White-Out

It was a creepy thought in itself, that somehow Karen Starring had gotten worse. The Karen that stepped foot into AFW was a ruthless bitch, one who would happily go overboard in every scenario not only in an effort to achieve victory, but to outright hurt her foe. Often, the pretence of a match was not even required.

And yet somehow, she had gotten worse.

The feeling against this beauty too was one remembered by Karen. In their first match, she had crushed the sense from her foe in a posture resembling this. In their second, Sandy had her place. For this third encounter, it was very obvious which way Karen intended this to go. Grabbing a hold of her hair, it took every bit of Karen to resist trying to render her toothless. She'd likely fall unconscious from such, after all.

But before she could even muster whatever she intended, Sandy introduced the front of her skull. Forehead meeting forehead, Karen's daze would become apparent as she slumbered off the Giantess, falling to her side. She was durable, even more so than her first tenure in AFW. But not a woman made of iron could brace against an assault they couldn't even fathom was possible.

"You...fucking little cunt...!" She'd roar, latching her hands to Sandy's ankles both, in an effort to prevent her crawling away. She was far from done, but right now, the blur in her eyes prevented her going any further.

Sandy was irate at this point. She had wanted to finish things with Karen at some point. She was one of few rivals that she didn't have the honor of conclusively outshining. They were still one for one, after all. In no manner did The Giantess see herself being bested by Starring, in the ring or elsewhere. Everyone else she had wrestled and beaten had learned to respect or fear her in some capacity. At least to the point where the chances of a backstage attack was near nill. Yet here she was, under the body of her fellow black haired beauty, still reeling from this assault.

In an act of defiance, White viciously headbutt her aggressor! The force of the blow, created enough distance that Sandy could at least try to sit up. But as she did, the familiar sound of Starring cursing at her. Before Sandy could roll, the amazon would place hands on Sandy's ankles, preventing her from getting up or crawling away.

"Tch-!" Sandy would utter in protest. She had preferred to settle things the old fashioned way, but in situations that called for it, she'd fall back on the wrestling background she had trained in before beginning this phase of her life of beating women down in the ring. White would attempt to pull with her legs. If Karen maintained her grip, she'd yank the woman's upper body onto her person. From here, she'd attempt to grab one of her rival's arms and a handful of her hair before snaking her legs around the woman's arm and neck for an attempt at a Triangle choke!

The old Karen would of likely stumbled back, and taken a moment longer than you'd expect a woman of her size to recover. The new Karen, fuelled not only by a monstrous rage and desire for revenge, but by months in the gym, was considerably quicker to the punch. She'd grip Sandy's ankles with a grip that told the beauty she was going no-where, so much so that Sandy soon accepted her fate. And instead, attempted to make Karen regret it!

"I'm gonna..enjoy tearing your fucking head off.." She'd mutter, even as those noticeable thighs began to snake around her head and neck. Karen would take note of course, but already begin to motion herself into the posture for a counter; her frame already wishing for freedom from the savoury mattress that was Sandy's body.

Forcing her free legs up, she'd begin to bring them closer as her hands fought to prevent Sandy's legs tightening. Gripping upon the body that gripped her, Karen's face would suddenly turn a shade sterner. Roaring as she moved, she'd try to hoist the giantess straight off the mat via her own choke hold, looking to deliver something of a dead lift power bomb on the beauty!