Sabre vs. Wrath (Wrath's Debut)

Wrath would groan and pant as she staggered to her feet to stand up again. She would hear the cheers for Sabre behind her and she couldn't help but feel irritated. She supposes that because she's new, she has no recognition amongst the wrestling fans yet. But still, the Demon was determined to make a name for herself even if it means getting hurt in the process.

Wrath was halfway up in standing straight when she looked back and saw Sabre. The Savage threw her body against the ropes and propelled herself from them in order to attack. Not wanting another blow, Wrath would catch her breath a little more before attempting to jump and roll sideways at the moment of Sabre's dropkick. If this worked, Sabre would miss and the damage would be dealt to her instead as Wrath would step away.

Sabre growled in anger as she saw Wrath roll away at the last second. Fortunately the wild cavegirl was able to turn in mid-air, breaking her fall with her arms and not landing too painfully.

However, she was still frustrated at having missed her prey. The white-haired wrestler grunted and slowly clambered back to her feet.

Now that Wrath got away safely, she can plan her next move to get at Sabre again. Seeing how tough and ferocious this Savage is, she has to watch herself out there. As Sabre was trying to stand up, Wrath would go behind and attempt to wrap her arms around her waist. If this worked, she would throw Sabre back for a German suplex throw. This should give Sabre some added damage.

“Nghh… no way!!” Sabre exclaimed as she felt Wrathâ€s arms wrap around her waist. She was incredulous that the smaller fighter would think that she could suplex a much larger girl.

Sabre learnt the hard way, though, as she was swiftly picked off her feet and slammed backwards into the mat, her shoulders driving painfully into the canvas. The ring shook at the impressive power move.

“AGHH!!” she groaned as a wave of agony shot down her spine.

Wrath managed to pull off her German suplex throw and she had Sabre wreaking in pain. Seeing her on her hurting back, she would go at the feet of the cave girl to prepare for another move. The Demon would try to grab at the legs and put them under her armpits while Sabre was still down. If this works, she would turn the cave girl over on her stomach and Wrath would sit on her back with a Boston crab, putting pain on the legs, feet, and lower back.

Sabre was pretty disoriented in the aftermath of the slam and unable to stop Wrath grabbing her legs and flipping her over until it was too late.

“Ungh!!” she cried as she found herself in the Boston crab.

This put pressure on her already aching spine and she howled in pain for a few long unpleasant moments.

However, her brain focused, and the floored girl would grit her teeth and try to drag herself towards the corner of the ring. She wasnâ€t aiming for the ropes, though - Sabre could see her discarded bone club at the edge of the ring, and if she could reach it, would use it to smack her opponent off of her.

Wrath would manage to get Sabre in the Boston crab and she sat on the Savage's back to keep her hold locked in. Hearing her howl in pain, the Demon can see that the submission is working and things were turning in her favor. She kept pulling back on her opponet's legs to see how long she could last.

However, Wrath would later feel Sabre trying to drag herself towards the corner of the ring. This confused Wrath on why she isn't going to the ropes, but she'll soon find out once Sabre got her club.

Sabre was grunting with pain as she was tortured in the boston crab, but she forced herself to keep moving towards the edge of the ring. The agony in her spine was offset by the relief she felt as her stretching fingers grasped her trusty club.

“Take this!” she snarled, blindly swinging the club behind her, aiming several jabs at where she knew Wrath had to be. They wouldnâ€t be the hardest weapon blows, but she just needed to get free of the submission hold for now. Then she could get her revenge in full.

As soon as Sabre grabbed her club, Wrath would feel that weapon hit her from behind several times. "AAGH!! WHAT THE-!!" She immediately released her opponent from the submission and stepped away. As she kept her distance, she fixed her mask for it held something of great importance to her: the reason why she fights. Wrath just cannot afford to lose it from her mask.

Wrath would rub the places where the club had hit the hardest as she gazed upon the club itself. But through the pain, she would smirk as she said, "Hmph, a primitive weapon as a means for desperate measures. How predictable..." She waited for Sabre to come at her for she had more to show and not even a weapon can diminish her fighting spirit.

Sabre grinned to herself as she felt Wrath back off from her and her club. She planted the weapon on the ground, using it like a cane to quickly get back to her feet without stressing her aching spine. Sabre hefted it into her hands, wielding it like a baseball bat now, comforted by the smooth hard weapon.

Her red-haired opponent stood firm. Brave, thought Sabre, but foolish. The cavegirl gave a loud growl to psych herself up, then ran towards Wrath, swinging her club sideways in a horizontal strike aimed straight at the other girlâ€s head.