Karisma Zahin Vs. Taylor Parker

Standard Match
Winning Conditions: Pinfall, Submission or Knockout

Karisma stood backstage as she adjusted her outfit in front of a mirror. "Absolutely wonderful." She said with a smile. "Truly you are the shining Jewel of this land." She turned her head and listened as her [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o3I5NosQk3Y:2crsrnly]entrance music[/url:2crsrnly] began to play. The lights darkened and a spotlight shown down on the entrance. Karisma stepped out and watched as sliver glitter fell from the sky, making it look like she was being bathed in diamonds as fireworks went off on either side of her. The crowd cheered the spectacle but Karisma frowned secretly as she did a sultry dance. "But they do not worship me." She whispered to herself as she began to slide down the entrance ramp. She was feeling good. She had beaten tougher than who she was facing. and she did not think a little bit of ring rust would matter against someone of Taylor's lacking calibur. She trained while she was on hiatus anyway. That would certainly be good enough.

She got to the ring and did another stretching dance. She was fluid with her motions and her outfit was a dazzling accompaniment. Her shoulders and back were exposed with the strapped tight-fitting purplish red bustier/halter top like garment she wore. She also wore unattached sleeves that were flared at the ends. Underneath there was a skirt like dress that swished when she moved. As she continued to dance, she peeled off the sleeves and the skirt, leaving her long, deep brown colored legs showing off for the crowd as she now looked dressed more in a traditional wrestler's attire. She knew she would need as much freedom of movement as possible as she turned and stepped back to the turnbuckle and stepped up on the middle buckle and struck an elegant pose as she waited for Taylor.

Taylor bounced lightly on her feet and shook the tension out of her arms while she waited for her cue. In the last 8 months, she'd lost four matches, not counting her boxing match with Akashi that went up in smoke thanks to a couple psycho bitches. In those 8 months, her self doubt had galvanized and turned into grim, brutal resolve. Her anger and resentment and bitterness combined and focused her. Her training had been great, she felt like since being fully recovered from her injury she'd reached a new level both physically and with her skills. She couldn't wait to show both to Karisma.

She burst onto the entrance ramp as[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTZPt9nNlRI:2sx5v8m4]her music[/url:2sx5v8m4] blasted in the arena. She clenched her fists and let out an amped up scream on her way to the front of the ramp where she planted her feet wide apart and threw one hand in the air with a toss of her bright blue hair, her hips cocked to one side. The crowd cheered and she flashed them a killer smile and a wink before taking off down the ramp.

She was dressed in white, with white sneakers and kick pads with a the word "BRAT" in blue letters up the side of her right pad. Her white knee pads had a faint blue flame design lining around the very edges. Her short white pleated miniskirt barely covered her butt and showed her taut, sleek thighs. A chrome studded belt was loose over her hips. Her white spandex shirt had sleeves to just past her elbows was cropped to just below her modest bust, and showed off her toned midsection. Glittering gold embellishments lined the outside of her bust and a bright blue grinning skull and crossbones with a bow on top adorned the front, just right of center. Her hair was in pigtails, her bangs nearly covered one eye. Her wrists were loaded with random brightly colored plastic bracelets and one wide leather one, and she wore a pair of black fingerless gloves. She looked like some sort of punk angel. She meant to take attention away from Karisma.

She covered the distance to the ring in mere seconds, slid inside and moved to the middle where she threw a fist in the air for the crowd. She motioned with her other hand for the crowd to make some more noise, and she quickly had them nearly drowning out her music. She turned to look at Karisma and gave her a lopsided grin and a wink. If she wanted to play to the crowd, Taylor would fight her there too.

Karisma closed her eyes as she heard the music. The crowd roared. Much louder than they had when Karisma had entered. The dark skinned goddess remained in her pose with her back turned to Taylor the entire time. She remained statuesque until the music and crowd settled down. She turned around and saw Taylor's playful look and smiled coyly tot he girl. "A comet screams loudly and shines brightly as it sails through the sky. But it is a truly fleeting thing. Accept praise from a brightly shining star. It is the only you will ever receive.

Karisma stepped forward and looked over Taylor. "Awash in fool's gold." She said. "And like the rest of you, your outfit serves only to hide a dull, ugly rock that is worthless in the eyes of everyone save those who cannot understand true beauty." Karisma lifted her head and tilted it in a very peackockish manner. Once she was done posing, she then got into her fighting stance, holding her fists up. "Come on then. I am eager to bring your ugliness to a whole new level of transparency."

