Queen of Brawl, Wolf of Battle (For Darius)

Ciara cried out in frustration and surprise. as she was struck down there yet again. The previous damage had dulled the agony somewhat but that didn't stop the impact from inflicting much pain. She recovered rather quickly, however; adrenaline was rushing and revenge stood out foremost in the raven-haired soldier's mind. "ENOUGH with the cuntbusters already, damn it!" she yelled "Kids before I retire would be NICE!"

Already preparing to let go and roll off Sarah, Ciara gave her opponent a piece of payback before she disengaged: a dropping elbow straight between the redhead's shoulder blades.

"Gack!" Sarah grunted as the elbow slammed between her shoulder blades, but considering she just gave Ciara another thing to limp about it was worth it. "You need to be appealing for that to happen, sweety," Sarah shot back with a sneer. "And from the looks of it, you got your work cut out for you." Sarah felt Ciara let go of her, about to pull away and release the lockup.

But another wicked idea sprung into Sarah's mind, causing her to grin like the devil. With one of her arms still holding Ciara's left leg, Sarah would grasp onto the fabric of her pants tightly, and with a sharp yank would attempt to pull down the girl's pants. While this might embaress Ciara her real aim was to get her tangled up in her own pants.

"Yeah yeah, bitch, you say that like I've never had my share of-AAGH!! I though you said you were straight!!" Ciara yelped out in shock when Sarah went for her MMA shorts. Of all the many heavy blows that they had thrown at each other, she was astonished that Sarah would go that dirty. She spread her legs out more, trying to stop her pants from being pulled down too far, and pressed her bare torso back down onto Sarah's back. Usually she would be too flustered by such a turn in a match, but retribution and rivalry jumped out foremost in her head at the moment. Her left hand seized one of Sarah's wrists in an effort to halt the exposure of her nether regions, but her right hand was doing something else entirely.

Swiftly wrapping her right arm around below Sarah, Ciara's hand quickly found the redhead's own bottoms. But instead of attempting to remove them, Ciara did something rather different. With much more deftness and quickness than a young woman of her profession should have professed to, Ciara slipped her right hand into Sarah's track pants and into her underwear. Ciara patted Sarah's slit almost gently, then slowly pushed two of her fingers up and in, thrusting deep into her pussy.

"I could say something about playing with bulls and getting the horns, but I think you get the picture," Ciara gritted out.

Sarah laughed maliciously as she kept trying to pull down Ciara's shorts, throwing away all sense of fair play to humuliate Ciara and expose whatever she was wearing underneath.

ANd then Sarah blinked as she felt a hand slip down her shorts and underwear, and gasped shock and pleasure as the girl's fingers invaded her sex. "Hell, fucking, NO!!!" Sarah snarled. If there was one thing she hated about this league it was the sexual combat involved. Why can't they just punch and kick each other like regular people? Sarah struggled to supress of moan, her body trembling from the thrusting. Clenching her teeth, Sarah would throw herself up with a roar to get back to her feet, hoping to throw Ciara off her with her raw power.

Ciara nearly giggled as her opponent squirmed beneath her from her. No one else may have heard it since the redhead hadn't let any noise pass her lips, but Ciara had felt a faint quaking of a moan rippling through Sarah's body, a trembling in her core. Redirecting her attention, she felt her foe's grip on her own bottoms slacken as she worked Sarah over and lessened the pace of her fingering to focus on pulling her shorts back into place.

She had decided to break off herself and was shifting weight back when Sarah began to tremble with rage. She barely had time to withdraw her fingers and straighten partially upright before the Queen of Brawl powered upwards, throwing Ciara off balance. The soldier girl hopped backwards to put some space between her and her angry (and probably embarrassed) opponent.

She chuckled as a flush Sarah was likely unaware of slowly drained from the redhead's face. "Tip for you, Sarah. Tops can fly everywhere and shit, but the moment you try and strip the bottoms, expect THAT kind of counterattack in Friction. Honestly." She held her right hand close to her face and extended her pointer and middle fingers again, a good length of both glistening with Sarah's own juices.

"Sorry to put your sexuality under the microscope, Queen, but I could tell you enjoyed it for a bit before you tried to free yourself. No matter how much you deny it," Ciara lapped playfully at her fingers, "you were just a little wetter than necessary, down there. Believe it or not, I want a man myself, but it doesn't mean girls can have fun every once in a while."

