a real clash of styles

Tara entered the center of the ring, eagerly readying herself in a defensive grappling stance. Kim watched her lazily from the corner and folded her arms. “So… we gonna wrestle or what?”

Tara just smiled and waited for the aggressive brawler. Kim just blinked at her… and sat down. She popped a fresh beer open, drinking it calmly and shooing away the ref when he came to object.

“Uh… I thought…” Tara started.
“I don’t fuck or wrestle with boring chicks. Come back when you’re ready to be interesting.”

Tara let her stance go and scratched her hair awkwardly. “Geez, sorry. I didn’t mean to bore you, honestly. I’ll try next time to be more inter-” Tanya shot a kick at Kim, who bolted aside at the last second. Tara’s boot connected with the turnbuckle, halting it as Kim grabbed her around the thigh and brought her to the mat. She threw a pair of rapid punches into Tara’s crotch instantly, the anti-bully yelping in surprise.

Kim shoved Tara onto her face before she could react, sitting behind her and grabbing her arm. Kim held her arm up in the air, locking her own arms around hers to lock them into place. She used her closest hand to pound punches into Tanya’s exposed side, working her ribs and abs horribly.

“Wow, Kim’s the one using all the surprise submissions. What an unexpected twist. Oh, did I just make a joke again? Tee hee!” Debbie observed insightfully.
“Not all the aggressive chicks is idiots, ya know, Scott pointed out. “Tara’s almost entirely counter-attacks and holds, so Kim waited long enough to aggravate her into attacking. And if Austin knows anything, it’s fighting and pissing people off.”
“But Tara’s no weakling. She’s not going down easy, right?”
“Give the bitch a treat. She said something intelligent…”