The Musical Showdown! Carol vs Katrina

Carol was doing her best to try and overpower Katrina, and it seemed it was working! The rockstar kept pushing with all her might, trying to take the rapper to the ropes. However, her opponent had other plans. Carol's eyes widened as took in the powerful toe kick to the stomach, which made her lose her grip on Katrina's shoulders and stumble back, kind of breathless.

"Gaah..." She complained about the sudden attack, stumbling back but managing to stay on her feet. The rockstar held her belly with both arms, gasping a little for the air she had just lost.

"Whoo! Yeah! Take dat, bitch!"

Katrina had scored a lucky hit, and it felt good, almost as good as counting money.

"Ah yeah! Ah yeah! This hoe's goin' down!/
Ah yeah! Ah yeah! This hoe's goin' down!/"

Katrina throws her hands in the air, attempting to hype up the audience into celebrating her first connected strike on her opponent. She could've gotten the whole crowd chanting with her too.....but nobody seemed to like her that much. In fact, everyone else just looked at her in odd silence.
Despite that, Katrina looked like she was having a blast chanting all by herself. It almost seemed as if the rapper had forgotten that she was still in the middle of a wrestling match.

"Ah yeah! My flow taste good like rasberry jelly!/
Cuz I kicked a hoe in her mu'fuckin BELLY!/

Carol received the attack, yeah, big deal. The rockstar wasnt really hurt, and soon would be planning her revenge. If Katrina was still trying to win the people's hearts through rhymes, the blonde kawaii would silently sneak behind of her busy opponent and try to wrap her arm around her throat, locking her in a tight sleeperhold.

She was here tonight to beat this girl down, everybody wanted to see the little rock and roll girl give all of her, and she wasnt planning to disappoint any of her fans. But... this wasnt only because of her fans or her pride. This was about proving that rock and roll was 10x, no... 100x better than rap music.

"Yeah, I kicked da bitch in her BELLY!/
Fukkin trick recognize my flow good like good wine!/
Yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch!/
Yeah, yeah--AARGGH!!/"

Her verse of celebration was sadly(fortunatly, for the crowd) cut off just as an arm wrapped itself around her throat. The poor rapper had only managd to take one gasp of air before it was suddenly hard for her to breathe. And to make things worse, she swallowed her own chewing gum.

"*cough* ACK! da fuq-*cough*cough*!"

Like the inexperienced wrestler she was, Katrina began flailing her arms in protest, succeeding in nothing but draining her energy. Once she managed to gather her wits, Katrina would attempt to ram her elbow into Carol's stomache. If that didn't work, then she'd to lift her own leg up and strike Carol squarely in her crotch from behind, hood style!

"Heheheheh...! Gotcha now!" The rockstar said to her opponent's ear, tightening her hold on Katrina's throat more and more. She laughed inside her head as she saw the other girl's arms going crazy. That actually got her a little distracted. HUGE mistake. It'd be then when she'd take the elbow blow to the stomach, her arms immediatly releasing her opponent's throat and moving to her belly, holding it as she groaned softly in pain. "Aww..." She even dropped to her knees, gasping for the air she had lost now twice.

Katrina falls to her knees and gasps for welcoming air. Did she just die? Or is she still alive?

Well...she's still breathing, that's for sure. Not only did she feel relieved, but after knowing that she was this close to losing, the rap diva is now more determined than ever to give Carol the thrashing of her life.
The caramel skinned fighter glances over her shoulder. Judging from the looks of how Carol clutched her stomache, It seemed like her desperate attack for escape had worked.

Katrina grins, stands up and clenches a tight fist, ready to dart towards enemy with her special move...

"Now I got you....EAT THIS!!"

With evil glee written all over the black girl's face, Katrina would extend her fist out before her, performing The Iced Out MuthaFunkin' Punch, which would be aimed straight for Carol's cute, little jaw and most likely knock her out IF connected.

Carol was hurt, yeaah, but not enough to just let Katrina's finisher land. Where would be the fun if she did? The rockstar brought her head up, noticing the fist coming straight to her. It could be the end if that punch connected with her jaw! She had to do something about it.

Without wasting a single moment, the blonde kawaii lifted one arm up and then brought it down, trying to karate-chop Hurricane Katrina's forearm, not strong enough to break it, but at least to keep the lethal-looking punch from hitting her. "Hyaaah!" She yelled like some practitioner of karate as she did.

Carol's chop had struck it's mark with such speed and precision, similar to a typical, old, kung fu geezer catching a fly in between two chopsticks. Carol's hand had not only parried her blow, but had also managed to strike a nerve point.

"YEOW!"

Stumbling over her own feet, Katrina hollers and instantly grabs her failed punching arm, leaving the rap star wide open to another attack.

Her karate chop had worked!The crowd seemed to be pretty happy to know that their idol wasnt going to job for the bigger girl. Since the beggining the rockstar wasnt planning to let Katrina beat her, no matter what it takes.

Carol grinned widely as she saw her opponent stumbling back. She quickly got up, feeling up to kick some rap girl's ass. Watching her opponent carefully, she'd charge at her at full speed and leap off the ground, aiming her feet at the other girl's breasts in a flying drop kick.

"Aagh!"

As the Drop Kick connected, the flesh of Katrina's breasts rippled like undulating waves to the impact, and also forced the black girl to comically stumble backwards and rebound off the ropes.

"Uh-uh! Ain't no way dis hoe gon' Drop Kick me in mah titties an' get away wit dat shit!"

Katrina's words sounded off in her head while her chest still burned from Carol's move. Despite having her lungs nearly kicked back into her spine, the rap mistress was still conscious of what was going on, and while she bounded off the ropes, she would attempt to meet Carol in a Clothesline.