Karisma Zahin Vs. Taylor Parker

Karisma was going to mock Taylor, but she wasn't going to stupidly let the girl recover. When Taylor was up and startign to back away, Karisma ran at the blue haired girl. When she thought she had a good closing distance, she went low and tried to catch Taylor off guard with a drop toe hold.

Taylor backed up and tried to recover her balance in time to defend herself against the incoming Karisma, but she wasn't at all expecting her to go for her feet. She tried to hop out of the hold before Karisma could trip her, but didn't quite make it. She lost her balance and went stumbling across the ring until she crashed into the ropes and ended up on her butt.

She shook her head. She just needed to get her brain back up and running, so she could get her balance and stuff. At least Karisma didn't seem like a heavy hitter, despite her size advantage. She was too dainty for that, though the massive ache in Taylor's head strongly disagreed.

She hooked an arm over the top rope and pulled herself back up. "Your hair's messed up." She said. "It looks like a giant bird's nest. And you look fat." She put up her fists and motioned for Karisma to come after her.

Karisma watched Taylor squirrel away from her as the Indian Jewel tried to keep a lock on her. She had to admit that Taylor was quite slippery. Good at running away. Karisma stood up and smiled at Taylor as she spoke. Wider than usual. "Your mouth flaps like the dull, mottled wings of a moth, uselessly trying to flap towards a brilliant illumination... despite knowing it can only look away or be burned by it, nothing more." Karisma put up her fists as well. She bounced on her hips, back and forth before running at Taylor with her head down, but her eyes locked on Taylor. When she was in reach, and had good position, she stopped and threw a straight kick upwards, hoping to catch Taylor right on the chin.

"Oh, my god, that's some super good trash talk. I'm so upset right now." Taylor said sarcastically.

Karisma came charging in again, which was great. Since Taylor's back was right against the ropes, all she had to do was time it just right...

She waited until Karisma was close enough and had started to throw her kick, and then quickly hopped one step to the side, avoiding a collision with her incoming opponent by less than an inch. From there, her momentum and the ropes would hopefully take care of everything, and all she had to do was be ready to laugh at the result.

Maybe she could even get the prissy little princess to quit without even having to hurt her that much. Maybe she could earn a tapout due to utter humiliation.

Karisma flicked her toe upward and watched As Taylor moved to the side, avoiding the pendulous swing of her kick. Karisma's eyes sparkled as she threw her body backwards, bending her back and turning the kick into a graceful handstand. She landed back on her feet, some distance away from Taylor and smiled, lifting her hands up in a fighting stance.

"A shame. I was hoping to put you out. Still, you did get to witness my astonishing grace. It is pointless for you to even continue when you're up against such an elegant swan." Karisma mused, puffing out her chest a bit like a preening peacock.

Taylor was ready for more, but she was struck speechless by Karisma's baffling trash talk. Her mouth hung open for a moment and she looked at the crowd to see if they were as confused as she was.

"You're calling yourself a swan, like, that's supposed to be cool?"

She shook her head and took a couple steps out from the ropes. She fixed her eyes on Karisma and skipped a few steps around her before diving in at her with her hands up, hoping to clinch with her before the super graceful swan could do some super swan kung fu or something.

Karisma kept her eyes fixed on Taylor when the two locked glances. She was ready now that she had done quite well in showing Taylor what she was made of, Karisma was looking forward to finishing the job. As Taylor spoke, Karisma swayed. She didn't want the blue haired girl to cry about being beaten with Karisma's flashy style. She'd have to get a little gritter and pound the punk's face in until she couldn't open that mouth of her's up. Taylor came in and Karisma turned her body and threw up her arms as the two locked up. She put pressure on Taylor to try and drive her back but she wasn't above laying off the verbal warfare either.

"Compared to a duckling..." Karisma said quickly. "And your mouth hangs open like a fish's. Done out of necessity...and insecurity, no doubt." Karisma said in a low tone. "But having to be in the ring with me would make any girl feel ugly by comparison."

Taylor had had just about enough of Karisma's ego. It was way worse than the one lucky kick she landed, which itself only inflated her already bloated ego even more.

Still, while Taylor was holding her own Karisma was unavoidably larger and she wasn't going to be just ragdolling her around anytime soon, even though Taylor would bet that pound for pound she was stronger.

"You should check the mirror, sweetie-pie." She retorted, and took a step back and yanked Karisma toward her into a headbutt to the middle of her face.

Karisma narrowed her eyes as Taylor spoke. She could feel her muscles straining and felt good. She was certain she could force Taylor backwards and once she established that sort of control, she would definitely make this girl pay. Her eyes even lit up as Taylor pulled back, thinking she had gotten a good push to really drive the blue haired punk back.

That was until Taylor stopped and threw her head forward and slammed it into Karisma's face. The dark skinned beauty let out a grunt as her grip loosened considerably on Taylor's arms and she stumbled, dazed by the sharp slam.

Smashing her aching head into the Indian's obnoxious face felt way better than it should've. Taylor sneered, and turned around to put her back against Karisma's front, and reached up over her shoulder to wrap her hand around behind her opponent's head. She kicked her hips out into her and yanked her head down to pull her head over heels over her shoulder and toss her onto the mat.

"Was thaaat behhhh-tter?" She taunted.