Priss and Sarah: Confrontation

For now, Sarah would have to live with being off put by Priss. Even as the biker's face slammed through the glass, her skin getting cut up, blood dripping from multiple slashes in her face, she would still remain out of it, not a sound coming from her as Sarah continued.

With shattered glass now around Sarah's feet the brawler would pull Priss' face out of the broken car window to inspect the damage done to her. With grim satisfaction Sarah would come to see the bloody slashes on her gace, nearly coating her face with crimson liquid. and the sight of her enemy like this send Sarah on cloud nine. "You know, someone should have taken the time to warn you when you call me out," Sarah laughed, and would run her tongue along Priss' cheek, licking a large portion of blood right off her.

Sarah would then turn back to the car while still holding Priss up by her throat. She would reach through the broken window with her one hand and unlock the car, allowing her to open the door. Once open, Sarah would dump Priss' body between the door and the car. Once that was done, Sarah would slam the door on Priss, crushing her body between the car and the door.

With little effort, Priss was thrown into the car, her body hanging out of it.

Sarah then slammed the door hard, crushing the biker between the door and the car itself, the biker's body jerking hard as Sarah did so.

"I am so SICK of you BITCHES caling me OUT!!" Sarah snarled, backing up each emphasized word with a another slam of the soor on Priss' body, making for a toal of three. This was becoming brutal even for Sarah, but anyone who messed with her stuff on her own turf deserved such punishment.

After those last three slams Sarah would dump Priss' body out of the car and slam the door shut. She would sneer down at the fallen biker, knowing she had her beat a long time ago, but there was one more thing she needed to do to her to make her point clear.

Reaching down Priss would grab Priss yet again, this time lifting her up and right off her feet. She would then drop her onto the roof of the car, setting her up for one big finale.

With each slam of the door against her body, Priss would jerk heavily, a tiny cry passing her lips. From there, Sarah then dumped her onto the car's roof, a loud clanging noise emerging as she slammed into it, limp against the cold metal...

After sending Priss to the roof Sarah would be quick to join her, leaping up to the roof of the vehicle in a single bound. Now perched on top of the roof she looked down at Priss with a sick grin. What was about to happen next would put the girl down for good. She just wished she had a camera crew around to record it.

"Get the fuck up," Sarah growled, and would grab for Priss' hair again to drag the biker to her feet. If she managed that she would shove her head between her legs, setting her up for a power move. Still with a grin, Sarah would wrap her arms around Priss' waist, and with a mighty heave would lift Priss up and over onto her shoulders into a perfect powerbomb position.

"Who's the loser now, bitch?" Sarah would laugh, right before she would complete the powerbomb, slamming Priss straight into the roof of the car. The power of the impact would shatter every window in the car, and put a considerable dent in the roof, nearly breaking it off its supports. In the most brutal way possible, Sarah would end Priss' beating.

With the loud, sick sound of body against metal, Priss was slammed into the roof of the car, lying within a large dent, her arms and legs spread wide, a completely dead look on her face. She was done, there was no denying that, her body still and unmoving as Sarah gloated there before her.

Sarah stood up to her full height after pulling off the most devastating power move she had ever done. Looking down at Priss she reveled in the damage she had done to her, a large grin spreading across her face. She had taken up Priss' challenge and soundly defeated the woman. And hopefully put the fear of God in her.

Using her foot Sarah would roll Priss off the near destroyed car anf let her fall to the hard pavement below. Sarah would then hop off the car to join her, and would abruptly grab the biker by her hair so she could bring her beaten face up to see. "I want you to remember this," Sarah growled, even though she wasn't sure Priss could hear her. "I did this to you. I made you like this. And I can do it again. I swear to God if you ever fuck with me again, I will make sure you can never walk again!"

And then Sarah would throw Priss' face down to the pavement and swiftly turn her back on her. She grabbed her leather jacket and swung it on, relishing in the feeling of wearing it again. Sarah felt complete again. With her prize in her possesion again she made her way to her motorcycle and mounted it. The engine roared to life and it wasn't long before Sarah drove off, leaving Priss a beaten woman.

Priss just lied there atop the car, not even hearing Sarah's words, until long after she had ridden off, her body completely wrecked by Sarah's vicious assault on her.

END.