Tasha Jackson vs Sista A - A Storm Is Brewing

Tasha felt thirsty. Not only for her sweet tea, but also for getting to show off her skills. Sista A had already managed to make herself a prime target for that, one that the Southern Twister was all too eager to rip off of her foundation.

The combination of a hammerlock and hammering seemed to provide a prime opportunity for that. Quick and efficient, easily doable without much preparation and promptly rushing some air out of the prick's guts.

Tasha's plan turned out to work well, and the rookie could feel Sista A being already quite, hammered, in her hold. She was getting on a roll here. Soon there would be nothing stopping the twister.

Hoping that the pop idol would be falling on her knees, Tasha then released her hold. But she wasn't going to stay there, she was going to go pick up some speed. The rookie started rushing towards the pair of ropes behind her, with a plan to then bounce off of them back towards her foe. Counting on that Sista A would have gotten up and turned around by the time she reached her again, Tasha's plan was was to down her with a Lariat this time. If the Clothesline had already worked so well, why not this one!

Not bad. Not bad at all.

Anesthesia stayed silent, watching from the sidelines with a hand on her chin, contemplating Tasha. While it would be simple - and quite accurate - to compare her and Sista A, she couldn’t help but notice the differences, too. This young woman was so vibrant and energetic, eager to prove her skills. She reminded her a great deal of Candy Cane in that regard, and she had fond memories of how easily that one was manipulated.

Yes, this could work to a great advantage. Even if Sista A lost, there were still possibilities.

But it would be premature to call Sista A defeated. Though she had fallen to her knees after being released, there was still a spark in her eyes, as Tasha took off to the ropes for another assault. The match had only just started, and this bitch was making her look like a damn fool. That was not going to stand.

When Tasha hit the ropes and came running back, Sista A chose that moment to shriek and rush forward, running towards her with surprising speed for a woman in spiked stripper heels. She ducked low at the last second and turned herself into a human missile, attempting to spear Tasha hard into the floor with all her weight behind the move. "Going down!"

All right. Tasha had a plan, and it was working. Sista A had fallen to her knees, and the twister was on its way. The former idol had already turned around, and soon she would be getting slammed to the mat by Tasha's Lariat!

Except that....suddenly she wasn't staying still anymore...

Unfortunately, Tasha had absolutely no time to react to that. Instead, her body was slammed hard back-first into the mat.

For once, Sista A's words seemed to had been absolutely accurate. Despite her opponent's spiked heels, Tasha had indeed gone down. And she had also learned something in the process. Despite her opponent's pricky attitude, her strength was clearly no joke. The Alabaman had a lot of work to do, if she wanted to come out on top out of this one.

Her body still reeling from the impact, Tasha slowly rolled around and started getting up on her all fours. And by the time she achieved that, the Twister hoped her foe wouldn't already be standing right in front of her...

Not that any other position would have frankly been any better. Not at least if Sista A was all ready for another attack, before the rookie could get herself back up again...

Finally, finally, fucking finally, Sista A had gotten this bitch to shut the fuck up. Hitting her with that spear was one of the most satisfying things she’d done all month, not including sex. And it was only a close second, there.

The best part? She wasn’t even close to done. Not by a damn sight.

The bitch was trying to get away, squirming around until she was on all fours, trying to crawl off like a dog. A good fit, because Sista A planned to beat her like one.

Instead of waiting for her to get up, she stayed on top of her and shifted her body around until it was perpendicular to Tasha’s. She pushed up to her feet, but didn’t stand all the way up - no, she got just high enough to start unloading knees, shooting one into her opponent’s exposed knees, then another. ”You like that shit? Huh?”

This wasn't going to be easy.

If willpower had been all that it took, Tasha would have had no worry at all. This was her debut, and her opponent was annoying as hell. She wanted to make a great impression on the crowds, and teach the prick a lesson. She really wanted to defeat her foe.

Unfortunately, Sista A clearly wasn't one to go down easily. Achieving that would require a whole lot more than just willpower. But then again, it wasn't that bad news. Tasha knew she could defeat her, and she was confident on her strength and skills.

Bad news were that as of right now, Sista A had decided to make her life painful by taking her knees as targets. And based on what she was hearing, the idol was getting too much airtime.

After a few cries of pain, Tasha fell to the side. Her foe seemed to be within reach, so the rookie decided to try grabbing hold of Sista's wrist, and yanking her lower towards her. That could then get Tasha's own knees closer to her opponent's body, enabling her to try quickly kneeing Sista's midsection herself!

”Fucking bitch!” Another knee. ’Think you can just come here?” And another one. ”Take my fucking spot!” So forth and so on.

Sista A hammered away at Tasha, perfectly content to drill her ribs with vicious repetition, and she would’ve been just fine if she had to do that all day, until she either snapped all of the little bitch’s ribs or she wound up passing out from the exhaustion. After all the crap Tasha had talk, all the noise she’d made, this retribution was well-deserved.

Fun as this was, thought, there was the very real problem of getting carried away. Tasha was no scrub, didn’t have the body of a weakling, had more than enough power to be real threat, and she made that clear when she yanked Sista A down and launched a knee of her own, one that went deep into her midsection.

