Itz kareena vs amisha today. Evry 1 is aware of d history of their rivalry they are the biggest enemies in bollywood. Their animosity started way back in 2000 wen the director signed amisha instead of kaareena for d film.... Since den they could not tolerate each other n do not leave an opportunity to insult each other. Finally they decided to settle this one and for all in a wrestling match in front of the public... They were equally matched wid heights weights figures all the same...
Finally the day of the match came. Both were in the rings and finally the match was underway. Moving slowly, the two enemies circled each other warily, neither wanting to be the first on the receiving end of the chain. Methodically, each began looping several twists of chain around their captive hand, the intent unmistakable. Then, as if by unspoken mutual consent, the blonde and the brunette charged each other, the chain making a slithering noise on the canvas. Reaching the center of the ring before amisha, kareena fires a chain wrapped fist at her opponent's jaw. Amisha saw the punch coming though and easily ducked under the arcing fist, amisha snapped off a punch of her own, looking to punish kareena for her mistake. But the brunette dodges the shot from the blonde and she attempted another punch, this time an uppercut to amisha's unguarded chin. Again, amisha is disappointed in her efforts as her rival deftly maneuvers out of the way.
Amisha, seeing that the opposing kareena was open after missing the uppercut pulls her arm back and buries her chain enhanced fist in the smooth plane of kareena's stomach. The brunette doubled over as the air rushed out of her. Moving fast, amisha twirled another length of chain around her forearm. Using her free hand, she yanked kareena up by the hair. Kareena was still recovering from the first punch when her rival adversary smashed a chain covered forearm across her jaw. Kareena went to the mat in a heap, while amisha stood over her gloating.
"What's the matter bebo?" she said in a taunting voice "Did the chain hurt your pretty little face?"
The downed girl's response was only a pained groan. The chain shot felt like it had loosened a few teeth. Changing course, amisha let the wrapping fall from her arm, pooling on the canvas next to her. Reaching down, she grabbed a length and fashioned it into a large loop. Rearing back, she raised her arm high and brought the metal whistling down, meaning to whip kareena across the nearly bare expanse of her back. But kareena was far from out of it. When she heard the clanking of the chain being raised, she rolled away fast, escaping the painful lashing by inches. Being attached to her opponent by the chain prevented her from rolling too far however, so she immediately jumped to her feet, facing off with the angry amisha
"You can't get away from me bitch." Kareena smirked. "Now let's reel your slutty ass right on in!"
Amisha gripped the chain in both hands and gave a titanic yank, meaning to pull kareena off balance. But kareenaa surprised her by running in the direction of amisha's tug, charging right at the exposed brunette. When she was within feet of amishaaa , kareena secured about an eight inch length of the chain in both hands. Still moving at top speed, she crouched and sprang holding her hands wide in front of her. The chain caught amisha directly across the throat and she dropped to the mat instantly gagging and rubbing her injured neck. The crowd went wild at kareenaa's modified Clothesline. The vinyl clad beauty rewarded her followers with a smug smile before addressing the downed amisha.
"What's wrong amisha? The chain crush your windpipe? That'll teach you to talk shit about me. And if it doesn't I'm sure this will." She knelt at amisha's head and wrapped a length of chain around the prone woman's throat. Pulling the gagging her up, kareena wrapped her strong legs around amisha's waist and cinched them tight, throwing in a body scissors to go along with her blatant choke. Kareena rolled onto her side taking amisha with her, the chain still digging into her larynx. Enjoying amisha's helpless flailing, kareena pulled the chain tighter and whispered in her foe's ear. "Come one little girl, this is supposed to be a FIGHT! How disappointed are these people going to be if I can choke your pathetic ass out in two moves? I can't believe you had the nerve to call yourself the best in wrestling. You're nothing but a blowhard bitch."
