Hell In a Cell - Heather Sunderland vs Saten

"A-ah..no...no..th-they're open..." Heather says in response to her as she spreads her legs a bit more, mostly from the feeling that she was getting as Saten was rubbing her thigh against her crotch. She let out a moan from the feeling as her body began to tense up more. She had almost completely forgotten the fact that she was in a match, the feeling of pleasure taking her mind off of it. She was hesitant to let herself be taken fully by Saten, but the pleasure she was giving her was hard to fight against as she gripped the ropes tightly.

It seemed Heather had fallen completely into her trap, this was all she needed. To have Heather hot and bothered, unable to fight against her. The chain was a decoy for what she had truly hidden underneath her dress. " Well! Looks like you're getting there... Too bad eh? " Saten suddenly smirked wickedly, grabbing Heather by the hair with the hand that was close to her lips, throwing her forward and past Saten so she would stumble, giving Saten time to pull out what she had truly hidden, a metal pipe!

She twirled it inbetween her finger tips, then clenching it tightly within her hand, taking a step forward to follow Heather, brace herself in a baseball like position and swung the pipe hard towards the back of Heather's head.

The state that Heather was in was one of pure ecstasy. She felt as if the girl was sinking her in quite well and was being taken in by her odd charms. However suddenly her moans ceased as Saten grabbed at her hair. "Wh-what??" Heather lets out in confusion, hearing the words that she spoke. She almost felt betrayed as she stared into Saten's wicked smirk, shaking her head as she has someone developed a trust for the girl to allow her to do such a thing. Next thing she knew, she was thrown forwards, stumbling a bit.

She had no way to notice the metal pipe that Saten had pulled out, and without even seeing what was coming, she felt a hard impact on the back of her head. "Gaagh!" She lets out as she collapsed onto the ground, tears coming from her eyes as she felt taken advantage of and now felt an immense pain in her head, just barely stopping short of causing her to pass out.

Saten didn't stop there, stepping over to step right on the back of Heather's head with her boot and started to grind down on it. " If it helps, had it been outside this match, I would have gladly showed you some love.. " It almost sounded like she was being honest this time, halting the grind over her boot, eyes had glared down at the state of Heather, seeing the tears down her cheeks. " ..But this is a match, Heather. " She actually used her name for the first time, her voice was actually serious now rather then cold and demeaning.

" ..I'll end this quickly, take care of yourself, eh? "

She then suddenly stepped off Heather's head and went down, clenching her hand into a fist and tried to hit her in the back of her head quite hard.

Heather tried regaining herself, pressing her hands down on the mat to attempt to lift herself up, however just a few seconds later she felt Saten's boot pressed on the back of her head, grinding down on it. "Ha-ghhh." She lets out as she feels a thumping pain in her head, like a horrible headache as she started hearing Saten's words. She was surprised the girl would even say such things to her, feeling just a bit better about it. However it was her next words after she stopped her grinding that got her going.

"It's a match.." Heather thought to herself, Saten's words repeating in her head. That was right, it was a match, a match with a winner and a loser and Heather was just seconds away from being announced as the loser. It brought her head back into it, it was just something she couldn't have. As soon as Saten took her boot off her head, Heather rolled to the side, evading the girl's punch as she brought herself up against the ropes.

"Ah.." Letting out a sound, she pulled up her panties and jean shorts that were down by her ankles as she looked over at Saten. The back of her head was stinging quite a bit as she rubbed it, her face still a bit red from what had happened earlier, but she was trying to get her mind back into the match.

Saten's fist crashed with the mat, making it stun for quite a bit as she raised upon her feet. It seemed Heather was still going to fight her and the grin was reformed upon her lips, rubbing her shoulder lazily and stepped forward towards her, perhaps she still had some fight in her, that would be so much fun!

" Still gonna fight, eh? " She eagerly cracked her knuckles, approaching the half naked warrior infront of her, licking her lips twice before she charged forward, trying to clothesline Heather back down to the mat.

Having just narrowly avoided Saten's punch as she sees it collide with the mat, Heather lets out a bit of a sigh of relief. She didn't know how much she herself had in her, but she still wanted to find out as she stood on her feet after the surprise attack. Seeing the girl in a bit of a different way during those few minutes, she wondered if she would be able to be as violent as she was ready to be earlier, but she tried to sink away that feeling so she could compete well still in this hellacious match.

"Y-yeah, that's right." Heather says between a few pained sounds as she felt the back of her head pulsate with a sharp pain every few seconds from the hit with the lead pipe earlier. As she stood there, wearing only the bottom half of her attire, she needed to fight that pain and the embarrassment she might have been feeling. Seeing Saten come at her with a clothesline, Heather evades it at the last second, attempting to snake around Saten and deliver a dropkick to her back.

Saten had thought Heather would be still flustered from what she attempted against her, though the girl managed to escape her clothesline and before Saten could turn to face Heather and go for another attack, the sudden hit to her back caused her stumble and press against the ropes to halt herself.

Still, Saten was not going to just allow Heather to get away with that, turning to face her and rushed towards her once more, jumping forward and trying to pounce her to the ground.

As Heather connects with the dropkick, she could feel her full force wasn't in the hit. It was able to cause Saten to stumble a bit, but she could tell her body wasn't completely recovered yet. This definitely wasn't a good thing, especially against an opponent like Saten, she needed to regain herself and do it as quick as she possibly could.

However as Heather gets back to her feet and turns around, she is met with a pounce by Saten. "Gah!" She lets out as she is hit and brought to the ground on her back with Saten on top of her, shaking her head a bit from the dazed feeling she got from it.

Saten was quick to mount Heather, her hands coming down to Heather's shoulders to hold her down, pinpointing her next attack, she brought her head back, the grin never left her face as she prepared to devastate that already injured head of Heather even further, hands gripping those shoulders so she knew she knew her pinned long enough for her to bring her head forward and trying to slam her forehead straight into Heather's face.