Sista A Vs Karen Starring II: Retracing Steps

Time and time again Karen had employed the tactic of simply rushing in, often with various results. Few could stop that big frame once it was in motion, with only one ever stopping it when airborne. Sista A definitely didn't have the frame to become one of the aforementioned. Then again, you didn't have to stop a Karen Starring charge to take advantage of it. Hell, you didn't need much to stop a amateurish mistake.

Her foes move was standard, far too standard for the fact that it worked so effectively to be less than humiliating for a blonde giant who had recently been referring to herself as a 'seasoned vet.' Tripped over like nothing more than a school child, Karen's arms would try to cross over her face to prevent her landing on the ropes and receiving somewhat devastating whiplash. The latter result was gained. The former, not so much, as Karen's hands would slide down to the bottom rope, leaving her head somewhat precariously left part way through the middle. Grunting, she'd try to push herself up, gaining next to no ground thanks in part to both the fall, part to her aching leg.

Sista A’s original plan had been a simple one - after she landed the trip, she’d run to the ropes, come dashing back, and hit Karen with a tiger fient kick in the face.

She thought better of it, though, as she rolled back to her feet. That was Aisha’s way of thinking. Going for the crowd pleasing moves. Sista A, though, could approach this in a more personally pleasing and practical manner, while still having some fun in the process.

She came at Karen from behind, only stopping for a moment to reel back and give her a hard slap on the ass, making the bare flesh jiggle on contact. She couldn’t resist doing a little insult, but the injury was coming soon enough.

She moved to Karen’s side, raised her leg and placed knee right on the back of Karen’s head, making sure it dug in just right along the curve. At the same time, she grabbed the top rope for balance and lowered her weight, letting it all come down on the bigger woman, choking her with the middle rope.

Simple move, but it made excellent use of what little weight she had. The referee was already calling for her to break the hold, but until she reached the five count, this was Sista A’s to enjoy.

Karen took a moment, far too long of a moment for it to be considered wise, to catch her breath, intending to bring her hand up to the top rope and climb back to her feet. And of course immediately try to throttle Sista A. Instead, she'd somewhat wince with a set of wide eyes, as that huge ass was made to jiggle, her head of course turning to try and discover just what the hell her foe was playing at.

Her foe of course used the distraction to lock firm leg over the top of Karen's head, her chin falling back over the middle rope and a gag immediately forced from her. Her arms would jerk straight in front of her from the pressure for a moment, before of course latching onto the rope which was now being used to break her. But whilst her foe was far from the heaviest of foes Karen had battled, Sista A was using her toned assets perfectly, giving Karen simply no move to even gain the leverage to push.

All she could do was wait until the count was reached, air being forced from her all the while. By no means Karen would tap, especially since she knew a break was coming, eventually. But she suspected Sista A was by no means going for a early kill...

”1! 2!” The referee cried out, screaming in Sista A’s ear. ”Come on, Aisha! 3! 4!”

Sista A milked the illegal hold for everything it was worth, cackling like a madwoman as Karen struggled beneath her. Could you blame her? Not only was it good fun, but it was some sweet payback for the beating she’d taken the last time they’d crossed up in the ring. And she was just getting started.

”Right, right, right!” Sista A let up at the last possible moment and stepped back with her hands held high. She got a tepid reaction from the crowd - they didn’t much care for her, but it wasn’t like Karen had done anything to endear herself, either. Bad girl vs. bad girl.

”Feel free to start fighting anytime, big girl!” She made her way to the center of the ring, swaying hips all the way. ”Lord knows I got better shit to do than kicking your fat ass all around the ring.”

Of course Sista A pushed the hold to the limit. Karen would of done it. Even if the two had never met before. For the last second or so, Karen's upper body would go limp. Not from passing out, but from sheer pain, her throat essentially garroted against the ropes with aid from those toned yet lethal legs of her foe. Finally released, her upper body would near instantly regain some life, hand gripping the middle rope to stop the recoil pushing the big woman flat on her back. The other hand of course, petted and soothed her own throat like it was a sick puppy.

She'd turn her head sideways to discover not a lethal foe intending to quickly follow-up, but a cocky bitch being, well. Cocky. And then some.