Amisha listened to kareena's scolding with a growing fury. Grunting as the chain cut off most of her air, she managed to get her free hand between the chain and her throat. Although the metal links dug painfully into her hand, she was able to draw several deep breaths. Knowing she couldn't stay trapped in the choke for long, kareena centers her energy and rolls to her knees and one hand, kareena still riding her back with the choke. Grunting with exertion, amisha pushes with all her might and rises to her feet, now carrying kareena almost piggyback. In desperation to escape, amisha reaches awkwardly behind her and grabs a huge handful of kareenaa's dark hair. Pushing down on the brunette's head with all her strength, amisha falls to her knees, driving kareena's chin into her shoulder with a modified Jawbreaker.
Her tormentors grip slipped away on impact and amisha spent the next several seconds just enjoying the power to breathe uninhibited. Her rival lay a few feet away, rubbing her injured jaw. Both ladies regained their feet at about the same time, amidst the cheers of an audience that was going nuts over the several displays of brutal ingenuity they'd witnessed in a match that was only a few minutes old. Facing off, both began wrapping their trapped fist in the chain again. Amisha raised her hands into a boxers stance and moved in on kareena, wanting to pay the brunette back for the brutal choke. Kareena also assumed a fighter's stance, bringing her fists up to parry the amisha's assault. Getting within striking range, amisha fired off several jabs, leading with her unwrapped hand, hoping to catch the opposing Jessica with a chain sheathed fist when she wasn't prepared. But if surprise was her goal, amisha was to have the tables turned on her. Kareenaa dodged and blocked all her efforts with practiced ease and when amisha left herself open for just a moment, kareena cracked a hard snap kick right across her ribs. Amisha groaned as bebo delivered two more quick kicks to her chest, the last one driving her to her knees. Slowly, she sought to regain her footing. When amisha had achieved her full height, kareena tensed and fired a vicious spin kick at aamisha's head. But this time it was amisha who dodged, nimbly avoiding the speeding leg by ducking under it.
As kareena's kick passed harmlessly overhead, amisha saw a golden opportunity. Pulling tight a length of the chain that had piled under kareena's feet, she brought it up like a vertical trip wire. The chain smashed into kareeena's defenseless womanhood and the brunette shrieked in agony. Amisha smiled at the other girl's pained cry and gave another upward thrust on the chain. Kareenaa could only gasp and fall silently to the canvas, the chain still snaked between her thighs. Smirking at kareena's agony, amisha stood up and stalked the injured woman. With no trace of emotion, the dominant amisha twined a length of the chain down her whole arm, making it a bit awkward to move, but infinitely more dangerous. Seeing that kareena was still incapacitated, amisha grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to her feet. Seizing kareena's wrist in a claw like grip, amisha pulled the stunned brunette toward her while lunging forward herself, extending her link encased arm. The Clothesline took kareena right across the chest and she went to the mat in heap, coughing and moaning, her one wrist still in her opponent's claw. Amisha gave her enemy no rest however. She pulled kareena up by her wrist again and smashed her with a second Clothesline that hit her under the chin.
Kareena spun through the air on impact, doing an ungainly spin in the air before landing unceremoniously on the mat, completely at amisha's mercy. Amisha knew that her like named adversary was wounded and she loved it. She unraveled the chain from her arm while she joked with the fans urging her on. " So that's kareena huh? I thought this was supposed to be a challenge! Don't worry though boys, I'll make sure to make her suffer as long as I can before I put her down for good. I'd hate to think you weren't getting your moneys worth.!" The crowd roared at amisha's promise of violence yet to come. Indeed they didn't have to wait long as she tormentor began encircling the chain around her fist again, not stopping until she could hold no more. Taking a second to steady her aim, amisha jumped and brought her fist down onto kareena's forehead with a viciously augmented Fist Drop. Kareena flopped like a fish out of water when amisha attempted to cave her head in.
