The Queen has arrived - Sarah Gatt vs Jessica Wright (Completed)

[Darius 2.0]

Standard Match
Winner by Pinfall, Submission, or KO


It had taken years but Sarah Gatt was back in Japan.

The red-haired harlot who had terrorized the AFW and carved a herself a fierce reputation was now back in the land where she had her big break. After several years of traveling and competing in other famous leagues around the world Sarah had returned to this new league for another opportunity to tear through whole new competition.

The lights of the L.A.W arena would go dark, a dark chill descending on the spectators before finally the music would start up. From the backstage she came, clad head to toe in her classic AFW look. The Maiden of Mean, the Dame of Destruction, the Queen of Brawl. Sarah Gatt had arrived.

Wrestling Attire

Sarah grinned that wicked grin as the audience erupted in cheers. Evidently Sarah still had some fans from her AFW days peppered among the LAW crowd. The screaming crowd was all the invitation Sarah needed to start making way down to the ring. She roared at people, flashed the devil signs to them, soaking up either their love or their jeers. Either on was like candy to the Queen of Brawl.

Sliding through the bottom ropes of the ring in one solid motion Sarah sprung up to her feet in the middle of the ring and took in her surrounding with wicked glee. Thousands of people were about to watch her destroy whoever the unlucky person they set up against was. She could hardly wait....

[LtLukas]

Jessica sat back in her chair. She had been in big matches before. Back in her federation in Iowa, she had won the title belt and had a longer title reign than most women could even dream of. Here at LAW, she had gotten a shot at the Middleweight Title. And all in between, she had been headlining and drawing in crowds that filled the arena to the brim.

But tonight felt different. It felt big, the same way all those other matches did. But more than that, it felt like something was off, the same way a dog would feel after it caught the whiff of a tornado in the air. The Violent Violet had faced down foes who were bigger than her, but it was incredibly rare that she faced down someone who was more brutal.

And when it came to the redheaded woman that she would be wrestling with tonight, the question of the most brutal did not have a clear answer. Well, not one that Jessica would like to admit, at any rate. Jessica was telling herself that she would like to go straight, to give up her savage ways and become a real wrestler for once in her life. Tonight, like never before, she knew that such thoughts would be put to the ultimate test.

When she was a girl, she saw what her opponent could do. Sarah had beaten Akashi in her debut. She had taken on every legend that the other fed had, and left a swath of destruction in her wake that would be worthy of Timur the Lame. She had won the title. And tonight, she would be taking on Jessica.

Jessica sat up. She took stock of the woman looking back at her in the mirror. In that set of purple eyes, there was hunger. There was fury. There was strength. If she were to win the match, she would need all three of them and more. Jessica thought of a plan of attack. The redhead would have no mercy for her, which was fine by the Violent Violet. All that meant was that Jessica would have to come out hard and come out fast. Swinging for the fences was the best shot she had at winning, and that would be tough because Sarah could probably take a stick of dynamite blowing up six inches in front of her face with a grin on her face.

She stood, and then made her way down the hallways. Tonight would be full of potential pitfalls, and she understood what that meant better than anyone else in the arena. But if she won, if she won, well, that would be something. Just another notch on the bedpost for her to show that Jessica was the baddest woman at the federation.

Little sister there's blood on the tracks...

Jessica appeared to a torrent of boos. That made Jessica smirk. If they didn't like her, they were really not going to like the woman that she would be facing tonight. The smirk quickly turned into a serious look as she made her way down to the ring. She liked to antagonize the fans before she made her way to the ring, but it wasn't right for the moment. Jessica slid under the bottom rope, and stared at her opponent.

"Looks like the years haven't been kind to you," Jessica jeered. "But I bet you look pretty good when you're knocked the fuck out." She spread her arms wide, inviting the atavistic and purifying violence that only a wrestling ring could summon.

[Darius 2.0]

Sarah headed to her corner to rest upon after she completed her entrance, crossing her arms under her bust, a smug smirk on her face. Sarah had no idea who she was facing tonight, having very little info about LAWs roster in the first place. What brought her here was merely the fact she had signed up on a whim. As long it was a place with warm bodies for Sarah to unleash hell on the Queen of Brawl would be happy in whatever league she was in.

