Sally Brown vs. White Feather

White Feather was in a bad position to do much real damage to Sally - being squeezed painfully, belly to another girl's chest, is not a position which allows much power behind kicks! Still, the punches and kicks were rather painful and annoying - Sally gritted her teeth and squeezed all the harder, trying to squash the fight right out of her Native American foe! Again, her next taunt if muffled by the chest of her opponent, but it would've been witty, whatever it was!

White Feather would yelp in pain as she felt Sally squeeze her harder. Though she was in real pain, she began to retaliate even harder as she screamed, "STOP IT! STOP IT!! STOP BEFORE I MESS YOU UP REAL GOOD!!!" White Feather went all out in her kicking and punching in hopes of being released.

This has to work or else, she'll be suffering a bad injury.

Sally could hold onto White Feather for longer, weather the storm of blows - she was a tough girl. Her opponent's voice, though, scared her. Although this was a league where a surprising amount of sadists gathered, Sally had no interest in hurting her opponent more than was strictly necessary, and she thought White Feather felt honestly frightened. So, Sally dropped her foe, stumbling backwards, gasping for breath and looking rather beaten around from her time in the bearhug, no words coming to her for the moment!

"UGH!" cried out White Feather when she was dropped onto the mat. She was breathing heavily and tried to scooch back to get away from Sally. Going to the nearest turnbuckle, she would try to get some energy back while rubbing her face from that humiliating close up. She would mumble, "Nnngh...nasty."

Sally, meanwhile, collapsed onto her rear, panting heavily, hair strewn haphazardly across her face. She'd look up at her opponent, and offer her a... worried frown? "I didn't... you're not too hurt, are ya, Featherweight? Wasn't tryin' to..." Sally trails off, rubbing her own arms, trying to recollect herself after that rather scary encounter!

White Feather heard Sally and put her hand up in saying, "Nono, it's okay, Sally. *pant, pant* I know you didn't mean it. After all, we're doing whatever it takes to win, right?" She offered a small smile as she added, "But that doesn't mean I'll get you for that."

Sally rose to her feet, offering White Feather a tired smile. "Think ya got an advantage on me there... I won't do anythin' it takes to win. Too much of a softy." The battered bruiser shakes her head, then begins to stomp towards her opponent, her grin becoming more lively with every step. "But I don't need to anythin' to win - I've got this in the bag, Featherweight! Y'all should just give up now and save yerself the trouble!"

White Feather felt the mat rumble a little as she smiled back and rose up to her feet. She would say, "Do you? Well, let's see about that. I still got some fight left in me and I can take you down one more time." She got to her fighting stance and prepared to face Sally.

Sally grinned, than downright ran at her elusive opponent! She figured that, so far, as long as didn't let White Feather put her in submission holds, she won at close range. She didn't precisely have a plan for what she would do when she reached her, and that showed - she would try and grab the native american and fall to the mat while still holding her!

White Feather saw that Sally was getting close and she had to find a way to beat her. She also saw that she was still close to the corner, so she attempted to run back to make Sally follow her before running up the turnbuckle and kicking off in a backflip over Sally.

If this worked, she can gain some more distance.