She was only vaguely aware that amisha had pulled her to her feet. And her head was still foggy when she felt the chain loop around her neck yet again. She only began to struggle when amisha stood back to back with her, the chain pulling the back of her head tight against amisha's shoulder. Kareena struggled valiantly but it was too late for her to break free. With one more pull on the chain, amisha sat out, her butt landing hard on the canvas. Kareena was taken for the ride, the base of her neck crashing violently against amisha's shoulder before whipping forward. Unfortunately, when that happened her beleaguered neck was drawn tight against the chain and she faced another bout of retching and gagging as her breathing was impaired. The Reverse Neckbreaker had taken a lot of the fight out of kareena and she was unresponsive as amisha flipped her onto her back. Amisha slowly draped her sweating torso across her rival's before hooking one slack leg and going for the pin. The referee went to make his count and reached 2.5 before kareenaa managed to roll a shoulder up. The crowd went wild, some because they wanted kareenaa to win the match, while others just wanted to see amisha dish out some more punishment.
Relishing the chance to hurt her adversary some more, amisha yanks kareenna to her feet and whips her hard into the ropes. As the brunette bounds back at her, amisha plants her feet and goes for another Clothesline. But as she swings her arm, kareena drops low and slides between amisha's legs, like a runner stealing home. Amisha has a moment to contemplate the chain that's now snaked between her legs before her foe pulls up fast, the chain cutting into amisha's crotch. Kareena gives the chain another hard pull and amisha is flipped head over heels, hitting the mat hard. She gets to her knees and moans, holding her injured groin in both hands. Amisha had just begun to stand when kareena charged at her and crashed a knee into amisha's temple. Amisha saw stars and fell to the mat as bebo plotted her vengeance. Standing dominant over the crippled amisha, kareenaa decided payback was necessary. The brunette wrapped her hand in the chain right before spreading amisha's legs wide and slamming a fist into her defenseless mound. Amisha and the crowd screamed simultaneous with the blow, but for very different reasons. Pressing her advantage, kareena straddled amisha's waist and fired a series of punches against her opponents head. Every few punches the brunette takes care to stop and grind the chain links over amisha's protesting features. The ref wanted to pry bebo off amisha, but a chain match is by nature a no disqualification affair so he could only watch helplessly as amishaa is pummeled.
Finally kareena gets what she is looking for when one of her punches opens a cut on the amisha's forehead. As if the flowing blood were a sign, kareenaa stops punching and let the chain drop from her fist. But despite the seeming show of benevolence she is far from done. Shifting her weight, she is able to roll amisha onto her stomach. Still straddling her foe, kareena takes a length of the chain in her hands and holds it high above her head. Smiling callously she says to the crowd "If you thought what I was doing hurt, wait 'til you get a load of this!" Moving quickly she brings her hands down and loops the chain under kareena's face. When she's satisfied with the chain's position, the brunette pulled back with all her might. The crowd gasped as they realized what kareena was doing to her foe. The length of chain was pulled tight across amisha's mouth, actually forcing her maw open and grinding against her teeth. Amisha's screams were oddly distorted as bebo tortured her nemesis. Amisha's long legs slapped uselessly against the mat and her hands grasped futilely at the chain cutting into her head. All the while kareena taunted her victim.
"How's that feel you twat? I drew first blood and now I've finally figured out a way to keep your mouth from running! If you give up right now, I might just let you go." Hearing kareena's taunts in her ears infuriated amishaa. Fighting the excruciating agony of the chain as best she can, she plants both hands on the mat and shoves upward. The move caught the brunette off balance and she fell back momentarily, just long enough for amisha to regain her knees. Kareena was quick to get back behind amiska, pulling the chain tighter than ever. Although she was still trapped, amisha had reached a kneeling position and that gave her something to work from. Trembling with effort, she slowly pushed her way to a standing position. With the chain still cinched tight, she slipped a loop of chain over her fist and fired it over her shoulder as hard as she could. The whole of kareena's concentration had been devoted to maintaining her tortuous hold, thus she was completely unprepared for kareena's fist flying at her face. The punch caught her flush along the forehead, forcing her to finally release the chain across amisha's mouth.