Taylor put a hand on her hip and raised her eyebrows at Karisma as if she was totally out of her mind. She felt like she only understood about one out of every three words that came out of her mouth, but that was still enough to get that she was being insulted.

"A'right, call me ugly one more time, Count Olaf, watch what happens." She said. As soon as the word "ugly" came out of the Indian girl's mouth, Taylor launched herself at her, giving her no time to even finish her sentence. She pulled her right fist back and dived at her, and sent her fist flying at Karisma's mouth. That should shut her up.

Karisma felt Taylor's punch snap into her jaw. Karisma fell back and touched her face and narrowed her eyes at Taylor. "How dare you!" The Indian Jewel shouted as she launched herself right back at Taylor, launching a fist of her own at Taylor's face as the bell clanged in the background to officially start the match. Normally Karisma was much more composed but she couldn't even fathom the kind of disrespect that Taylor had shown her just now.

Taylor couldn't help but smirk knowing that she'd already taken away Karisma's composure. She loved it when people were too pissed to think straight. She couldn't get enough of it.

The best part is that it made them really predictable. Taylor nimbly slipped to the outside of Karisma's punch, ducked around and came up behind her where she quickly wrapped her arms around her in a tight waist lock. She kept her weight low and gave the Indian a squeeze.

"You smell like a mall jewelery store." She said in Karisma's ear.

Karisma definitely wasn't used to be thrown off her game. The blue haired girl wasn't even particularly annoying beyond the usual plebeian insults that came from jealous, insecure little girls. But the audacity of Taylor thinking she could get away with touching, let alone punching Karisma's glorious face was beyond infurating.

When Karisma threw her her punch, she growled at Taylor in frustration as she stumbled only to have Taylor dip behind and put her in the waist lock. Karisma clenched her teeth as Taylor continued to taunt her. "I wouldn't know. I've never seen one of those in my life. You must be quite familiar with it." Kaisma smirked. She threw an elbow backwards that accomplished little before she grabbed Taylor's wrists and tried to swing them around and force Taylor back against the ropes.

Taylor stumbled to keep her footing as she was pushed around by the bigger girl, and she rapidly backpedaled until she sank into the ropes with Karisma's back pressing against her. She used the little bit of space created when the two rebounded a little to hop up and quickly wrap her legs around the Indian girl's waist.

She rubbed her forehead vigorously against the back of Karisma's head, in a goofy attempt to mess up her hair. The ref made her way over to them and demanded a clean break, and went so far as to start counting. Refs thought they could get whatever they wanted by counting to five. Either way, Taylor was content to rest against the ropes with Karisma wearing her like a backpack.

"Leggo my hands." She said. "What, are you scared I'll hit you again? Tell you what, next time I won't use my hands."

Karisma smirked as she pushed herself and Taylor against the ropes. She felt the girl leap up and wrap her legs around her, putting some weight on her but not doing too much aside from keeping her pressed against the ropes. The ref began to count and Taylor annoyingly rubbed her face against Karisma's silky hair.

Karisma narrowed her eyes as the ref threatened to DQ them and Taylor started taunting. "Shut your dirty mouth." Karisma said and took a step forward. "The Indian woman spun around and threw herself backwards, hoping to slam Taylor into the ground and jar her free from her so she could roll out of the way and hop back up to her feet.

"Do you think I would need to use my hands to beat you either? Preposterous."

Thanks to Taylor's time spent with Akashi, in training and in their spare time, Taylor was, if nothing else, a veteran of situations in which bigger girls tried to squish her.

It was almost inevitable that Taylor ended up on Akashi's back when they tussled, and Akashi infallibly would throw herself back and land on Taylor, nearly killing her every time with her considerable bulk. She eventually learned to anticipate that when she found herself in those non-consensual piggy back ride situations. But they always thought they were so smart. With the squishing.

She braced herself, and waited to see if Karisma would lower herself to her level by flinging herself onto the mat. Just before she did, Taylor nimbly hopped off, letting Karisma flop onto her back for no apparent reason.

She laughed. "Need a hand?" She figured that giving her time to appreciate her embarrassment would do more good now than if she pressed the attack.