Her opponent finally arrived, some purple haired girl named Jessica Sarah had never seen before, and actually cut a pretty impressive figure in the red head's eyes. Tall, a fair amount of toned muscle showing through her chosen outfit, and a glare that meant she was ready to cause trouble. She actually reminded Sarah of herself when she was just starting out in the business. Of course, none of these things would save Jessica from what was about to come down on her.

"Wow, cutting dialogue," Sarah chuckled and started a slow mocking clap, a wicked smile upon her face. "Really. I'm cut. I'm gonna have to go home and cry about this one." The claps would then stop and Sarah rolled her shoulders a bit as a bit of a warm up. "But here's the thing, grapefruit head. At least you actually know who I am. Whereas I have no idea who the fuck you are." Before Jessica could speak again Sarah would hold up her hand. "Wait, hold on. I just realized I don't actually give a shit."

Bouncing out of the corner Sarah would come to the ring center to meet her soon to be opponent. Still grinning that grin she would raise her fists in something akin to a boxers stance, the muscles of her toned well maintained body bulging where necessary. "Now you gonna bore me to death are we gonna fucking fight?"

[LtLukas]

Jessica rolled her eyes. She had seen the act before. The trained insouciance. The wicked smile. Everything was rehearsed, everything was predictable. Even though she was still quite young, she had practically been born inside a wrestling ring which meant that she had seen enough crazy girls to last a lifetime. Probably several lifetimes. While this particular lunatic had a pedigree that few others could claim, Jessica knew that with enough concentrated violence she could wipe that insane smile right off her face.

"The name is Jessica Wright," she barked, eager to defy the raised hand that attempted to silence her. "And you're gonna remember it when I write it across your fucking forehead." The hollow clapping Sarah did irked her, but Jessica knew that if she showed that such an act would be a tacit admission of defeat. And tonight even the utterance of weakness would be seized upon to horrible ends.

As she approached her opponent, she thought about all the ways that she had to ensure that the horrible end would be in her favor. Sarah was a striker, which had a lot of benefits. Over the course of a match, peppering your opponent with powerful punches would wear them out in a hurry. And then there was always the distinct possibility of a knockout punch.

She breathed in deeply. Sarah's question wanted for answer. The Violent Violet intended to give her one, not in the form of paltry words that the redhead would brush off like droplets of blood from defeated women. Instead, she would respond to Sarah by lowering the boom and dashing forward, hoping to take her opponent off guard with a spear that would get the ball rolling in her direction.

[Darius 2.0]

"Oh, promises, promises," Sarah laughed at when Jessica made her retort. At the sound of the bell the match would officially begin and Sarah's fists were clenched tightly were battle. The Queen of Brawl was already picturing all the nasty things she could do to purple haired fighter. Something that would really set the tone for her return to the Japanese stage. Some truly awful ideas sprung to mind and Sarah couldn't want to implement them. Sarah could feel Jessica studying her in anticipation for making the first move. Sarah let her, curious to see what she came up with.

The answer was a full sprint right for Sarah in the hopes of delivering a strong spear. Sarah grinned widely, appreciating the gutsy attack, but instead of moving to dodge the spear she would move to adjust her footing instead. The brawler hunkered into place, braced herself, and took the spear head on in a heavy collision! The Queen of Brawl gripped Jessica's shoulders and would actually be sent back a few steps upon impact, the attack proving pretty strong, but the momentum, as well as Jessica, would be stopped in its tracks.

"Feisty!" Sarah laughed holding Jessica tight now. "I like it!" With that Sarah would swing her knee heavy into Jessica's gut for a heavy blow. She would deliver three consecutive knees into the woman's stomach, and if she was stunned by these blows Sarah would grab Jess by her long purple hair, sharply pull it downwards, and deliver a final knee directly into her face!

[LtLukas]

Jessica's footfalls came with the sound of thunder. At least they did to her. Every step was another little bit closer to her opponent, another little bit closer to leaving the arena with her head held high while her opponent wasted away on a stretcher. There was no subtlety in them, nor could there be, for her strides across the ring came with the furious intent of a woman dispossessed of the bindings that held mankind back from descending into the savagery of the jungle.

That intent propelled her forward, where she met her foe. Jessica slammed into Sarah. Initially, the feeling was a good one, as Jessica's attack hit its target. A second later, the Violent Violet recognized that something had gone awry. Another moment after that told her that the plan had gone horribly wrong.