Despite her taunts, Ciara was a little confused herself. For a moment, their brutal brawl had taken a completely different turn, and both girls, especially Ciara, were way out of their element here. The raven-haired fighter was trying to antagonize Sarah again, but Ciara had already tucked away memories of this little discovery. Sarah may not be quite so girl-shy as even she herself believed.

Rika had covered her eyes in embaressment when she saw what Ciara was doing Sarah, and dared to take a peek when she heard Sarah scream in fury. She was relieved to see her get out of that situation alright. The young brawler had a similiar experience like that in the ring, and it was only with Sarah's intervention did she get out alright.

Scrambling to her feet the Queen of Brawl readjusted the bottom portion of her outfit. Her face was red for two reasons. The firt reason was humiliation.

The second was pure unbridled anger.

The final straw was when Ciara questioned her sexuality, and brought the fingers in question up to see. She was mocking her, and as a result, a few spectators around the ring began to snicker and giggle. Another scream from Sarah silenced them immediately, and the Queen of Brawl was on the attack again. Charging at Ciara Sarah unleashed a barrage of punches and kivks upon her opponant. Her strikes were angry but planned, aimed at places like Ciara's throat, crotch, breasts, stomach and eyes.

Ciara's eyes widened in astonishment as Sarah howled, silencing their entire group of onlookers before rushing her with murderous intent. She was caught on the back foot by the speed and power of the redhead's furious assault, but she had two things going for her.

Firstly, many of the targets that Sarah was going for were essential areas that Ciara had been drilled time and time again to protect in close combat. She tucked her chin in tight to block any potentially debilitating throat strikes, brought her hands up in a high, loose guard to intercept, block, and deflect attacks at her eyes, and shot one of her knees up when Sarah went for a crotch shot so her knee or thigh would take the blow instead. She did sacrifice some of her defense around her stomach and breasts though, and she winced as the girl started to tenderize her abs and breasts bit by bit.

But secondly, Sarah's anger was definitely getting the best of her, like Ciara had succumbed to earlier. Now instead of Sarah reading and countering many of her own attacks, the tables were now turned. Her targets were clear and well-picked, but the actual strikes were being telegraphed more than normal because of Sarah's fury. She was being forced back, but comparitively, she wasn't taking as much damage as before. But she tried one last verbal quip, aiming to infuriate Sarah further and cloud her mind further.

"Good God, this is how you repay someone who services you? No wonder I've never heard of anyone having a steady relationship with you; they'd have to be masochists just to TOUCH you." To punctuate her point and amplify the effect, she took the two fingers that had violated Sarah and, willingly absorbing a shot to the ribs, touched them to Sarah's nose.

It was Ciara's words of mocking that drove Sarah further. Not only did she question her sexuallity, but now she was questioning her ability to maintain a relationship. That part didn't bother Sarah so much, it was that Ciara actually thought it was okay to taunt her like this. That was what was infuriating Sarah, and that was why Ciara was going down.

In a more flashy attack than what Sarah ussually performed, she spun on Ciara, and her foot blasted out, performing a powerful spinning kick. Years and years of fighting had given Sarah impressive flexibility, and as a result her kick was actually quite impressive, aimed directly at Ciara's chest. But that wasn't the end. Under Sarah's onslaught of punches and kicks Sarah had pushed Ciara back to the ropes, and if the kick hit true, Sarah would knock Ciara right into the ropes, where she would bounce right back at the Queen of Brawl...

Reacting quickly, Ciara crossed her arms in front of her chest, taking the impact squarely on her forearms, but that did nothing to lessen her momentum in any way. She did a double-take as she realized she was rebounding off the ropes back at her attacker, and braced herself, trying to block with her arms when she saw what was coming.

"Oh, SHI-"

It all worked out perfectly. As Ciara bounced off the ropes Sarah sprang forward, her powerful arm outstretched, and before Ciara could raise her arms to protect herself, Sarah would deliver a devastating clothesline across her throat. With the momentum of the ropes combined with Sarah's anger fueled strength, it would be a wonder if Ciara's head didn't come off with the impact.