Queen of Brawl, Wolf of Battle (For Darius)

Ciara cursed herself inwardly; every time she focused on Sarah's toughness, she forgot about her speed as well. She'd already turned her weight into her right, so she quickly improvised to avoid the fight turning against her. When Sarah latched onto her hair, she threw extra weight into her right side, trying to spin around and avoid smashing her head into the turnbuckle.

She was partially successful.

Sarah still had a firm grip on her hair, and Ciara yelled out as she tried to twist around. Her right shoulder slammed into the post first, followed by the right side of her forehead. Jarred by the impact, the Spec Ops girl almost subconsciously gripped Sarah's offending wrist with her right hand, then threw a hard elbow at Sarah's bicep, hoping to make her let go. If her quick retaliation succeeded, she'd spin around and plant her back against the turnbuckle, trying to clear her head. Sure she would be cornered, but Sarah would only be able to come at her in a frontal attack. If it didn't work, more elbows to the arm would be on the menu for the Queen of Brawl.

Sarah was growing increasingly angry the more Ciara kept dogging her attempts to beat her to a pulp. Instead of her face smashing into the turnbuckle it was her shoulder, which would still case damage but it was not what Sarah was going for. Then Ciara started elbowing her arm, and after abit three or four hits Sarah was forced o let go, leaving Ciara trapped between the corner and her.

Sarah grinned evily as she realized what a good position this was. Wasting no more time, Sarah would move in, and give Ciara a hard knee straight into her crotch.

Ciara yelled in surprise and pain as Sarah's knee struck home. Of all the places to strike, the military girl hadn't been expecting that. Her mind began to reel with anger. If the bitch was going to play dirty, she was going to have to take it up a notch.

Despite the blunt pain inflicted on her pelvic bone, Ciara fought right through the pain and launched herself forward, wrapping her arms around Sarah's back and neck in a clinch, delivering a quick punch to the redhead's kidneys. But that wasn't her true retaliation. Their upper bodies were hugged together so Sarah couldn't actually see what was going to happen, but Ciara was already seeking revenge. Bringing her own leg up, she launched a swift knee into Sarah's stomach, then a hard knee at HER crotch.

"You like that!? HUH?!" Sarah shouted at the army chick. She was letting her anger get the better of her, and someone with as much anger as Sarah meant that she would soon explode.

nfortunately Ciara was less stunned from the hit to the crotch than she thought she would be, and was caught off gaurd by the sudden charge. She was soon wrapped p in the cinch before she knew it, and grunted as another punch found its way to her kidneys. The pain helped her get over her initial surprise, and before she could take the knee shots, Sarah wold send a swift uppercut into Ciara's chin.

Ciara's attempt at revenge was cut short by Sarah's uppercut, her head snapping up sharply and her knee drawing back so her striking leg would instead ensure she kept her balance. Her head snapped back and kept going, once again hammering her forehead into her opponent's. She let go of the redhead as she did so, hoping to get her to stumble backwards.

Glaring intensely at Sarah, Ciara yelled back. "Yeah, I like it! But I like it even more when bitches like you get it even worse than ME!" She was getting ticked. Sarah's lack of respect, Ciara's frustration, and the heat of the battle were all building up for her. Win or lose, she was bound and determined to make Sarah feel it. For days.

Throwing herself forward, teeth bared, Ciara followed up on her headbutt with a flurry of punches aimed at Sarah's stomach, ribs, and chest. She followed slower than she should have because the pain between her legs had not yet subsided, but still she abandoned much of her defense just to pound on the Queen of Brawl.

"GUH!!" Sarah grunted as Ciara's head snapped back at her, slamming into her face and sending her stumbling backwards. One hand clutched her face as Ciara shouted back at her. "God, you suck at this!" she yelled back.

The first of Ciara's many punches nailed Sarah in the stomach, causing her to cough breathlessly. She blocked and dodged many of them, but some still managed to get through her defenses, hammering into her ribs and face. At the same time she threw some punches of her own at the army girl, aiming for her face and stomach.

After a brief exchange of hammering blows that left the watching audience in slack-jawed amazement, Sarah would take advantage of Ciara's slowed down state, and suddenly whip out her hand to tightly grip Ciara around the throat. She'd grin at the girl, squeezing and choking her for a bit before lifting her clean off the mat, and slamming her back down to it in a chokeslam.

Ciara smiled inwardly during their exchange of strikes; this was what she was looking for in their fight. Even with Sarah's blows hammering into her face and abs, she powered forward, basking in her specialty. She did manage to deflect some of the incoming strikes somewhat off target, though. Just taking hits to try and take on the Queen of Brawl would stack up on her later.

She gasped then fought for breath as Sarah hauled her off the mat with her choke, moving swiftly to regain focus before the redhead tried something really damaging. Finally exploiting her momentary height advantage and Sarah's occupation with one arm, Ciara would suddenly move into action and snap both of her hands forward. Cupping both palms, the raven-haired soldier would slap her hands into both sides of Sarah's head, boxing her ears. Then Ciara would take whatever damage came her way.

"!!!" Sarah's vision blurred for th moment Ciara hammered the sides of her head, and her chokeslam was momentarily interupted. Fortunately her grip was still tight around Ciara's throat, holding her on her on the tips of her toes off the mat. Growling in anger, Sarah free hand would rear back, and deliver five brutal punches of unrestrained power directly into CIara's stomach.

After those landed Sarah will have reovered some, and without further ado, would follow through with the earlier attempted chokeslam.

Ciara gasped and coughed as Sarah's retaliation struck home, positive that she'd feel those strikes later on, but she fought through the pain and hammered her left fist repeatedly into the redhead's bicep, hoping that a chokeslam, successful or not, would further weaken Sarah's arm.

She braced herself as Sarah threw her weight forward to deliver the throw, but also took advantage of the Queen of Brawl's singlemindedness on delivering the attack. Swinging her leg forward with the assistance of the throw's momentum, Ciara kicked out as she was thrown to the mat, aiming directly for Sarah's crotch. Then her back and neck hit the mat, and stars exploded in her eyes. Momentarily disoriented, her body would still whip into motion on instinct, trying to roll away and stumble to her knees if Sarah let go on impact or firing a volley of vicious jabs at her opponent's head and chest if she kept the stranglehold on the military girl's neck.

Despite her slam working on Ciara, Sarah was left with nothing but pain when her foot slammed between her legs. "GAHH!!!" Sarah screamed in pain, stumbling backwards again, her hands between her legs to try and ease the pain there.