When amisha felt the chain loosen and then fall away, her first instinct was to simply breathe and enjoy being free. But then she realized that the other kareena would only be stunned for a second or two and if she didn't want to feel the chain in her mouth again, she'd have to drop her rival long enough to get her wits back. Keeping that in mind, amisha spun on her heel and latched on to kareena's wrist. With no wasted motion, she hurled the brunette into the ropes. Kareena had made it back to the center of the ring when amisha crouched and grabbed her around the waist. Pushing off the mat, the furious amisha spun and drove her opposition back first into the canvas with a brutal Spinebuster. Kareena arched her back and wailed, trying to shake off the shock of amisha's surprise maneuver. Amisha wasn't faring much better though, she was sitting on her knees, massaging her mangled jaw and trying to come up with a suitable plan of attack.
Finally deciding she had recovered enough, amisha gets to her feet and brings the moaning kareena to hers a moment later. Moving quickly, amisha drags bebo to one corner of the ring and begins pounding her head against the top turnbuckle. The crowd counts in time with the impacts, reaching 10 before amisha releases her grip and lets the brunette slump in the corner. After gathering her strength for the maneuver ahead, amisha once again ensnares kareena's throat in the chain before lifting the girl up and sitting her on the top turnbuckle, facing out towards the audience. Turning her back to kareenaa, amisha reaches back and cinches both of her hands around the brunette's chin, lacing her fingers for the strongest possible grip.
"Hope you have a strong neck bebo," she said. "’Cuz if not, this'll take your head right the fuck off!"
Speaking no more, amisha lunged towards the center of the ring and leapt forward. Kareena was pulled off the turnbuckle and she was dragged through the air for a good 2 seconds before she and her opponent fell to the canvas. The impact on amisha was minimal, a mere shiver ran through her as she hit the mat. For kareena though the impact was worse than anything she'd ever experienced. The entire length of her body slammed against the canvas from a height of at least 6 feet, the back of her head and neck taking the worst of the fall. And on top of all that, amisha's Hangman's Neckbreaker actually had a noose to go with it this time, the loop of chain digging painfully into her throat from all sides.
The crowd roared as amisha went for another cover, all but the staunchest bebo supporters believing that she must be finished. But the brunette would reward her loyal fans by kicking out just as the refs hand came down for the three. When kareena kicked out of the Neckbreaker, amisha got angry. Annoyed that her wicked maneuver had not been able to defeat kareena, she got to her feet, bringing the brunette with her. As kareena stood shakily before her, amisha grabs her by the throat and looks deep into her foe's eyes.
"So you're kareena huh? Well let's show these people what angel looks like in mid-flight." Her threat completed, amisha held her grip on kareena's throat while she reached her other hand down between the brunette's thighs. Visibly straining, amisha muscled kareenaa off her feet and held her over her head in an awesome example of a Military Press. Smiling as she held kareena aloft, amisha walks around the ring, proudly displaying her prey for all to see. "So do you guys want to see the angel fly?" she cried and the crowd responded YES they’d very much like to see that!
Her grin growing wider still, amisha actually began doing reps with her trapped foe, bringing her up then down, then up again, all to the delight of the assembled audience. When she had proved her strength to all in attendance, amisha pushed up hard one final time before stepping forward and letting kareena make the unprotected fall to the mat almost 8 feet below. Amisha smiled as she felt the brunette slam gut first into the canvas. Turning around, she slowly and leisurely straddled kareena's chest, her round ass pressing down on her rival's tits. Amisha flexed her biceps for the crowd while the ref counted her victory. The confident amisha was shocked when kareena managed to get her shoulder up before the three.
Furious, amisha came to her feet and hauled kareena up for another Military Press Slam. But bebo had other ideas and as amisha lifted her overhead, kareenaa slipped loose and landed on the mat behind her opponent. Acting on instinct, kareena throws a length of the chain around amish's neck and twists it tight, turning so that both are standing back to back. Savoring her imminent revenge, kareena leans forward hard, pulling the surprised Biel up on her back with her feet flailing a foot or so off the canvas. Now it's amisha's turn to suffer in a Hangman as kareena bounces up and down forcing the chain to dig deeper into her already damaged neck. Kareena holds amishaa helpless for roughly thirty seconds before releasing the hold. Amisha falls to her hands and knees, gasping and trying to get her breath back..The brunette held the position just long enough to deliver a stinging slap to amisha's ass before dropping all her weight back and slamming her foe's face to the mat with a DDT. Amisha's face hit some of the excess chain with a loud wet crunch that did kareena's heart good.
