Karisma Zahin Vs. Taylor Parker

Karisma smirked as she punished Taylor's leg, hearing the girl wail was such a glorious and intoxicating sound that she wanted more. But Taylor was definitely tough and was able to shove Karisma off. The Indian jewel grunted and rolled away, getting to her feet as Taylor scrambled away. She was going to just let Taylor flee though and ran at the girl with her fists up and when she got close, she swung her leg out to smack Taylor in the back of the thigh with her foot to try and keep her hobbled.

Taylor grabbed onto the ropes and pulled herself up to her feet, favoring her hurt leg. Her knee was tender and putting weight on it hurt, but she just needed to loosen it up, however, she never got the chance. She let out a pained yelp as Karisma's powerful kick knocked her leg out from under her and sent her back down to the mat.

She clutched her hurt knee and writhed, paralyzed with pain for a moment, before scooting under the bottom rope and out of the ring. She stumbled and limped away from the ring, looking for anything that could get her a moment to recover. Maybe Karisma would be too prissy to follow her outside.

Karisma smiled again as Taylor went down with the kick. She was convinced that she had sufficiently hobbled the blue haired girl and as she slid out from the ring, Karisma took a step back and folded her arms under her chest. "That's right. Waddle away, duckling." Karisma smirked as she lifted her head. "You should just keep waddling back out of the arena." Karisma then took a step back and posed for the audience. "How could you hope to compete with this? I am a shining star."

"Shut up." Taylor grumbled as she limped over to the barricade and leaned on it with one hand.

She began to work her leg around and flex her knee. She vigorously rubbed the parts of her thigh that Karisma had bludgeoned. She looked up and saw that the Indian diva wasn't even bothering to come after her, and her face tightened.

"You're such a dick!" She huffed. "Your fat ass is mine."

She tested her leg and found that it still hurt, but not enough to keep her from doing the things she usually did. Good enough, she thought. She straightened and fluffed out her little white pleated skirt, hopped nimbly up onto the ring apron and began to slip between the ropes.

Karisma lowered her posture and smirked at Taylor. She had ruffled the duckling's feathers quite nicely. And while she had given the girl a little bit of time to recover, she didn't plan on just giving the girl everything. When Taylor hopped up to the apron, Karisma ran at her and attempted to drop kick her back out of the ring as she came through the ropes. I think you should stay out of my ring!"

Taylor watched Karisma out of the corner of her eye and saw her preparing to rush her. She slowed down, not quite stepping through the ropes. How stupid it was to underestimate her like that, running at her from all the way back there. She should know Taylor wasn't some clueless rookie who would just freeze up and not know what to do. Maybe she was a shining star, but she was also an idiot.

She hopped down from the ring apron just as Karisma's dropkick found nothing but the ropes. As soon as Karisma landed on the mat, Taylor lunged to grab her ankles and yank her roughly off the apron and onto the floor.

Karisma growled when she watched Taylor slip out of the ring. She slapped the ring with her ass and bounced, looking to crawl away. She didn't mind missing, Taylor had been removed from her ring, but before she could do anything, The blue haired punk grabbed her ankles and gave Karisma a good yank. She gasped as she smacked into the hard ground below and groaned a bit, disoriented from hitting the less forgiving matted ground outside the ring.

"Let go of me!" Karisma growled to Taylor.

"Whatsa matter, shining staaaar?" Taylor taunted.

As soon as Karisma began to sit up, Taylor lunged at her and kicked straight out to plant her boot in her face and flatten her back out. Then, while Karisma was dealing with that, she stooped to grab a wrist and a handful of hair to drag her up to her feet and run her headfirst into the ring apron.

"At least I'm not in your ring, right?" She said. The ref had started counting, but it was low enough that it wasn't yet a priority in her mind.

Karisma was able to sit up and just as she was about to run her fingers through her hair and assess the situation, she took the hard boot to the face, putting her back on the ground once more. She blinked away the haze of the bright lights as her hand went to her head, only to have that wrist yanked and wrist grabbed, pulling her up like a rag doll and slammed into the ring apron. She heard Taylor's taunts and growled loudly, throwing her elbow backwards in a futile attempt to keep Taylor away from her. "Shut up!" She shouted with a frustrated growl.

Karisma's elbow thudded against Taylor's side and made her wince, but not hard enough to slow her down. She stepped behind Karisma and reached forward to lace her fingers in front of her face, over her nose and eyes and mouth. Then she jumped up and put her knees against the middle of Karisma's spine and fell onto her back pulling the diva down with her and cracking her back. She yanked sharply on her face on impact, just to hurt her neck a little more. It was a little cruel, maybe, but Taylor had had enough of fancy supermodel types thinking they were better than her.