Sabre vs. Wrath (Wrath's Debut)

Wrath was actually quite surprised when Sabre's skull mask was off after that grab and revealed a black mask underneath. She must admit that the cave girl was doing a good job of keeping her identity a secret, but for the Demon, she had something worst underneath her own mask so it will give a lasting impression on those who try to find out her identity. After punching and rolling Sabre on her stomach, Wrath would put the skull mask back on her just for the sake of liking her better this way.

Then Wrath would walk over to Sabre's feet and was ready to execute the next part of her plan. She would jump up and try to stomp both of her boots down on the cave girl's bare feet (at least the top half) to hold her down. If this worked, the Demon would also twist and turn her boots to smush Sabre's toes underneath to up that chance.

The prone girl looked in a bad way, shaking her head as she tried to recover her senses from the beating sheâ€d taken. She was groggy, but she started to prop herself up on her elbows, determined to come back from this like the savage she was. However, she was completely unprepared for Wrathâ€s next attack.

Her eyes widened as she felt her bare feet being stomped on. “AAAAGHHHH!!” she yelled, grimacing in pain as her toes her squashed beneath Wrathâ€s jumping stamp. She couldnâ€t believe that her barefoot fighting style was being taken advantage of in this way, but it was ruinously painful for her.

She cried out more as Wrath continued to grind her boots into her bare feet. Sabre was shuddering in agony, scared that her vulnerable toes might have taken real damage from this. Her fingers pawed at the canvas as she tried to cope with the torture.

Now that Wrath stomped on both of Sabre's feet and was squishing those toes underneath her boots, she could hear Sabre screaming in pain to indicate that she's not going anywhere. Gritting her teeth, the Demon was determined to win and she won't let anything stop her. She needs to earn AFW's respect to belong in the federation and by doing so, she can start her career strongly.

Wanting to take this a little further, Wrath would get one boot off of Sabre's left foot to try and grab it while the other boot remained on the other's foot and toes. If she can do this without distraction, she would have one arm hold that foot while the other hand would twist that foot in an ankle lock, along with bending and twisting Sabre's bare hurting toes.

“GAHHHH!!” Sabre cried again as her leg was grabbed, and one of her vulnerable feet was wrenched into an ankle lock. The ring shook as the savage girl thumped the mat, trying to cope with the pain.

Poor Sabre was convulsing quite badly, clearly in a lot of agony as she howled in the hold. The concentration on her feet made her worried that, if she did escape this hold, she would be hobbling badly. For now the sweaty cavegirl grit her teeth and tried her best to wriggle out of the hold before the pain became too much.

Wrath continued putting all the hurt on Sabre's feet and toes and Sabre's pain can easily be seen and felt at the same time in the ring. As Sabre was howling, Wrath would shout, "I have you put down and all tied up, cave girl! I'm the hunter now and I got you hunted! How long must you resist before you run off, knowing I can catch you again?!"

The Demon then felt the Savage start to wriggle in the hold in hopes of escaping, and this prompted her to go even harder in the hold. She would try to go harder in squashing Sabre's toes beneath her boot while twisting and bending the other toes in her grip on the foot and ankle. Hopefully, this can earn her a win, but if Sabre resists, then Wrath would immediately release her.

Sabre was in a pretty intense position, the crowd noise getting louder as they watched the scantily-clad savage squirm in pain. The torture had gone on for some time; her ankle felt like it was going to be twisted off. The ferocity of her red-haired opponent had completely blown the cavegirl away.

“AHHHH!! OK!! ENOUGH!!!” Sabre hissed, snarling angrily, pounding the mat to signal that she wanted out. This was utterly humiliating for the warrior to do, but if the alternative was being crippled, she had very little choice.

Wrath herself would be shocked to hear Sabre tapping out. Her eyes would widen when the bell rang and she released the cave girl from the hold and torture on her toes and got off of her other toes she was smushing earlier. The crowd around her was cheering loudly. Can it be? She...She won?

WRATH WON!

The Demon would drop to her knees from both tiredness and disbelief before burying her hands on her mask and sobbing with joy. It took a while before she would look up to see the ref offering a hand to her. Once Wrath took it, the ref would help her stand up before raising her arm in victory. She would look out into the crowd and smiled proudly that she had achieved victory in her debut match which is not easily achieved by any fighter.

Then Wrath would softly encourage the ref to release her arm before walking over to her fallen opponent. "Hey, Sabre?" Wrath asked as she offered a hand to her. "You did a very good job today. Need help standing up?"

Sabre lay unhappily on the canvas as Wrath celebrated her win, growling her disapproval as she tried to recover from the pain she had suffered.

Her lip curled into a scowl as the redhead came over to her. Sabre thought it was patronising that she would offer to help her stand.

“No!” the savage snorted dismissively. Pushing though the pain, the cavegirl stood up onto her own two feet, angrily pushing Wrath away to show that she didnâ€t need her. Sabre just wanted to hobble backstage to get away from the shame of this defeat.

Even though Wrath may look stoic wearing her mask, underneath, she actually looked concerned for Sabre as she was pushed away and refused for help. "SABRE!" Wrath called out again to see if Sabre needed any help due to her current state of pain. She was willing to help, but if Sabre ignored her, then Wrath would have no choice but to sigh and walk out of the ring herself and back into the locker room.