The Musical Showdown! Carol vs Katrina

Carol was probably distracted before, but by the time the black woman had finished her little rap, she was feeling just fine. That's the problem with rap, see? You waste your time just to say nonsenses. Now because of that, Katrina wouldnt be able to put the rockstar in the boston crab. Why? Because a second before she tries to grab her legs, Carol would quickly roll over and launch a double kick straight for her opponent's face. "Hah!" Even if it didnt connect, it'll keep her safe from the boston crab... for now at least.

BAM!!!

Carol's kick shoved so far up into her face, the impact itself caused her to comically tumble a few feet away from the rocker. Feeling like a wrecking ball had just hit her, Katrina would rise on one knee and spend a few moments trying to clear the swirling dots before her eyes.

"Dayum...bitch kicked me!!!"

It was more than just an obvious statement. Katrina sounded more like as if being kicked was THE WORST thing to happen to her.

"I can't beleeeeve this BIIIITCH kicked meeeee!"

Back in Da Hood, where girls would settle thier disuptes in fist fights, there was an unwritten rule made about Kicking....There was NO kicking allowed! Which was funny being how Katrina kicked Carol first not too long ago.

"Imma KIIIIIILL DIS BITCH!"

Her nostrils flared and puffed out hot steam. Like an angry bull, Katrina tries to rise to her feet and prepare to run at the rocker at full force.

Carol took her time to recover, slowly climbing up to her feet. A few fans that were just about to leave turned to see what was happening in the ring, but then they just thought something like 'Aaah, she's gonna lose anyway.' and left the place. The rockstar was happy that there were still some people that believed in her, so she decided to do her best to win.

However, Katrina didnt seem willing to make it easy for her. Carol noticed her opponent running at her and assumed a defensive stance, waiting to know what she was planning to do so she could try and counter, instead of simply dodging.

"Fuck!"

Katrina misjudged her step and falls over. Sorry! You know how ghetto rats are; clumsy as fuck. At any rate, Carol now has a chance to go in for Da Attack!

Carol let out a disappointed sigh and sweatdropped as she saw her opponent fall to the ground. Oh well, better for her. The rockstar wouldnt waste this chance. She headed straight for her corner, where she left her guitar when the match began. Considering how much everybody wanted to make Katrina stop rapping -including the referee-, she was pretty sure they wouldnt mind her way to leave the other girl on Da Floor! (Did it right? o_o)

(LMAO!!! Da Floor! That's good!)


It looked like Carol wasn't going to make her attack despite Katrina's folly. The rapper tries to get up, but it looks like something was wrong.

"Ah, dayum! My ankle! It hurts!"

A minute has passed...and still Carol refused to budge from her corner it seemed.

"Shit, my plan didn't work!"

The black girl cursed under her clenched teeth. Katrina rose to her feet, brushed off the dust from her expensive looking wrestling attire and swatted the strands of hair from her face, wearing a cocky smile as she did so.

"Okay, so you're smarter than ya look, so what?/
You still ain't gon' win cuz imma beat yo butt!/"

Carol could have given Katrina some time to recover, but noooo! She had to rap again. Growling lowly, the rockstar stepped away from her corner, wielding her black w/ white details guitar, advancing towards her opponent, determined to put an end to this musical hell.

"I think I told you... To SHUT THE FUCK UP!" She'd say as she lifted her guitar up above her head, preparing to perform her finisher, the End of the Show! That of course, if the rapper didnt do anything to avoid it.

"Yiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiipe!!!!"

With her eyes flying open like window shades at the very sight of Carol's huge guitar, Katrina's rough and tough demeanor had been quickly reduced to that of a scared lil pussy in a matter of seconds.

Like a lil punk bitch, Katrina attempts to get on her knees and cover her head, hoping that would be enough to protect herself from the blow.

Or will it? I have NO clue.

Even if Carol was a kawaii, that didnt mean she didnt have some power behind her moves. Katrina would find that out as soon as the guitar smashes her hands and part of her head. "Haaaah!" She screamed as she performed the finisher, putting all of her strength in that blow to make it as lethal as she could. She couldnt tell if it'd be strong enough to knock the crap out of the black woman, but at least she was doing all she could.

*KABONG!!!!*

A white light exploded infront of Katrina's eyes. The stadium lights...the many, many faces of the cheering fans...everything suddenly seemed to be moving in a slow, blurring pace. Was she in heaven? Could it be, that she had finally found Thug's Mansion?

Nope!

The diva was still in the very ring. Only this time, her head lies on the mat with the rest of her body motionless. No more rapping...no more bling-blinging. Only nap-time exists in Katrina's now empty universe, now.