Karen Starring VS Aisha-A Voluptuous Collision !!!

Karen took her time maintaining the position, kicking out her injured leg to try and numb the pain. She finally had ahold of the nimble bitch, she thought, and she'd be damned if she was gonna let go easy.

She'd eventually give a hard pull on her opponents hair, before swinging her own massive head forward, trying to hit her opponent hard with a brutal headbutt. Sure, Aisha could punch and kick harder than the blonde amazon, but in a contest between who has the more solid head, Karen was positive she took the lead.

Aisha was thinking that Karen would pull her in for something big, like a slam or a powerbomb or whatever sort of big move this particular giant favored. Something she could counter.

Instead, she got a headbutt. A big, mean, nasty, skull-cracking headbutt.

”Guh!” Aisha’s legs immediately turned to jelly and she fell to a single knee, while the stars began to dance across her vision. It felt like someone clubbed her with a flesh-covered brick, and the impact left her dizzy.

A headbutt was always a risky tactic, even for a powerhouse like Karen. There was never going to be a way she could swing her head like a mace and come out unscathed. She'd bring her left hand up, almost slapping her forehead to stop the dizziness as her opponent fell to her knee.

Spotting yet another chance, she'd quickly try to throw both hands on either of Aisha's shoulders, before trying to force her quick foes head inbetween her legs. If all went as planned, she'd then wrap her arms around Aisha's waist from above, setting up to bring her so far infuriating foe up to a powerbomb position.

Okay, this was definitely not good, but Aisha had recovered from far worse. Karen was no Anesthesia, she was no Evil Rose, and she sure as hell wasn’t any Dixie Clemets. She was just another fresh wrestler with a lot of muscles and no idea what to do with them. Aisha had dealt with plenty of those in her day. She just had to get back to her, then-

”Huh?” She perked up as she felt Karen’s powerful hands on her shoulder, pulling her down between the tree trunks she called legs. Aisha instinctively tried to straighten up and lifted Karen over with a back body drop, but there was just one problem - she weighed too much. All she managed to do was hurt her back, as she tried to lift way more than she was capable of. ”Get your big ass off me!”

Her arms secure around Aisha's waist, Karen's eyes widened as she felt the nimble girl try to hoist her over the top of her, like a bag of potatoes. A reassuring smile came across her face however, when she realized her opponent simply didn't have that sort of core strength for it. Sure, Aisha was strong, but just not in the way she needed to be to hoist a woman as big as Karen.

Her arms wrapped, she prepared for that big hoist up, in order to get Aisha high in the air, ready for that powerbomb. It was then, that final straw came, in the form of yet another insult from her mouthy foe. The match had barely reached double digits in terms of number of minutes passed, and Karen had already lost count of the number of chest or fat insults. She was the definition of wrath.

Adjusting herself, she'd release Aisha's waist, instead standing straight. From there, she'd gently fall down to the mat, making sure to keep her arms outstretched to stop her big figure crashing down. From here, with Aisha's head still between her legs, she'd try and pour an enormous amount of pressure onto Aisha, trying to crush her in a headscissors. Sure, Karen preferred using her arms, and given Aisha's size it wouldn't take long for her to reach the ropes, but she'd damn well make those few seconds painful as hell.

Aisha braced herself, preparing  for what she expected to be a devastating powerbomb. Just going by Karen’s imposing frame, she had a lot of power to put behind it, and she certainly had the weight to really make it sink into the canvas. It would suck, no question, but she was confident she could ride the storm.

She breathed a sigh of relief when Karen went down instead of up, and it looked like the dreaded move wasn’t happening. That sigh was cut short when a pair of iron thighs clamped down on her neck with anaconda force, squeezing the life out of her.

Aisha gasped and thrashed around on the mat like a fish out of water, desperately clawing at Karen’s legs, trying in vain to pull them apart. It wasn't happening. The hold felt like a steel grip, growing tighter and tighter, making her feel like her head would pop.

Aisha realized her only chance was to get to the ropes. She squirmed around and kicked her legs out towards the nearest one, hoping that she was just close enough to hit it...

Laying on her side, Karen's hands simply went to the mat-holding her up so that she could focus on the power circulating her legs. She wasn't adapt at the scissors, and wouldn't use it as a go to submission, but all it took was a quick glance at a woman Karen's size to realize she didn't have to be practised to make the move hurt. Her thighs were frigging massive.

It didn't take long for Aisha's legs to reach the ropes-the two were still close since their altercation with the checked kick and headbutt. Karen would of course keep the hold locked on up to a safe 4 count, desiring not to be disqualified but at the same time, send Aisha a message-one that Karen was about to give the gobby fighter her just deserts.

She only had to endure the hold for four seconds after she reached the ropes, as Karen milked the hold for everything it was worth. It felt like four days, though, as the twin pythons slowly pushed her closer and closer to dreamland. There was no blood flow towards her brain, no air going to her lungs, and her body felt like it was rapidly shutting down. Karen was only seconds away from a knockout win, and Aisha wasn't sure her escape would ultimately be a good thing.

When the hold was finally released, Aisha immediately rolled under the bottom rope and collapsed on the floor outside, falling to her knees while she broke into a coughing fit. She could hear the referee starting a count above her while the crowd cheered for her to get back in, but she didn't pay either of them any mind - she needed to catch her breath before she even considered getting back in that ring with a living statue like Karen.

Karen merely checked her nails as her ridiculous legs did the work for her, finally making eye contact with the ref as she made the 4 count. Releasing immediately, she grew a evil smile as her opponent quickly made her way outside to the ring, falling to her knees. Karen would pull herself up to hers, hands on her legs, as she took a deep breath. The punishment she'd received in the match thus far was starting to truly fade, and she knew this was more than the perfect chance to take full command.

She'd try to follow her opponent outside, rolling out the bottom rope, she'd give a quick nudge on Aisha if she was given the chance, in order to stumble her foe as she prepared for another manoeuvre.

In and out, in and out. Aisha just focused on breathing and getting as much air into her lungs as possible as she rubbed her neck. She shook her head and winced, as she tried to come to terms with what had just happened. She knew Karen was strong, that much was obvious, but the power she'd felt in those legs had been nothing short of freakish. She'd have to play it a lot safer once she got back in the ring, stick to guerilla tactics and just whittle away at her. If she found herself between those legs again, it would be over. If Karen wanted it to be, anyway.

She'd just started to stand up when her cloudy eyes cleared enough for her to notice the shadow looming over her. She looked up just as Karen pushed her, forcing her to stumble back until her back hit the steel steps. She didn't move fast enough to hurt, but she was actutely aware of just how limited her space was.

Looking for an escape, she hurriedly tried to slide back into the ring under the bottom rope, crawling as fast as she could to make some space.