Nanako vs Sarah

Nanako hit the mat onto her front, her muscles sore and weak. Even if she tried to get up, her body didnt respond. Not too much later, she noticed that th person who bough her, this white haired girl, was carrying her. She slowly opened her eyes, looking at the strange girl in the eyes. She barely had enough energy to speark. " Just....tell me...what will I have to do... " The redhead softly muttered out. She couldnt help but feel a little embarrased. She was going to be someone else's pet. And she didnt know how much it will last.

No punch, no screaming, no nothing. Either Seraphim had better control of her anger than she thought, or she was just really boring. Or both. Sarah was begining to wonder just what made this girl so heelish. Maybe it was the fact the girl passed judgement on everyone whenever it was possible.

Seraphim had actually thought that Sarah was going to sell the girl. That was why Sarah was pissed, that was why she had torn up the money. Even the queen of brawl had her limits. All she wanted to do was have some fun scaring Nanako, but Seraphim, the angel of fuckin' mercy, thought she was serious. Ever since she had met the Crimson Eye in secret all she had done was push her 'holier than thou' attitude in Sarah's face, and frankly, it was getting old.

Still, this public confrontation would further dismiss the fact that Sarah Gatt and Seraphim Harmonia were ever working together. This would prove useful in the upcoming battle against the Era of Hell. Let Seraphim play the hero until then. Then they could settle their differences. As Seraphim left not looking at her at all, Sarah sneered. "Have fun, Cyclops."

Stepping out of the ring at this point, Seraphim tried to ignore the world around her. She knew after what Sarah did, she felt like she was ready to burst and wrap her hands around that woman's neck. But fortunately for the both of them, that never happened, Seraphim just held her breath, counting silently backwards from ten, telling herself over and over that this will all be overwith in a few seconds.

But then, as she heard Sarah's last words, something inside Seraphim couldn't resist. Perhaps it was her ego, or just the identity she wanted to keep, but she couldn't help but say something to make the girl more afraid, and perhaps satisfy the crowd a little to know what she had to say. "Hmph, don't worry. I won't be the one enjoying it. Someone's going to pay me top dollar for her after they fuck her raw." The sad part was, it was true that she knew someone who would really do that for her, and Seraphim could have easily made half a grand for Nanako, probably more. But despite that dark and deviant tone she had, even smiling sadisticly as she did, Seraphim didn't plan to uphold it. This was all for her image, she wanted people to hate her.

After getting a little bit of a sick satisfaction in saying that, Seraphim walked down the ramp, making her way backstage as she continued to carry Nanako. She never looked at the bloody and beaten girl any more, but slowly, as her back faced the entire crowd, that dark expression left her face, once again becoming blank. It was times like this, she felt like she was never really there; just an out of body experiance as she thought heavily on her decisions.

" Uhmm.... " Nanako turned her head to the side. In the end, her savior didnt appear... this girl seemed dead serious about selling her to another person even worse than the perverts from the stadium. The redhead lost the last bit of hope she had; she was going to be fucked anyway, so there was no way she could feel happy at this moment. Her eyes closed as the noise of the crowd fadeed and they entered the backstage. There were tears in her eyes... tears that showed how disappointed of her skills she was. Those skills that couldnt stop Sarah. Those skills that made her end up at someone else's mercy.

Nanako looked back up at Seraphim, who looked a bit different. But as she didnt say a word, she couldnt tell if all she said before was just an act or not.

Bullshit. Plain and simple. The crowd may have been fooled but Sarah wasn't, not for a second. From what Sarah had seen of Seraphim she was as much a pimp as she was. Her pathetic attempt at sounding scary didn't budge the queen of brawl. The hero who wanted to be hated....

How fucking tragic.

Shrugging, Sarah tipped her newest trophy, Nanako's cowboy hat, to Seraphim as she left. Let her do what she wanted to the girl, Sarah didn't care. Just as long as the Crimson Eye did what she needed. "See you around," she called.



Winner by Knockout, Sarah Gatt