SS '12: Sarah Gatt vs Angel, Beach party match

While Sarah was in the process of completing the camel clutch she managed to catch just what Angel had the gall to say to her, causing the Queen of Brawl's eyes to widen with fury. "The fuck you call me?!" she roared as the submission was fully locked in, completely trapping the Latina in her clutches. Just where Sarah wanted her.

While pulling back on Angel's chin Sarah would remove one of her hands, now using only one to pull back with. The other one she would raise high above her head, clench tightly into a fist, and start hammering down on Angel's forehead. "Who! The! Fuck! Are! You! Calling! Fatass!?" Sarah shouted, emphasizing each word with a strike to Angel's head, giving her opponant a good pounding while she stretched out her back.

Angel seemed to be trapped in Sarah's clutches. She groaned louder still as Sarah stretched her back, even forcing out a response as she heard the redhead's angry roar.

"Y....y-you heard me, fatass!!" She screamed back at Sarah, defiant towards the so-called queen. Then, Sarah's fist came pounding into her forehead. She screamed now, half in pain and half in anger, as each strike found it's mark, each punch landed on her forehead. It didn't take long for bruises to start to form, darkening the already dark skin of her forehead. She closed her eyes tight, gritting her teeth now and stifling her screams and shouts, trying to withstand the brutal submission, even as she was stretched out harder by it.

Sarah would slam her fist into Angel's head over and over again, which was partly fueled by the rage she was feeling after being called fatass. While Sarah wasn't one to usually lrt insults get to her being called fatass by this woman rubbed her the wrong way somehow. And so she was taking it out on her by giving her a splitting headache and a contorted spine. But as she did, another cruel idea sparked in Sarah's mind, and another dangerous grin spread across her features. She would thne unexpectedly stop hitting Angel, and then release her chin from the camel clutch, though she would still keep the Latina's arms draped over her thighs to remain trapped.

"Actually I didn't hear you," Sarah chuckled, and would grab a handul of Angel's white hair. "Must be all that sand in your mouth." And then Sarah would try to shove Angel's face deep into the sand, and using her hair would rub her head back and forth in it, trying to fill her mouth with it as well as get it in her eyes, grinning the way only the Queen of Brawl could.

"Actually I didn't hear you,

Angel breathed a sigh of relief as Sarah let go of her chin and stopped her punches. Truth be told, she didn't know how much longer she could have held out in the hold. She needed a moment to recover, to catch her breath, but unfortunately for her she wasn't going to get it. Sarah jerked a handful of her hair into her hand, causing Angel's face to twist up in pain again, her eyes closing as she grimaced, crying out once more. Then she was shoved facefirst into the sand, Sarah rubbing her head and her face back and forth in it. Thankfully for her, her eyes had been closed as Sarah shoved her down, but her mouth had been partway open, and as Sarah rubbed her face back and forth in the hot sand, she would hear muffled cries coming from Angel as she tried to close her mouth and stop the sand from getting in.

Sarah laughed in sincere joy as she pushed Angel's face deeper into the sand, rubbing her back and forth in it to disorient her and shut her up, and also having the added value of humiliating her opponant. Indeed, the act was casing an uproar of laughter amongst the crowd (once again lead by Nha and Sha). Sarah forcing Angel to eat sand was akin to that of a bully on the beach, which many found amusing. It seemed that Sarah never ran out of ways to humiliate her opponants no matter the setting.

After a good couple a minutes of this, with Sarah greatly enjoying Angel's muffled screams, the champ would release Angel's hair push her arms off her legs, freeing her from her trapped position. "Hope you liked your meal," Sarah chuckled as she got off of Angel's back. "Knuckle sandwitches all around today." She would then move around to the woman's legs until she stood directly behind her, and would attempt to grab both of her ankles. If she managed that she would lift them both off the ground so Angel's upperbody would be up in the air. With a cruel sneer, Sarah would then swing her foot upwards to try and nail Angel in the crotch again with a much more devastating lowblow.

Angel just lied in the sand, moaning, breathing another sigh of relief as Sarah released her hold, climbing off of her back. She was quite glad for the brief moment of respite, turning her head to the side and spitting up some sand. Her eyes fluttered open, and with a groan the Latina started to push herself up.

