Karina Northman vs. Harper Williams - Unchained

Despite her protests, Harper felt close to the breaking point. Karina wasn’t called a beast for nothing. Even in the brief time they’d spent together, the six-foot tall woman had some serious power to bare. The Arizonan had been able to handle her onslaught from the outset, but she doubted she’d be able to do it again, especially with the way her back was now. She stirred on those thoughts for a moment, but let them go the next. She had to figure a way out first.

Her resistance carried her through, in the end. She’d started shuffling her feet, trying to tuck them under her as a first part of her escape plan, when the larger woman suddenly released her, leaving her to flop onto her arms in the middle of the ring. She wouldn’t stay there long, letting out a surprised yelp as her long blonde locks were yanked, forcing Harper to slowly rise to two feet at the beast’s will.

She threw a couple punches toward the Northman’s abdomen as she came up from her knees. They were wild hooks, true to Harper’s style, but without the force or accuracy she’d been showing earlier. At this angle, with how she’d been worked over, the young belle needed a bit more time to recover before she could muster up any real resistance. Time that she doubted Karina was going to give her.