Sabre vs. Wrath (Wrath's Debut)

Looks like this cave girl is living up to her name. That club seems to be her primary weapon of choice and Wrath simply couldn't let her use that club for long. She feels that once she removes that club, the match can once again turn in her favor without any other distraction.

The Demon's eyes would focus on Sabre as the Savage charged forth to attack her. When Sabre was about to swing her club horizontally, Wrath would attempt to duck low and roll forwards to dodge that attack. If this worked and if Sabre turns around to attack again, Wrath would also charge in to punch Sabre in the face before grabbing that club away from her as she backed away.

Sabre hissed angrily as her club swung into empty air. She turned to look for Wrath only to get a punch to the face. Her mask rattled a bit but fortunately she was spared the worst of the pain, and was still quite focused as Wrath grabbed her club.

“No!” she growled, tightening her grip on the club, determined that it wouldnâ€t leave her hands. She would start playing tug-of-war with the smaller girl, knowing that the prize would be a major advantage in this fight.

"Give...me...your...primitive weapon!" Wrath screamed as she tugged onto that club with Sabre. They were pulling at the club as best as they could and neither wanted to let go. Apparently, no one's going anywhere, but then Wrath had an idea. As she kept pulling and turning, she was actually pointing Sabre's back to the nearest turnbuckle.

If Wrath can do this without Sabre realizing it, she would release the club so that the force of Sabre's pull would send the cave girl backwards and hit against the turnbuckle. If this worked, Wrath would also charged and aimed a flying shoulder tackle to her opponent against the turnbuckle to double the damage.

Sabre was snarling as she pulled ferociously, a dog with a literal bone. She was confident she could beat this smaller girl in the exhausting tug-of-war, and although she was getting tired and sweaty, muscles straining, she felt she was edging the advantage.

The cavegirl felt a surge of triumph as she finally wrested the club from Wrath, but this was short lived as she felt herself staggering backwards, shoved off balance by her foeâ€s intentional move. She found herself in the corner, with the redhead running at her… and was nailed by the hard running shoulder.

“Ungh!!” she howled in anguish, both winded and frustrated by her predicament. To make matters worse, the jolting impact made her drop her weapon, so her struggle had been for nothing.

After the shoulder tackle, Wrath would see the club fall to the mat. Taking the initiative, she would grab the club and try to whack the cave girl on the head to keep her dazed. If this worked, she would toss it far out of the ring before jumping up to plant her boots in Sabre's stomach and grabbing her shoulders. Ultimately, this would lead Wrath to roll backwards and toss Sabre forwards for a monkey roll.

Either way, the Demon would say to the Savage, "There we go, now there won't be any trouble from your primitive weapon. It was becoming annoying anyways."

Sabre looked up from her position resting against the corner, only to see Wrath wielding the club round hard.

“Ahh!!” she grunted, her head snapping viciously to the side as she was struck with her own weapon.

This left Sabre rather dazed, her skull throbbing in pain. Next thing she knew, boots were in her chest and she was tossed through the air, her body crashing to the canvas in an ungainly heap. The big, scantily-clad wrestler seemed to be struggling now.

Wrath had scored a couple more hits to her opponent and now Savre was slumped in a heap. Taking a few deep breaths, the Demon had to keep her strength up as she felt that her first win in her first match was getting close at hand. She immediately rushed over to her opponent's side and would grab at the head in an attempt to wrap her arm around it as she pulled the cave girl up to her feet.

If she did, Wrath would lift up Sabre with her feet in the air to prepare for a suplex. "How is it up there, cave girl?" Just one response is all Wrath needs before falling backwards and slam Sabre's back on the mat for a suplex.

Sabre growled unhappily as she felt her dazed head being grabbed, but she let Wrath pull her upright. In her mind Sabre still thought she could reverse the tide against Wrath - the fierce little redhead was still too small to take seriously. After all, she relied on flips rather than proper power moves.

The groggy cavegirl was therefore extremely and unpleasantly surprised when she was pulled straight up, inverted in the air for a suplex!

“No!” Sabre wailed, kicking her airborne feet helplessly. She HATED being manhandled like this.

The humiliation was bad enough, but the impact of the suplex was punishing for Sabre, her stressed back taking the brunt of the jarring slam. She spasmed on the mat, groaning, unable to move for now.

Wrath's suplex was executed successfully as she fell backwards and slammed Sabre's back hard on the mat. She would hear the cave girl groaning and she knew that she was becoming vulnerable. This debut match was turning out a lot better than she hoped and the Demon cannot stop now. Getting back up, Wrath would rush to Sabre again and go for the mask to try and grab it and make Sabre face her. From there, she would give several punches to keep the Savage dazed and vulnerable.

If this worked, Wrath would turn Sabre back on her stomach as part of her plan to finish off her opponent in the mat.

Sabre badly needed a reprieve, but it seemed one was not forthcoming. The floored girl felt her skull mask being grabbed - it would actually come away to reveal her black wrestling mask beneath. Punches to her now unprotected face kept her groggy and unable to react to events right now, so when Sabre was rolled onto her stomach she could do nothing to resist. Through the mist of pain she silently cursed her demon opponent.