That's when she felt Sarah grabbing at her legs. Her head whipped back towards the redhead, and it didn't take long for her to realise what Sarah was up to. Not for the first time this match, a worried look would cross her face, as Sarah raised her legs higher, lifting up her upper body. With a desperate burst of energy, Angel would try to twist her strong, powerful legs, trying to throw Sarah off to stop her from nailing her with the low blow.

After grabbing Angel by her ankles Sarah didn't think the woman would have the strength to avoid this next brutal attack. After pounding and humiliating Angel for a good while Sarah was ready to dish out some real pain on her opponant. But unfortunately it seemed Angel had other plans. Surprsing Sarah with the sudden burst of strength in her legs the Queen of Brawl would be thrown like a doll into the sand.

"Ugh!" Sarah grunted as she hit the dirt, but would roll with the impact to a less disadvantaged position. WHen she hit the sand Sarah would roll to a crouching position before quickly bounding to her. She would give Angel a greeneyed glare, pissed off at her stubborness, before she would suddenly smirk. Once she was standing again, Sarah would start to backpeddle, jogging backwards a little to get away from Angel.

As Sarah backed away from Angel, the white-haired warrior rolled over to her back and lied there sprawled in the sand for a moment, taking the opportunity to rest. Her legs were her best feature, and she was damn proud of them. She was glad they still had the strength to kick Sarah away, but the Latina did find it odd that the champ was racing away from her so quick. Knowing that Sarah was probably up to something, Angel took a deep breath and quickly hurried up to her feet, eyeing the beach for Sarah to see where she had backed off to.

While Angel took the time to recover Sarah was taking the time to get away from Angel, much to the confusion of everyone watching. Just what was Sarah up to the time?

Seeing that Angel was not following her right away Sarah stopped backpeddling and instead spun around and took off in a run. It soon became clear to everyone just where she heading. The Queen of Brawl was heading straight for the water. The waves from the ocean were not particularily rough as they crashed onto shore but they were sizable, and sarah was heading straight for them. As soon as she was close enough Sarah laughed and flopped into the water, dunking herself down underneath it, sticking to the shallows.

When she finally emerged she burst from the water now soaking wet. The water cascaded down her barely clothed form, and with a fling of her head most of the water was tossed from her short red locks. Her nipples poked through the fabric of her bikini top revealing just how cold the water was. Sarah sighed in satisfaction, and with a maddening grin she cast her eyes on Angel. "What's the matter?" she asked mockingly. "Afraid to get wet?"

Angel smirked as she saw Sarah playing in the shallows. Her mind flashed back to her match with Akashi from the year before, and how their match had ended in the shallows, with Angel's defeat. This year, though, the Latina planned on things going differently. She wasn't one to turn down a challenge, especially when Sarah was being so mocking with it. Although, if she was going to meet Sarah's challenge, she was going to do it on her own terms.

First things first though. Flashing Sarah a grin and a quick wink, she grabbed the top of the comfy gym shorts she was wearing, and bending over slowly she began to pull them down to her ankles. As she pulled them down, she wiggled her butt towards her cheering and whistling fans, giving them a view of her tight ass wrapped up in a navy blue bikini bottom. Obviously, she had been expecting the match to hit the water at some point, and had came prepared, and didn't mind giving the audience a bit of a show as she slipped off her shorts. She then straightened back up, stepping out of them and looking back towards the surf.

She began to head towards the water, but unlike Sarah who ran into it, Angel took her time, heading slowly towards it, taking every step carefully, trying to shake off the feelings of pain from earlier as she headed towards the water's edge. About halfway there though, she noticed something lying on the bench ahead of her...a volleyball, and as soon as she saw it, her mind came up with a plan for dealing with Sarah.

"Hey fatass, catch this!" She screamed towards the water, breaking into a run. As she approached the volleyball, Angel drew her long, powerful leg back and swung it towards the object, thoughts of her old days playing soccer flashing through her mind. She kicked the volleyball with all her might, letting it sail through the air, straight towards Sarah. She kept running though, hoping Sarah wouldn't be able to react in time, hoping the volleyball would slam into her as Angel approached the water after it...