Sarah Gatt vs Taylor Sparks (Friction)

It felt like her right hand nearly broke as she slammed into the bars, her head bouncing painfully off with a clang. Her arms prevented her from being knocked out or busted open, but it hurt. God it hurt. She screamed as she hit. She had to get away.

When she hit the mat she spasmed into a fetal position, her hand twisted into a claw by the pain. She rolled once and crawled a couple steps before turning over onto her butt, propped up on her hands, so she could watch for Sarah's approach.

This was not going well. Still, she wasn't dead, and it could always be worse. It could've been a cage match against one of the creepy AFW sex-fighter weirdos.

Sarah was a little dizzy after that spinning frenz she just put Taylor though, but she knew if she was feeling dizzy, Taylor was probably ten times as so. Shaking her head clear, Sarah grinned like a maniac and set for Taylor again. As her opponant propped herself up, Sarah's hand would shot out to latch tightly onto Taylor's throat. She'd use it to drag the girl over to the steel bars of the cage, and with yell would slam the back of the girl's head into bars.

Taylor couldn't see straight, and couldn't tell which of the three... or four... or five Sarah's was the real one. She put her arms up blindly in front of herself as Sarah reached out for her. She felt like puking.

However it would be more difficult for her to puke with Sarah's hand clamped down on her throat. Then she was on her feet and this time when her head hit the bars she didn't have her hands in place to protect herself. It hurt so badly she forgot everything else around. Her head curled forward and she made a small pained noise.

She was afraid. She had to do something, but her body was on break until her mind got back. She couldn't think of anything witty to say, so instead she lifted her head and spit in Sarah's face.

Splat

Sarah recoiled as Taylor's spit struck her cheek. No one, and I mean no one did that to Sarah Gatt. A punch she could have bushed off, but what Taylor just did was disrespectful. Sarah glared deathly at taylor, but as she looked past the girl outside the cage, her mouth spread into a wide grin.

"Ladies."

Two sets of hands slipped through the steel bars and grabbed at Taylor, one with red manicured hands, and the other with blue. Nha and Sha grabbed at Taylor from outside the ring. Sha grabbed one of Taylor's arms, while Nha grabbed the other, spreading them out so Taylor was left completely helpless.

"Oh my, look what we caught," Nha chuckled morosely. Sha said nothing, though there was a nasty smirk on her face. Sarah would then approach Taylor, sneering at her as she got close.

"Hold that pose," Sarah said, right before she would send a brutal punch into Taylor's exposed stomach.

"HUMPH!"

With her arms captive, her options were a bit more limited. Sarah's punch folded her up. Damn, it felt like she was going to die. Sarah hits way to freaking hard. She coughed once, and felt pricks from the corners of her eyes that told her she was tearing. Not now, dammit! Crying never helped anyone.

Her breath came in uneven sobs, her well toned ab muscles still tensed. "Back... the fuck... up. Fight your own battles... you coward."

She picked up one boot, that felt a lot heavier than it did a moment ago, and kicked out into Sarah's kneecap.

"Ow!" Sarah yelped, hoping on one leg after her kneecap was unexpectedly struct. She turned back to Taylor with a furious glare, and without warning would send a vicious punch across her jaw, and then another into her stomach. Soon Sarah was unleashing a furious barrage of punches on the hapless Taylor, targeting her face, stomach, and even her boobs while Nha and Sha conitued to hold her in place.

When Sarah was done, she would step back, and gave a nod to Nha and Sha. At their Lady's signal they released Taylor's arms, releasing her from their clutches.

Taylor's arms strained against whoever was holding them. She tried desperately, but in vain, to protect herself as Sarah rained punches on her. One to the face snapped her head to the side and her knees buckled so that it was just the girls behind her holding her up. The one to the stomach folded her over. The several the followed she lost track of.

When finally they let go, Taylor fell in a heap, bleeding from her lip and her nose. She couldn't get up. She could barely move. A part of her brain wished that she had a guardian angel with a towel, some vicodin, and a shotgun, and that he/she would pick now to drop by.

She needed help. She certainly was going to save herself.

Sarah watched with disdain as Taylor fell to the mat in a heap before her, the anoying piece of shit. Seeing her like his made her wonder why she wasted her time with this girl in the first place.

Oh, that's right, Sarah thought to herself. She pissed me off.

She gave another nod to Nha and Sha outside the ring. At her signal the twins reached through the bars again, this time each grabbing one of Taylor's feet. Nha chuckled cruely, and at the same time the two would pull back on Taylor's legs dragging her in such a way so that her crotch would collide right into one of the steel bars.

Taylor had a lot to say about all this. Well, she would... like the next day or maybe a couple days out.

For the time, Taylor couldn't even lift her head and when Sarah's lackeys grabbed her and posted her already hurt crotch, all she could manage was a pained expression. Her mouth gaped silently. It hurt. She just wanted it to stop.

Another collective groan went through the audience when Taylor's crotch and the poll met in a painful looking collision. Nha and Sha released both of Taylor's legs, stepping back and looking as innocent as can be. "Thanks girls," Sarah said. "Remind me to start paying you." The twins grinned wickedly.

Sarah would lean down and grab Taylor by one of her long pig tails, and use it to drag Taylor to the ring's center. Once there, Sarah would rear her foot back and punt Taylor's head like a football. This was only to stun Taylor further, because right after Sarah start to remove Taylor's clothes, stripping her down to her underwear.