She gasped as the blow sliced through her abs and folded her up on impact, but she wasn’t about to just give in and be bullied around. Sista A had started this match on the back foot, but she’d taken control. If Tasha wanted that control back, she’d have to do a fuckload more than that.

”Fuck off!” Though it wasn’t the best position for it, Sista A threw a wild hook at Tasha’s face with her free hand, looking to make some space between them and buy herself some time to rise.[/color][/color][/color]

"Taking her spot"? What spot? Was Sista A still living in the Billboard world? It surely sounded like that to Tasha. And felt, as the former idol was unloading her knees to Tasha's ribs with such a fierceness, like her career depended on them.

Luckily, the way out was easy to find. Those knees were something Tasha didn't want to endure any longer, and were something the Alabaman wanted to get revenge on. That was quickly enabled by falling to the side and yanking Sista A towards her, which meant that her own midsection became the perfect target for Tasha's knee!

"Oh I think I found your spot all right...."

Seeing the blow's effects on her opponent, Tasha was momentarily feeling better again. But that was short-lived, as suddenly the idol's fist was flying towards her.

Now that wasn't pretty. Not that Sista A's actions had otherwise been either, but for Tasha a fist fight didn't sound like an attractive prospect.

Well, not at least when her face was hurting like this. Covering it with her hands for a moment, the rookie was becoming all the more enraged. Sure, provided with the opportunity, Sista could have probably hit harder than that, but it still was, well, a blow to the face.

Sista A had gotten the moment she had been aspiring for, and by the time Tasha was setting her sight on the idol again, she was already getting back up again. The rookie then sprang immediately to the action. Wanting to quickly position herself behind her foe, Tasha wanted to try throwing her around.

Starting to set Sista A up for a German Suplex, Tasha couldn't keep her mouth shut in the process. "So, you like the high life huh? Wanna fly?" Only after that, it was time to try actually executing the move.

Okay, so, Tasha’s knees weren’t that bad. They were passable. Could do some decent damage. Mostly because she’d lucked up and hit Sista A when she hadn’t seen the damn thing coming, but whatever. No sense in crying over the spilled milk.

Whatever. The little bitch better have enjoyed her time in the sun, because Sista A would make it fleeting. Nothing quite took the piss out of you like a punch in the face, and she had one of the best hooks in the league. It crashed against her foe’s face, drilled her hard, and bought the Harlem Nightmare all the time she could’ve asked for, keeping her as she made her way back up to her feet.

She’d bought herself a moment, but only a moment, because Tasha could take a punch better than she’d expected. A scant second had passed before she felt those arms around her waist, gripping her tight in a hold that she couldn’t have yanked herself free from. The girl was strong, another thing she had to give her. Powerful arms gripped her tight, held her close, gave her no give, and for a second, Sista A was genuinely worried.

But then the bitch had to go and talk. Idiot.
”Nope!” She lurched forward, then threw her head back hard, trying to clock Tasha in the middle of her face with the back of her head, turning her skull into a blunt force weapon. A little lesson for the rookie - when you’ve got to suplex, do the suplex. Don’t talk.

Despite Sista A's punch, Tasha was determined to pay her back. Determined enough that she wasn't about to waste any time on covering her face or feeling sorry for herself. No, it was necessary to pay the prick that back in an adamant fashion, and the greater that fashion looked, the better.

Clearly, the Harlem Nightmare had expected the hook to have bought her more time. Her foe hadn't prepared to be caught in the Southern Twister's grip at all that fast, and there was nothing in the way of Suplexing her to the mat. That, naturally, only made Tasha happier. Happy enough that she felt the opportunity to rub it all in.

A mistake. As unexpected as Tasha's return had been to Sista A, the move of Sista A's head was to Tasha too.

"AAGH!!" Immediately releasing her hold, the Southern Twister started retreating from the veteran. And this time, she was covering her face.

"Shit..."

Tasha had endured the hook, but the second strike to her face was too much. Somewhat disoriented and stumbling towards a corner, the rookie's only plan for now was to manage getting some recovery time with the support of a turnbuckle.

Sista A was too savvy to show it at the moment, keeping her calm when the elbow connected, but she breathed a discreet sigh of relief the moment she got free of Tasha’s arms. She could feel the flex, the rippling the muscles, the raw strength that this woman could bring to bear, and she wanted none of it.

It did not, however, go unnoticed from Anesthesia’s watchful eyes. Tasha’s power was something she was keen on seeing more, something that she was taking more of an interest in. This youngling had great potential, and she was curious how much of it she would wind up seeing in this match. She was a tad too easily distracted, but such troubles could mitigated with the proper discipline. Anesthesia could be a skilled teacher, when called upon.

Sista A, in the meantime, was focused on teaching Tasha a different sort of lesson.

As the younger woman backpedaled, she spun on her heel and came at her full tilt, closing the gap in an instant. While her first instinct was to just start bashing away at the bitch, she figured her punches had dealt enough damage for one day. No, now she wanted to hit her with something a bit more substantial.

Sista A moved in close, brought her arms up...and swung her leg low, instead, trying to drive the tip of her shoe into Tasha’s knee and cut her down to size.