Karisma Zahin Vs. Taylor Parker

Karisma only moaned as the crowd cheered and Taylor rolled her onto her back and she was flooded by the arena lights. She groaned as Taylor flopped onto her and hooked her leg. "Uhhh...."

Karisma felt the world run through her mind as the ref began to count. She really was going to lose in such a disgraceful way? To go from undefeated to embarrassed like this?

When the two count hit and the ref raised her hand for the final count, Karisma shot her hand up in the air to break the count. "NO!" She shouted, even as her arm flapped back down on the pat, Karisma panting hard against Taylor, whose weight was still on top of her.

"Awww." Taylor looked disappointed, but only for a moment. She didn't mind having a little more fun. "Have it your way, honey bun."

She put her hands above her shoulders, one on Karisma's stomach and the other on her generous chest, jackknifed her legs up over her and sprung up with a neat kip-up off of her opponent. She reached down to take hold of her head again, one hand under her chin and the other behind her head, and began to lead her back up to her feet.

She had to admit, her long, silky black hair was just begging to be pulled. It'd be so easy. But alas, she couldn't do that in a match. There were rules. If they fought outside the ring, though, she would never be able to stand up straight as Taylor would use that hair like a leash. Still, rules are rules for a reason.

Karisma grunted when she was used as a springboard. She was still panting from the abuse she had taken and the DDT had caused a mild bit of pain to run through her head. She sat up enough to be caught by Taylor and let the girl pull her up to her feet. She was feeling disoriented but she still knew how to make a fist. When she was up on her feet, she swung her fist forward, aiming to bury it into Taylor's stomach and hopefully catch her off guard.

Taylor grunted and doubled over halfway from Karisma's punch. It hurt, and she was all the more eager to retaliate for it. She raised an arm up over her head, and clubbed her forearm down across the Indian diva's back.

Maybe she was tougher than Taylor figured, but Karisma had no idea how tough Taylor was. It didn't matter how badly she managed to hurt her, she would never stop fighting. Eventually, Karisma would realize the next time she got pinned, she was better off just staying down.

Karisma smiled when she managed to double over Taylor. But the girl was feisty and the clubbing fist to the back, put Karisma onto her knees, her legs still wobbly from her disorientation. Karisma let out a frustrated growl and reached out to grab Taylor's skirt and hold onto it while she rammed her head into Taylor's belly. Maybe it was a stupid move, but Karisma wasn't exactly thinking her clearest at the moment.

Taylor spluttered something unintelligible while Karisma collided headfirst with her midsection. It took her so completely by surprise that she lost her balance and fell on her butt, one hand on her stomach.

"Ow! What the hell!" She scrambled back up to her knees and answered Karisma's desperate offensive with one of her own, grabbing for Karisma's head with one hand to pull her into an elbow strike from the other arm. The crowd gained some volume at the site of them tangling up on the mat. Taylor was sure that despite all the Japanese stuff about fighting spirit and honor and stuff, they really just wanted catfights.

Karisma watched as Taylor fell onto her butt. She needed to get some momentum going, but it was hard to manage for several reasons, most of them Taylor's incessant inability to stay put and take damage. Her own sluggishness not withstanding. Karisma grunted when the elbow was tossed, turning her head to try and deflect the blow enough. But it set her in another dizzy haze. Karisma reached out to try and grab one of Taylor's knees and yank it down so the blue haired girl was on the mat. it would be an awkward, ungraceful position, but the swan had exited the building some time ago. Now she was determined to get in gritty with Taylor if that's what it took to shut Taylor up.

Once she got Taylor on her back, all the Indian Jewel had to do was throw herself forward and drive her elbow into the tender part of Taylor's inner thigh, hopefully that would at least keep the blue haired punk squirming a bit.

"Ack!" Taylor fell back on her butt, and then onto her back as Karisma pulled her leg up. She propped herself up on her hands while she tried to pull her leg free, until she saw what Karisma was lining up.

"Nonono!" She waved a palm at her, but the elbow came anyway, stabbing into the softer part of her inner thigh and bending her knee sideways. She folded up to a sitting position and clutched at her leg.

"Owww, ow ow ow ow ow..." She whined. She tried to shove Karisma off so she could get away and get back up.

Karisma smirked as her elbow hit home. Such a sensitive area to drive into and the squeal that Taylor made was particularly satisfying. But she couldn't just keep her position as Taylor struggled to free herself. She'd found a target and now needed to work it over. Karisma moved with Taylor's shove and pulled herself up, grabbing Taylor's ankle as she shifted and threw her weight back down, this time looking to drop her knees down painfully on Taylor's leg.

"Aahhhh, gaawwd! C'mon, ow!" Taylor cried as her leg was battered again and bend against her knee. Being on her back against the bigger girl was already taking its toll, and her flight instinct kicked in, complete with butterflies in her stomach.

She coiled her legs in, trying to pull Karisma in toward her before kicking out as hard as she could to knock the girl back. At least it would give her time enough to scramble back to her feet and head for the ropes. Hopefully her leg would cooperate, she felt a sharp pain in her knee that made her a little nervous to find out what would happen if she tried to run on it.