Aisha vs Tiffany Laurence: The Fighting Temptations

"Shame? What ar-aaaauughh!?" Tiffany began, but cut herself off in order to give a loud shriek of agony. For someone like her it took more than being put in a revealing hold to embarrass her. But pain on the other hand, Tiffany felt that keenly.

Flexibility wasn't a strong point of hers. The cowgirl was never a cheerleader, or a gymnast. She had a yoga session once and promptly decided that she wasn't doing that again. Aisha's hold exploited that, stretching her groin muscles far past their point of comfort. Her legs also checked in, as tendons and ligaments she didn't know existed were pulled and stretched.

The ref squatted down to see if she gave, but even though she wailed in agony, Tiffany shook her head no when asked if she gave up, her hands cupping themselves over her crotch.

"Auugh no! Fucking stop!" Tiffany cried, the first part at the ref and the second half of the statement at Aisha.

Aisha actually doubted Tiffany would feel all that much shame from this - while she hadn't watched any of her matches aside from Dixie one, she had taken the time to look up her match history. And she knew enough about Akashi to know that the match between them likely featured Tiffany in her birthday suit.

But she had to say it, all the same. Old habits die hard.

"You want me stop?" Aisha gripped even tighter and stretched a little farther, to the point where AIsha was starting to hurt just to keep it up. Tiffany wasn't flexible, but the girl knew how to take pain and keep coming, she'd give her that much. "Then tap! Tap!" Come on, now!"
The last words came out more like a growl than anything, barking hard into Tiffany's ear.[/color][/color]

"Oh you bitch..." Tiffany growled, her earlier good thoughts about Aisha gone for the moment as pain coursed through her lower body.

She let out another pained scream as Aisha stretched her even more. She had been stuck in submission holds before, but none of them had ever pulled her in this way, like she was being pulled apart at her crotch. Part of her wondered if this hold was legal, but obviously it was since that damnable referee wasn't calling for a break.

Aisha's harsh growl raised her ire. Tap, to this.....Madonna wannabe? Not fucking likely! With a pained howl, Tiffany would slowly sit up and try to throw a punch at Aisha's head with the hand closest to her foe's upper body.

'Bitch'. 'Cunt'. Whatever the hell Evil Rose was garbling most of the time. Aisha had been called quite a few nasty names in her times as a Rose, often in languages she didn't speak. So Tiffany's words were water off a duck's back. But, all the same, she couldn't but give the ankle an extra little twist. Just for pure spite. Didn't hurt. Not her, anyway.

She would give Tiffany credit for having enough composure to fight back while her wishbone was being split in two - most people just laid back and scream a lot while they flopped around like a fish. But not Tiffany - she actually had a pretty hard punch to throw into Aisha's head, cracking her knuckles against her skull with sickening impact and making her face scrunch up from the pain. Now, that hurt.

Aisha grunted at the blow, and the hold faltered for a moment, but only a moment. That was all the time it took for Aisha to let one hand go, reach up and repsond in kind with a harsh blow to those ribs she'd been working on earlier in the match, giving Tiffany one more reason to tap out. She was about to get broken in two and broken down the middle. "Way too damn stubborn for your own good, you know that?"

Pain exploded in Tiffany's side as Aisha's fist impacted into her battered ribs. It forced her back down to her back with a ragged, gasping cry, one hand moving from her groin to hold against the right side her ribcage.

How did this go so wrong, she wondered. The cowgirl thought she had the match all but won. Even early on, Tiffany felt she had the upper hand more times than not. Aisha had gotten her licks in, to be sure, pulverizing her ribs. But, she felt she had made all the right calls to adjust to Aisha's abilities. Then again, if that was so, then why was she stuck in the middle of the ring, trapped in the hold that Aisha used to humiliate her fellow Roses back in the day?!

