Keep It On the Down Low...

Tiffany wasn't the fastest girl on the AFW roster, and Aisha knew that without even knowing more than half of her new coworkers. She was big type, emphasis on power, and she hadn't exactly been relying on quick reflexes and agility in their last match. Her messed up 'Tiffany Buster' came to mind. Sure, she'd have a better measure of Aisha now, but that would only get her so far.

She thought that at least two of her punches would've gotten through. None of them did. She landed some solid shots on the cowgirl's guard, but nothing substantial and nothing that stopped her from pulling Aisha in close and hitting with a quick knee to the stomach.

Aisha gasped as the blow crashed into her toned and taut belly, staggering away a few steps, but she regained her composure soon enough. They were still fighting on their feet. Still in her comfort zone. She could handle this.

She moved back in and threw a quick jab at Tiffany's face, trying to get her to fall back into the pattern and cover up. The blow didn't have any real force behind it, though. Simply a fient. Before it even had a chance to connect, Aisha dropped down and tried to throw a right hook into Tiffany's sides, seeing if she could get in a little bone damage.

As Aisha came in, Tiffany brought her guard up high again as she saw the other woman start to flick the hand forward.

Only, this time there was no impact against her arms. Instead the blow crashed low, into her left side. Now it was Tiffany's turn to reel backwards a few steps away from the force of Aisha's fist. However, the blonde recovered quickly. Facing towards Aisha, she take a step back towards her foe, lashing out with a boot aimed at her chest, trying to knock Sistah A down to the mat!

One of these days, Aisha would learn not to get so cocky and hesitate when the situation called for a fair deal of hesitation. She'd hold back, take her time, and work with her opponent, instead of relying so much on the offense. She'd become a more intelligent, more patient wrestler.

But that day wasn't today.

Today she underestimated just how quick Tiffany could recover from her blows, rushed in to capitalize, reared back for a right hook, and wound up taking a Red Sonya-styled boot to her bare chest. She immediately got dropped flat on her back with her hair splayed about and her eyes shut tight, as her hands came up to nurse the aching spot betwen her breasts. Not the best way to take it.

Rubbing at her side where Aisha had struck her, Tiffany considered the fallen Rose. The woman hit above her weight class, a fact that the Texan was aware of, and made to respect, during their last match.

*Keep on her. Her strikes won't be as bad if she can't throw them from a standin' position!* the cowgirl thought to herself.

Trying to move behind where Aisha was lying, Tiffany would drop to one knee by the dark skinned girl's head. Her arms would go to the Rumble Rose's head, trying to pull her into a sitting position before the cowgirl went to apply a sleeper hold.

"Here you go, girl, get comfy...." Tiffany would say softly into Aisha's ear if she managed to lock in her hold, her breath blowing lightly over the other woman's skin....

Careless. Completely careless.

If Aisha had thought she'd have the time for it, she would've given herself a slap on the face for getting taken down that quick and that hard. Yeah, Tiffany was good, but she should've known better to walk into a setup like that. Rookie move - spar or no spar, she had to do better.

Aisha started to sit up, intent on doing just that, when she felt Tiffany behind her - even though she was new to this sort of matchup, she realized just how bad that could potentially be. An arm circled around her neck, locked tight, and Aisha was trapped before she had a chance of escape. Caught, with her back rubbing against Tiffany's soft and supple breasts. Their hairs mingling and tangling around each other. That hot, steamy breath flowing over her skin...

Aisha lost herself for a moment, even started to moan, but she quickly cut it off when she realized how much trouble she was having with the whole 'breathing' thing. Sensuous or not, a hold was still a hold, and she needed to escape this one for more reasons than usual.

She started to struggle, thrashing from side to side, and she tried to put her feet on the floor so she could stand up and force Tiffany to rise with her.

As Aisha moaned, Tiffany smiled to herself. The erotic aspect of this kind of of thing made even seasoned veterans act like rookies if they didn't know what they were getting into.

