Priss and Sarah: Confrontation

Priss sneered right back at her, not missing a single beat. "And you whine like one!"

With that, she would reach down and try to snag a handful of Sarah's bright hair, trying to lift her head up and slam it back down into the concrete, just hard enough to leave her stunned.

Sarah snarled and winced when her red hair was gripped tightly in Priss' hand before it was used to once again bounce her head against the concrete.

"GAH!" Sarah cried out, wincing from the blow. She was definitely going to feel a bump there tommorow. But if she had her way, Priss was going to be feeling a whole lot worse.

Growling through her pain, Sarah would raise her hands up and try to hit Priss on the sides of her heads simulatneously, trying to box her ears and stop the biker's momentum.

Priss cried right back at Sarah as the redhead's hands slammed into the side of her head. She instantly gave up her grip on her hair, leaning sharply back and letting out a cry of pain. That stung, and left her wide open for another attack from the biker...

Sarah's tactic worked; her hair was released and Priss was stunned. However the girl still continued to straddle her. It was time to change that.

Sarah;s hands would reach up again to grab both of Priss' ears, and using that as leverage Sarah would pull herself up sharply to slam her skull into Priss' for a brutal headbutt.

"Ow ow ow ow ow!" Priss shouted as Sarah began to tug on her ears. "Let the fuck go!"

Her hands reached up, about to grab Sarah's arms to try and pry them loose from her ears, but then Sarah's headbutt would smash into her face, causing her to shout out even louder, falling back if Sarah let go of her with a dazed expression crossing her face.

Sarah rubbed her hforehead after it collided with Priss'. A headbutt went both ways, but after years of delivering them Sarah was proud to say she now had a pretty hard head. And looking down at Priss she could say that it was harder than her's.

Sarah would immediately spring to her feet to press her advantage against her opponant. She would grab both of the woman's long legs in her hands, and spread them out, presenting a rather nice target.

Grinning, Sarah would raise her boot up high before brining it down on Priss' crotch.

Priss' eyes went wide as Sarah lifted her legs up.

That bitch. Priss should have known she would go for the cheap shot, so soon.

Her entire body jerked as Sarah's boot forced it's way into her crotch, forcing a loud scream from her throat. Her hands instantly went to her crotch afterwards, grabbing herself in pain as her eyes rolled back in her head.

That hurt, and Priss knew it was only going to get worse.

Priss' scream echoed through the empty underground parking, and it was music to Sarah's ear. Priss wasn't so high and mighty now. Now she was at the feet of the Queen of Brawl.

Sarah would then drop Priss' legs back to the ground and move around her body. She would then move to straddle Priss, pinning her arms down with her knees, leaving her face completely exposed.

WIth a fierce grin, Sarah would begin to unload punches into Priss' face, sending a series of left and rights in furious sucession.

Sarah was easily able to straddle Priss, mounting the biker nicely and trapping her against the hard concrete.

Then, with each furious punch, Priss' head would roll back and forth, groans of pain and agony passing her lips, as her skin began to darken and bruise, the biker seemingly helpless beneath Sarah's assault.

Sarah was absolutely merciless in her attacks, bouncing Priss' head around like it was a volleyball, a huge grin on her face as she did so. A good old fashioned grouns and pound really took Sarah back to her roots, and loved to pull it off whenever she could.

Once Sarah was sure Priss would be docile for the time being Sarah would hold off on her punches and examine her work. Liking what she saw, Sarah would reach into herpocket, and pull out a knuckle duster.

"Oh, I'm going to enjoy this," Sarah chuckled as she slipped it on her right fist, looking down at Priss with a maniacle grin. Once it was on, Sarah would rear her armed fist back, and then slam it into Priss's face three times.