Pushing amishaa roughly onto her back, kareenaa hooked the leg and went for the cover, getting a two before amisha was able to kick free. "I'm glad you don't want to quit yet" kareena sneered to the bleeding amisha "I still have a lot of hurt I want to dish out." Getting to her feet, kareena brought Biel up and whipped her hard into the corner. The brunette grinned with sick satisfaction as her opponent's back made hard contact with the turnbuckles. Approaching the girl draped in the corner, kareena grabs hold of the top rope with both hands. Using it for balance, she smashes a series of kicks into amisha's heaving chest. Amisha's tits are battered and bruised by several of these blows before kareena ceases her assault.
With amisha still dazed in the corner, kareena maintains her grip on the top rope, while placing both of her feet on the bottom rope. Using it as a makeshift springboard, bebo leaves the ropes, jumping high into the air. When she's reached the highest point of her jump, she lashes a foot out that catches the slumped amisha directly in the temple. Amisha falls forward and lands hard on the mat, in too much pain to do anything but cradle her abused head. She's oblivious to all but the pain as kareena stalks her with evil intentions. As amisha stumbles to her feet, kareena springs into action. Taking a long length of the chain, she wraps it tight around amisha's waist, pinning her arms to her sides. Amisha struggles against the steel coils but bebo just wrenches it tighter, causing her to cry out. Satisfied that her rival isn't going anywhere, kareenaa moves in and wraps her arms around amisha's waist, squeezing hard. The taller girl grimaces as kareena's arms add to the crushing pressure around her middle. Gazing into amisha's pain glazed face, the brunette mocks her helpless foe.
"Lookit you amisha, all wrapped up and nowhere to go. Let's take a little ride shall we?" Kareena said this and then tensed her legs; pushing up and twisting her hips and taking amisha to the canvas with a hard Belly-to-Belly Suplex with all the brunette's weight crashing down on amisha's chain wrapped mid-section.
The impact drove all the air out of amisha and it temporarily dazed kareena as well, the chain being indifferent to whom it hurt in the landing. The brunette had to stop and get her breath before she attempted the cover on amisha. Even with her arms tied at her sides, amisha managed to kick free of the pinning predicament. Her fans cheered uproariously as amisha proved she was still in the battle. Like her opponent earlier in the match, kareena was growing frustrated with her inability to finish off her rival. Kicking the chain free of her adversary, kareena dragged her to the middle of the ring and positioned her just where she wanted her. Leaving amisha lying prone, kareena went to the corner and began to climb the ropes. She had just placed her foot on the top rope when amisha gave the chain a huge jerk and pulled her off balance. The surprised brunette flailed her arms, trying to stay put, however gravity wasn't in her favor and she fell awkwardly to the canvas landing on her back. Bebo was on her feet fairly quickly after the fall but amisha was waiting for her. As bebo turned around, amisha absolutely mowed her down with a shoulder block. Kareena's head smacked against the mat again and she saw stars as amisha yanked her to her feet.
Looking to avenge the attack in the corner, amisha drags karreena to the corner by her hair. Getting into position for her attack, amisha sits on the top turnbuckle, her back to the audience. Moving quickly, she twirls a length of the chain around kareena's throat and pulls back hard. The brunette is lifted off her feet and held aloft by the choke, feet dangling uselessly in the air. Biel holds the choke as long as her diminishing strength will allow, letting kareena down several times before yanking her up again. Finally, her arms grow cramped from the choking and she lets kareena fall to the mat where she collapses, doing nothing more than hitching weakly for breath. Though every part of her is sore, amisha's assault is far from over. Securing a handful of sweaty brown hair, she drags kareena back to the center of the ring, forcing the badly beaten woman to kneel in front of her. Amisha gave the kneeling girl one titanic slap before grabbing her head and forcing it between her sweating thighs, putting the Angel in position for a Pile-Driver. Gripping kareen's waist, amisha hoists her upside down, holding the brunette inverted for the audience to take in.
