How Russians do Business

Sarah would calmly follow Katya as she started to back away from the Queen of Brawl. It was a wise thing to do, since Sarah was done playing around. In her opinion words were cheap. Words couldn't do the justice a good punch could. And if Katya wanted to push her she would know just what it meant to cross Sarah Gatt. "I give the punch, you take it. There's the give and take," Sarah growled as she closed in on the small Russian. But then Katya would quickly move to hide behind another punching bag, stopping Sarah from getting her hands on her.

The Queen of Brawl would smirk at what Katya said, finding it actually to be amusing. She would then plant her feet flat on the ground. "Honey," Sarah said as she clenched her fist, grinning darkly. "There ain't nothing common about me." And then Sarah would let loose one hell of a punch into the punching bag Katya choose to hide behind. The impact would be tremendous, enough to send the punching bag shooting backwards where she hoped it would slam into Katya. And due to the Russian's size and the power behind that blow it would probably send the girl flying.

“Ungh!!” Katya groaned as her poor choice of hiding place was nailed firmly by Sarahâ€s powerful punch. The heavy bag was driven back, slamming straight into Katyaâ€s belly and chest. The padding absorbed some of the impact, but the Russianâ€s petite frame was still rocked by the blow. She was literally knocked off her feet, flying backwards, but she managed to clutch onto the bottom of the punching bag itself to avoid a trip to the gym floor.

In fact, as Katya clung desperately to the swinging bag, she saw a chance for a quick counter. With her feet dangling off the ground, Katya would press her legs together and fire them outwards, aiming her boots at Sarahâ€s midsection in an odd, swinging dropkick. As she held on to the punch bag she would be able to use its momentum as well as her own leg strength, to cheekily hit back at the AFW champ.

Sarah laughed as her massive hit landed, sending the bag careening backwards to collide with Katya. While not powerful enough to spilt the bag like her last bit of training equipment it was still satisfying to send it flying back into the annoying Russian. But something happened then that surprised Sarah. Instead of Katya collapsing to the floor behind her she would latch onto the bag and swing from it like Tarzan, connecting both feet with the Queen of Brawl's stomach.

"OOOFFF!!" Sarah cried out in pain, the surprise hit driving a good deal of air from her lungs. Katya was more resourceful than Sarah thought, the momentum of the kick nearly taking her down. But Sarah didn't come the Friction champ by accident, and with a snarl she would attempt to grab Katya's legs before she could swing away, and with a loud yell would try to rip the Russian from the punching bag and throw her across the floor.

Katya laughed, almost surprised at herself at managing to make the Queen of Brawl groan in pain with her kick. Her triumphant look soon froze, though, and was replaced by fear as she felt her outstretched ankles get snagged by Sarahâ€s fast-moving hands.

“Uh-oh…” Katya gulped, now left in a pretty bad position. She was hanging onto the bottom of the punch bag for support, but her legs were now being pulled by an exceptionally pissed off Sarah. Suspended stupidly in mid-air, Katya whimpered as she felt her body being pulled outwards by Sarahâ€s strong arms.

“No, no, n- aiiigghh!!” Katya squealed as, with a final tug, she was yanked from the punching bag, and sent flying through the air.

“AAGGHHHH!!” she groaned in pain as her spine thumped heavily against the unforgiving gym floor. Her skull followed suit, a fraction of a second later, the back of her head bumping painfully on the ground. Katya was left lying face-up, grimacing in pain, gingerly rubbing her head and the small of her back as she tried to recover from the throw.

Sarah may have been hit by Katya's sneaky manuever and while it did hurt all it would serve to do is piss the Queen of Brawl off. And a pissed off Queen of Brawl was someone you did not want to mess with, as Katya was no doubt finding out. "Ugh, little jerk," Sarah muttered, rubbing the spot where Katya's legs had struck her. She had showed her the stupidity of doing that. Looking over to where the Russian was now writhing in pain, Sarah would grin before stalking over to her.

Once there, Sarah would move to pick up both of Katya's legs, spreading them out to reveal a target that the brawler could not pass up. "This is how we negotiate where I come from," Sarah chuckled, and with that she would drop her knee straight into the Russian's crotch.

“Oh, no…” the grimacing Katya gulped as her ankles were grabbed, held up and apart ominously. She had a horrible suspicion she knew what was coming to her next. “Please donâ€t…” she whimpered, bringing her hands together imploringly, looking for any sympathy in the fierce eyes of her foe.