A knee slammed into her gut. Jessica gasped as the hard bone slammed into her tight abs. Two more crashed into her stomach, ripping the wind from her in one fell swoop. It took all of the effort that she had just to gulp down air, which meant that when Sarah grabbed her purple hair, she was in no position to fight back.

And she really wished she had been. Because the knee to the face rendered Jessica to the mat, clutching her nose. Despite the pain in her body, she was doing everything that she could to scramble back to her feet. The match was still young, and she still had the vitality to move quickly, but she knew that a few more of those blows would mean that her mad dash back to her wrestling position would be slower and slower. And after such a disastrous start, that would portend doom for her.

[Darius 2.0]

The crowd watching groaned in sympathy as each knee found its target in Jessica's belly, then cheered loudly as the first fighter went down to the mat for the evening. Naturally, Sarah thought to herself, it wasn't her.

Sarah stepped back from her downed opponent and took a minute to play to the crowd, raising her arms and taking in the boos that started flying at her. The Queen of Brawl took it in stride. No matter who she was up against, the crowd would always hate her the most. It was a mocking display to Jessica that showed Sarah was more concerned with playing to the crowd than possibly capitalizing on this advantage. Instead she would allow her opponent to get to her feet again.

"Done fooling around?" Sarah asked with a sneer, raising her fist to ready position again. "What else you got?"

[LtLukas]

Jessica made it to her feet. The hasty retreat that she made was not the most graceful thing she had ever done, as the quick half-steps more resembled the mad scramble of a wounded gazelle with a lion baring down on it. Had the situation been reversed, Jessica would have leapt at the opportunity to launch a broadside at her opponent, but she found the brief reprieve nothing short of necessary.

She would never admit it, but Jessica would take every second that Sarah gave her. Sure, it was annoying that she was playing up to the crowd. But the Violent Violet needed a moment to recuperate. She breathed in deeply, and exhaled. While it was nice to have some time, she knew that she would not have the precious seconds to hold it in.

"You're gonna die tonight!" Jessica's words came with action. It was probably a bad idea to try and trade strikes with someone who was dubbed the Queen of Brawl, but Jessica wanted to see if that moniker had anything to it. A probing jab flew forward to test Sarah's defense, then a strong uppercut flew upwards from the depths of hell to see if she could smash right through any means Sarah had for defending herself.

[Darius 2.0]

Sarah almost wanted beckon her opponent to her to try and rile her up some more, but after that shouted statement from Jessica the Queen of Brawl was pretty sure her display had done its job. The crowd was loving the show before them; the age old display of talent vs experience. Jessica was probably a very gifted wrestler, but Sarah spent nearly a decade doing nothing but fighting in arenas just like this one.

Sarah grinned again as she saw that her mocking actions had drawn Jessica into the one place she probably didn't want to be; a fist fight with the Queen of Brawl. Sarah tightened her fists, fixed her stance, and let the purple haired fighter come to her. "Now we're talking!" Sarah laughed loudly. When the first jab came in she dodged it easily. But when the uppercut came swinging up Sarah's hand shot out to catch it before it met it's mark, once again stopping Jessica in her tracks.

As soon as as the uppercut was caught Sarah would swing her head forward and connect it Jessica's face in a devastating headbutt counterattack. If the woman was staggered by this attack Sarah's follow up would be to swing a punch upward and sink it deep into her adversary's stomach with frightening power.

[LtLukas]

Jessica felt the first jab hit nothing but air. That was okay. The jab was not an all or nothing punch that required her to put everything into it. As she launched it, she was attempting to figure out what Sarah would be doing defensively. It was a bit disappointing to find out that Sarah had lightning quick reaction time, which was not a good augury for things to come, but she could live with that. One of the things that was a lot harder to live with was the fact that her uppercut was stopped in its tracks. She struggled for a second, trying to pull up all the more to ensure that the strike hit that annoying laughing face of Sarah's.

But it was all in vain. A headbutt made her brain bounce around in her skull, and she took a step back. The power of the blow made her eyes bleary. Even if she could see the punch to the stomach clearly, she was not sure she would be able to do much about it. The strike ripped the air from her lungs and caused her to take a few more steps back.

If she could breathe in right now, she would. But there was no wind in her sails. Still, she was undaunted. The steps back meant that she was at a good distance to go for something truly awesome. With a quick turn, she went for a spinning backfist aimed at Sarah's head to see if she could get things working more in her favor.