Holding the position amishaa prophecies her victory, "After I CRUSH this bitch’s face, I'm going to SIT on it and ride her all night long!"
Then she fell to the mat, driving the top of kareena's head into the pile of chain that had pooled up beneath the two combatants. Kareena fell spread-eagled to the mat, a perfect victim as amisha mounted her in a Front Face Sit. Amisha's face was seductively grim as she ground her crotch on kareena's face as the ref counted. No one could've believed that bebo would kick out milliseconds before the referees hand hit the mat a third time. Amisha's response was one of insane fury. Screaming wordlessly, she hauled kareena up and threw her at the ropes at top speed. Amisha followed her foe towards the ropes intent on driving her through the ring with another Spinebuster.
But just before the brunette bounced off the ropes, she leapt into the air and landed balanced with both feet on the top rope, her arms gripping it to keep from tumbling to the outside. In a move that would impress a professional gymnast, kareena back flipped off the rope, soaring over the incoming amisha. As she flew over her rival, amishaa snaked an arm around her foes neck before landing on her feet behind amisha, the blonde now bent painfully backwards in a Dragon Sleeper. The crowd uttered a collective gasp when kareenaa dropped to the mat, taking amisha with her and smashing the back of her captive's head and shoulders into the mat with a Reverse DDT. The crowd went insane, urging bebo to cover amisha who was writhing on the mat, trying to ease the pain in her neck. But amisha's combined attacks had worn down the resilient brunette. She could do nothing more than push the hair out of her eyes and breathe, while trying to find the energy to stand. Both staid on the canvas fro quite a long time. The official had almost reached nine in his count when both ladies pushed their way to a standing position.
For a moment they stood and did nothing but listen to their breathing which by this point in the contest had become heavy and labored. The constant chain attacks hadn't helped either and both were uneasy about the steady pain that inhaling and exhaling brought on. Like in the beginning of the match, the two women suddenly broke their truce and lunged forward realizing that the end of their war was nearly in sight. Whoever made the next mistake, no matter how small would most likely be defeated in a most ignominious fashion. With barely a foot of clearance separating them, the dueling woman's began throwing punches with reckless abandon. Fists glanced off cheeks, jaws and foreheads. They slammed into breasts, midriffs and navels, neither showing any compassion for the pained cries their barrage brought on. Finally,amisha connected with a huge punch to kareena's gut. Her fist sank into the Angel like she was a squishy pillow and the brunette sank slowly to her knees. As the brunette knelt before her, amisha grabbed as long a length of chain as she could get and began wrapping it around her rival's neck. When she’d used as much of the chain as she thought possible, amisha yanked bebo to her feet, her chain hand locked at the brunette's throat while her free hand clutched kareena by the armpit with death grip like ferocity
Leaning close to her nemesis, amisha spoke for what she knew in her heart was the final time, "After all this time kareena, I'm finally going to send you to hell. Enjoy the ride bitch!"
Without a word, she lifted kareena off her feet, the chain still wrapped around the brunette's neck. When amisha's arm is fully extended, she hurls it down, tossing kareena into the mat with sickening force. Amisha's diabolical variation on the Choke Slam has done its job. Kareena looks done as amisha lays across her chest awaiting the three. But bebo kicked out. Amisha absolutely could not believe it. She pushed kareena's shoulder down at once and went for another cover. Again she kicked out. Her mind incredulous over bebo's stubborn refusal to go down, amisha stands and looks around the ring, frustrated beyond belief.
As her eyes wander the ringside area, she spots something that guarantees kareena will stay down. Dragging her semi conscious foe to the edge of the ring, amisha slides under the bottom rope to the floor. Ignoring the leers and catcalls of the audience she approaches the Ring Announcer and shoves him out of his chair. His steel folding chair. A smile of cruel malevolence split's amisha's face as she snaps the chair shut. It makes a loud clang, even in the noisy confines of the arena. Still fascinated by the chair, amisha feels a tug on the chain and turns back toward the ring. Taking a step back just in case the brunette had recovered, amisha is relieved to see that Jessica has only just know made it to her knees. As amisha watched, the crippled kareena placed both hands on the mat and gingerly rose to her full height.