Karen's teeth would of bared and ground had she not needed her mouth near wide open to gasp air, as she'd begin to slowly stand. The fact Sista A didn't attack her again so quickly almost pissed off the blonde more than if she outright struck her once more. Was she not worth the effort? Or did Sista A think she didn't need an absolute advantage? Had Sista A taken the moment to catch some breath, Karen would of understood. But this was pure insult on her foes part.

Rising and turning, she'd be greeted as ever with harsh words, as Sista A not only goaded the blonde once more, but simply couldn't help but reference her somewhat extravagant curves. Ever the one to stoop so low, Karen would throw a dark, panted smile at her foe before opening her own lips, emphasising the last part of her 'message'.

"Jesus...you stop to talk after every move? No wonder you're the locker room's bitch..."

Sista A’s lip twitched.

You’d have to look close and fast to really see it, but it happened. The barest twerk, an almost-imperceptible hint of the real reaction going on underneath the surface.

Yeah. That one had stung a little bit.

After all the crap Aisha had gone through, it couldn’t not sting. All the beatings, not the least of which she’d taken from Karen’s own hands, all the humiliation from larger, more powerful women. It had put her in a deep, dark place.

But Sista A was the one who’d come out of that hole. It was high time that she illustrated the difference. ”Ha. Think you got me confused with someone else.” She took a step forward, daintily stepping out with her heels. ”Sista A’s nobody’s bitch.”

The word’s had barely left her mouth before she moved forward in a burst, closing in fast. She swung her leg out, high and hard, going for a wild roundhouse kick to Karen’s face

Whilst near opposites in body sizes and wrestling style, Karen and Sista A appeared to share aspects of their personalities with one another. Rude. Arrogant. General bitchiness. And oh yeh. So easy to wile up.

Of course not finished there, Karen would try to resist a snigger, to make her threats seem all the more serious.

"You can slap a fresh coat of paint on you, underneath whatever you do, you'll always be just a big..." She'd have to cut herself off, as the woman before her had evidently had enough, throwing caution to the wind and trying to outright turn Karen's face to mush.

Raising both hands, the round up pick would connect neatly to her forearms. Whilst it saved her face becoming a neat shade of black and blue, the big blonde would take a step back; even with her power, she couldn't deny the results of a perfectly executed kick from a woman built for such a move. As ever trying the age old tactic of the no sell, she'd hold her arms where they were, grunting as she kept her eyes locked on Sista A. When in truth, both forearms felt like they'd literally just been shattered...

Oftentimes, people thought that, because Sista A fought in high heels, she’d have a problem delivering kicks with them. Not so. Not so at all, and she delighted in showing those people just how wrong they were. There was hardly a better way to do it than using her powerful legs to tear apart a hulk like Karen. She wasn't Angel or Alicia, but she could still do some real damage if given half a chance.

It didn’t move the brute too far, but then again, it didn’t really need to. It was wearing on her. Keeping up the pressure. Making it difficult for her to counter. All of that made Sista A confident enough to try better things. Bolder things.

Karen wanted her to stop talking so much? Okay. She’d spend the time beating the shit out of her.

Sista A jumped back, making some distance between them, then leaped forward as she twisted around on her heel. She shot her leg out straight as she came around, going for a strong spinning heel kick, looking to place the tip of heel right in the middle of Karen’s stomach and sink it in deep.

Karen persisted with her stubborn stance, arms mid height. They might of currently felt like they belonged in casts, but right now, Karen was confident even a shattered defence was better than no defence against what she felt had to be another attempt at a head shot. After all, Karen's words were clearly pissing Sista A off. What better way to shut her up than to smack the lips right off her face?

To her surprise, Karen would instead find herself speechless, and breathless, via her foes new choice of targeting. Those sharp heels digging into the point Karen felt impaled, the big blonde would shudder back, arms falling to her side. In a delayed reaction, she'd then fall to a knee, hand coming up to her wounded stomach, already the marks of a bruise forming.

And down she went. As much of a street fighter as Sista A was, she had plenty of legit martial arts moves to choose from, great things to throw out when the occasion called for it. This was perfect timing, and the reward for it was the sight of Karen on her knees, stunned and so damn vulnerable.

Sista A didn’t even need to think about what came next. She just did it.

”Bow down!” She ran forward, placed one foot on Karen’s knee, then swung her leg around, trying to hit her right in the face with a Shining Wizard.