A Duel Between Divas: Aisha vs. Candy Cane

[Lunaspark]

Aisha was rolled back into the mat, ending up facedown, on her stomach with closed eyes. Okay, so Candy had gotten the better of her again. No big deal, she decided. She was already mentally preparing herself to handle this.

She remained lying there, unmoving until Candy came over to her and grabbed her to pull her back up. She wanted to say something, she really did after that little fat remark, but the diva knew how to bide her time and wait. She stayed patient, waiting for Candy to grab her and start pulling her back to her feet.

Once she was standing, and Candy went for that punch, Aisha was ready. As the redhead's fist flew towards her, the diva quickly ducked to the side, out of it's way, and then up came her leg. Her good one, not the one that Candy had been working earlier. Her strong, toned leg flew up, aiming itself at Candy's belly with a hard, stiff kick.

[Devastated]

Becky swung her fist towards the pretty face, she had decided to mess up...but it hit nothing but air as the dancing idol danced out of the way from the blow. The blue eyes of the redhead opened wide as she turned towards Aisha and then felt a heavy impact again hitting her toned bare abs. " Guah!" she gasped out as air and spittle flew out from her mouth and she was forced to stagger back a step...then another.

Arms wrapped around her midsection as she dropped down onto one knee, shaking her head and biting down against her bottom lip, She coughed out...before she finally tried to pull herself up to her feet. Slow and weary as she was still hunched over with her arms around her gut.

[Lunaspark]

And there it was. Candy was (mostly) down, and Aisha had the perfect chance to land a serious blow on her.

The diva turned away from the redhead. She took off towards the ropes, running at them as fast as she could. Her lean, firm body, well-toned from years of dance and wrestling, bounced off of the ropes, and the Dancin' Sista turned, rushing back towards Candy once again. She leaped up as she neared the pigtailed punk, raising her knee straight for Candy's head, a sharp blow aimed straight for the girl's skull.

[Devastated]

Candy Cane started to moved up towards a normal stand as she heard the stomps of Aisha's feet on the mat. She rose to see the dancing wrestler run straight for her and before the Canadian could do anything her American rival leaped up into the air and threw that knee forward. It smacked right into Candy Cane's skull with an impact that rattled the brain of the younger wrestler.

Throwing the punk girl backwards into a heap on the mat, arms and legs wide spread as her head lolled on her shoulders before she slumped down. Her generous rack heaving as she panted for breath...half-open eyes that stared up against the arena lights...and of course her lovely body just covered in sweat from the grueling fight she was having against her old rumble roses rival.

[Lunaspark]

Aisha knew when to take advantage of a good situation.

With Candy down on her back, the diva dropped forward onto her, covering the younger woman's body with her own taller, slightly larger and heavier form. She reached down, grabbing one of the redhead's long legs, lifting it to secure a pin as she jerked her head towards the referee, yelling loudly at the woman at the same time.

"Come on, ref! Start the damn pin!"

[Devastated]

Candy Cane huffed and puffed as she was trying to get her senses back enough before Aisha capitalized even further on her. Though it seemed as if the diva had other plans, feeling that weight down upon her and her leg grabbed, the feeling was a distinct one even through her hazy mind as she groaned out in protests but did little else as she was locked into a secure pin.

The referee dropped down next to the two of them and checked Candy Cane's shoulders before she started the pin count. " 1...2..." Right before the three count came, the Canadian bucked up and kicked out with her captured leg to get her shoulders up and break the pin.

[Lunaspark]

"Shit," muttered the diva, as Candy kicked out of her pin. Honestly she wasn't entirely expecting Candy to stay down for all three counts, but it would have been nice, and it was worth a try.

She sat up, and reached out to grab Candy by her pigtails once again. She made sure she had a firm grip, then began to rise, climbing back up to her feet and pulling the bratty rocker back up to her feet as well. Once they were both standing again, she would drop Candy's hair and reach for her arm, pulling her around in an attempt to Irish Whip her across the ring towards the corner.

[Devastated]

Candy Cane winced as the busty Pop-icon took a firm hold of her red pigtails and pulled the school-girl clad wrestler up towards her feet, she wobbled her way up as she was at Aisha's mercy...however when the diva let go of her hair the Canadian sprung into action. She attempted to push forward and raise her right knee to try and hit Aisha with a knee up into her belly button!

Hoping it would take the fight out of Aisha for a second or two, Candy Cane would try and grab at a handful of hair and pull that blonde head in under her right armpit. Reaching her other hand forward to try and hook Aisha's leg up and unbalance the woman before trying to lift Aisha up into the air. Something that Candy Cane wasn't exactly ready to do, she stumbled back a step and then to the side to try and keep herself upright before attempting to slam Aisha down onto the mat with a Fisherman buster...she had wanted it to be a Fisherman suplex but the knee to her head had left a bit to woozy to complete that extra part of the lift so she did her best to salvage the move and turn it into a fisherman's buster instead.

[Lunaspark]

A knee to the belly. Another damn blow to her belly. Aisha was starting to get tired of these, but she couldn't do much about it at that moment other than lurch forward and let out a loud 'hooof' sound. Then the diva was secured by Candy's grip, and lifted up into the air. She let out a little shriek, and kicked her legs helplessly at the air, but she was stuck in the redhead's grip, and there was nothing she could do.

Nothing she could do, that is, except get slammed back down into the canvas. She hit the mat and jerked out, before collapsing into a tired, sweaty heap, groaning softly under her breath as Candy succeeded with her slightly sloppy fisherman's buster.

[Devastated]

Candy Cane came down seated with her legs spread and Aisha's frame lying in front of her. She panted out heavily, sweat dripping down from her chin and onto the mat. They seemed to both be getting rather tired, having not even given each other much of a breather in this match...just trading blows after blows with one another. " Beyoncé...." Becky let out as she would start to push herself upwards, shaking her head a bit as she got up to her feet and attempted to reach down for a handful of Aisha's long hair.

The Canadian would try and pull the American up so that her back was turned to the redhead. She would try and slip her arms up under Aisha's armpits and slide to clasp her punk styled gloves up behind Aisha's head and lock in a full-nelson like hold. Her generous and sweaty tits pressing against Aisha's back. The Canadian would try and clamp down on the full-nelson hold against her taller opponent for a bit...though she had a plan of where to take this too as well...