Sarah Gatt vs Vanessa Vandar

Sarah's eyes widened when Vanessa jumped out of her path, not thinking the girl had the strength to move yet. Her shoulder collided with the pole, and hissed in pain through her clenched teeth. SHe turned to face Vanessa, glaring at her. "You're gonna pay for that."

When someone's in danger, it's amazing where they can pull their inner strength from, and indeed, Vanessa had suddenly found one of those reserves, her initial rage towards Sarah building back up. When Sarah turned to face her, she would find Vanessa right in her face, shoving her back towards the corner post and taking several wild swings at her.

Sarah flinched back when Vanessa was suddenly in front of her. Then the girl shoved, and Sarah was sent stumbling bac into the corner. She took the first punch to her face, then started blocking the others, but some of them managed to breach her defenses. The wild hits were just that: wild, and she had a hard time predicting them. Sarah couldn't do much in the corner, and she decided to change that. When the last punch came Sarah would block it, grab Vanessa roughly by her hair, and then move to slam her face right into the turnbuckle.

And again, Vanessa's greenness would be shoved in her face by the more experienced Sarah, jerking as she hair was grabbed, then wincing hard as her face smashed the turnbuckle. If Sarah let her go, she would stumble back, holding her face in pain, Sarah noting that it looked like Vanessa's nose was busted, a bit of blood dripping from it now.

Sarah didn't let go of Vanessa's hair afterwards, but held a firm and painful grip on it. It wasn't ring experience that drove Sarah forward; it was fierceness, adaptability, and a strong determination to win. And Vanessa was now experiencing that.

Still holding Vanessa by her hair Sarah would send a strong punch into her stomach. This was just to stun her so she could move her into the corner. From there she would place her arms over the top ropes, and then spread her legs over the middle ropes. Vanessa would be propped up in the corner for all to see, leaving her open for all kinds of attacks. "How you feeling so far?" Sarah would ask mockingly.

Vanessa would be easily hung up in the corner, weakly looking towards Sarah, the look on her face fearful, her body trembling a bit. She wouldn't respond to Sarah though, merely hanging there in the corner like a shirt on a clothesline.

Sarah grinned from ear to ear, grabbed Vanessa by her hair and forced her to look into her merciless green eyes. "What's the matter?" she sneered. "You were so talkative before. What changed?" She would then raise her fist, and with a wink, would drive three ounches directly into Vanessa's face, looking to bruise it up some.

Vanessa screamed out again, bruises indeed forming on her face as she was helplessly pummeled, her busted open nose becoming moreso, blood starting to ooze out faster than before.

Sarah stopped her punches momentarily, only to admire her work. Gleefully she took in the bruises that had formed on Vanessa's face, and that blood that started to drip from her nose. As she stared at her beaten face, something clicked in Sarah's mind, that feeling of familiarity now rearing its head.

"Wait a minute," she muttered. Still holding Vanessa by her hair she turned her face around a bit, inspecting her features. Then her eyes widened, and a wide grin formed on her face. "Now I remember you!" she laughed. Sarah had indeed met Vanessa before. Back when she lead her gang in was inevitable that they would go into conflict with other gangs. Vanessa was in one such gang. Sarah remembered fighting her one-on-one a long time ago, beating her down much like she was doing today. And then she rembered carrying a knife...

"How about that?" Sarah chuckled, still holding the girl by her hair. "Small world, huh?"

Vanessa's head would be turned around without a fight, simply staring wordlessly at Sarah as the realization dawned on her. If there was any fight left in Vanessa, it wasn't much, not after the beating and the humiliation she had suffered thus far from the woman.