And, god, did she feel humiliated. Oh, not just by the hold. Tiffany had been outwrestled and outfought by someone on their first night back from....being a pop idol. Her first time in the AFW ring, and Aisha was going to force Tiffany to do something she would've never thought the Dancing Sista would ever be able to make her do. Something she didn't think anyone else aside from Angel could do.

Reaching out, she tapped the mat loudly, signaling her submission as she nodded her head 'yes' in response to the referee asking again if Tiffany wanted to give up.

Aisha heard the bell ring out through the arena, and with that, she breathed what she was reasonably sure was the longest, most relieved sigh of her entire life.

Grueling? Yes, but that word didn't seem to really cover her match with Tiffany all that well. SATs were gruelings. Taxes were grueling. This had been an ordeal of the highest order, and one that she could have lost, easily, several points. She was having a hard time thinking of a Rose match that was this intense, and Tiffany had shown herself to be a tremendous athelete. She hated to go so hard on the girl, but it could've been worse. Her move wasn't as bad as the Teacher's Pet...

Aisha let go of the hold as soon as she heard the bell and flopped on her back with her eyes closed. She laid there for a moment, basking in the glory as the fans cheered and chanted her name, over and over.

"Aisha! Aisha! Aisha!"

Just like old times. Maybe even better. She swore, the old crowds were never this loud, and it was something she could definitely get used to all over again. She wanted to go them. Sign some autographs, bump some fists, even take a few selfies, despite how much she hated the stupid things. But before she did, there was one matter to take care off.

"Hey." She rolled over to her stomach and pulled herself up with the rope's assistance, looking down on Tiffany the whole time."Hop on by my dressing room when you get a sec. We gotta have a little talk, you and me."

With that said, Aisha stood up and stepped out of the ring, making her way over to the ringside where her fans were already massing to greet her.

Tiffany let out a loud, relieved gasp as Aisha released the hold, letting her legs return to a more normal position. She immediately closed them, folding a hand to her groin while rolling onto her side with a pained moan. She had to make sure to roll onto her left side. Her right felt so battered and bruised she didn't trust it to rest her weight on. Her hamstrings also began to add their notes to the symphony of pain that the lower half of her body seemed the be performing. As hard as it was to believe, it was true, Aisha, the singing, dancing, pop idol whose CD she had in her car somewhere, had put her in this sorry state, proving that she was not someone to be taken lightly.

Not that Tiffany did. She had went at Aisha at full power, and came up empty. That opened the door to a lot of questions for the Texan. Was she slipping? Somehow getting worse? And if Aisha could do something like this her first day back, did that mean her rival Dixie, the woman she had to stand up to just to keep her identity in the AFW, was beyond her, and she had, like Aisha said, gotten lucky in her draw against her fellow cowgirl?

She closed her eyes as the fans cheered and chanted Aisha's name. *Go on then, cheer for your returning hero. Screw ya'll.* she thought bitterly. It was an ungracious thought to be sure. But between the disappointment in losing, anger at herself for giving up, and the embarrassments that she had been through tonight, Tiffany was not in the best of moods.

When Aisha spoke, Tiffany opened an eye to look up at her. It was hard to hear, with the noise of the crowd, but she could still make out the former Rose's words.
*What the hell could she possibly have to say?* the Texan thought. *Probably just wants to rub in her win. Then again, why not just grab a mic and do it out here?*
A hot shower, home, and something alcoholic were the only three things she desired in the world right now. Certainly not a face to face chat with the woman who just submitted her in front of the sold out arena! However, Tiffany was curious about what Aisha wanted, and that made her nod her head wearily.

After Aisha exited the ring to go to the fans, Tiffany rolled out under the bottom rope. She shoved away the assistance of the referee, who came to help her. The Texan's legs held her weight, despite the pain they were in. Her groin muscle was the first immediate pain she felt, a dull ache that radiated to the inside of her thigh. She knew that had to be a pulled muscle, having felt something similar in her back before. Still, she could walk, although slowly and gingerly. Her head down, Tiffany made her way up the ramp, exiting to the back.....