Victory by knockout only
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If Erin was excited, then Karen was redefining the word. After putting down her much hated foe Alison Seong in a fashion that she was confident the opposing heavyweight wouldn’t be forgetting any time soon, the raven haired amazon simply knew such would be the first of many. Clad as ever in her LAW attire of tight fitting wrestling bra, matching gloves, pants and boots, the amazon emerged to the usual roar of disapproval with arms raised. As ever, she cared not for their reaction. This was her night. And her night alone.
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“I won’t lie to you fuckers...I’m in a good...no...I’m in a great mood...so much so...I’m gonna give you all a fucking show!”
Sliding her busty figure now finally into the ring, the amazon emerged with smile to her face, now finally bothering to actually look at the busty Irish beauty before her. Suddenly, her smile would go.
“W..Who the fuck are you...who the fuck is this?!” Hand waving out as if she was talking to the audience, Karen showed no issue with closing the distance with the redhead; a sharp finger prodding into Erin’s collarbone. “You lost, you dense bitch?”
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Erin couldn’t help but chuckle as her foe made her entrance and addressed the crowd. From the looks of it Karen’s ego was as big as she was. The redhead would enjoy knocking her down a peg or two. She wasn’t about to let anyone stand in her way of the finals no matter how much larger they were than her.
She watched as Karen approached her, a bit confused by her gestures. She raised an eyebrow when she was poked by her opponent. Ever confident though, Erin just replied to her foe with a grin. “Ain’t lost. I’m the bitch who’s gonna kick your ass.” she said as if the outcome was obvious.
“So...why don’t you get in your corner so we could start already, unless you’re better at talking shit than wrestling.” Erin would give Karen a quick shove. She noticed her foe was perhaps a bit harder to move than she anticipated but the fact barely phased her. The redhead brought her palm to her fist, getting ready to dish out a beatdown.
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“So much charisma. This your first week?” Not at all impressed that the Irish beauty didn’t pay the amazon the respect she thought she deserved, Karen’s wandering finger would raise as it seemed to aim for Erin’s cheek, before a firm push from the redhead made her take a step back.
“That’s a shame. I sort of like redheads. I’ll make sure these fuck-heads know which room to send flowers to at the hospital..” Hand once more referring to the crowd, an extended hand would offer not a hand to shake, but a middle finger to the beauty before her, as Karen indeed found her corner. She complied for the moment, and was even smiling, but underneath, the raven haired powerhouse was already contemplating torturing this figure in ways that made her treatment of Alison seem tepid.
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Erin actually had to think for a moment. She hadn’t been around for terribly long but it wasn’t her first week. “Nah...but I guess I haven’t been here toooo long.” She replied. Not long after she was given the finger and had to keep herself from laughing out loud. At the very least she appreciated her foe’s confidence.
“Yeah yeah keep yapping. I’ve heard it all before.” The Irish brawler said, rolling her eyes at Karen’s comments. She took them a lot less seriously than she probably should have. Even she could tell though that this was going to be a rough match. She sighed as she watched Karen retreat to her corner. This wasn’t going to be nearly as friendly of a match as she would have wanted.
Patiently Erin waited in the corner for the bell to ring. She was eager to show Karen that she wasn’t someone to be taken lightly. As soon as she heard the bell she was off to the center of the ring. “Alright, show me that you’re more than some big bitch with a mouth.” The redhead yelled, trying to goad her opponent.
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“Oh..oh that’s really...embarrassing...I don’t really give a fuck how long you’ve been here..” Karen growled, her confident smile turning into a purely dark one, as the time came for violence. With the bell ringing and the time for purely words over, Karen would close the distance to her foe rather quickly, before too beginning to circle. She had no clue how the slightly smaller figure would fight, and needed to be wary. Confidence was one thing, but there was no way she was going to lose the second round of a tournament from such.
“Amuse me then..you little cretin..” Hands outstretched, quickly figuring that making her foe come to her would be the best course of action to figuring out her fighting style.
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While Erin usually liked to just test her strength against her opponent at the beginning of the match, this time as a bit different. After Karen’s previous comments the redhead wasn’t in the mood for games. She was here for one reason only and that was to knock Karen out. That would also have the added benefit of shutting her up, something Erin couldn’t wait to do.
“How’s this for amusing?” Erin yelled as she aimed a hard punch towards her opponent’s gut. There was no question about what Erin’s tactic was. One way or another she was looking to leave the amazon breathless. Her first attempt at achieving that goal would be to just pummel her foe.
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To her further limitless fury, Erin didn’t take the bait. At least, not in the way Karen wanted.
