High Stakes! High Risk! High Reward! (Estela vs Aisha)

Pushing the ladder in, Estela climbed up into the ring as she saw Aisha was recovering herself next to the ladder. She would walk towards her downed opponent, in a rather annoyed stature as she would bring her foot up and show just how much she cared about her opponent by pushing her head with her foot. It didn't have any oomph behind it, rather mostly just to shove her back to the mat in a insulting manner.

"Get back down!" she shouted at Aisha. If she was successful, she would turn back towards the ladder, grabbing on the top end, which was coincidentally the furthermost end to Aisha, of it before dragging the ladder towards the center of the ring.

Her head went down to the mat, pushed down by Estela's boot to her face. Once her opponent moved away to the ladder, she tried to get back up again. She clutched the end closest to her in the ring weakly, still on her knees trying to recover.

Estela's focus was solely on the ladder as she pulled it closer to the center of the ring, lugging it behind her before planting both of it's legs on the ground. She would then split open the ladder, placing it right underneath the briefcase. Slapping the rungs of the ladder, Estela looked up the ladder.

It was like any other ladder, not that tall but for some reason watching that briefcase sway back and forward, the ladder seemed like climbing a mountain. Placing a foot on the lowest rung, she would begin the climb to being rich and famous.

Not to be finished so easily, Aisha with determination began to crawl forward towards the ladder, slowly getting up to her knees as she leaned up against it. Using it to stand, she came behind Estella as she climbed the ladder and grabbed her, trying to bring her back down in suplex, "Don't think... I'm out yet," she said, trying to tug her down.

Estela got up two rungs before her eyes widened, feeling a pair of arms wrap around her waist as she looked over her shoulder. "Y-you!?" she let out as she tried to hold on to the ladder to keep herself on. But the metal was unforgiving and offered no support for Estela as she was ripped off of the ladder and slammed back first into the ring as she cried out in pain! Arching her back as she rolled on to her stomach, Estela's face twisted in agony as one arm wrapped around to press down on her shoulder blade, trying to ease the pain of being driven into the mat with authority!

"Ha, don't think for a second you got... me down," she groaned as she rolled over, kneeling over Estela. Moving to stand up, she picked up Estela as well, pushing her over to the turnbuckle once she was in place, Aisha pushed the ladder away to clear the ring, moving to the opposite side. With cheer, she'd run to Estela and attempt to perform a running drop kick.

Estela groaned out after being suplexed off of the ladder, the impact left Estela wincing on the mat with her hand firmly dug into her shoulder blade. She wouldn't stay down for long, knowing that the longer she did, gave Aisha more time to recover. Planting her foot into the mat, she pushed herself up to a standing position, trying to get herself back in the match as she finally took her hand off of her shoulder blade.

But by the time she realized, Aisha was already flying across the ring, feet leaving the ground to drop themselves right into her chest! "Gah!" Estela cried out, her own feet leaving the mat as she crashed on to her back again. Another groan of pain left her throat, the landing did not help her back any more than the feet did to her chest, cradling it as she writhed on the mat!

Now was her chance to wear Estela down, grabbing her once she herself had gotten up and irish whipped her opponent into the turnbuckle. Aisha would then run to the ropes, rebound, and then launch herself into a donkey kick, aiming for Estela's chest to kick the air out of them. She would then upon successfully doing so get back up and try to go into a ground and pound from there, wanting to inflict as much as she could .

Writhing on the mat was not somewhere that Estela wanted to be as she quickly scrambled to her feet while gasping for air, but Aisha was already on her as she was seized by the hand and thrown across the ring and into the corner, twisting around to slam back first against the corners. Wincing in pain as Aisha was picking up the pace, she barely had time to react when Aisha came flying back at her to deliver another pair of boots to her chest!

Whipping back into the corner, Estela cried out as she would fall forward on to the mat, rolling out of the ring to prevent herself from the continued amount of punishment from Aisha, landing on her feet as she stumbled into the barricade to catch her breath!

Aisha goes to one knee, holding herself up as she regained her composure. She saw Estela roll out of the ring and smirked, making her way slowly to the far side away. She'd wait there for a bit, getting low to the ground and using the ropes to ready herself. Once she was ready, the pinkette would run across the ring and jump over the top rope, sailing through the air and attempting to land on Estela.