Parking Lot Vengeance

Sarah glared at Vanessa hatefully. This woman was not going to get away with that pipe to the head. She would break her in two as soon as she got the chance. Quickly she made to punch Vanessa straight in the face while she was still against the car.

"A-aah!"

Vanessa would be nailed right in the jaw by the punch, her head jerking to the side, seemingly trapped right between Sarah and the vehicle.

Sarah panted tiredly, alread a little tired and dazed, especially after taking that pipe to the head earlier. So far she was getting lucky, but how long would that last?

Growling, Sarah would attempt to nail Vanessa with a right hook. But she was slower than normal thanks to the dmage caused earlier, and her slowed punch would show it.

Vanessa had been rattled pretty good by Sarah's last few attacks, but she wasn't going to let that stop her from getting her revenge. Not now, not that she was so close...

As Sarah's punch came in, the redhead suddenly hit her second wind, ducking right under the punch. She would dart to the side and try to come up right beside of Sarah, and with a cruel grin she would reach up, going to grab the back of her rival's head via a tight handful of hair. After that, it was pretty obvious what she intended to do...she would pull her head back, then try to force it forwards, attempting to smash her face right through the glass of the car's window.

Sarah's fist didn't hit Vanessa, but sailed over her head to hit the car window. Though weakened, the force of her punch manged to crack the glass. She screamed in pain, clutching her hand in agony, leaving her eas prey for Vanessa to grab her hair. Thanks to the crack she put in the glass, the window was already weakened enough, and head to smash right through it. No sound came from her afterwards. Blood now poured down her face, and she groaned weakly, somehow still conscious. If Vanessa let go of her hair she would fall limply to the pavement. Otherwise she would just hang limply in her grasp.

Vanessa actually kept her hair held tightly, jerking her head back after it busted through the glass. She sneered at her, getting right in her face and shouting angrily. "You bitch! You deserve every moment of this punishment! I swear I'm going to fucking mess you up for what you did to me!"

She then would forcefully through her to the ground, giving her a hard stomp in the belly to keep her there, continuing her rant. "But you know what? You stole something of mine that meant a lot to me. You took my necklace, you bitch, and I'm going to give you payback for it!" She stepped over to where she had dropped her pipe, lifting it back up with one hand, slowly smacking it against her other palm as she walked slowly over to Sarah's bike.

"Pretty nice 'cycle you've got here.." She teased, walking around it slowly. "It'd be a shame if something was to happen to it..." She stepped around to the front side, glaring down at the headlight, raising her pipe up. "You gotta look out for your stuff, after all..." And with that, she would swing the pipe down, trying to bust the headlight open, then turn to grin at Sarah again to see her reaction.

Sarah was so out of it she could barely hear what Vanessa was saying. And with the blood pouring down her face she could barely see. She could groan as the other woman shouted at her. Soon the pain in her scalp vanished as her hair was released, and she flopped limply to the pavement. Sarah just lay there as Vanessa shouted and screamed at her, until she was stomped in the gut, and she coughed weakly, rolling onto her side to clutch it.

Her eyes suddenly widened when Vanessa mentioned her motorcycle. She looked up, and through blurred vision her horrors were confirmed. "N-No! Don't!" Sarah screamed. She had put years of work taking care of that bike. It may as well have been her child. So her heart sank when Vanessa smashed open the headlight. "No!! Stop!!!" Sarah screamed again, and would very slowly start to crawl her way over.

Vanessa raised up her weapon again, gripping it tight, so tight in fact that her knuckles were turning white. Sarah was begging her to stop. She loved it. Her could feel her heart pounding in her chest, she could hear the voices of vengence whispering in her ears to continue.

Her grin widened, and she paused, holding her weapon high in the air, looking down at Sarah. "Tell you what, bitch...I'll make you a deal. I can either fuck up your bike here, and I'll leave you alone, or I can fuck you up instead, and give you the beating of your life. How about that?"

Sarah couldn't beleive she had reacted like that, it had just happened by reflex. With the threat of her precious bike being battered she threw away all pride, and wanted nothing more than to save it.

Sarah clenched her teeth at Vanessa's ultimatum. On one hand she could save herself a beating and let the bike go. On the other she could take the beating, and her bike would be spared. She bowed her head. She had taken beatings before, she could do it again. "Do your worse....," she growled, not wanting her bike to be destroyed.

Vanessa turned fully to Sarah, taking a step towards her, dropping her weapon to the ground again. If she was going to do this, it would be with her bare hands, she decided, to let Sarah feel the full extent of her anger and what she could do when she was properly pissed off. But first, she had some things to take care of. Remembering her first match against Sarah, and how she had been completely humiliated, Vanessa would walk right up to her and lean down, going to grasp her jacket and try to rip it right off of her body. If Sarah didn't put up much resistance to this, she would then grab her top and try to do the same, pulling it off and flinging it to the side.