Fully intending to either deck the girl or simply ragdoll the smaller figure in what she suspected to be a test of strength, Karen would extend her right hand too slowly and too early to grab a hand never even offered to her, as it instead went low.
“GHH!” Punch hitting solid, but unprepared abs, Karen let loose a loud and somewhat embarrassing grunt given such was the first interaction in the match. Her eyes wide not in pain but in fury, Karen would respond by sending her other arm up and across; trying to slap the taste of out the Irish figure’s mouth with a back-handed slap!
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Erin was glad to land the first hit of the match and even happier to hear Karen’s reaction. It was clear that she wasn’t happy. Erin wasn’t expecting her opponent’s reaction though. She was expecting the woman to either crumble to the floor or hit back, not try to slap her.
The redhead was hit right on the side of her face with the back of Karen’s hand. The sharp sound could be heard throughout the arena. “Haaah!” Erin yelped and reeled back, grabbing her now red face in pain. If her opponent wanted to trade blows though then Erin would gladly oblige. She wasn’t about to slap someone in a knockout match though.
Erin would come back and swing at Karen’s head. It wasn’t particularly graceful but the redhead was ready to brawl, not dance.
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With her slap upon Erin’s cheek creating a resounding, satisfying sound, Karen’s smile grew amidst her furious glare, as she sought to continue. Watching and moving as Erin tended to her red face, Karen apparently had little intention of giving Erin time to respond. Finding a arm raised up and across at her regardless, the usually ungraceful amazon would attempt to duck under it; already annoyed that Erin had surprising power for her size, and more than happy to avoid another great blow from her foe this early.
Pressing her shoulder against her foe, she’d straighten up now that she was safe from her foes long-hooks, as her frame tied up with Erin’s for a early lock-up!
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Erin’s punch sailed right over her opponent’s head. This gave Karen plenty of time to close the distance between her and Erin. The redhead found herself going toe to toe with her larger counterpart and would lock up with her. The two weren’t terribly different in size but while they were both up close the difference became more apparent to Erin. The redhead was far from intimidated though and couldn’t help but take the mere fact that someone bigger than her existed as a challenge.
Erin would quickly try to correct her previous mistake by attempting to cause some pain to her opponent this time. She attempted to go in and wrap her arms around Karen’s frame and squeeze her hard in a tight hug. After getting slapped not to long ago she was still wary of Karen and wanted to just twist around and throw the woman to the ground.
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Closing the distance with the somewhat spry Irish beauty, Karen locked her hands tight to Erin’s hips, pressing her giant bosom into the beauties own heavy set, seemingly preparing her posture for a takedown or further. To her horror, or more annoyance, Erin opted for something other than simply playing prey to the amazons move set, as she embraced Karen in an effort to crush her!
“GHh...You for real?!” Karen would roar, releasing her hands and raising them to her opponents long locks, not at all having issue with the idea of pulling on Erin’s hair. Already the referee would be in motion; warning the more furious powerhouse of her bending of the rules, with Karen baring her teeth given the close proximity and squeezing pressure down on her curvy sides and back.
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“Real as it gets.” Erin commented. She focused her effort on keeping her grip around the amazon, her arms digging into the woman’s sides. She was ready to show Karen what happened when she gave it her all. Soon though she found herself in a less than fun situation, gasping as her hair was pulled.
If there was one thing Erin really hated it was having her hair pulled. It was a cheap trick and not particularly pleasant for the redhead. “Ugh...HAIR!” She yelled, quickly getting the attention of the referee who gave Karen a warning equally as quick. The Irish brawler’s expression had turned to a scowl and she was eager to do some damage. Gritting her teeth she’d tighten her grip on Karen, squeezing with all her might. Then suddenly she twisted in an attempt to get her foe off balance and through Karen down to the mat.
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Karen’s efforts to pull a few locks from Erin’s head quickly cost her it seemed, as the Irish beauty attempted to pay her back with a tightness to her squeeze that any other day, might have broke Karen there and then!
“GHHH!” Head shooting back as Erin compressed her body, Karen’s urge to push forward after such a win over her hated rival Alison Seong in their first match encounter kept her going for the moment. It didn’t however, prevent Erin twisting her to the mat! Her hands released both from agony and the referees warning, Karen attempted to shake her frame in both defiance and to perhaps force some space, annoyed and then some the smaller figure held her so. Her situation would turn a shade worse though as she found herself roaring out, as the Irish beauty dumped her to the canvas like a handful of dirty washing, and not before pressing the wind from her first!
