[Submission Match] Karina Northman vs Bashira Matsumoto

Match type: No DQ Submission Match
Victory Condition: Make your opponent tap out in a wrestling hold


The time had come to grace the arena with her presence. It might have sounded a bit on the cocky side, yet after such a lengthy hiatus, she was mostly just refusing matches right and left for returning matches, even from her lover Cecilia! This was mostly because she wanted to take her time, scanning the roster and looking at certain opponents she had never or rarely faced before but still had her wondering what would happen if she would step into the ring with them. There was one name on the list she had not seen in AFW before, yet the person was known to her. A long time ago when she was still traveling around for single gigs did she meet this woman and it went.. Quite horrible for Karina, but an experience that she still remembers today, where she aims to return the favor.

She stepped onto the stage, the crowd was rather deafening with cheers and a few boos here and there, clearly some did not take the route she was taking, from both denying juicy matches of her rivals to being on another federation like she was looking to ride out her fame somewhere else. In truth, she never cared for the crowd or fame and it wasn't going to happen now either. Every sound that came from the arena was mostly considered noise for her as she stepped down the ramp and headed towards the ring, rubbing the side of her neck while gazing out in front of her, mostly wondering how she was going to approach this fight since just going full strength was never wise against opponent's of equal or greater size.

She slipped herself under the bottom ropes, pushing further to the side so she could roll underneath them and push herself up onto her feet, doing one last strength before she would make her way to the very center of the ring and crossing her arms underneath her chest. This was going to be a great challenge, with many people wanting to see Karina both beat her opponent the old fashion way, or end up humiliated for trying. All in all, the idea of winning or losing has vastly outgrown her. She was once ashamed if she lost twice in a row, or overly confident when she won two in a row but after fighting the likes of Cecilia and Odessa for a while, it were all just numbers. She wanted to leave the ring in two ways. On her own feet and having a fight she will remember for the rest of the week, or being carried out knowing she gave her all.

She closed her eyes for the moment, thinking about such things almost felt nostalgic. When was the last time she actually stepped in this ring again? Perhaps way too long and she wasn't even sure if this was just going to be a one time thing or not. Either way, all that matter was the now... And right now she was waiting patiently for her opponent to arrive.

Someone as obstinate and pig-headed as Bashira doesn't typically abide by anyone else's rules aside from her own fictionally construed principles. She prefers marching to the beat of her own drum, even if it means marching over those with more courteous morals and pie-facing people out of her way. This boorish behavior includes outright ignoring the main office whenever they call her to propose matches that don't interest her in the slightest. As a matter of fact, arranging more marquee matches for her was precisely why she agreed to team up with that red-haired little troll who kept following her around the hallways of Friction. Bashira wasn't in the mood to steamroll over rooks left and right who couldn't tie her wrestling boots, enticing though that could be. Nah. Squashing power players and rearranging the faces of all these beauty pageant Barbie dolls they call wrestlers. THAT right there was how she intended to send a message throughout this federation.

And whaddya know? Good things do happen to bad people. At least that was how she thought the phrase went. Regardless, it was pretty fortunate that Bashira picked up the phone this time and was notified of a particular challenger waiting in the lurches. A veritable legend in the industry by today's standards, but someone Bashira knew from underground wrestling gigs and before she garnered her wrestling rock-star status. And who apparently still had some beef to quash with the Bear-Woman. She figured Karina would want a runback considering what went down during their match. One they she should be mighty lucky that there's no archived footage lurking of on the internet. Well...wasn't this an intriguing turn of events. Bash couldn't agree to the match quick enough considering she'd get to be reacquainted with an old wrestling chum of hers, one she intends to acutely remind as to who's had her number since day one. No matter how much of wrestling super snot she is.

