The Musical Showdown! Carol vs Katrina

You bet it! The crowd boo'd at Katrina as she applied the boston crab to the cute rockstar, who did her best to try and free herself from her opponent's hold, with no luck. After a few seconds, Carol'd choose to try and reach the ropes again, trying to get another ropebreak. But until that, she'd suffer like hell as her leg was pulled up and back by the black rapper. "Hell... let go of me~!" She yelled at her as she looked at her opponent's back over her shoulder and bit her bottom lip to keep herself from screaming.

Boo! Boo, Katrina! Boooooooo!

"Shut yo azz up!"

Katrina spits back at one, fat, nerdy looking AWF fan in the front row, who stood up from his seat just to boo her.

Boooooooo BIIIITCH! BOOOOOOO!

The fans constant lack of any support was reaching new levels now. So much that Katrina was starting to lose her cool.

"Aye you know what!?"

Katrina release her boston crab, walks over to the ropes and points at the booing fans.

"Fuck yall dumbazzes!/
Jealous dat yo favorite lil chick Carol gettin' her ass kicked!/
I'm a dangerous ho, yall aint know?/
Not even when yo own bitch layin down on da flo'?/

Katrina continues to battle the costant WAVE OF HATE being thrown from the fans with her SUPERIOR RAP SKILLZ, completely unaware that Carol is still in the ring.

Carol felt really glad to have such a large amount of fans. Her legs dropped to the mat and she took a few seconds to rest a little, trying to overcome the pain in her legs. "Thaank you all..." She thought as she planted her hands on the ground and started standing up slowly, trying not to call Katrina's attention. The crowd kept booing at the black rapper, not only because they wanted to help Carol a little, but because the bigger woman's music was making them want to rip their earlobes off their heads.

If Katrina somehow didnt notice Carol was on her feet, the rockstar would head to one of the turnbuckles and climb on top of it, turning around as she remained in a crouching position before whistling at Katrina, trying to make her turn around and see where she was.

Katrina and the fans were REALLY having an instense bout of words until suddenly, her ears twitched to a faint sound. Quickly, Katrina spun around to find Carol sitting ontop of the ropes!

Katrain rose one eyebrow and looked at the girl funny.

"The hell you think you doin'?"

Even though her body was small and pretty delicate, her legs were really strong, or at least strong enough to let her jump from where she was to where her opponent was without much of a trouble. Just a moment after Katrina asked that, the rockstar leapt off the corner and towards the black woman, aiming her feet right at her face, without even bothering in answering her with words. She hoped that dropkick was enough of an answer for Katrina. "Hyaaaah~!"

Whistling to the rapper before Carol jumped CLEARLY wasn't the smart thing to do considering that she wanted such an obvious move to connect. So, Katrina simply stepped out of the way with a look of disappointment on her face.

"Tsk tsk tsk....dumb ass ho'/
Jumpin' from da rope jus' to be layin' on da flo'!/

You could imagine the crowd's reaction when they'd see Carol fail to pull that shit off!

The rockstar felt like a goof when she analyzed what had gone wrong. Why in hell did she have to whistle? Anyway, it was too late now. Carol hit the mat strongly, grunting as she did, and remaining on the ground for a little while before slowly rolling over and starting to climb back to her feet. That of course, if Katrina didnt do anything to her while she was down. Some people in the crowd slapped their forehead, others just let out a sigh and a few started leaving. If things continued like, the outcome could not be very nice for them.

(LMAO at people actually leaving the stadium when Carol failed her dropkick! TOO funny! LOL)

Well....being that Katrina was born and rasied from DA GHETTO, and seeing that her opponent was down on the ground before her, Katrina might as well deliver DA BEATDOWN while she still can. Besides, people from the ghetto are ruthless, no good bastards who took advantage of every oppurtunity they saw coming....ryte?

Before Carol could get up, Katrina takes a few steps back, rushes foward and would try to deliver a big-ass, GANGSTA KICK straight to Carol's head, ghetto hood rat style!

Carol didnt have the chance to recover as Katrina kicked her skull so strong it could have knocked any normal person out immediatly. But being a wrestler and having some training kept the rockstar from pass out. Instead, she'd get a good bump on the side of her head. She rolled over onto her stomach as she held her head tightly with both hands, rubbing the spot and crying softly. Hell, now that was a kick. The little kawaii kicked her feet on the mat wildly, leaving herself open for more if Katrina wanted to take advantage of this opportunity. "Aw Aw Awww!!!" She screamed, feeling a lot of pain.

"Yeah! Eat dat, hoe!"

Katrina spits down at Carol with angry venom trying her best to ignore the flickering camera lights from the millions of people.

"Aye! Aye! Put that camera away dammit! My eyes hurt!/
You could take pictures, but this rockin bitch gon' hafta die first!/
Dayum, this chick, Carol! I can't stand it!/
Time to wrap this trick up like a Bandage!/"

Katrina boasts her frustration at her enemy while she would attempt to hook her legs up in yet another Boston crab, hoping that the rocker never had a decent enough him to recover from her head kick.