Sarah Gatt vs Taylor Sparks (Friction)

The impact jarred Taylor's already unsteady head enough that she barely noticed the pain in her back. Her hold on Sarah's arm and the position of her upper body didn't allow Sarah much room to generate a lot of momentum before she hit, but she still really wanted just like a minute to get her head straight. She didn't like getting rag dolled around like this.

Still, she wasn't dead, and she knew that time spent not fighting back only increased the likelihood that she would become dead. Her eyes half closed, she fought on instinct, mechanically, like her body was on autopilot while her brain was out in the alley puking it's guts out.

When she hit the mat, she released her scissors and quickly transferred her legs upward. She wrapped one leg around Sarah's neck and passed the other under her arm, locking her ankles behind Sarah's back while grabbing the trapped arm at the elbow and pushing it over to the side.

She squeezed. Not hard enough to burn out her legs, but hard enough to apply a good amount of pressure and to let Sarah know that she should be at least a little worried. She grabbed Sarah's hair and used it to pull her head down.

At first, Sarah thought she had gotten Taylor with that improvised manuever of hers, and allowed herself a victorious grin. It was because of this overconfidence that she didn't see Taylor's legs spring up to her neck until it was too late. Her eyes widened when her throat and arm were caught, and with a startled gasp, Sarah was trapped in a triangle choke.

"ACCK!" Sarah gave a strangled cry as yt another squeeze came down on her. Immediately she found it hard to breath, and immediately started struggling to escape.

Taylor double checked to make sure that Sarah's arm was tucked over to the side. Then one hand returned to Sarah's hair, grabbing tightly by her roots and holding her head down. With her other arm she began hammering her elbow into Sarah's temple, over and over and with desperate abandon.

"WHATS...THE...MATTER?" She screamed, punctuating each with an elbow. She was breathing heavily by this point, and noticed for the first time the feeling of some hot blood on her upper lip. It was probably from Sarah's punch earlier. She hurt. Her head ached. But with Sarah in a compromising position she smelled blood and didn't let up for a second.

As the elbows rained down on Sarah's head she let out strangled cries but could otherwise do nothing to stop them. She quickly growing dazed, with the combination of air deprevation and the blows to her head. If something wasn't done fast she wouldn't last long in the submission hold.

Sarah's eyes burned furiously. There was no way in HELL she was gonna let this big mouthed whore beat her like this!

Sarah began to move so that she could get her legs under her, and with some difficulty she would. She would thenuse her arms, the traped and the free, to grab tight to Taylor's legs, preventing her escape. Then, with a determined growl and a mighty application of strength, Sarah would actually begin to lift Taylor clean off the ground. She went up slowly but surely, her face burning from the exertion and lack of air, until she was at the highest. And then, with another loud yell, would slam Taylor back to the mat in another, much stronger, powerbomb.

Taylor squeezed with all the strength she could muster.

She made sure that she held on tight enough when Sarah began lifting her that she wouldn't be able to slip out.

Once she was upright, she realized Sarah wasn't trying to slip out, and it was too late to do anything about it. She hold Sarah's hair tightly with both hands, pulling down on her head to make the impact as uncomfortable for her as possible.

But then she hit the mat so hard the her head bounced off of it. She immediately went limp, losing her triangle and laying spread eagle for a moment. One hand crept up to her brow and she stared blankly up at the spinning lights above her. She bent one leg up and put her foot flat on the mat.

"Unh." was all that came out when she opened her mouth. In a moment, when her brain was back online, she would realize how badly she did not want to be in this situation.

As soon as the legs unwound from her throat, Sarah immediately sucked in a huge breath of air. Not only had that move taken a good deal of strength, but had nearly used up all of her remaining air in doing it. If she hadn't pulled off that powerbomb when she did she might have very well passed out on her feet.

Panting and running her sore neck, Sarah turned her furious glare to the owned Taylor. She wearily got to her feet, and the first thing she would do it grab both of Taylor's legs, spreading them out wide. "Going down!" Sarah shouted, and would send a harsh stomp right into Taylor's crotch.

Taylor lifted her head and began to sit up just in time to get hit in the crotch. Again. She jackknifed up off the mat, both hands between her legs, and screamed.

"FUCK!" she wailed in pain, her eyes squeezed shut. "WHAT IS YOUR OBSESSION WITH MY KITTY!" She moaned, turned from side to side, and really tried to convince her body to move and pay attention to Sarah.

Sarah smiled maliciously at Taylor, still holding her legs as she writhed in pain before her. "Kitty?" Sarah repeated with a sneer. "You look more like a pussy to me." Sarah would then hook both of Taylor's legs under her armpits, and with a grin would start to spin her. She started off slow put as she gained momentum she started to faster. Around and around she went, faster and faster, aiming to make Taylor incredibly dizzy and disoriented.

Taylor was in no condition to resist when Sarah seized her legs and started swinging her around like a hammer (not the kind with the wooden handle, duh). All she could do was to shut her eyes tight and cup her hands around the back of her head with her forearms pressed in on either side. Really, this wasn't so bad. Sure, she'd be dizzy as hell, but it could've been worse. It definitely beat the hell out of having her crotch stomped on like a cigarette.

She wanted to have something cutting to say, but she couldn't think straight much less say something intelligible. She really didn't know if she'd be able to pull out the win, but win or lose she was still going to do her very best to make Sarah sorry she picked her.

She just didn't have any way of doing that at the moment.

The crow roared with approal as Sarah kept swinging Taylor like she was a sack of potatoes, many urging her to let her go, while others sreamed fo her to go faster. Finally, after Sarah was spinning her fastest and Taylor was at her dizziest, the Queen of Brawl would release Taylor's legs, catapulting her across the ring like a missle near the cage bars.