Priss and Sarah: Confrontation

It was no problem at all for Sarah to mount Priss and pull her into the hold. Priss' body would bend back into it, the sharp pains coursing through her enough to snap Priss back into reality, causing her to start yelling and screaming at Sarah.

"AAAH! Y-you fucking bitch! Let me the hell go now!!"

Sarah snickered as Priss shouted at her furiously, the pain of the camel clutch apparently bringing her back to life. Even after a such a beating Oriss still found the strength to yell at the Queen of Brawl. Priss was tough, she would give her that.

"Shut the fuck up and take it like the bitch you are," Sarah chuckled, and would wrench back even further on her chin, folding Priss' body up like a beach chair.

Priss was bent straight back, but her face wouldn't show a single sign of pain, despite how much she was in. Instead, she wore a furious scowl, her voice labored as she continued to scream at Sarah, defying her to the last moment.

"F-fuck you! A...aaahh! Y-you're going to pay for t....this, you fucking bitch ass whore!!"

"You know, it's not too smart to insult the person who's currently kicking your ass," Sarah chuckled, looking down directly into Priss' face, finding her to be masking her pain behind a scowl. "You just might find yourself crippled."

With that Sarah would abruptly release the camel clutch by slamming Priss face first directly into the concrete. After that Sarah would get up off her foe, but not before reaching down to grab her top, which she would try to remove from Priss and expose whatever she had underneath.

Priss hit the concrete hard, the impact knocking her out once more. As Sarah ripped away her top, she'd find that Priss was naked beneath her leather top, and now lied facedown, still and topless on the cold concrete.

With Priss' top in hand Sarah left her foe half-naked on the cold ground, much to her grim pleasure. She would then throw the top somewhere behind her, out of sight and out of mind. "What a wimp," Sarah chuckled, nudging Priss with her foot.

sarah would then look around the parking lot. It was mostly deserted, but Sarah would immediately catch sight of a single car sitting by itself. Sarah grinned darkly, and would reach down to grab Priss by her short hair, and using that she would drag the girl towards the car, planning for some more harsh punishment.

Priss was completely knocked out, so Sarah would have no problems dragging her to the car.

After dragging Priss a good couple of feet using solely the grip on her hair Sarah would eventually reach the car, she she would immediately slam Priss again, and then clamp a strong hand around her throat to keep her aloft should she still be unconscious.

"You know, your friend beat me up in a parking lot just like this," Sarah whispered, not even sure that Priss was hearing her. "She stole my jacket after that. Payback's a bitch, right?" Sarah would then rear her other fist back, and slam it hard straight into the woman's gut.

Priss was slammed into the car, not making a single sound as her limp struck against the metal, leaving a dent behind as she hit it. She was out completely, and even as Sarah began to squeeze her neck and slam her fist into her stomach, not a sound would come from her, her body not giving Sarah any kind of response as she continued her beatdown.

Sarah didn't care whether Priss was conscious or not for her beating. Sooner or later she would feel it, and that was what Sarah cared about. This bitch wanted to call her out she was going to get exactly what was coming to her. Still, not hearing Priss' screams of pain was a little off putting.

"Wakey wakey," Sarah chuckled, using the grip on her neck to pull her back from the car. grinning at what she was about to do. "Glass goes breaky!" And then Sarah would slam Priss' skull straight into the driver's side window, hoping to smash her right through it.