The Musical Showdown! Carol vs Katrina

Standard Match
Terms of victory - 3-count pinfall or submission

The kawaii rockstar, Carol Bradbury was waiting at the backstage for her music to begin. Lately she's been dedicating a lot of time to her musical carreer, forgetting a little about the wrestling world. And with that, she also lost a bit of her skills, as she hasnt been practicing at all. The blonde girl was slightly nervous. For the first time after months, she was going back into the ring! Shaking her head a little, Carol stood up from the bench she was sitting on and walked out the backstage, her music starting as she prepared to start playing her song.

All the lights went out, except the main spotlight, which focused on the entrance of the backstage as it flashed with different colours. Red, blue, green, orange, yellow and more. The blonde rockstar appearead at the top of the ramp as "In the streets" by Cheap Trick sounded on the loudspeakers. Playing every chord of the song on her guitar, the kawaii walked down the ramp, winking at her fans as she did. Everyone was happy to see Carol again, and as soon as they recognised the song, they started singing along.

Carol climbed into the ring, sliding her guitar under the bottom rope and then slipping through the top and middle ropes, picking her guitar up again and walking around the ring with her arms high above her head before heading to her corner, waiting for her opponent to show up.

Just as when the crowd was already starting to get used to Carol's Rock and Roll intro, out of nowhere, a heavy bassed, drum loop began blasting through the loud speakers...

...and it surely wasn't any Rock and Roll. In fact, it was actually this: [url:3jrsintz]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pb7v8EjQ6Yk[/url:3jrsintz]

The crowd would feel a little put off by the sudden change of musical genre, that was, until a young dark skinned woman appears strutting herself down the walkway. Soon nearly everyone in the crowd had forgotten about the music and were now focusing on the new girl, as with every sway, turn and shimmy of her hips were met with flickering lights from the cameras constantly going off in the crowd.

This was all because Katrina was something unique...

with an ass like a horse...

breasts like beachballs...

and with an attitude that defined her body(which was well paid for) as untouchable, Katrina was ready to claim her first victim in the AFW.

However, since she was notified of this match only a few seconds ago, the brown skinned beauty found herself rushing out of her dressing room in only a tight, form fitting pants and bra, both of them laced with shimmering rhimestones that only a rich ass bitch/rapper could ever afford.

Cautiously, as to not ruin her perfect, stripper-esque dress, she climbed into the ring, reaches into her bra and magically pulls out a mic.

Yeah, Katrina's finally here and she got class/
And I'm about drop this hoe Caron straight on her ass!

Katrina finishes her first bar live in the ring and looks at Carol smugly.

So...who you suppoed to be?

Carol had to admit, she didnt expect an opponent with such a... spectacular figure. She couldnt imagine how hurt Katrina's back must be because of those breasts! She watched the other girl's entrance from her corner in the ring, wondering how she'd look if she had boobs as big as Katrina's.

Before she could notice, her opponent would make it into the ring and start rapping. Arrghh! If there was one kind of music she didnt enjoy at all, it was rap. She tried to ignore it, and as her opponent asked for her name, she happily answered. "I'm Carol Bradbury! And you are...?"

Right as Carol politely gave her name, Katrina's lips curl into a nasty look, with her eyes narrowing on her opponent as if the Rock and Roll girl was the wierdest thing that the HipHop diva had ever saw. Slowly, Katrina brings the head of the microphone to her lips, gives you one last grimacing look, then turns around to the crowd, spitting another verse aloud.


"This hoe name Bradbury/
Ima kill this trick, cuz I come with mad fury!/
She aint shit, all mah shit's legit/
Ima beat her ass and make this bitch quit!/"

With that little verse, Katrina throws away her mic and finally gives you her full attention.

"Your name's Carol, huh? Well its time you get to know Hurricane Katrina!"

She snaps her fingers loudly and stomps her feet.

Carol blinked as her opponent started to rap with her as the main topic. She wasnt able to understand ALL of it, but at least she got the last part where Katrina said something of beating her and making her quit. A little confused, she took a step towards her opponent as she introduced herself as Hurricane Katrina. For some reason, "Hurricane Katrina" sounded quite familiar, but she didnt know why.

"Uhmmm... Hurricane Katrina?" She politely tried to call her opponent's attention. If she did, she'd extend her arm in front of her chest, offering the rapper a friendly handshake. "Nice to meet youu~!"

"Wut?"

Katrina was seriously confused at Carol's nice and friendly act. It doesn't matter anway. Katrina was ready to beat some little girl ass, and being sure that her first victory would be under her belt, her publicity level would scyrocket, as well as her album sales.

"Alright, Carol"

Katrina shook her hand with her rhimestone studded fighting gloves. She wouldn't let go of Carol's hand just yet, however. First Katrina will wave a finger infront of her face to make one point clear to her guitar wielding enemy:

"When this here bell rings, I bet you won't last/
Cuz this gurl ryte here gon' kick yo ASS!/"

Katrina would finish with another smug look before going into her corner, waiting for the bell to ring.

Carol was forgotten in the center of the ring, her opponent completely ignoring the handshake. The rockstar wasnt really pissed, but Katrina's rap was really annoying, especially considering that all of the lyrics said stuff about beating her down. Carol tried to forget about this as she turned around and returned to her corner, leaning on it again as she stared at her bigger opponent across the ring.

"Not planning to go easy on you, so better be ready, Kat-saan~!" Carol cutely said as she winked at her opponent, trying to be nice with her.

"Yeah, whateva, hoe..."

Katrina runs her hand through her $20 weave and tries her best to look unphased. When the bell finally rings, Katrina would decide to close the distance between herself and Carol, aiming for a typical lockup.

Carol heard the bell ring, and immediatly stepped away from her corner, leaving the guitar behind. She knew that Katrina was way stronger than her, considering she was just a kawaii wrestler, but anyway she accepted to lock up with her bigger opponent, placing her hands on the rapper's shoulders and pushing with all she got, her head just a few inches away from Katrina's massive breasts.

Since the bell had rung, Katrina's first plan of action was to bring Carol down as fast as possible. Katrina isn't planning on spending valuable time playing the Test of Strength game, especially since she doesn't want to get her tight clothes all sweaty.

"Dayum gurl, what the hell you been eatin'?"

Suprised how much more strength Carol actually had than the rapper had given her credit for, Katrina finds herself backing up a little towards the ropes. Desperate and out of options, she would attempt to break the lock-up with a Toe Kick straight to Carol's midsection.