Karina's attention went to the grand stage where her opponent's entrance was blasting off. Eyes narrowed, fixated upon the figure that soon took that stage and made her way towards the ring. While she had beaten Karina before, if there was one thing Karina was always known for was that she was never intimidated or scared for a rematch, heck she reveled at the opportunity to dominate, whether Bashira was prepared for it or not. She didn't plan any cheap attacks either, letting the woman enter the ring without any difficulty and soon she was up on Karina's face to taunt her.

She arched a brow, though soon she pressed right into Bashira, going for her usual approach of the chest to chest bulging press, though her focus was mostly upon the woman's face. " Mh, keeping track on where I am going? Anyway, this is a one time thing for me. I don't always visit old federations for the sake of one person but I ain't leaving until I have you face buried in the canvas, that's for sure. ""

She would take a single step back, allowing the woman to prepare herself for the match to start while Karina would do the same, rolling her shoulders a few times, rousing her body and bouncing a few times off her feet, her breasts bouncing along with her.

Considering Bashira's personal preference towards shacking up in apartments over home ownership, her experience dealing with the Japanese real estate market was bordering on zilch. For some reason she just felt more comfortable when paying rent to an obnoxious landlord hollering about it from across the hallway. Although it was times like these that made her snidely realize that sometimes she gets to live rent free in people's heads, especially in the psyches of those whom she downright humbles in the wrestling ring. Bashira actually takes great personal and professional pride in knowing that fallen adversaries probably wake up in shivering cold sweats over how traumatizing it was experiencing the unstoppable wrath of The Grizzly Magnum.

"Sheet, ya sure know how to make a girl feel special. Although I guess that means you ain't leavin than, huh? S'fine by me if you wanna relive bein' outright schooled and punked out by yours truly all over again. Let's see if The Behemoth can hang with The Bear this time..." Bashira maliciously remarked while backpedaling a step as well, adjusting her gloves while rotating her head from shoulder to shoulder to get the kinks out. Spying the referee by their side who'd take a step back and signal for the bell...although the instant his arm raised and the bell chimed off in the distance, Bashira would stampede straight ahead with every intention of bulldozing right into Karina with a shoulder tackle packing three hundred pounds of muscled ursine mass behind it.

" I'll make you feel special already.. Once I change that smug face into one that only whines for mercy.. " She would hiss back at Bashira, her eyes narrowed into a intense glare as she took her steps back and away from Bashira, with the referee getting ready to start things off, she knew it would be suicidal if she went in full force without a plan to topple the big woman. Karina was stubborn but not that stuborn after all.

She didn't even need to be the one to do it either, Bashira came charging in like she wanted a piece of Karina right from the get go, rushing the long haired beauty and making Karina act quickly! She didn't even trying to catch or guard herself from Bashira's stampede. Instead she would duck even lower and lunged, going for a very, very low spear that was aimed directly below those knee caps, like she wanted to football tackle the woman to the ground but avoiding Bashira's intense rage at the same time!

Bashira felt kudos were earned from her earlier metaphor about The Bear vs. The Behemoth phrase. Few and far between were the instances where she could legit say she thought of something clever and made usage of her head that didn't involve banging it against her adversaries own noggin. It was a shame that Karina here didn't possess the vast intellect that Bashira possessed, otherwise she would have been smart enough not to start a fight she ain't gonna be conscious enough to finish. S'alright though. She had a method for quashing beefs against vengeance seeking pissants...which is ironically enough how she handled everyone else who steps into the ring against her.

This all meant that now she was finished flexing her mental muscles, and it's about time she started flexing her physical ones. The Rampaging Bear Woman hauling ass when it came around to the match's inception, fully intent on shoulder tackling Karina out of her socks and deliberately timed for the second the bell rang to deter any objections from the referee. Except that her challenger saw Bashira's underhanded ploy coming miles away and derailed the Bashira Express by going for a swift tackle against her kneecap. A snarling scowl on Bash's face as she began taking a few limping steps towards the adjacent ring ropes, leveraging herself against them with a massaging clutch onto her leg.