Amisha decided it was time to finish this. Gripping the chair, she slid into the ring and stood up, raising the chair high over her head. She waited just long enough for the brunette to look up (she wanted kareena to know what hit her) before bringing the chair down through the air. As the chair was descending, kareena dug deep and kicked amishaa in the gut as hard as she could. The chair stopped in mid swing as amisha doubled over, she wanted to clutch her aching middle but she wanted even more to keep holding the chair. Fighting the pain, she straightened up and looked to swing again. This time, the brunette grabbed for the chair as well and soon the two devastated beauties were engaged in a silent tug of war, each looking to possess the thing that would secure their triumph. After an especially hard tug from amisha, kareena felt her grip on the chair slipping. As she jerked violently on the weapon trying to get her grip back, a stroke of genius occurred to her. She gave the chair as hard a tug as she could, hoping that she would hold on. Amisha did and she yanked back just as hard.
When kareena felt her rival begin to pull, she gave the chair a monstrous shove, increasing its momentum by quite a lot. Amisha never saw the move coming and she had no time to react as the chair slammed forward directly into her face. Her hands fell away from the chair and she dropped to one knee, nursing her battered face. Holding the chair in both hands, the brunette waited for amisha to regain her feet and go on the attack. When amisha did rise, bebo threw the chair at her head with everything she had left. Amazingly though, amisha was able to catch the chair seconds before it would have caved her head in. Seconds later the chair did drive forward and slam into her face, knocking her off her feet this time. In the instant it had taken amisha to catch the chair, kareena left her feet and shot a Spinning Crescent Kick into the chair, initiating the sick collision with Biel's cranium. See, bebo had intended for amishaa to catch the chair, and aamisha had fallen for the trap beautifully.
With amisha semi conscious on the canvas, the brunette took possession of the chair and placed it on the mat by her feet. Turning her attention to amisha, she brings her to her feet and stands behind her. Kareena wraps the chain around her nemesis's neck one final time before bending her painfully backward, holding her in position for another Reverse DDT. Taking a deep breath, kareenaa cinches a handful of tights and lifts amisha off the mat, while still holding her head under her arm. Amisha's legs float out uselessly in front of her as she reaches the apex of her upward momentum. As kareena feels amisha begin to descend, she pivots her waist and falls to the canvas, bringing amisha's damaged neck and shoulders down across the flattened steel chair. She had just nailed her finisher, an Elevated Reverse DDT called "The Future Shock" on top of a steel chair with a chain looped around the victims neck. When amisha hits the chair, one lone spasm runs through her body before she lay still, the chain hanging loose around her throat. Kareenaa drapes herself wearily across the fallen amisha and lets the ref count to 3. His hand hits the mat for the third time and the roof comes off the place.
No one in attendance can believe what kareena has just done and they cheer wildly as she regains her feet a moment later to begin celebrating her victory. Finally able to extricate herself from the chain, she does so, tossing the thing aside. Looking over at the losing amisha, kareenaa smiles coldly and walked over to her, standing over amisha with either leg on one side of amishas uncomprehending face. Basking in her foe's utter annihilation, kareena slowly sinks until the fork of her sweating crotch is resting directly against amisha's chin. Remembering kareenaa's promise to ride her face after the match, kareenaa decides to return the favor. She sinks two claws into her rival's dark blonde hair and pulls her face deep into her crotch. Kareenaa moans with pleasure at the enjoyable pressure of amisha's mouth and nose rubbing against the slick vinyl of her bikini. As the roar of the crowd steadily increases, so to does the rhythm of kareena's face ride.
Seeking one final insult, she slid her steaming groin over the entire length of the amisha's face, starting at her chin and slowly grinding all the way up to her forehead. Kareena took special care to thrust against amisha's mouth and nose, making sure the bitch would never forget the smell or taste of this defeat. Finally satisfied, kareenaa rose to her feet and made her way back to the locker room, leaving a roaring crowd and a devastated amisha in her wake.
