A Duel Between Divas: Aisha vs. Candy Cane

[Lunaspark]

That brief moment was all Aisha needed.

Candy was able to catch Aisha and pin her against the ring apron, but her hubris was the redhead's undoing. While she was showing off and gesturing to the crowd, the taller woman was taking a deep breath, steadying her nerves and preparing her own attack.

By the time Rebecca turned her attention back to Aisha, the diva was ready. Her own arms came up, giving Candy a sudden and rough shove backwards, away from herself. Then, Aisha lunged forward, swinging her fist straight towards Candy. She aimed low, straight for the bare midsection of the younger girl, trying to bury her fist deep into the stomach of the redhead.

[Devastated]

As her head turned and she had that hand ready to smack it down hard across those large tits of Aisha...the tan-skinned woman shoved her back hard, causing Candy Cane to stumble and work a bit extra hard to find her footing and not embarrassingly fall down onto her rear. Though maybe that would have been better for her as when she found her footing she also found something else.

A gloved fist dug into her midsection and caused Candy Cane to gasp out in pain, silent scream escaping her lips as she staggered back a step, hunched over with her right arm wrapped around her midsection as her left hand went down onto her left knee to keep herself up right. "Ugh..*cough*.." She rasped out in pain as she wheezed and tried to get air back into her body.

[Lunaspark]

Oh, this was perfect. In a split-second, the tables had turned, and Aisha was suddenly in control of things. She couldn't help but smile as Candy doubled over, grinning at the sight of the redhead put into her place.

But oh, Aisha was far from done with her.

The diva stepped forward and reached out, grabbing Candy by each of her pigtails. "Teach you to pull someone's hair, girl," she grumbled, gripping each one tightly in her hands. She gave Candy a hard yank afterwards, pulling her slightly to the side, and then, the diva would flex her arms and swing Candy hard by her pigtails, trying to send the schoolgirl flying into the barricade separating them from the nearby audience members.

[Devastated]

Candy Cane was grabbed by her pig-tails and with it she was soon yanked hard, stumbling around on her feet as she was kept doubled over. Her hands quickly moved up to grasp at Aisha's wrists and tried to pull those hands off of her hair, wincing as she felt her hair being pulled and that burning sensation in her roots starting to form.

"Aaah! L-let goo!!" She shouted out in defiance as she was then swung around with a lot of force and sent back first crashing right into the barricade. There was a loud clunking sound as flesh met steel and then a thud as Candy's frame dropped down onto her side by the barricade. She writhed against the barricade and arched her back, kicking her heel back in in anger against the divider between the wrestlers and the crowd"

[Lunaspark]

Aisha could hear the referee counting behind her, yelling at the two divas to get back into the ring, but the American didn't give a shit. Not while she had Candy laid out on the floor. No, she planned on making the most of every second that she had with the redhead.

As Candy turned in her direction, Aisha took two quick steps towards her, drawing back her leg as she neared the floored punk. Taking a page out of Candy's own book from earlier, Aisha pulled back her leg, then fired off a quick, hard kick towards the center of Candy's chest, aiming squarely for the girl's generous bosom.

[Devastated]

Candy Cane was starting to pull herself up towards a seated position, groaning as she shook her head a bit. She blinked a few times and arched her back off of the barricade. Pushing her generous rack out and into the air. Which was when her eyes caught the sight of Aisha running at her. That leg smacking right into her pushed out chest and slamming her back into the barricade again. " Guahkh!" Candy Cane grunted out a cough as spittle left her lips.

Slumping down against the barricade a bit as she brought her hands up towards her chest holding it and coughing out as she shook her head and groaned. Things had turned on her rather quickly...and this felt a fair bit more familiar. Aisha putting the hurt one her, not that her putting the hurt on Aisha wasn't familiar...but the back on forth was something that Candy Cane remembered quite well now.

[Lunaspark]

Aisha backed off after her blow connected, grinning down at Candy. She was breathing hard, still reeling from Candy's earlier unrelenting assault, but she was feeling better, especially now that the redhead was down on the floor. She bounced up and down on her heels, and even let out a brief laugh as she shook her head down at Candy.

"Come on, red! This dance is just getting started!"

She stepped back in, and leaned back down, reaching out to grab Candy by her wrists and help her back up onto her feet again. She leaned back, pulling the rocker up to her feet once more...but once Candy was standing, the diva immediately went back on the attack.

She shoved Candy against the barricade, so that she'd be leaning against it, and then her arm drew back. Just like Candy had attempted earlier, Aisha was aiming a nice, hard chop to the center of the redhead's chest, but unlike what the punk had done, there was no showboating in Aisha's actions, just a single swift blow aimed right into the upper body of the younger woman.

[Devastated]

Becky groaned out and panted for air as she glared up at he visage of Aisha, with the light behind her in that manner and the woman towering over her, she sure looked intimidating...though it seemed as if that would apply to anyone, yet...it probably was also a bit extra cause it was Aisha of all people. She soon took a firm hold of Candy Cane's wrist and yanked the punk-rocker up towards her feet. She struggled and grunted out in frustration as her arms were draped over the barricade and leaned against it.

Her pained back forcing to be arched a bit over the edge as the crowd cheered and howled at the action. Then it came. That sharp stinging feeling that felt as if someone had driven a million tiny needles through your skin. That smack that echoed and then caused the crowd nearby them to collectively wince out in sympathy. A red mark formed on the cleavage of the buxom punk rocked as she winced out and gasped in pain. Her right foot stomping down against the floor a few times as she tried to bare the pain.

[Lunaspark]

Aisha was feeling good now. She was feeling more than good. She was feeling great. Candy might have been in control at the start, but this was Aisha's match now. The American diva was in control and she wasn't going to relinquish that control for anything.

"Call me Beyoncé again! I dare you!" Aisha shouted, as she drew her arm back a second time. Just like before, she swung as hard as she could at Candy's chest, a hard chop aimed straight for the same spot that she had aimed before, the same spot she had been working on every since the kick.

[Devastated]

Candy Cane panted out as she glared at Aisha through a pained and tired face, sweat had started to form upon her brow as she scowled with her piercing blue eyes fixed upon Aisha who was really working her over right now. The match had really done a complete 180 from how it had been just a few short moments ago.

The Canadian mad a vow to let Aisha taste pain this match, she grit her teeth and braced as she saw that arm be drawn back a second time. Holding her breath to deal with the pain that was about to come as she gnashed her teeth together. That chop came and through closed jaws and teeth a loud wincing cry out pain escaped as she leaned forward a bit. Aisha was really working over her chest...which was unusually cruel considering Aisha had slightly bigger rack between the two.