Sarah Gatt vs Taylor Sparks (Friction)

Taylor stood just backstage, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet and trying her best to keep her breathing steady. She had already broken a sweat, as she wanted to make sure that she was good and warmed up before she made it to the ring. Cage. Whatever it was. She had never been so nervous for a fight in her life. This went beyond nervous, she thought, she was afraid, because there was a very good chance that she would get very badly hurt soon. For a moment she wondered why it was that she did this.

Just beyond her nervousness, though, was uncontainable excitement. A fight was still a fight, after all, and there weren't many things that she loved as much as fighting. Especially in front of people, and the chance for her to prove herself to the other girls... this was a big night for her all around. She really hoped it wouldn't be her LAST big night.

She had picked up a pair of elbow pads for this fight. The extra padding couldn't hurt. Her bright blue hair was put back in her twin pigtails (loose, not braided). Holding each tail in place was a barrette, each with a small bright red heart, one with the word 'Punk' across it and the other with the word 'Rock'. Her longish bangs were held back with a clip featuring a small white skull. She wore a tight white (slightly see-through) spaghetti strap tank top that had a black skull on the top left and the words "Just Tell Me When To Stop" scrawled underneath. A bright blue lace bra peeked out from under the tank top. Her elbow pads were black, matching her knee pads. Hugging her hips were blue lycra shorts, zippered up the front with almost no inseam at all. A black leather belt with chrome eyelets was cinched around her waist. Picking up where her knee pads left off was a pair of knee high black stretchy boots that hugged her calves and made her about an inch taller. Finally, she had black leather fingerless gloves that secured at the wrist. She had opted to leave her choker and eyebrow ring at home for this fight.

She felt a surge of excitement as [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HHYwmgiv3ck:2a28z96i]her music[/url:2a28z96i] started up. She clenched her fists tightly and shook the tension out of each leg while she waited for her cue.

As her music hit, she burst onto the entrance ramp, throwing a fist up in the air and energetically jumping in place a couple times before taking off toward the ring. She swallowed hard when she saw the cage up close, but she was too amped up to slow down. She stomped up the steps, stepped through the open cage door, and slipped under the top rope, taking a moment to wiggle her butt cutely for the crowd as she did. She made her way to the middle of the ring and raised both arms up in the air, soaking up all the energy she could from the crowd. As her music faded out, she leaned down and propped her elbows on the top rope, cradling her face in her hands and keeping one leg straight to cock her hips to the side and show off her butt some more. Both she and the crowd liked the way it looked in these shorts, so she might as well make the most of it. Having the crowd behind you could be a big help.

She stared anxiously at the top of the ramp, waiting for her opponent to show up and trying to get the butterflies in her stomach to calm the frick down.

It wasn't long before after Taylor settled herself into the ring that the music of her opponant came blaring over the loud speakers. Despite its fast paced melody, it was music many wrestlers had come to fear and dread. Wild Side by Motley Crue' caused quite a stir in the audience, and all eyes turned to the entance ramp.

Sarah Gatt, the Queen of Brawl came storming out from backstage, and she did not look too happy. Even more so than usual. SHe was decked out in her usual ring atire, one piece swimsuit complete with her unique leather elbow and knee pads. She wasn't alone that evening, and one either side of her came two near identical girls. The one with the blue hair was Nha and the one with the red hair was Sha. They were Sarah's allies, lackeys, bodyguards, what have you; here to support Sarah as she settled a score.

With out a word Sarah started off down the ramp, with Nha and Sha following close behind. Boos and cheers, mostly boos, cascaded her on the way to the ring. Normally Sarah would bask in them, she loved to be the girl everyone loved to hate. Tonight, however, she was in no mood. The audience would get this when Sarah walked up to one particularily rowdy fan, and clock him across the jaw, knocking him out instantly. Nha and Sha were forced to hold Sarah back before she could do more to the poor guy.

With an irritated growl Sarah pushed Nha and Sha off her before marching back to the ring. Once she was there, Sha wished her goodluck, while Nha kissed her on the cheek. Sarah would then walk up the steps and climbed into the cage, where the gate would slam behind her, locked up with a thick padlock. Now she faced Taylor in the cage. She glared death at the girl.

"Two girls enter," she growled. "One girl leaves.

"Well then I hope you brought a lunch or something." Taylor called over her shoulder as she skipped off to the middle of the ring. "Also, if you want, we can talk afterward about music that doesn't totally suck. I think my dad used to listen to that stuff."

She bent forward a little, knees bent, rubbing her hands together with her eyes fixed on Sarah. This was it, it was do or die... and she really hoped that was just an expression today. I'm not afraid of you, she thought, over and over. I'm not afraid of you, I'm not afraid of you, I'm not afraid of you.

