Sarah Gatt vs Taylor Sparks (Friction)

Taylor was mostly unconscious before Sarah's kick, and her lights were out after it. She barely jerked when the kick hit. Her eyes were closed and she was spread eagled on the mat.

She was blissfully unaware of it when Sarah started stripping her down to her blue lace bra and white and blue patterned boyshorts. She'd be rather upset about the idea at some point, though. Of anyone currently in the arena, she might've been the only one upset about it. It's not like her dad was there or anything.

After stripping Taylor of everything but her underwear, Sarah handed off the girls clothes to her two lackeys outside the ring, and Nha and Sha promptly threw them in the garbage.

Sarah meanwhile stalked back towards her now unconscious opponant. She had beaten her senseless, now all that was left to do was make her beg.

Reahing down Sarah would haul the limp girl up onto her shoulders, and start to press down on her chin and legs, placing the girl in a devastating torture rack, tying to use the pain to snap the girl awake.

Being racked across Sarah's shoulders at first drew little response from Taylor, now half-naked and helpless. Slowly, she began to stir, the only evidence of which being a quiet moan. Her eyes remained closed and she was too out of it to speak, and while she pawed weakly at the hand on her chin, she lacked the strength to fight the hold.

She didn't even have the mental faculties necessary to think about how much it would suck if something broke. Sure, she was more flexible half-unconscious, but it was really up to Sarah how much damage she wanted to inflict. The whole thing seemed like a really bad dream that she couldn't wake up from.

Sarah paraded Taylor around the ring across her shoulders, wearing the girl like a scarf. It was more insult than injury at the moment, something the crowd found very entertaining. Sarah laughed like a mad woman, strutting up and down the ring with her defeated victim.

After growing tired off that, Sarah rolled Taylor off her shoulders, letting her fall to the mat. She sneered down at the half-concious girl before her. Then she looked over to where Nha and Sha were. "Give me the chain!" she called. The two hastily obliged, and Sarah went to retrieve the chain they passed through the bars. "Thank you," in an oh-so sweet tone, before turning back to Taylor.

The first thing Sarah would do with her newly aquired chain was tie one end around Taylor's ankles, lashing them tightly together. The other end Sarah would thro high intp the air, attempting to loop it around one of the bars at the top of the cage. It would take several tries, but eventually she would get it.

Smirking victoriously Sarah would begin pulling on that end, creating a pulley action that would begin to haul Taylor upwards by her ankles, higher and higher until eventually the girl would actually begin to leave the mat. If all went well Sarah would have Taylor hung upside down, half-naked and helpless for all to see. Sarah would then tie the chain off on one of the cage bars, leaving Taylor suspended several feet off the mat.

As Taylor started to come to, one of the first things she noticed was that she was upside down.

She hurt, everywhere, immensely, and the blood rushing to her head only compounded her throbbing headache. Her arms hung freely over her head. All things considered, though, she'd rather be dangling upside down than half of the other things she'd endured tonight. Eventually someone will get her down. She's surrounded by people, for god's sake, one of them will eventually decide not to be an accessory to murder and let her down. She'd be all right. And really she wasn't wearing a whole lot more to begin with, so...it wasn't so bad.

Fuck, yes it was. The agony of having lost to Sarah was unbearable. And who knows how badly she was hurt. For all she knew she could have broken bones and internal bleeding... she could die in the hospital later. She started tearing up when she let her mind set on the pain. Whatever, suck it up, Taylor. This is what happens when you aren't good enough.

She couldn't really see straight, and couldn't look around very easily, but she imagined that Sarah was gone. She didn't see her, anyway. Couldn't be much worse if she was there. After all, it was a sanctioned match, eventually someone would break it up. And Sarah wasn't so bad when she wasn't violent, whenever that was. Whatever, yes she was. Fuck Sarah, and fuck me.

Taylor opened her mouth and licked some of the blood off her lips. She started trying to speak. "Hello?" She called, but couldn't really get the volume she was going for. Whatever, someone would get her down soon and then she could go heal up and be back in her apartment and she'd be fine. On the off chance that she did die in the hospital later, no big deal. No one in the States would probably even hear about it.

She closed her eyes and waited for help while she fought back tears.

As Sarah completed the non-lethal hanging, she stepped back and admired her work. This was becoming her favourite way of ending her cage matches, stringing her opponant up so the entire arena could see their pathetic state, and it seemed Taylor would be no different.

Sarah would then make herself known to Taylor, stepping in front of her upside down face with a dark grin. "This is what happens to people who fuck with me?" she snarled. "You understand? So next time you feel like running your mouth, don't." With another evil grin, Sarah would reach up for Taylor's bra, right before she would rip it off her body, exposing her breasts for all to see.

"This is mine now," Sarah said, holding up the bra, and gave Taylor a devilish smile. "Later, loser." And with that Sarah would simply turn her back on Taylor, leaving Taylor hanging as she left through the cage entrance as the obvious winner. Nha and Sha immediately came to congradulate her, and all three of them left up the ramp, not once looking back.