Karina knew better than to attack head on against this type of opponent. She went in low and aimed for the legs, hoping that it would be enough to send Bashira down to the floor so she could take things to the ground early, a place where she could keep the woman down and then find a way to weaken her to the point where they were more evenly matched. She managed to avoid the damage.. But it was not enough to actually bring Bashira down.

The woman remained on her feet, showing that Karina's lower assault did not phase her from her foundation, which was more than enough Karina needed to know that she needed to get away from Bashira again, at the very least let that foot go so she could roll away from her opponent and get back up. If she couldn't bring her down that way, then perhaps now would be a perfect time for her own charge, aiming to get back up quickly, at the very least onto one knee before she would sprint right back and go low again, this time aiming to spear herself right into Bashira in hopes of taking her down that way.

When you've been cracking skulls in this business for as long as Bashira has, you start to build up a certain degree of fortitude to the more commonplace strategies wrestlers bring to the table when squaring off with you. And the Bear-Woman would be damned if attempting to topple her off her feet wasn't the most aggravating and frequent tactic her adversaries employed when matched up against her. Hit and run assaults aimed below the belt and intended towards robbing Bashira of her verticality, all because they rightfully saw stepping toe-to-toe with a massive behemoth of a powerhouse as a textbook blueprint of a bad idea.

Bash sported an irritated grimace from the spiked twangs of pain in her knee from getting shouldered tackled from behind of that leg, a little more strength poured into it indeed perhaps capsizing the rotund brawler off of her feet. But for now she remained upright and in a sour temperament as she noticed Karina ducked low with feral intensity in her eyes. Except a readied Bashira would receive the spear sunken against her massive gut, but remained straight up thanks to steadied footing behind her. Karina's head snatched into a front headlock with torqued strength to Bash's chubby arm and other grip on her waist, before attempting to heave her up into a spiked DDT.

Her target was clear, knowing that she couldn't really attack Bashira full frontal without some sort of plan ready. Karina was stubborn but even she knew that if she went at it like her usual fight happy self she would not win her bouts against a woman double her size! She still went for her trademark attack though, something she often used to topple giants straight off their feet and to turn that gut inside out!

She managed to hit her target cleanly.. But it was not enough! She slammed into Bashira with savage conviction, with that full intent to bring them both to the ground but with Karina of a then breathless Bashira.. But the woman remained on her feet and took Karina's spear like a champ. Before Karina could move away though, she was captured, her head first ending up against the side of the woman's body before being forced clean off her own feet instead, brought right down with unforgiving strength! She hit the canvas head first, almost knocking her clean out!

She remained on her stomach, her head pretty rattled after that but right now the only thing she could think of was that damn headache that was rapidly growing rather that the big woman she had just tried to take down.

Although freakish strength may have been a hallmark trait of Karina's, unyielding stability was unfortunately one of the cornerstones of Bashira's grappling repertoire. Old adversaries of hers claiming in interviews that marble statues felt easier to bowl over than the Bear-Woman. Karina's spear attempt ultimately answering the classic paradox of what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object, at least in a wrestling environment. The conclusion perhaps dawning on Karina herself in the seconds before she was brutally crowned onto the ring canvas with Bash clambering up to her feet afterward. Shielding her rotund gut with an arm and obviously winded from the spear, but clearly the victor when it came to that particular clash.

"Tch...Bad move, cupcake. I'd say right about now yer realizin I ain't like all these other milquetoast barbie dolls yer used tah..." Bashira snarled out before stepping over the grounded Northman, who'd become even moreso upon Bashira sitting herself down upon Karina's unfortunate spine. The massive weight of a blubbery boulder weighing her adversary down soon becoming the least of her issues as Bashira proceeded to affix both of Karina arms over her knees. A camel clutch applied with Karina's voluptuous breasts on heaving display, but with the Bear-Woman tacking on extra layers of aggravation by mushing her adversaries' lips into a kissed pucker and using her index fingers to hook the corners of lips into an unwilling smile. "Aww, lookit wittle Karina, thinkin she's a big tough fighter now~..."