SS '12: Sarah Gatt vs Angel, Beach party match

With Sarah standing up all she had to do was wait for Angel to get back up so she could resume beating on Angel. Ordinarily Sarah would press her attack without mercy once she had a grounded opponant. But seeing as this was a title match she figured why not give the people a show before she completely destroyed Angel. Sarah grinned once Angel was finally up, cracking her knuckles in each had, ready to grab the Latina when suddenly sand was thrown in her eyes!

"AAHHH!!" Sarah screeched when the small particles entered her eyes, and Sarah was immediately blinded as her began to water up. Sarah immediately backed off clutching both her eyes, trying desperately to rub the sand out. Many people in the crowd now started to boo Angel, even though what she did wasn't technically against the rules. The rules of the match stated that anything on the beach could be used as a weapon. Why shouldn't that include the sand?

Unfortunately this left Sarah completely vulnerable with both her eyes burning, and when Angel's kick came Sarah was helpless to stop her. "UUUGH!!" Sarah grunted, completely unprepared for the blow, hunching over immediately clutching her stomach.

Angel glared at Sarah, hate burning in her eyes. She didn't care about fighting dirty or fighting honorable or anything; Sarah wasn't an ordinary opponent after all. All Angel was concerned with at this moment was winning, and she would do what she had to to ensure she left this beach the winner. Sand was part of the beach. It might have been dirty, but fair was fair, right?

The moment that Sarah lurched forward, holding her gut, Angel's long leg would rise back up into the air. With a loud scream, she would swing it straight down, trying to bring her heel down on the back of Sarah's neck in a brutal, swift axe kick, eager for some revenge after the bucket ordeal.

"Fucking sand! Fucking slut! Fucking beach!" Sarah growled as she rubbed her eyes which were already quite red from the sand. She couldn't beleive she had gotten into this position jusdt because Angel had thrown a bit of sand in her eye like a typical beach bully. It was humiliating and it stung like hell! And no matter how much she rubbed her eyes it wasn't helping, leaving her culnerable to Angel's kick to hunch her over. Of course the worst of it would come when Angel raised her leg high above Sarah's head before brining it down like a guilotine on the Queen of Brawl's neck.

"GAAAHH!!" Sarah screamed out as the axe kick nailed her dead on, immediately taking her down to the sand, collapsing to it on her front. The attack nearly knocked her unconscious, but the tough as nails Queen of Brawl managed to stay awake, though she was hardly in a good postion. She moaned in pain in the sand, writhing in pain, blinking away unconsciousness as she lay there.

Angel wasn't fond of this type of match, this kind of near-ruleless, hardcore sort of thing. It just wasn't to her tastes, and if it wasn't for what was at stake, she probably would have turned it down. That being said, however, she wasn't going to ignore whatever advantages she could get after being put into one of these types of matches. That's why, when Sarah went down, squirming in the sand, Angel's attention turned to the beach around them, scanning it for something, anything that she could use in her fight against Sarah.

It didn't take long before she found exactly what she wanted. There was a towel lying nearby in the sand, with a bag sitting beside it, filled with typical beach gear. It seemed like someone was lying here sunbathing, before they had been chased off to make room for the match. Angel took several quick steps over to the towel and the bag, bending down to grab each of them, then turned back to Sarah. She flung the bag through the air, watching it land near the fallen champion, then stepped back over to Sarah herself, towel in hand.

With a sneer on her face, she stepped over Sarah's body, going to mount her back as she lie facedown in the hot sand. "Just take it easy, chica...this'll be over soon..." She muttered, wrapping each end of the towel around each of her hands. Then, the Latina tried to slide it under Sarah's head, trying to loop it around her neck. If she could pulled this off, she would tighten it up, trying to pull it tight around Sarah's neck in hopes of choking her out with it.

Laying stunned on the warm sand Sarah groaned in pain from the hit she had taken from Angel. She had not been expecting such a ruthless attack from the sexy Latina, thinking she was more show than anything else. Last time she would make that mistake. Sarah grimaced as she lay there, clutching the back of her neck, starting to come back to her senses. It was helpling that the crowd was shouting for her to get back up, once again lead in their cheers by Nha and Sha. The Queen of Brawl was wondering just why Angel wasn't following up in her attacks. Not that Sarah minded. It was valueable time to recover after all.

soon though a bag would land right next to Sarah, much to her confusion. Then she noticed Angel coming towards her, towel in hand, with no doubt some sinister purpose in mind. Sarah scowled at the sight, having recovered some but was still a little shaken. Something had to be done. Fortunately Angel was gracious enough to leave her a bag of beach equipment, all of which were legal weapons. Narrowing her eyes Sarah would start blindly feeling around the bag, trying to grasp something that might be able to help her in this situation. After a brief search in which Angel was almost on top of her Sarah would finally grasp something she would need, and the Queen of Brawl would grin victortiously.