“I beg you, no, donâ€t - AIIIIGGHHH!!” Katya gave a high-pitched shriek as Sarahâ€s powerful knee dropped straight between her spread legs. Her pretty face screwed up at the intense pain, and she would roll to her side, trying to curl up in a foetal ball. She pressed her hands to her crotch, trying to manage the throbbing pain in her womanhood.

“Unggghhh… you shouldnâ€t have done that…” she moaned breathlessly through gritted teeth, trying to maintain some pride even though she was helpless with pain. Sheâ€d known that tangling with Sarah would be risky, but the swift viciousness of the redheadâ€s response had really caught her off-guard here.

The sound of Katya shrieking like a banshee was like music to Sarah's ears. Katya had come into this all prim and proper, and now she was layinh on her back with an injured crotch. Whatever negotiation the Russian hoped to have with Sarah had been thrown at the window as soon as the Queen of Brawl had gotten involved. After all, Sarah wasn't known for a silver tongue. She was known for the beatdowns she loved to deliver.

As katya rolled onto her side clutching her crotch Sarah grinned in amusement. Katya's begging had done nothing to forstall the Friction champ's assualt, and would do her no good in the near future. Now that she had pissed Sarah off, there was simply no hope for the business-like woman.

Sarah would soon move to straddle Katya as she lay on the mat, pinning her arms down with her knees to trap her in a schoolgirl pin. Sarah could do all kinds of nasty stuff to Katya in this position but for now she would just grab the Russian painfully by the chin, forcing her to look up at the smiling Queen of Brawl. "Why?" Sarah would ask, her voice dripping with malice. "Why shouldn't I have done that? What could possibly be the reason?"

“Ungh,” Katya gave a dull grunt as she felt her body being straddled by the AFW champ, and her arms being pinned to the floor. Her crotch still ached but there was little she could do about it, being even more helpless than before. Katya could feel the full weight of Sarahâ€s muscular frame pressing down on her chest, making breathing a little difficult, and to add to her woes her face was painfully gripped by the chin.

In short, the petite Russian was being quickly dominated, and whilst this kind of challenge sometimes gave her a perverse thrill, Sarahâ€s total disdain for negotiation, mercy, or restraint also made it extremely dangerous for Katya. Still, she refused to give in without a fight.

“We could have negotiate!” she spat contemptuously from beneath Sarah‘s body. “You could have benefit from my services! But now you are my enemy! Maybe I have a nasty surprise planned for you now!” Katyaâ€s legs were flailing as wildly as she protested her treatment, but she couldnâ€t move from her pinned position.

Sarah grinned despite Katya's continued defiance, finding it to be quite amusing. She had to admire the tiny Russian's spirit. Most people would have begged the Queen of Brawl for mercy by now. Sarah didn't garner her fearsome reputation for nothing. But Katya had a bit of fire left in her to be able to shout back at Sarah while she was in this position.

"I don't need anyone's services but my own," Sarah explained smugly as she held Katya's chin, forcing the girl to look at her while she spoke. "And certainly not from some vodka sucking crybaby whining about her lost pet. The way I see it, Sabre belongs with someone who's strong enough to handle her. And honey, that ain't you." Grinning, Sarah would rear her hand back and clench it into a tight fist. "But if you still want to negotiate, we can do that too." And then Sarah would start unloading punches into Katya's exposed face, still holding her head so she wouldn't be able to avoid them, raining down on the Russian with merciless blows.

Katya continued to struggle ineffectually as Sarah talked down at her.

“Okay, just let me talk to Sab- ahhhh!!!”

The petite Russian hadnâ€t fully realised what Sarahâ€s “negotiation” would entail, so was cruelly interrupted by the first snap punch. Pain flooded her trapped head and she squealed in shock and panic.

The second and third punches were, if anything, more painful than the first. She was squirming like mad but was powerful to prevent Sarahâ€s fists slamming into her face. Katyaâ€s fine features were completely defenceless, and the pretty brunette was now really worried about suffering some damage to her cute good looks.

She hoped for mercy, but more punches followed. Her pinned skull now throbbed with pain, crowding out her other concerns. Her struggles became weaker, and her groans became deeper, as the barrage continued. There was so much power in Sarahâ€s fists, and it didnâ€t seem to be dulled by the passage of time or the strenuous exercise the sweaty redhead had completed only moments ago. In contrast, Katya was wilting rapidly, wincing, moaning, and whimpering incoherently. Playing with fire had been an entertaining game, but now she was being burned by the brutal blows to her face, the fun had rapidly disappeared.

The little brunette could offer no resistance, and it wouldnâ€t be long before she was groggy and dazed by Sarahâ€s assault.

“Ugh… please… no….” she groaned, half-slurred and helpless.