Lukretia Von Creuzfeldt Vs. Sarah Gatt

No Disqualifications Match
Loosing Conditions- 3 second pinfall, K.O. or Submission

The lights dimmed and the eerie music began to play as Lukretia walked out into the ring. She had a scowl on her face and the crowd mostly booed her. She was only a fan favorite to those who appreciated or desired the sadistic torture she inflicted on her opponents. She planned to do the same to her opponent tonight as well. She had heard that this girl had gained a reputation as someone who liked to humiliate and hurt her opponents as well. Lukretia went to her corner and stood there with her arms crossed at her chest.

Lukretia's music faded and the sweet sound of Airbourne started. Sarah Gatt stalked out from backstage, smiling coldly right before she struck a pose. Since arriving in AFW Sarah had been strictly all business, but after a few matches she had embraced her image as a heel wrestler, and the small legion of fans she had developed who loved the sight of blood as much as she did.

Sarah made her way to the ring ignoring the crowd and climbed inside, getting a look at her opponant, Lukretia. Both girls were known for their brutal and sadistic methods, and both were undefeated so far. That would change for one of them tonight. This was a match the crowd was certainly looking forward to.

Sarah made her way to the center of the ring, and reached into the pocket of her leather jacket. A weapon? No, what Sarah pulled out was a can of beer. She grinned at Lukretia, popped the top and preceded to chug the entire thing. The crowd went wild as she drank without stopping, appeasing the masses with blue-collar entertaiment. But it looked like Sarah didn't even notice that the bell had rung.

Lukretia watched with disgust as Sarah pulled out the beer and began to chug it in front of her. What s this? She thought. I thought that this girl was supposed to be someone who was fierce... Her thoughts trailed off as she heard the bell ring.

Lukretia marched over to where Sarah was and pulled back her fist. She tried her hardest to smash the Can that Sarah was still drinking from hard into the other woman's face.

Sarah inwardly grinned as Lukretia approached, taking the bait hook line and sinker. She would instantly pull the can from her lips, and before Lukretia could get to her, spit out the beer she had been keeping in her mouth right into the german girl's face! She had grown up watching her favourite heel wrestlers doing this, and had to give it a try tonight.

If Lukretia was stunned by this, she would crush the empty can over her forehead.

Lukretia did indeed fall for it and took the beer to the eyes. She staggered back and felt the empty can slam against her forehead. She gave a small 'ooph' and fell to one knee. "Good little, frau." She muttered under her breath as she smiled and wiped her face. "Und here I thought zat all those rumors about you vere just a lie." She clutched her fist and launched it hard at Sarah's groin hoping to send the punch between the girl's legs.

Sarah wiped her lips and grinned down at Lukretia. "You thought me beating people to a pulp was a lie?" she sneered. Her eyes would widen as she took the low blow, and she sank to her knees along side Lukretia. She would snarl though, and deliver a hard punch into the German girl's nose.

Lukretia smiled at Sarah's words and watched her sink to the ground. When Sarah launched the punch Lukretia took it hard. She could have rolled out of the way but she needed to show this girl who was in charge. She had bet that the scrapper had thought that her little street brawls were enough to make her tough but Lukretia would show her what tough really meant so she braced herself as best as she could for the oncoming fist. She could feel a trickle of blood run down her face. Her eyes narrowed. It had hurt but she had had worse. "You've stepped into the wrong lioness' den this time, meine frau." She said and wiped the blood off of her nose and licked it off. She then attempted to jab her fingers into Sarah's eyes.

Sarah scoffed at the woman's so called bravado. "Man, you've got an annoying voice," she spat smiling. Sarah's street instincts kicked in, as blinding your opponant was a common dirty tactic used in brawls, and she would catch the fingers in her hand. "Rock beats scissors," Sarah snickered. She would then sharply twist Lukretia's fingers, and with her remaining arm would punch her opponant repeatedly in the face.

Lukretia growled when her arm was twisted but she turned her head so that Sarah's fists slammed into her head and not her face. They hurt and she was starting to become dazed but she had still been through worse. She knew she couldn't let this fool have her way though. She fell onto her butt from where she was and extended out her foot as hard as she could hoping to shove her heel hard into Sarah's groin.

Sarah kept the punches coming in brutal succesion, actually smiling wider with each one that landed. So caught up was she in this, the heel to her womanhood caught her completely off guard. She yelped in pain and surpise, letting Lukretia's fingers go and propping herself up on one arm, the other holding her groin.