High Stakes! High Risk! High Reward! (Estela vs Aisha)

Estella stomped around the ring with Aisha on top of her as she kept her arms tight around Aisha's legs. She wasn't going to let her fall early or escape from her grasp, either option wouldn't have looked good on Estella. Throwing her legs up she drove Aisha back first into the mat and accidentally knocked over the ladder in the process as Estella sprung up to a seated position as she held the back of her head. Looking over to the collapsed ladder, she could've attempted to climb up.

But looking over her shoulder and back to Aisha, she figured that she wasn't going to be able to get that far up the ladder without Aisha getting in the way. So instead, she opted for more punishment.

Getting to her feet, she would position herself next to Aisha, before flipping forward and attempt to crash back first with a flipping senton!

"Hey... watch it... Argghh!!!" she shouts before hitting the mat hard once again, rolling around in pain. She clutched her back, inching forward to the ladder to try and move away, to use it to get back up. However it became somewhat desperate, clutching at nothing as she was still rather disoriented.

Her eyes went big as suddenly Estela's body landed a top of her in a senton, air bashed out of her lungs.

Flipping over as fast as she could with the most torque she could whip into her body, Estela crashed back first into Aisha to force out air from her lungs. Now sitting on her butt next to her opponent, Estela panted out as she looked over to the ladder. The idea to climb crossed her mind, but not with Aisha right there with her. So instead of attempting to go up the ladder, she decided to inflict more punishment onto Aisha as she got back to her feet.

She would make her way towards the ropes, grabbing onto them for support as she would bide her time, waiting for Aisha's head to get high enough before shuffling back to her opponent and attempted to superkick her in the side of her head!

Aisha rolled on to her back, breathing roughly just trying to try and get some air back into her lungs. Estella was good and was keeping up the pressure on her excellently, not letting her get an ounce of ground as she tried to now get right back up. Whoever as soon as she did so she found herself struck right upside the head, crumpling back to the mat after her opponent had just super kicked her hard.

With a loud smack of Estela's foot crashing into Aisha's head with the superkick, Estela forced her foot as hard as she could to snap Aisha's head back and drive her to the mat. After the kick, Estela would place her hands on her knees, holding herself up as she panted out, wiping a bead of sweat that was rolling down her face. Now she was certain that she was able to climb the ladder with no resistance as she looked up at the briefcase hanging above the ring.

Looking over her shoulder towards the tipped over ladder she'd make her way towards the tool to victory, grabbing onto both sides as she tried to leverage it back up and take the time to position it underneath the briefcase. Then, she'd begin the long climb up, rung after rung while forcing her body to climb!

The smack could be heard across the arena as Aisha's head was rattled by a strong super kick, sending her to the mat harshly as it was followed through to drive her down. She groaned, slumped down sideways, trying to figure out what to do now as she could barely move. All she could was watch the suitcase dangle up above the ring, Estela slowly setting up to grab it. The fight wasn't over yet.

The pinkette began to stumble trying to stand back up, disoriented and feeling the effects of the match's more high risk maneuvers really start to be a drain on her. All she could do at the moment was simply lean against the ladder as Estela began to climb slowly.

Climbing a ladder, which seemed like such an easy thing to scale, felt like climbing an eternity one rung at a time. Estela was panting as she gripped on each metal step, pulling her body that suddenly felt like it was carrying far more weight. She saw that Aisha was recovering, leaning against the ladder after delivering a heavy superkick, she still had time to get to the top but she was now trying a little too quickly as she managed to get near the top.

Not quite at the final rung, Estela was already reaching for the briefcase over head that always seemed to be just teasingly out of reach to the green haired woman. In actuality she was no where near touching the briefcase as she continued her slow ascent to the top rope as she continued to reach out for the briefcase filled with money!

Aisha wasn't the best shape right now but she still had enough juice to get up, using the ladder itself to try and set herself up back on her two wobbly feet. She shook her head, mat orienting itself with her sight, now ready to continue. There she looked up to see her opponent climbing up the ladder so close to the goal.

So instead grabbing Estela, she began to climb up on the other side, slowly shambling up to the top. She breathed hard, about she could tell about a quarters worth in the tank she thought, just enough. Enough to once she got up close enough to try and send a good hard chop to the emerald haired woman, holding on tight with the other as the two were rather high now.

The match was reaching the highest point, both women reaching the top of the ladder and reaching for the prize above. Estela kept her eyes up at the hanging briefcase, feeling the ladder shaking with each rung that her opponent took, breaking her focus on the case and looked down below. Pressure kicked in as Estela continued to reach up, stretching her body out as far as she could in order to press on for victory.

However, Aisha was right behind her as she managed to get to the top as a hard smack bashed across her chest, letting out a holler of pain as she teetered backwards, precariously leaning backwards as she gripped onto the ladder. The fall from that high was going to be match ending. Pulling on the ladder to lunge back forward, Estela would hunch over the top of the ladder, gasping and panting for air as her chest stung in pain!

Woozy and rather now on the offensive, she was trying to keep her on self up on the ladder. As soon as Estella resting on the ladder she did on to her, resting there as she was trying out what to do. The briefcase was right there, dangling up there mocking the two of them. She had to win it, to get that briefcase, and she was willing to take it to the next level as much as she could to win, even if it risked her own body to do so.

Aisha grabbed her, trying to pull her up, to try and lift her. Now it was rather hard to do such while keeping balance, settling just for grabbing around her head, as she leaned back a bit, straining the green haired woman's neck. The ladder rocked as she did so, imbalanced now.