Sarah Gatt vs Taylor Sparks (Friction)

"Yeah!" Taylor called, feeling a surge of new energy when she felt her knee connect solidly with Sarah's face.

She shook her head to clear out the stars and took off again after Sarah. A couple running steps set her up for a big jump and she dove high at Sarah. She swung her elbow around and smashed it into the back of Sarah's head, bouncing it off the bars of the cage. She had to throw up a hand in front to make sure her own momentum didn't send her headfirst into the cage.

"GAAHHHH!!" Sarah screamed, her head making an ugly sound as it collided with the steel cage. Those at ringside winced, including Nha and Sha. Sarah fell backwards clutching her head, screaming in both pain and fury.

The fear of being beaten to a bloody mess joined with the thrill of actually being able to hurt someone so frightening, and with the adrenaline the feeling was intoxicating. Taylor didn't hesitate, she knew that letting up would only increase her chances of getting beaten down, and if she had a chance to make her mark in AFW is was right now.

She hopped over to the other side of Sarah's floored body and stepped down on her hair with one foot to keep her still. She raised up the other boot so her knee was almost to her chest and with a vicious sneer she stomped down on Sarah's face. It was meaner than she was accustomed to being, but Sarah made it very clear that she wasn't playing nice either.

Sarah could only thank her lucky stars that the collision to the steel bars hadn't drawn blood. Damn if it didn't hurt like hell anyway though. Not to mention the humiliation of having this little bith take her down like this!

As dazed as Sarah was, looking up she could see Taylor approaching. She tried to move, but a sharp pain in her scalp told her that wasn't happening, not with her opponant standing on her hair. Her eyes widened when the girl raised her foot, knowing what was coming, and immediately raised her hands to stop the stomp as it came crashing down. Sarah was just barely able to stop it, and with the strength that was behind it knew that it would have hurt like hell.

Still holding her foot, Sarah looked up, and immediately caught sight of the underside of Taylor's skirt, and Sarah was presented with a target she couldn't pass up. Sarah immediately shot one of her fist up, aiming it to collide directly with Taylor's crotch.

There was a brief moment when Taylor was just irritated that her boot didn't find it's mark. She opened her mouth to say something annoying but was cut short. Suddenly in blinding pain, she dropped to her knees, both hands between her legs and started rolling and scrambling away from Sarah, trying to buy the time she needed to recover.

"Fuuuuuck!" she moaned. Payback was a bitch. "Look all you want but don't touch THAT." she whined, her words somewhat muffled from having her face in the mat.

Payback was a bitch. A bitch named Sarah Gatt.

Clenching her teeth, Sarah rolled to her feet, one hand still clutching her head where a dull throbbing had set in. She glared at Taylor's downed form, and with a scowl started to stal her way over to her. Once there she would reach down and haul the bluenette up by her hair again, but halfway up Sarah would slam not one-but two viscious knee strikes directly into Taylor's face! If she pulled those off, Sarah would keep holding Taylor up by the hair afterwards.

Taylor groaned as she felt herself pulled back up by her hair again. This sucks.

She knew what was coming, with Sarah standing in front of her, and she mechanically lifted both forearms to cover her face. The impact still jarred her, and probably hurt her forearms as much as it would've hurt her head, but at least she got to stay conscious.

Feeling that she couldn't get away, Sarah still had a hold on her hair, she decided instead to go the other way and wrapped her arms as tightly as she could around Sarah's knees. She pushed her weight awkwardly into Sarah, hoping to knock her over or off balance or anything that would keep her at bay long enough to get safe again.

The knee strikes may not have hit properly, but Sarah was no less satisfied with the results. If she could stop Taylor from running her fucking mouth that was a victory on its own.

Sarah grinned amusingly as Taylor attempted to push her down, but the Queen of Brawl was having none of that. She hammered her fist down on the top of Taylor's head. "Just stop. You're embaressing yourself," Sarah sneered. If she managed all this, she would reach down for Taylor, grabbing her so she could lift her right off her feet. She would only be held for a few moments though, before her back would brutally be slammed down across Sarah's outstretched knee for a devastating backbreaker.

Taylor growled. She could just make out Sarah's words and did not like the idea of Sarah talking trash to HER.

She silently sunk a little when Sarah clubbed her over the head. She couldn't get any relief for long enough to really clear her head, and she felt like she needed to come up for air. When Sarah lifted her up she panicked for a moment, but thought fast.

"Whee." she said quietly. She managed to snake one leg around the far side of Sarah's midsection and wrapped one ankle around the other behind her. There was nothing much she could do about Sarah picking her up, but she sure as hell wasn't going back down without a fight. She squeezed with her legs to scissor any air she could out of Sarah while holding on to one of Sarah's arms for dear life, making sure that she couldn't get the angle necessary to drop her over her knee.

While suspended in midair for a moment, wrapped around Sarah, her mouth almost sub consciously kept running. "Maybe... you'd be better off...Kawaii?" She half managed a sneer through the expression of pain she carried.

Sarah blinked when she felt Taylor's legs slip around her waist, and immediately winced as the squeeze started to come down on her. It was certainly a counter she had not been expecting. "Ugh! You piece of shit!" Sarah snarled, and now stumbled around wuth the bluenetter wrapped around her like a parasite. Her other arm was still free, which she would immediately use to slug Taylor across the face a few times.

Sarah would do this about three times before an idea would suddenly come to her. Taylor may not be in a position for the backbreaker, but she was in a perfect posiiton for a powerbomb. Sarah grinned quite darkly at the realization. She would immediately grab Taylor's shoulders, sneer at her, and then simply drop down to her butt, slamming Taylor's back into the mat.