Karisma Zahin Vs. Taylor Parker

"Yes... always..." Karisma said, though there was a clear, half heartedness to it. The Indian Jewel had been drained of her shine for a while and as Taylor gripped her waist, all she could do is grab Taylor's wrists and weakly try and pull them apart. But even if she had been able to, she was already in the air and shut her eyes as her head was slammed into the mat, almost blacking her out as she was folded in half, bending her injured spin neatly the other way. As she groaned, she barely moved. She felt like even trying to stand up would cause her immense pain and she wondered if she would even be able to walk back out of the arena once this match was over. And now, after the punishment she had taken, she really hoped it was soon.

Taylor scowled as she sat up. She hated this bitch. She wanted to break her, so that even if she didn't admit it, she'd know who was better. She felt like everyone was looking down on her, all the time. No one gave her the respect she deserved, so she was just going to have to start taking it.

"A'right, well, you can tell the nurses all about it in a little while." Taylor said.

She shoved Karisma over onto her stomach and laid across her upper back. She pushed one of her arms down and trapped it securely between her thighs, and then laced her fingers across her face again, purposely covering her nose and mouth. She wound up and then yanked back as violently as she could on Karisma's head, bending her neck back sharply at a terrible angle.

"Look, everybody! This chick is so awesome she doesn't even have to win to be better than me!" Taylor shouted for the crowd. "Let's see how awesome she is laid up in a hospital bed for a week!"

Karisma was putty in Taylor's hands as she was rolled onto her stomach groaning. How could she lose to this girl? She had beaten better girls already. As Taylor grabbed hold of her arm and pulled her into position, Karisma's thoughts blazed away. Taylor knew nothing about her or why she was here fighting, where she had come from or anything at all. Karisma had to earn what she had through blood, sweat and tears. Losing to someone like Taylor, to the Indian Jewel it might mean that she may never be able to return to where she had come from. That thought was more frightening than anything Taylor had done to her.

But as Taylor applied the hold, Karisma's hand was already pounding in the mat before it was barely secured. She tapped out hard and fast, not wanting any more humiliation. She had been bested but she was sure that it wasn't by a superior specimen.

Taylor cranked back on Karisma's neck and was set to keep the hold locked in for a long, long time. She wanted to cause some damage, and give Karisma a reminder of what happened to her, so she wouldn't be so sure about being better than everyone.

But then the ref called for the bell, and the match was over. She was surprised by how quickly she'd submitted, and a little disappointed, but holding on after the match was over would be was too scummy of a thing to do, so Taylor immediately let go. She set Karisma's head gently down on the mat and patted her lovingly.

"There, there." She said. "Don't be sad."

She sprung to her feet, and threw her arms up in the air triumphantly, and let out a feral scream. She ran to the corner and leapt up to the second rope to pose for the crowd. When she hopped down, she remembered the pain in her knee. With the match over and the adrenaline waning, the pain was becoming more apparent. She didn't even mind, it was just a reminder to her of how she won, and it made her think of her next match.

"I'm coming after you next, Akashi!" She shouted at the nearest camera. "You're just going to be a fatter, weepier version of this jerk!" She jerked her thumb at the prone Karisma, and then flashed a big, bright grin.