Nha and Sha vs Vanessa Vander

At Vanessa's words Sarah flashed white hot anger, and took a few steps towards Vanessa, looking ready to deliver a second beating dsown on the brawler, but kept herself calm. After all she couldn't get much out of Vanessa if she was unconscious.

"Alright," Sarah growled, though the anger woukd be very clear in her tone. "WHo is this friend and where can I go to kick her ass?"

Vanessa just smiled at her, backing away, knowing what a dangerous state Sarah was in at the moment.

"She's an old friend of mine, goes by the name Priss...you might remember her, she used the be in the same gang I was back when you fucking broke my arm. She said she had plans to try and join up here, should I guess you'll see her around eventually, maybe..."

Sarah's fist were clenched tightly with rage, trembling at her sides, iching to connect with Vanessa's face. Not just yet though.

"Really?" Sarah growled, forcing a smile at the brawler before her. "Then I'll make sure to schedule a match with....Priss as soon as I can. I'm just icthing to meet her. By the way..." Her hand would then fly out to catch Vanessa by the throat again, lifting her up to her tippy toes by with sheer rage behind her power.

"If you don't have it, then I have no reason to give you your necklace," Sarah growled, rearing her fist back as she held Vanessa. "And this is a waste of time."

Vanessa was hefted easily into the air for the second time tonight, her eyes growing wide as she kicked her legs futilely.

"B..bitch..." She forced past her lips, starting to gasp again. "G...leave my damn necklace behind..."

"You know, I was going to if you had my jacket," Sarah explained, giving Vanessa a tight squueze of her throat. "But now I can't see any reason to. You fuck with me, I start to fuck with you. Karma's a bitch." Sarah would then grace Vanessa with a dark grin. "See you around, loser,"

And then Sarah would let loose one single power-filled punch straight into Vanessa's face, releasing her throat as soon as she did. The power of the blow would be enough to flip Vanessa in the air before slamming into the mat. This was Sarah's new finisher, which she had dubbed the Slayer.

Vanessa would hit the mat, facedown, without a single voluntary movement or noise. The Slayer had completely knocked her out, and so she lied there, completely unconscious, before the arrogant Sarah.

Sarah waved her fist in pain after connecting that hit. It was rare she put that much strength into a punch, but for someone like Vanessa a special kind of touch was needed. She looked down with disdain at the woman lying unconscious before her, and thought about how many times she had to deal with her already. Frankly she was sick of it.

"Keep your ficking necklace, bitch," Sarah growled, and would then spit on the back of Vanessa's head. Then she's spin around and leave the ring, leaving Vanessa's necklace on the mat a few feet away from her. Sarah's thoughts were consumed with rage as she made her way up the ramp. She would get her jacket back. But first she had to deal with this Priss....

Vanessa just lied there, long after Sarah had left. Eventually she would come to, quickly grabbing her necklace and making a hasty, tired retreat up the ramp and out of sight.

END.