Sahar vs Karen

It seemed like the last headbutt had not hit its aimed target but instead the nose but the end result was still the same, Karen let go and Sahar was freed.  The Pharaoh would take a moment to catch her breath, still exhausted from the brutal bear hug she had received.  After taking a second to recover, the purple hair wrestler would do a quick charge and attempt to spear her opponent in hopes of knocking her down to the ground so that she could gain control of this match again.

Karen's arms were a bit strained, but she wasn't exactly exhausted. That didn't really matter to her, as her watering eyes completely near blocking her vision- her other hand now coming up to try and clear her vision as she tried to take a step back. As her foot came down, so did Sahar's shoulder, hard into her waist, knocking the blonde amazon to the floor just as she finally cleared the water from her eyes.

This match had gone on for a long time but after this last spear, Sahar was ready to end it.  With Karen now down on the ground, she would attempt to roll her around so that the blonde would be on her stomach.  If successful she would then step on Karen's thighs and start to set up a Mexican ceiling hold by locking her opponent feet.  The Pharaoh would then attempt to grab her opponent arms before then trying to roll back and apply the Mexican ceiling submission hold.

Forced on her front, Karen tried to bring her hands from her eyes to the mat, trying to crawl to some form of safety. She found herself quickly stopped, a sharp yelp escaping her lips as her thighs were stood on. "Wha.." came from the blond amazon as her feet were set up in weird form, her question interrupted as her arms too were grabbed. She immediately roared in pain as the huge blonde was lifted into the air in the ceiling hold, her eyes clenching in pain as her limbs were strained horribly.

Sahar was exhausted from this match and performing the Mexican ceiling hold was also exhausting, but she knew that it was taking its toll on Karen and the only way for her opponent to now get out was to say she gave up as she couldn't even tap out at this point due to her arms being locked. The audience would cheer at this while the referee would come and ask if Karen wanted to give up.

Karen would shake her head fiercely in defiance, her eyes again watering in pain-her massive weight was working completely against her in a hold like this and she knew it. She'd endure the hold for seconds more, before a final "I GIVE!!!" escaped her lips, her teeth then clenching in agony as her body was punished.

The Pharaoh continued to apply the Mexican ceiling hold despite the fact that it was starting to tire her out. Karen seemed to be holding out as the referee asked if she wanted to give and at first she refused but then a few more seconds pass by and she finally gave up and the bell was rung. Sahar would let go of her defeated opponent and get up on her feet before raising her arms up as her theme song played, no longer paying any attention to her defeated opponent.

Karen fell to the mat like a mess, the pain on her limbs temporarily crippling her. She'd curl up almost, holding her aching feet and rubbing her arms as she suppressed further moans.

After waving her hands a few time to the roaring fans, Sahar would roll out of the ring, waving a few more times to the fans before exiting the arena. It felt good to get a hard fought win and the Pharaoh was going to remember this moment for a long time.

Karen finally brought herself to her knees-by the time of which, Sahar was already on the way out. She threw a angry look, before pulling herself standing. She'd remember the match too, but not in a favourable way.