High Stakes! High Risk! High Reward! (Estela vs Aisha)

It was stressful for Estela, knowing that the briefcase was right there within her grasp but before she could reach it and attain the money and fame it had and represented she had to make it past Aisha. Thinking of ways to shove the girl down and off of the ladder, Estela was too slow in deciding on what to do as Aisha took a hold of her neck. Her eyes widened, hand gripping tightly on the ladder as she anticipated a suplex attempt.

However, Aisha just held on, wrenching on the neck as she kept the front headlock! Estela began gasping for air as she held onto the ladder, in fear of falling off. Eventually however, she knew that she had to do something other than just stand there as she attempted to punch Aisha in the sides to try and free herself!

Aisha had been giving it her all and now with the briefcase so close she could almost touch it. However, this didn't seem like it was going to work out as well as she had thought as she had locked Estella into a small hold, trying to suplex her. Instead she now getting punched repeatedly, unable to block or stop it. Bruises were forming now and Aisha was losing balance.

With one last hit, her legs gave way, beginning to fall off the ladder. Still though she was holding on to Estella, attempting to bring her down off the side with her., the ladder now becoming dangerously shaky and wobbly.

Estela would swing her fist with wild desperation as she knew if Aisha had her way, the fall from the ladder was going to catastrophic for her. She managed to make some progress against Aisha, causing her opponent to weaken and slip off of the ladder. But there laid the problem, Estela was still hooked around her head as her eyes widened, being forced to follow as Aisha got lower on the ladder, tilting Estela off of the ladder as it became difficult for Estela to continue punching!

Estela didn't have the leverage or power to woman-mode up and keep Aisha from falling, the strain on her back was too much as she fell off with Aisha, twisting in mid air to crash on her back! The ladder tipped the opposite direction as both women pummeled to the mat, Estela flopping off of the mat as her face was twisted in pain!

As the two fell Aisha would land straight on to her side, bouncing up onto her back as her body hurt. Her arm was more so in pain, having landed on it in a rather painful looking fashion that surely didn't at all. Now clutching her arm, she looked over to Estela, the ladder in between the two, trying to find out how to go from there. Whatever strength she had was going into keeping her conscious.

Arching off of the mat with her feet planted right into the ground, the fans let out cries of shock with the nasty landing of the two. It hurt, a lot. The pain shooting through her body was overwhelming her as she slowly rolled over onto her stomach, panting heavily as her body was drenched in sweat. Looking from the mat with her cheek firmly pressed against it, she saw Aisha past the ladder as she was in no better shape than she was.

The crash landing hurt much more that missing a delivery from the high risk district as Estela began to crawl towards the ladder. Crawl was the wrong word, more like drag herself slowly towards the ladder. If she had stayed on the mat, inaction would've caused her body to stop moving and allowed pain to take over. She couldn't have that. Estela wanted to win at all cost!

Aisha watched as Estela began to crawl ever so slowly to the ladder. She couldn't let her get the upper hand. The pinkette had already been left mostly behind in the match, the emerald haired woman having out smarted and out matched her and it was looking like Estela may as well pull it off. Yet Aisha couldn't let this up, crawling forward and dragging her body along, trying to grab on to her opponents legs and hold her back.

Gasping and panting as she continued to pull herself towards the ladder, dragging her exhausted body across the mat as she grabbed on to the bottom rung of the ladder. She looked up the ladder and never before a ladder seemed taller, it looked like it stretched on and on with the briefcase practically hanging from space. It was intimidating, it was going to be even more exhausting and her body was going to be aching for days and maybe weeks to come, but Estela wasn't going to quit. Before she had a chance to pull herself up, she felt something pulling on her foot as she looked back, seeing that Aisha was right back on her.

Growling, the woman didn't know when to give up as she began to struggle, trying to rip her leg free from Aisha while trying to pull herself up the rungs to try and escape. She barely got any distance with her fatigue and Aisha holding on to her....

Aisha bit her lip as Estela kept on pushing her away. More and more, she kept creeping up over the green haired girl and trying to overcome the soreness of her body and the resistance that she faced from her opponent whom was still willing herself to continue this match as well. This was a bitter fight to the end for a great cash prize, of which both would fight and do anything now to best the other and it seemed like Aisha had a plan, getting atop of Estella, sliding her body over her and going straight into a Stepover Toehold Facelock.

Estela continued to pull herself towards the ladder, trying her best to pull herself away from Aisha with her eyes locked on the briefcase hanging above the ring that held the prize money that would be a very next addition to her wallet. However, as much as she pulled on the ladder, Aisha's grip would not break from her leg as Estela continued to struggle. But even struggling at this point was difficult for Estela, her leg only amount to what looked like flopping with each attempts to free herself.

It only got worse from there as Aisha got on top of her back, Aisha's weight effectively ended Estela's attempts to get away as her leg was twisted up with Aisha's as she was locked in a STF! "Hrrrrrrruuu!" she immediately groaned out, her head being pulled back and forcing her body to bend in painful fashion as she clawed on the mat to try and get out of this hold!

Aisha kept up the hold up for as long as she could, pulling it nice and snug, tightening the pain that could be caused from such a hold. It was to the point of near exertion, rolling off of her once she was done, knocking herself into a ladder as she did so. There was a bit of blood on her lip, cut from the match so far, barely remembering when she received it, simply wiping the blood into her arm.


A hand reached for said ladder, trying and somewhat failing to get her self back up.