out of the gate full speed, charging straight towards Karen. No warning. No hint. She just stormed over to the big woman at full tilt, raised her leg, and tried to hit her with a front kick to the stomach.

Karen might of appeared to have been a changed woman in front of Sista A, but the audience was somewhat more sceptical. Just because the blonde decided to open her mouth, albeit briefly, for a change, didn't mean that Karen was no longer the same old vicious cow that relied solely on notable power, that somewhat recently simply hadn't been enough against a variety of foes.

A part of Karen still wanted to scream out, her usual vicious trash talking self far from hidden. The patronising bow, the relatively kind greeting, even the name change. She wanted to throw jibes relentlessly at the woman before her featuring all of the above, of course most likely said jibes featuring plenty of profanity. Raising her hands however, the eagerness of a wrestler keen to break her losing streak shone through, as she stepped forward, as ever expecting the typical start to a match. A test of strength.

Instead, a woman she still outright refused to refer to anyone but Aisha in her mind charged at her; Sista A quickly landing foot to exposed gut. Bending over sharply in a splutter, the big blonde would shuffle backwards with hands to her weakened gut, trying to rise back straight again, determined not to let such happen again!

Was Karen really expecting a test of strength?

When she’d fought Aisha, the one thing that had become clear was the strength difference. Yes, the Diva was faster, and if they’d been scoring points, she would’ve won hands down with all the strikes she’d landed on the busty bruiser. But, in the end, all it had taken was some big moves to finish Aisha off. Karen was a powerhouse. She’d been outmuscled.

There was no way that Sista A would make the same mistakes. She was coming in, but she was coming in fast.

”Ha!” She couldn’t resist a little chuckle as the lumbering brute stumbled away, enjoying the sight too much. As soon as Karen stood straight up, there was another kick waiting for her - this time a sidekick, driving the heel straight into her right breast.

Such a big target. Was begging for it.

Karens's arms had somewhat crossed over her gut which just received something of a mule kick, the audience briefly gaining great view of her enormous cleavage thanks in part to her bend, in part to her crossed arms somewhat pushing them upwards.

Rising up, she'd find the woman already throwing a followup, as Karen took but a second to realise her stupidity. Of course she wouldn't accept a test of strength. Karen was bordering on massive. Sista A was a damn twig.

Said twig had feet that moved and hit like jackhammers, striking straight into Karen's own massive assets. The size of them would serve as natural protection, but it didn't much help against the power of said move, as she'd stumble back holding her jiggling flesh.

Stick and move, stick and move.

Sista A was tempted to keep wailing on Karen, drill her into the corner, but she’d learned her lesson from Aisha’s mistakes. Going overboard was what messed her up the first time around - she’d gotten to wrapped up in a combo, made a mistake, got killed.

So, instead, she hung back after her second kick connected, bouncing on her heels with a devilish grin. ”What’s wrong, big girl?” She pointed at her own chest as it swayed from side to side. ”Little too much dead weight on the top floor? Slowing you down?”

Karen was, to her surprise, given room to catch her breath. Many a foe had pushed their advantage against the blonde heavyweight, turning a small advantage into full control, especially after a single precise strike had hit the mark and then some. Then again, half of those eager beavers often ended up in the blondes arms, obviously the complete opposite of what any of Karen's foes would ever want.

Allowed the space she desired, Karen would stand straight, arms finally uncrossing and fixing to a fighting pose, her massive chest still heaving up and down as if it had a life of it's own. Her eyes would somewhat light up as her foe threw a busty-based insult, yet another countless one to add to Karen's ever growing list of them.

"Tch...Let's not get ahead of ourselves...Sister or whatever it damn well is now..." Karen would grunt, her usual, bitchy self deciding to slowly emerge. Hands mid height, she'd begin to slowly step forward, before rapidly increasing her pace; visibly frustrated she was caught so early and now outright trying to force those claws onto Sista A to return the favour!

There it was, the little glint in Karen’s eyes. Sista A remembered how Aisha’d managed to get the blonde all riled up the last time they met, talking shit about the way she tipped the scales. Last time, it had been a little too much at the right time. But now, she was confident she could turn it to an advantage.

Case in point.

”Nah, Sista A, Ton-of-Fun.” She started to crouch as Karen began to moving in once more. ”And the ‘A’ stands for-”

Sista A’s masterful taunt was interrupted halfway through, as Karen charged forward, looking to roll right over her. Luckily, she was prepared. It was just a simple matter of dropping to the side at the right time, scissoring Karen’s ankle as she passed, twisting to the side and trying to sent her on the ropes with a drop toehold.