Pressing her front into Aisha's back as the other woman began to rise, Tiffany kept one arm at her opponent's neck continuing to lay in pressure with the sleeper. The other, however, went to Aisha's chest, cupping the Dancing Sista's right breast through that sinful outfit and squeezing it sensually.

"Aw...don't be in such a rush to leave, darlin'." she crooned huskily into Aisha's ear before licking it briefly.

Her one armed sleeper wasn't as dangerous as it could've been if she had kept both arms there. But, it did give her other.....options. Aisha would discover this as the cowgirl's other hand began to move over the Rose's breast, her palm rubbing against the nipple through the fabric of the Sista A outfit in an attempt to arouse Aisha, and distract her from trying to break the hold.

Aisha couldn't respond to what Tiffany said earlier, mostly because of the lack of oxygen getting into her body. There was also the fact that she still saw the cowgirl as a rival, and she didn't want to cede too much ground, at least not in the middle of a match. But, take those factors away, and Aisha would've had to give her a positive answer: Yes. She was getting very comfortable.

That only got worse - or better - when Tiffany's other hand went to work on her breast. Her fingers were strong and sturdy, but there was a gentle caress to them as well. Prodding at her breast. Kneading it like dough. Working her away like there wasn't evn any fabric between her and the bare skin. It was all too clear that the cowgirl knew her way around the female form, almost down to a science. And Aisha? Right now, she was the test subject.

She shivered as a dexterous tongue grazed along her ear, and she could feel her body start to melt in Tiffany's grasp. Needless to say, she was extremely glad she hadn't jumped into this with an official match - this was not the image she wanted to throw out to the public. But here, in privacy, maybe she could just give in...

No. No.

No way was she giving it up that easy. It was hard, unbelievably difficult, but Aisha managed to summon enough wherewithal to bring her elbow out and swing it around behind her, trying to hit Tiffany's side for a quick escape.

"Ungh!"

Tiffany gave a pained grunt as Aisha slammed her elbow into the cowgirl's side. She staggered back, releasing Aisha from the sleeper.

"Aw, and here I thought I was being nice." Tiffany said as she rubbed a hand over her side.

Well it looked like the former Rose wasn't the kind to simply melt from a few caresses and whispered words. Still, she had been distracted for a moment. Tiffany could relate. The Texan's first brush with hentai wrestling was a lesson on trying focus past the pleasure in order to keep herself in the match. Her stubborn nature helped in that regard. Aisha had found something similar, for the moment which was good for the dancer. Maybe not so much for Tiff, but that was ok. She would've been disappointed if Aisha just gave in right at the start.

Readying herself Tiffany waited for Aisha to get back to her feet....

"Yeah, yeah," Aisha spoke through breathless gasps, trying to hide the trembling in her voice. "That's southern hospitality for you."

'Nice'. That was't quite the word she would use for the way Tiffany had been to her. 'Hot'. 'Smoldering'. 'Insanely sexy'. Those fit far better, and she knew there was more of it to come. Now she was realizing the danger behind this sort of match. She wasn't just fighting Tiffany, but her own body, rebelling against natural urges and trying to keep an even keel. It was a fight she wasn't sure she could win, but one she was desperate to try.

Aisha spun around and dropped to a knee, as she shoke her head and attempted to regain some focus. Heads up, eyes forward. Don't stare at the breasts. At least, no more than she had to.

She sprung into action and came back at Tiffany, swinging her right leg around for two quick roundhouse kicks - one aimed at the side of her knee, the other raised higher, going for her head.

As Aisha was kneeling, Tiffany began moving towards her, intent on seizing a hold of her opponent to pull her close.

However, she never got the chance. Aisha regained her footing faster that Tiffany had guessed, springing back to a standing position. Pulling up short, the cowgirl tried to get her guard up to block what she thought was going to be a punch. However, Aisha brought her feet into play, kicking twice in succession. The first kick caught her in the side of the knee, dragging out a brief grunt of shocked pain, before the second caught her in the side of the head!

Wobbling slightly for a moment, Tiffany would eventually topple backwards to land on her back, facing up towards the ceiling....