Parking Lot Vengeance

Sarah grunted in protest as Vanessa flung off her favourite leather jacket, another one of her prized posessions. She knew what Vanessa was doing. In their match Sarah had stripped her in the ring, and now Vanessa was trying to do the same. Of course Sarah didn't want this, but she was so weak she could barely lift her arms. Her shirt would be taken off without much of a fight, leaving her in a black sports bra and jeans. Sarah groaned, but noticed Vanessa had dropped the pipe not far off. It was her only chance, so she would try to slowly reach for it....

Vanessa wasn't completely stupid, and she had a feeling that Sarah would try something like trying to get her weapon. She waited for her to reach out for it, taking a small step back from her, waiting for just the right moment...then suddenly raised one of her feet, going to stomp hard onto Sarah's hand as she stretched it out for the pipe, putting all her weight onto her booted foot, obviously trying to cause as much damage to Sarah's hand and fingers as she could.

"AHHHH!!!" Sarah screamed in agony. Vanessa's foot crushed down on her hand, and it was a miracle nothing broke. Immediately she cradled it, abandoning the pipe that lay not far off. The hand was useless at the moment, throbbing with pain. She couldn't even clench it into a fist.

"Idiot..." Vanessa mumbled under her breath, watching Sarah cradling her hand to herself. She stepped around, kicking the pipe so it was knocked away from the two women, then moved around to Sarah's legs.

"Now, where was I..? That's right, I was giving our queen bitch a taste of her own medicine," she continued, kneeling down by Sarah, reaching out to start to unbutton and unzip her pants. She then would stand again, going to grab the legs of them, trying to jerk her jeans right off her, just as she did Sarah's top.

Still cradling her hand, Sarah was again helpless to Vanessa stripping her further. Her jeans would be emoved easily enough, leaving her lying on the pavement in only her sports bra and panties. Sarah had no qaulms about public nudity, but being stripped by this woman left her feeling sick to her stomach. Not to mention now she was pretty cold.

Vanessa flung her pants away from her, standing over Sarah and staring down at her, letting her eyes trace slowly up and down her opponent's helpless form. She had to admit to herself, Sarah had a great body, but now wasn't the time for such thoughts.

She leaned down again, grabbing Sarah once more, one hand grasping her hair, the other grabbing her by the back of her sports bra, hauling her back up to her feet. She started to drag her towards another car that was sitting nearby, going to slam her up against it, and would start to hold her there with one hand, curling up a tight fist with the other, starting to pummel her angrily in her unprotected stomach, letting her skills as a striker take over as she hammered her repeatedly there.

Sarah grit her teeth as she was hauled up by her hair, refusing to cry out and give this woman the satisfaction. She could still barel stand, so Vanessa would have to drag her most of the way. Her face was still wet with blood, but at least it seemed to have stopped flowing.

She grunted as she was slammed against yet another car, and forced to stay in place by her sadistic tormentor. Before the punches came Sarah glared hatefully at the woman before her, and then was mercilessly pummeled. Each time a fist hit her stomach Sarah buckled and twitched, letting out soft 'oooff' noises. Her one hand was still hurting, so she would use the only one she had at the moment to try and punch Vanessa back.

Vanessa took a few of Sarah's shots, grunting with a few small oofs herself. She would let Sarah go, then try to catch her fist as it came in to punch her again. If she was able to, she would twist Sarah's arm around, pulling it downwards, then go for one big chop down onto her elbow.

Finally the punches stopped, but Sarah found her arms was grabbed. "GAH!!" Sarah screamed, her elbow exploding with pain. It fell to her side, throbbing and useless. Now both her arms were rendered momentarily useless. If Vanessa allowed her, Sarah would slump to a sitting position against the car.

Vanessa would lean down as Sarah slumped in front of the car, smirking and getting in her face again.

"Y'know what? I could keep this up all day, I could bust up every bone in your body and have you bleeding from every pore, but you know what? Fuck you. I'm better than you and you know it."

Vanessa stands up straight up, stepping back from Sarah and placing her hands on her hips. "What do you have to say about that, huh, bitch?"