As she stared across the ring at her opponent, all of her fear and adrenaline and violence began to coalesce into something else. "Ya know what?" she started, straightening up and putting her shoulders back. She didn't try to keep her hands from shaking. "Ya know what?" she repeated.

She was sick of being afraid of people like Sarah, sick of never getting any respect, and sick of trying to play nice. She took a step toward Sarah and screamed "I'm gonna FUCKING KILL YOU!" She wasn't totally in control of this burst of ferocity, and she didn't care. It was time to do or die.

Eyes still fixed on Sarah she backed up to her own corner.

Sarah's normal before-match ritual was to take off her jacket and hang it in the corner. Since she no longer had her jacket, she was all ready to kick some ass. The cage was being inspected to make sure no one couls get out, while Sarah kept her dealy gaze locked on Taylor. She didn't respond to Taylor's childish barbs at her. Actions spoke louder than wrds in Sarah's opinion. Words didn't hurt as much as a good punch in the face.

Once all the checks were done and approved, the bell rang to start the beginning of the match. Sarah stepped out of her corner slowly, walking towards Taylor with arms outstretched. She was daring Taylor to take a shot at her.

Taylor bounced lightly out of her corner and circled to Sarah's left. Nervous perspiration beaded on her forehead, and her muscles were tickled with adrenaline. "Now just do what you do, and don't die." she whispered to herself.

She made use of a good deal of movement, throwing fakes, staying light on her feet, trying to keep Sarah guessing as to when she would come in. Sarah was definitely stronger... though they were the same age, Sarah made Taylor look like a little kid, but Taylor knew she was faster. The trick was going to be to use her speed to keep Sarah from getting her hands on her.

She decided to reign in her risk-taking a bit for this one, and forwent the usual opening drop kick. She kept her hands up in front and darted in a step to throw a fast round kick at the inside of Sarah's thigh just above the knee, ready to skip back out of range again.

Sarah watched Taylor carefully, her green eyes shifting every which way Taylor darted. Even the way the girl moved ticked Sarah off. If this was just a regular match, Sarah would toy with her opponants, get in their heads before crushing them like the bitches they were. Not this time. This time she was just taking out the trash.

When Taylor came in, Sarah was watching her moements, never missing a step. She swiftly raised her knee that was intended to be struck, partially blocking Taylor's kick. After that she she stayed where she was, not bothering to go after Taylor. Just glared at her with her merciless green eyes.

When Sarah checked her kick, Taylor dropped her kicking leg down in front and instead of pulling back out she rushed in. With speed augmented by an overpowering fear for her own safety, she got low, grabbed for the backs of Sarah's knees and drove her shoulder into Sarah's midsection as she charged through her. It'd be a lot harder for Sarah to pound Taylor's face in if she was laying on her back.

She had the feeling that either the fun part was about to start, or the really not fun part. She hoped it was the fun part. She didn't like the un-fun one at all.

Sarah eyes widened when Taylor barreled into her, and before she knew it she had her feet taken out from under her as well. With a slight 'oof!' Sarah's back hit the mat with Taylor on top of her. But if Taylor wanted to stop Sarah from striking, she'd have to try harder than that. Sarah was a brawler, and laying on her back wasn't gonna stop her from kicking ass.

The first thing she did was grab Taylor's blue hair, and yank hard on it upwards, exposing Taylor's face. If she managed that, Sarah would immediately clock Taylor across the face with one hard punch.

Taylor's head noiselessly jerked to the side when Sarah's punch collided with her jaw. For the moment that she was dazed, she was really glad Sarah was on her back. She really didn't want to have to feel what it'd be like if Sarah hit her at full power. She'd been hit before, though, plenty of times, and was able to keep from losing her position while she recovered.

She kept her knees apart, straddling Sarah's body, and kept her balance on top of her. The first order of business was to untangle Sarah from her hair. Having her head yanked back like that was not only really uncomfortable, but apparently dangerous too. With her elbow and opposite hand, she pressed down on the inside of the Sarah's elbow, forcing her arm down onto the mat and trapping it partly under her upper body. She kept her body pressed down tightly against Sarah's.

Next one hand fished around for the hand in her hair, trying to get a hold of it and force it to let go and get it pinned. Her other hand she wrapped around Sarah's throat, more for insult than anything, but she squeezed as hard as she could to try to get some kind of revenge for getting clocked so early.

"You're going to have to do better than that, you giant dyke."

Sarah clenched her teeth as Taylor tried to dislodge her hand from her hair. She wasn't letting go of her easy, that was for sure. She was gonna make this girl squeal. As her arm was pressed down, Sarah made sure she dragged Taylor's head down with it, making an even more uncomfortable position for the bluenette.

She growled as her hand suddenly wrapped around her throat, and Sarah immediately felt the squeeze. It was ignorable at first, but as time went on it was starting to become an issue, one she couldn't let go on. Sarah still had one arm free, and that one would fly up to Taylor's face to gouge her in both her eyes.