Karen Starring VS Aisha-A Voluptuous Collision !!!

Karen was locked in tight. Usually she'd be happy with the regular bearhug, but Aisha had been mouthing off all match, and Karen felt it was well deserved. Her impressive chest was laying ontop of Aisha's, her waist too pressing down hard. She'd look to hook her legs around Aisha's, in a weak scissors of sorts, to truly pin her mouthy opponent against her.

To Karen now the question wasn't how would Aisha break out. It was how many ribs she'd have to break before her opponent either passed out or gave up.

The scissors were the last straw. There was no escape from this hold, and it was abundantly clear, as unimaginable, insane pressure began squeezing Aisha into nothing. Karen's power only seemed to grow with each passing moment, and the space between her arms only grew smaller and smaller. Aisha could feel ribs straining, cracking, threatening to break, and she knew that her career was on the line. This woman would end her and not have a single regret.

She closed her eyes, brought her hand up, and weakly tapped out on the monstrous woman's shoulders. The referee couldn't call for the bell soon enough.

Karen's hold must of been absolute torture. To top off the mild scissors and crushing bearhug, Karen's entire hefty frame was pressing down on Aisha, with near no part of her body resting on the mat. It was no surprise to anyone that the hold became too much-hell, Karen's bearhug was often enough to finish a match, let alone the rest.

Karen released her arms immediately upon the tap, taking a deep breath. She herself had began to redden from the sheer pressure she was putting in. She lay a second, her full body still on Aisha. She considered further torturing her mouthy foe, but being crushed to a tapout was considered punishment enough. She'd eventually bring herself onto a knee, cruelly pressing it into Aisha's stomach, before bringing herself off her opponent, to a full stand.

Aisha was, of course, considerably slower to get up than Karen. It was just because of the pain, but that was a large part of it.

Her headached. Her back ached. Her leg ached. Everything ached. She felt like a giant, walking bag of crushed and broken bones, and it was hard to do anything that didn't cause her at least some degree of physical pain. She stared up at the lights for a moment, before she tried to sit, got halfway, then flopped back down once more. Her body was revolting.

But there was the mental pain, too. Another lose. Not quite as humiliating as the one she suffered against Liberty, but far closer than her liking, and against a first year rookie, too. Not something that would ever look good on her match list.

After a little while longer, she started to roll out of the ring, trying to get out under the bottom ropes, while silmultaneously doing her best to not even look at Karen.

Karen kept her hands on her hips, breathing controllably as the crowd gave a reign of mostly boos. She kept her eyes focused on Aisha, pulling her arm from the referee when she tried to raise her hand. "Go on bitch, say something now.." she muttered to herself, ready to pounce on her cocky foe and go to town on her.

To her almost disappointment however, Aisha kept silent, not even looking at her as she simply rolled away. Karen gave a dark smile in response, and raised her right arm in victory.

Winner By Submission: Karen Starring