Karen Starring VS Aisha-A Voluptuous Collision !!!

Well, to stay calm and collected to counter her opponent was the plan anyway. But being called fat once too many times, being a woman her size, Karen finally snapped.

As Aisha flew forward, so did she, throwing a similar hook, aimed at Aisha's face. Albeit it was alot wilder, and wouldn't of been a strike comparable to Aisha's, the fist had force-enough to send her opponent back after Aisha's own tee'd off right on Karen's cheek, sending the blonde stumbling to the ropes next to hers.

She didn't spend long holding the mark, her face turning red and furious, as she bared her teeth.

Aisha’s punch connected, so that was good. The only problem was, though, that Karen had a punch to throw, too, and hers had a good deal more force behind it.

”Guh!” The impact was like taking a hammer to the face, and it immediately knocked the Rumble Rose back and off her feet. She dropped flat, laid her out in the middle of the ring and for a moment it looked like there might be a knockout as the finish for this match...but no. Aisha began to stir as soon as the referee came in to check. She was moving. Barely.

Aisha rubbed her jaw and started to sit up, moving at the speed of continental drift.

Another harsh blow delivered straight to Karen's face. She'd definitely feel that one, but not just yet. Her fury carrying her now, she turned quickly as she quickly fell into the corner Aisha just wash, before bringing herself out of it. Reaching down on her stirring opponent, she looked for a handful of her hair.

"NOT SO LOUD NOW HUH?" she'd scream at the top of her voice, trying to drag her opponent to her feet. She knew Aisha was starting to seriously run out of fuel, but she wanted to make sure before she'd lock in a finishing move.

As Aisha would stand, Karen would look to hook her arms- one under Aishas right arm, one over her left shoulder. From here, she'd try to apply a frontal triangle choke, making sure to try to press her front into Aisha to keep her stuck.

Aisha hissed as Karen got a tight grip on her hair and lifted her up, pulling her up to her feet. It was all Aisha could do just to get up with her wobbly legs, saving hersefl from the pain of having her hair ripped clean off her scalp. Definitely something she wouldn't have put past the merciless marauder who'd been taking her apart for the past few minutes.

Karen's scream left her ears ringing, but Aisha wasn't even given the luxury of having time to recoil from it - she was pulled in close against the behemoth's body, and then the real pain began.

"Nnnn..." She whined as she helplessly struggled against Karen's hardened body, squirming this way and that. The only saving grace was that they were roughly the same height, so Aisha could alleviate some of the pressure by standing on the tips of her toes, but it was a small grace. Air was a precious commodity that she was rapidly running off of, and Aisha could feel her body getting weaker and weaker and weaker...

Karen would keep the hold firm, not intending to finish Aisha with it, just hurt her, alot. She'd lean back a little, pulling Aisha ever so slightly off her feet in the hold, cranking her neck with the triangle choke. She didn't ask if she wanted to submit-she had no intention of making her. Not yet anyway. She just wanted to hurt more of her.

What little relief Aisha had found was taken away when Karen leaned back and ramped up the pressure, forcing her to dangle like she had the hangman's noose around her neck. She started to see spots in front of her eyes, and the only noise that came from her mouth was a wheezing, squeaking sound, like helium from a deflated balloon.

The referee came over and started to check Aisha, trying to see if she was out, waiting for all the lights to turn off. It wouldn’t be long, now...

Karen's eyes were at the ref-in her fury she hadn't even realised that she was starting to choke her mouthy opponent out. That wasn't her plan at all. She almost threw a concerned face when she turned her head, spotting Aisha's eyes starting to roll in her head. She wanted to break Aisha, not put her to sleep.

Leaning back as far as she dared, she tried to almost have Aisha hang on her, even without Karen's arms hanging onto her. From her, she'd unhook the arm above Aisha's shoulder, and try to bring it quickly under Aisha's arm before she slipped back to her feet. From here, with both arms around her opponents waist, she'd give a huge squeeze, trying to wake Aisha up with the pain, in her signature bearhug!

It wasn't simple stubborness that kept Aisha from tapping, but pride. Raw pride. She couldn't give up, especially not when she was up against a wrestler who hadn't even gone through a fraction of the matches she'd done. If she was getting knocked out, fine. She could live with that. But surrender simply wasn't an option.

Just when it looked like the lights were out, just when Aisha thought there was some hope of release, just when it seemed like she would go to sleep, Karen switched holds and brought her screaming back into the wolrd of the living. Aisha threw back her head and wailed as her back was crushed in the mighty grip, and she began to madly flail about, looking for any sort of release.

"Let go of me, you fucking cow!" Aisha barked, before another wave of pain cut off her voice. She vainly beat on Karen's back, but her punches didn't even carry a fraction of the force they were supposed to anymore. It was torture. Plain torture.

Karen roared as she switched holds, now intending to crush the life from Aisha rather than choke her to sleep. She was livid, hell, even a strong punch from Aisha might of done nothing, let alone the weak rabbit punches she was throwing.

Still leaned far back, Karen was trying to crank Aisha's back, not shaking from side to side yet-she was literally trying to crush the air from her rather than hurt her to a submission.

She roared again with that further insult, her eyes turning even more furious. Suddenly, she'd try to turn Aisha to her side, intending to weakly slam her onto the mat-not trying to finish her with a belly-to-belly, but rather drop her on the mat, roll ontop of her, and squeeze her with everything she had.

As Karen turned around and brought her to the floor, AIsha thought she might've been going for another suplex. She wished that was the case. She really did.

Not only did she had to deal with her body being crushed down the middle, she now had Karen's oppressive weight bearing down on her, aiding the squeeze with gravity on her side. Aisha's back arched before the weight became too much and forced her down again, and her struggle became even wilder than before. She squirmed around like a worm on a hook, hopelessly flailing her arms around and throwing her head from side to side