Rubbing Elbows (Taylor + Sarah Gatt)

"I'm sweet like a blueberry!" Taylor said while Sarah continued. She sneered in Sarah's face.

Her stomach turned a little when Sarah said the words "cage match". She'd taken her share of beatings, but none where it'd be physically impossible to get away. If this went sour, she'd be in for a looooooong night. For a brief moment she thought to herself "What am I getting myself into? Am I retarded?"

She furrowed her brow and looked at the floor for a moment to think while Sarah seethed in her face. "I think I know what you're thinking..."

After a pause, she said in an even tone. "Is it, 'It's been a while'?" She smiled sweetly and tousled Sarah's hair before pushing away from her and straightening her hoodie. "I'll be there, sassafras, settle down. You're a spitter, did anyone ever tell you that? Does anyone really get close enough to you to be able to experience this freaking Niagara Falls you've got coming out of your mouth. Go take a Midol and I'll see you in the ring. I wouldn't want to miss some cuddle time with a gal as sweet as you."

Taylor turned and walked away. Even the butterflies in her stomach wigged out when she turned her back on Sarah. Easy, she told herself, don't tweak out where she can see you, Taylor.

"Oh, one thing. You'll get your cage, right. But leave your little creepy sex toys out of it, okay?" Taylor said over her shoulder with a little gesture at Sarah's brass knuckles. "I'm SURE you don't even NEED them to beat little old me..." She laughed once and was out the door.