Heather vs ??? - No DQ

Heather was reminded quite a few times of how her high flying moves put in quite a bit more risk than reward sometimes--but she didn't care. It was her style and when she hit them it was an excellent display and did quite the job of dealing a good amount of damage to her opponent. Right now though, she found herself in quite the bad position, hurting on the ground.

She grit her teeth as she suddenly found Gatt straddling her chest, pinning her arms with her knees, locking her in that schoolgirl pin. "Ngh..w-wha" She looked up at her, kicking her legs, gulping at the face she was giving her. Her face had a very slight blush on it from the position that they were in. "Kh..g-get..the hell off me." She let out, glaring at her as she struggled, desperately trying to push up on her arms.

Finally establishing a dominant position for which to look down at her opponent Sarah grinned wickedly as she held Heather down. She had the girl right where she wanted her. Heather had been able to get a few good hits on her with those high flying moves of hers, but she wouldn't be able to do those on the ground. This was brawler territory, of which Sarah ruled.

"No, I don't think I'm going to do that," Sarah chuckled as she brought a clenched fist to bear. "I think I'm going to do this instead!" With that she would unload a fierce punch into Heather's face, swiftly followed by another. And another. And another until Sarah was raining down a furious barrage of lefts and rights into the poor Heather's features, pummelling her in ground and pound.

Heather grit her teeth as she was pinned below Gatt. She knew this was a terrible position for her to be in, her heart racing like crazy as she squirmed and struggled frantically, trying hard to find a way to break free. "N-nh.." Heather grit her teeth, seeing her ball her fist up like that. She braced herself, knowing what was coming next.

She yelled out in pain as the first fist slammed into her face, and then another and another as she started to throw a flurry of punched down at her. She was getting more and more dazed, her eyes watering from the pain as it was raining down on her. She whimpered and whined out, knowing she had to get out of this. Trying hard to fight her daze, she kicked and bucked her body hard, trying to use her flexibility to catch Sarah's head by her legs, attempting to yank her off her.

With wanton abandon Sarah mercilessly tore into Heather with a series of left and right punches, putting to use all those years on the street to really give the girl a good beating. Of course there was a sick grin on Sarah's face the entire time it happened. She had missed pounding on the soft flesh of the AFW girls.

Then Heather's legs would come springing up behind Sarah, but the Queen of Brawl would not be taken for surprise. From this position there were only so many ways to get out, and this was the one Sarah had been expecting.

Stopping the barrage of blows down on Heather's face Sarah would reach back behind her and catch the legs that were about to ensnare her head, catching them in both her arms. If she managed that Sarah would once again grin, and lean forward to press Heather's captured legs up and over her head, pinning her feet down beside both sides of her head, practically folding her in half in the very uncomfortable (and humiliating) position, of a matchbook pin.

Heather groaned out as she caught her legs like that, bending her body quite a bit. Her face turned slightly red as her skirt flipped up a little in the position she was in. She grit her teeth hard, glaring up at the girl on top of her. Her face was red and brusing from all the punches she just took and it was almost pulsating in pain, but she just kept on.

She shook her head, clicking her teeth as she tried to maneuver herself. If Gatt wanted her legs and body to be bent this much, then fine, Heather would take advantage of it. She used her quite strong legs, trying to slip them out of her grasp and lock them around her waist, attempting to start squeezing her as hard as she could.

With Heather's skirt flipped up thanks to Sarah's cheeky maneuver many in the crowd had begun the obligatory catcalls and whistles that often accompanied Friction matches. Sarah would consider this an added bonus. After all, a fight wasn't a fight in Sarah's book if she couldn't make her opponent look like an idiot as well.

But this particular idiot was very determined it seemed, and in a sudden jolt the legs Sarah held captive would suddenly latch around her waist much to the Queen of Brawl's surprise. And then the squeeze came down. "Ugh..." Sarah groaned through clenched teeth, feeling her ribs compress slightly in the hold. But it was through this pain that another smile would form on her face.

"Oh, yeah. That's the way I like it, babe," she snickered down at Heather. "But you gotta give it more than that. I can barely feel anything over here! You gotta give it to me harder!" While Sarah spouted this seemingly masochist behaviour, hopefully occupying Heather, her hand would sneak up behind her to Heather's nearby exposed crotch, and once close enough would immediately claw into it, digging her fingers into the sensitive flesh.

Heather couldn't help but grin just slightly in her clenched teeth. She hated Gatt, but she wasn't about to let her have her way with the little trash and teasing talk. "Haa--No worries 'sweetheart', I was just testing ya to see how much you could handle. We'll get to the real rough play later" She responded, keeping up with her little banter as much as she could..that was until she felt her next offense.

Her eyes widened as she felt her claw at her crotch like that, yelling out in pain. "Awuaahh! Y...y-you bitch!!" She let out, the weirdest mixture of pleasure and pain suddenly assaulting her, making the grip with her legs almost immediately release, whimpers and groans escaping Heather's mouth.

Unsurprisingly the plan had worked just as Sarah thought it would, and the legs that were crushing her only a second ago now fell to the mat behind her. After all it was be hard to use you legs for much after an attack to the pussy like that. Sarah could vouch having both dished it out and experienced it personally.

Breathing a sigh of relief after Heather unwound her legs Sarah would once again resume her arrogant grin, looking down at Heather like a cat playing with a mouse. "I don't know," Sarah chuckled. "Doesn't seem like you can handle the rough stuff..."

Sarah would then stand up off of Heather, dismounting her and moving to stand at the girl's legs. Reaching down Sarah would grab both of her opponent's feet and hook them under her armpits, almost like she was going for a boston crab. But instead of turning over, Sarah would instead wink down at Heather, and would start to spin around on the spot instead. It would start off slow at first but slowly Sarah would begin to gain momentum as she picked up speed. Around and around, faster and faster until the momentum would actually cause Heather to leave the mat with Sarah spinning her in the middle of the ring by her legs in a Giant Swing.