Karen Starring VS Aisha-A Voluptuous Collision !!!

As Karen rolled out, she took a second to view her handiwork-handiwork that having her pair of legs around an opponent for even seconds can near snap them. She didn't spend too long admiring her work, before giving Aisha a hefty nudge with her foot to try and unbalance her. She'd smile again as she did so, her previously cocky foe now panting and unnerved.

As Aisha made the dash for safety, Karen would lunge in, trying to grab a leg as she tried to scurry away like a coward.

"No you don't.." she mutters. If she can establish a firm grip on her opponents leg, she'll give it a hard slam straight into the bottom part of the ringpost, trying to fully remove her opponents manoeuvrability altogether.

Okay, this was good. Aisha would go back in the ring, get the high ground, then kick Karen when she tried to roll in after her and take control again. Or maybe she'd just roll out again, reset the count, then hop outside again and continue catching her breath and recovering. Either idea appealed, really.

She'd almost made it all the way back inside when she felt a powerful grip on her leg, pulling her back. She didn't even bother to look back, knowing full well what was about to happen, and instead she focused all her time and energy to crawling away, scrambling to get free.

It didn't work.

"Shit!" She screamed as the side of her knee hit the ring post, sending pain up and down her leg in waves, rattling the bones. Numbness followed soon after, and it was all Aisha could do just to frantically scoot back, desperately trying to pull her leg free of Karen's dominating grasp. She wildly kicked at Karen with her good leg, attempting to make her back off just for a second. She'd take whatever she could get, at this point.

A sadistic smile came on Karen's face, as the ringpost almost rung like a bell when Aisha's leg hit it. It wouldn't cause bone breaking damage, but she knew that Aisha would be stumbling for a bit. And not even to mention that the chances of her performing a powerful kick with that leg, were about as high as Karen performing luchadore moves.

Releasing Aisha's leg as she kicked like a wild horse, Karen took a step back, once again admiring her handiwork as her opponent scrambled away. She'd soon follow, rolling under the ropes, she'd quickly try to stand up, determined to catch her foe, who now seemed like easy pray.

There had to be some way to get back from this, AIsha was sure of it. As she crawled away after Karen released her, she tried to think of what that way was. Standing up was going to be a tough enough task with her leg hurting like this, much less having an actual fight. Her mobility was her best weapon against this mammoth of a woman, and now her speed was cut clean in half.

It was all she could do to grab the ropes and start pulling herself off, shakily getting to her feet. It was slow, slow going for a second, and when she did make it up, she put too much pressure on her bad leg and had to stumbe into the nearest corner. She rested her chest against the turnbuckle as she hissed, tried her best to push the pain out of her mind.

Compared to Aisha, Karen was moving like a speedster, rolling under the ropes and getting to her knees, using the ropes to pull herself standing whilst she just watched her stumbling foe. To Karen, this situation was ideal. Even leaning forward for those big punches would surely hurt Aisha's leg, she thought to herself.

Walking slowly up behind her foe, she'd try to hook her arms around her for a weak sleeper, intending to drag her foe into the ring. She wasn't outright choking her opponent, she was just using the manoeuvre to move her opponent-to set her up for a move Karen thought deserving for someone as mouthy as Aisha.

Aisha went into panic mode when she felt Karen’s bulging arms wrap around her throat, thinking the musclebound monster was about to choke her into unconsciousness. Luckily - if you could really use a word like that in this instance - no such thing happened. It was tight, but nowhere near as tight as she knew a woman like Karen was capable of making it. Not that Aisha was complaining.

Still, the sooner she got out of Karen’s deadly grasp, the better. Aisha threw her elbow back behind her, trying to hit her opponent in the ribs and give her some incentive to let go.

Karen's hold was already loose, and that elbow swinging back into her vulnerable ribs only loosened it more, her arms barely on Aisha now. She'd try to bring one hand down to protect herself, not wanting another free shot taken at her waist, whilst the other tried to turn Aisha, hoping to position her for a move, now that her opponent was more centre of the ring.

Aisha felt some hope begin to build when her elbow successfully connected with Karen's imposing frame, doing some minor damage. She was almost free now, and while she wasn't even sure what her next step would be if she could break away, she was willing to worry about that in a moment. For now, not getting crushed was a top priority.

She went for another elbow, knowing it would be enough for her to slip out, but this one didn't get the same satisfying impact - it was blocked. She cursed under her breath and started to swing with the other arm, when Karen abruptly turned her around, bringing them face to face and throwing Aisha's world out of whack. She reflexively reached out and pushed against her chest, trying to make some seperation before her opponent could do whatever extremely painful thing she was trying to do. "Back the fuck off, bitch!" She shrieked, though her voice was starting to lose a lot of the command and bass it had during the start of the match.

Making a weak grunt at that elbow connected, Karen managed to hold her ground. She grew a little more cautious-it was apparent that Aisha still had a little bit of her kick still in here, even if it wasn't enough to push the big blonde back as her hands pushed on her chest. Aisha was more than capable of pushing a woman Karen's size, but given the situation, Karen merely stepped forward, trying again for a lock on her opponent.

If she reached close enough, she'd try to hook her arms under Aishas and around her buxom foe, and pull her close to her own chesty physique. From here, she'd try to find the leverage in her feet, enough to hoist her foe up and over her in a belly to belly suplex.

Aisha had been wrestling long enough to reconcile the start of a belly to belly suplex when she saw one. She could pull of a mean one herself when the occasion called for it. But knowing something was coming was quite a bit different from being able to do anything about it. When Karen’s arms circled around her body, she realized the unfortunate truth: she was going for a ride.

Up and over she went, flung through the air at hurricane force, screaming as she flew. She came down with a hard landing right on her back, and the pain seemed to travel throughout her body. There was a single body that didn't feel the impact.

It was Aisha could do to continent rolling after the impact, trying to make her way out of the ring and on to the floor. Not exactly a brave, bold tactic for her, but brave and bold were what got her into trouble in the first place. Now, she was just trying to survive.