Priss and Sarah: Confrontation

Priss lied there in a daze as Sarah stopped, the biker looking mostly out of it. She had to admit, Sarah could throw a damn punch...

...a damn punch that would be made even worse, by the knuckleduster slipped onto her hand. Priss was in no shape to fight back at the moment, and so Sarah would be able to pound her easily with the weapon, the third hit striking right along the side of her head, causing a long, bloody gash to form, blood starting to ooze down the side of Priss' face.

Sarah loved it when her powerful armed fist collided with Priss' soft flesh. She knew first hand what a good pair of knuckle dusters could do, especially when her foe was utterly helpless to them.

With a maniacle grin, Sarah would bring her knuckle dusters to her face, and slowly lick Priss blood off them, looking down at the girl darkly. She would then clasp both her hands around the woman's throat, and start to squeeze for all she was worth, throttling the girl with her bare hands.

Priss lied there, shuddering gently under Sarah's body. There wasn't much she could do in this situation, not after taking so many hits, especially with her arms pinned down.

Then Sarah's hands would wrap around her neck, and Priss would start to gag under the redhead's hold. Her eyes went wide, the biker gasping for air as she was throttled, completely helpless at the moment against Sarah...

Sarah looked straight into Priss' wide eyes as she strangled the life out of her, a large an slightly maniacle grin on her face as she did. Her hands tightened around her neck, denying her further air.

"I could kill you, you know," sarah whispered to Priss, getting in close to her face. "It would be so easy. I could snap your neck, or just wait for you to choke to death." Sarah's smile was all teeth. "But I'm not down punishing you yet. You're new here, so I'm gonna teach you what happens when you fuck with Sarah Gatt!"

sarah would then unclasp her hands from Priss' throat, and instead grab her by the collar of her clothes, using them to pull her up so she could deliver a brutal headbutt to her face.

Priss was hauled right up to her feet, panting and gasping as Sarah released her neck, finally. Before she could get too much air though, Sarah's headbutt would smash into her, and unless the redhead kept a hold on her, she would drop right back to her feet, her face busted open by the brutal attack, her nose starting to pour out a fair amount of blood from the smash.

After headbutting Priss Sarah was all over her, still holding onto her collar even after the smash. Priss blood splashed onto her face but she paid it no mind. In fact, she liked it.

Sarah would then give Priss a cruel grin, and she would then reach down for her, and with a mighty heave the brawler would lift the biker right over her head, displaying her higher than average strength by lifting Priss in a gorilla press.

While it was an incredible sight, Sarah wasn't planning on keeping Priss there for long. She would keep her aloft for five seconds, wanting Priss to get a grasp on her situation, before she would suddenly bring Priss down, dropping to one knee as she did so, leaving Priss' spine to collide with her outstretched knee.

Priss was helpless at this point against Sarah, completely unable to defend against her. She was lifted into the air by Sarah, her limbs dangling uselessly down at she was hefted upwards...then she would fall right back down over Sarah's knees. Her eyes went wide at this, her body jerking uncontrollably at the attack on her spine. She began to cough up a bit of blood, her body and form in terrible condition now, Sarah completely dominating over her...

After the brutal backbreaker Sarah kept Priss across her knee, smiling like a demon when she saw the biker cough up some blood. "Aw, didn't hear that snap," Sarah said in fake dissapointment. "Guess breaking you will be a little harder than I thought."

Sarah would then raise her arms above her head, clasping her hands together tightly. She would then bring them down in an axe-handled blow directly into Priss' stomach as she lay across her knee. Sarah wouldn't stop there, and would deliver two more blows just like it into Priss' stomach before dumping the poor woman off her knee.

Each of Sarah's blows would hit, and hit well, causing Priss to jerk around with each one. Finally the redhead would let her go, and Priss would slide off her knee, into an unmoving, still heap on the concrete before her.

After dumping Priss onto the cold concrete Sarah would get back to her feet, glaring down at the sorry sight at her feet. Seeing Priss like this reminded her of how she lost her jacket in the first place, when Vanessa had ambushed her in a different parking lot, subjecting her to a beating much like the one she was giving Priss. It seemed only fitting that this be the way she punish the current posseser of her jacket,

Sarah would spit out blood by Priss' body before moving to mount her back. She would then grab Priss' arms, drape them over her thighs, and then complete the manuever by pulling back harshly on Priss' chin, trapping her in a camel clutch.