As Angel came to stand over her in preperation to mount her, Sarah would suddenly spin around to her back on the sand, holding in her hands a bottle of sunscreen, pointing it straight at Angel's face. Without warning Sarah would squeeze the bottle tight, hoping to squirt the stuff straight into Angel's face, hoping to blind her like she had blinded Sarah earlier.

'More show than anything else'? If Angel could have read Sarah's mind at that moment, she would have collasped into the sand in a fit of laughter. Did the so-called 'queen' really not know who Angel was? It was an amusing though. Angel, at least, made sure she knew who most of her opponents were. After all, she was after the title, and wanted every advantage she could get, knowledge being a key.

Sarah was right about one thing though: Angel was built for more than just show, but she had been more vicious than usual in this match. Unlike Sarah, she wasn't going to underestimate any opponent. She knew how dangerous Sarah was, and she knew she would have to hurt the champion as much as she could before Sarah did the same to her.

That's why, when Sarah suddenly rolled over and faced up at Angel, the Latina was surprised. She had thought Sarah would stay down longer. She saw the sunscreen bottle, but it was just a moment too late. Quickly, the dark-skinned fighter raised her towel to block the attack, but she was too slow. It squirted right into her face, leaving a cream-colored glob right in the center of it. Angel yelled out in shock, trying to step back from Sarah, while bringing her towel up to her face, trying to scrub the lotion off her face and out of her eyes.

"HA! Here's mud in your eye, bitch!" Sarach cackled after her rather resourceful tactic left Angel reeling. The white liquid squirted from the bottle and splashed right all over Angel's face, some of it even managing to get right in her eyes. A more perfect result Sarah couldn't ask for. The crowd that was once urging Sarah to stand were now cheering in unison as Sarah suceeded in blinding her opponant, at least for the moment. Sarah grinned widely. It was her turn now.

WHen Angel backed off Sarah would spring to her feet, hoping to take advantage of this momentary window while Angel was still trying to clear her eyes. Marching up to the woman, Sarah would swing her bare foot up where she would attempt to connect it hard with Angel's crotch for a devastating lowblow. If it connected and Angel doubled over like Sarah expected, the Queen of Brawl would clasp her hands above her head and deliver a fierce axe-handled blow to the back of Angel's skull.

Angel dropped to her knees as Sarah's foot buried itself into her crotch, the latina freezing and letting out a choked cry as she dropped her towel into the sand. That had hurt, quite a bit too. Before she could even think of recovering though, Sarah's axe handle swung down, connecting with the back of Angel's head. Another cry passed her lips, and into the hot sand Angel fell, lying facedown in it, writhing around as pained cries passed her lips.

The boos Sarah was getting from the crowd for her rather cruel combo attack bounced off the Friction champ like they were nothing. To Sarah, it was just another form of applause. As long as she was getting a reaction from the masses Sarah was satisfied. And as long as Angel was laying writhing at her feet Sarah was even more satisfied. The Queen of Brawl rubbed her eyes, which were still stinging a bit thanks to the sand thrown in it, but wasn`t as unbearable as it was before. Sarah was now ready to inflict some real pain on her sexy foe.

Grinning down at Angel as she lay there Sarah would lean down to mount the Latina`s back while she was facedown. If she managed that, Sarah would grab her arms and drape them over her thighs. And once that was down she would grab Angel`s chin and roughly haul back on it, placing her in a painful camel clutch.

Angel lied in the burning sand before Sarah, groaning lightly before the redheaded champion. She was starting to sweat, quite a fair bit now, the brutal match and the hot sun starting to take their effects on her. Her skin glistened as the sunlight sparkled off her damp body, and where she lied in the sand, the soft grit was starting to stick to her.

The Latina started to try and push herself back up, wanting to get back into this match quick, but the weight of Sarah soon pushed down on her, forcing her back onto her belly. She groaned, yelling back at Sarah quickly. "Get your fat ass off of me!" No sooner than the words were out of her mouth though, Sarah's grip was on her chin, jerking her head backwards. Another louder, longer groan escaped Angel's soft lips, as Sarah pulled her into the camel clutch, sharp pains running through her back as the champion stretched her backwards in the hold.