Tina Armstrong vs. Sista A - Destroy All Cowgirls

”Goal, bitch!” Sista A laughed as the kick hit home and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed throughout the arena. Kicking Tina was quite satisfying, even if she didn’t get the reaction she wanted from it. She’d be doing it quite a few more times before this match was done.

Seizing the opportunity, Sista A dashed to the ropes and bounced off, picking up some good momentum when she came towards Tina’s side. When she was close enough, the Harlem Nightmare leaped up, tucked her legs in, and came down the cowgirl’s well-toned stomach with a leg drop, looking to plant it right on the bellybutton.

As Sista A took off like a shot for the ropes, Tina was left to grumble and groan back down on the mat. Her back ached but she was going to have to ignore it for a while, if the blonde didn't get moving again she was likely to get it much worse when the ebony dancer game racing back and jumped into the air.

It was the smallest of chances, but her running jump did give the texan a brief window to escape her predicament, rolling underneath Aisha as she jumped up and letting the Harlem Nightmare fall on her ass for a change.

Up, up, up Sista A went, all smiles and and hair flailing wildly.

Down, down, down Sista A came with a mad frown on her face and her eyes opening wide, as she severely wished she’d worn knee pads with this outfit. ”Shit-”

Sista A landed square on her knee, which sucked on two levels. Firstly, she skinned her knee on the canvas. Secondly, it sent a bolt of pain down her leg, which left her shrieking.

She rolled about the floor for a moment, hissing and cursing for a few seconds before she grabbed the ropes and started to pull herself up.

The crowd let out a small cheer as Sista A's attack missed and sent the Harlem Nightmare crawling for the safety of the ropes, getting louder and louder as she made her way back to her feet. Why? Well Sista A wasn't the only one recovering. As she had rolled away Tina was picking herself up, stalking the ebony dancer from behind just waiting for her to get back to her feet, sending her arms around to pick up and pull Sista A away from the ropes. Trying to carry her in a reverse bearhug back to the center of the ring.

Sista A knew Tina would be coming for her soon. She was wide open as she made her way back up and nursed her aching leg, too sweet of an opportunity for any sane wrestler to pass up. The only real question was what angle she’d be coming from and what move she’d use.

As it turned out, she found that answer out when Tina came from behind and wrapped her up, holding her nice and tight with those beefy, brawny arms of hers. A bearhug. Of course, a goddamn bearhug.

Sista A immediately went into a frenzied struggle, swinging her waist around left and right in a wild attempt to hit the cowgirl’s face with her elbows. It was an awkward position, so she didn’t have much faith in it working, but it was better than sitting there and letting herself get crushed.

”Ugh!” She groaned, feeling the pressure bear down on her ribs. ”Get your saggy tits off me, bitch!”

Well Sista A wasn't going to go down easy. She'd known bulls in rodeos that struggled less than the ebony dancer did in Tina's grip, and as much as it would be a nice idea to squeeze all the strength, air and insults out of the Harlem Nightmare, Aisha's elbows really stung whenever she got so much as a glancing blow on the blonde powerhouse, not as much as the insult however.

"S-saggy?" Tina shrieked next to Sista A's ear before swinging herself around, looking to slam the dancer down on her front, boobs first into the canvas with the Texan on top, arms still around her waist and breasts pressed into the Harlem Nightmare's back. "You really want me to wreck you, don't ya, bitch!"

Despite the pain, Sista A had a smile on her face. Sista A could feel that Tina’s tits were not, in fact, saggy, but that was the insult she was going for. She knew well from Dixie, however, that the best way to take a shot at cowgirl Texan was to insult her prized udders. Tina wasn’t nearly as different as she would like to think.

She definitely had comparable strength, as she managed to plant Sista A flat on her chest, pressing her down into the mat. ”You can fuckin’ try.”

Sista A pressed her palms flat to the mat and tried to push her way back up, hoping to roll over and force Tina’s shoulders to the mat. Not likely to get a pinfall, but it might scare her into letting go.

"Damn right I -whoa!" Tina let out mid-comeback as she was rolled over with her shoulders on the mat. "Oh no ya don't!" She yelled as the referee slapped the canvas once before the blonde rolled back to break the impromptu pin, wanting to roll back on top of the Harlem Nightmare so she could plant her feet either side of her and begin to stand, her arms still firmly around the ebony dancer.

Sista A was going back up, and if she thought her last drop was rough, she was going to like Tina's next plan even less.

”Yes, I fucking do!” Sista A screeched back, as she was roughly yanked to her feet by the copycat cowgirl.

Okay, seriously, Sista A was starting to lose her patience with this bitch and her damn bearhugging shit. Aside from it being painful as hell, torture on her ribs, it wasn't a good look. Tina was womanhandling her, making her look like an unruly child in her mother’s grasp, and she couldn’t rattle off her best strikes like this.

Or could she?

As Tina rose, Sista A stood along with her, getting up as straight as she could manage. When she was high enough, she tried to put her high heels to good use by raising her foot up and slamming the tip down, aiming for the instep of Tina’s tacky-as-hell boots.

Tina rose and Sista A rose with her, still trapped in the cowgirl's tight grip, all set up for the blonde's plan but no plan survived contact with the enemy and the Harlem Nightmare was no exception to that rule. Wrestling in heels was a questionable choice to be sure but it was about to pay off for the Rose of Roses, driving the stiletto heel down with enough pressure to feel as though it had punctured through Tina's boot and down onto the skin.

Either way it was enough to get the Texan to abandon her grip and settle for roughly shoving the ebony dancer out of the way so she could limp away, trying to avoid putting any pressure on her bad foot.