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Through a series of twists and shakes Erin managed to throw her opponent down to the mat and watched as Karen landed with a thud. “Whew. Tossed ya like a salad huh?” The redhead teased. She sighed and took a deep breath. It had taken a surprising amount of effort to move Karen, and Erin was starting to understand why Law had weight divisions. Being on the larger side of the middleweights she was usually able to toss her foe’s around with relative ease. A little thing like that wasn’t about to stop her from reaching the top though. Erin took a step forward and looked down at her opponent, grinning from ear to ear. “Well let’s go again!” She said eagerly.
Erin reached down to grab Karen by her hair and pull her up. She would attempt to take hold of her opponent’s arm and throw her towards the ropes. It would take a little effort but the redhead intended to get Karen moving and quickly follow her, waiting until she turned around to land a solid clothesline and bring Karen back down to the mat. She figured that would knock the woman down a peg.
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Slammed to the canvas, Erin may have struggled with the weight and extra size of Karen in shifting her, but such only added to the effect of her move. With the amazon laying flat to her back, with great chest rising with every deep breath she took, Karen would be forced up somewhat briskly by her arm, apparently with little desire from Erin to have the raven haired figure rest up.
Grunting as she came to her knees, then her legs from that hard yank of her arm, it would only be when Erin began to manoeuvre the figure did Karen force a reply. Forced a few steps past Erin as she attempted the Irish whip, Karen would attempt to use the grip against her somewhat, by latching a hand upon the arm that bound her.
Taking but a step, Karen would attempt to use the momentum to pivot onto her extended foot, and instead send Erin rushing forward! Yanking as roughly as she could upon the Irish beauties arm, with full intention of taking her head off in return if and when she came back!
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Not wanting Karen to have too much time to recover, Erin grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to her feet. “Come on, get up!” She would say as she hauled her larger foe up. Erin soon attempted to toss her opponent towards the ropes, and for a brief moment thought she was successful. She quickly found herself being dragged in the same direction as Karen though. “Hey waaaait!” Erin yelled as she felt herself being pulled forward. Her momentum would take her and as Karen stopped and turned, she found herself being thrown full force towards the ropes.
Erin was forced to run almost full speed towards the ropes, finally slowing down as she rebounded off of them. The Irish brawler was heading right towards Karen and the next thing Erin knew her vision went black. What she assumed was a few moments later she found herself laying back on the canvas and looking up at the ceiling while the crowd cheered. She groaned as slowly the redhead rolled over onto her side. “Uhhgg...She hit’s like a fucking truck.” Erin mumbled to herself, still reeling from what she now remembered to be a devastating clothesline.
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Whenever Karen hit a move on the mark, she couldn’t resist goading. Even more so when she had literally reversed an attack from her foe, and returned with an exact one of her own.
“WOOO. HOW THE FUCK DO YOU LIKE THAT?” Fists to her side as the barely muscular amazon flexed, stomping her feet a few times like a primal beast, Karen’s unclenching hands soon came down to the downed Irish beauty. Stepping with Erin as to keep the figures back to her front, Karen would attempt to hook her right arm under the Irish beauties own, whilst the other came over the other shoulder of her foe.
Yanking her foe forcibly to her knees, that is, if Erin didn’t stir quicker than she had hoped, Karen would flex her mighty arms together, applying pressure to Erin's neck whilst at the same time wrenching her arm. It may have been the first time she had used this particular maneuver, but given the amazon had held such a posture many a time before, it was hardly a weakly applied move; the crowd left watching the easily-more likable Erin begin to suffer, as Karen opted to add a half-nelson choke to her repertoire!
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Erin shook her head, still feeling the effects of taking a hard hit. Slowly she pushed herself up onto all fours as Karen took some time to taunt her. The redhead would do her best to ignore the other wrestler though. No matter what anyone said, Erin knew she was going to floor Karen one way or another. As far as she was concerned Karen was just full of a bit more hot air than some of the smaller wrestlers she had faced. “Alright, I’m not gonna let a little hit keep me down.” Erin said, taking a deep breath soon after as she tried to get back into the match.
Karen understandably wasn’t going to let Erin take as much time as she wanted. Soon the redhead felt her opponent hook an arm under hers and lock her into a half nelson. Her face contorted in discomfort as she felt a growing pressure on her neck. “Uggghhh...let go!” Erin yelled after being pulled to her knees. The Irish brawler would shake around and try to pull away in an attempt to slip out of Karen’s grip. Eventually she’d try to twist and drive her free elbow into her foe’s ribs.
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