Hell In a Cell - Heather Sunderland vs Saten

As the elbow connects with Saten's back, Heather looks for any sign of the girl trying to back away. Not getting any of that, Heather raises her arm up about to bring it down for another elbow. However this motion is stopped when Saten retaliates. "Ah!?" she lets out as Saten grabs her ankles. Heather tries bringing her arm down before she can do anything, but it was too late.

Saten flips Heather over her and her back comes crashing down to the mat. Heather sits up a bit and rubs her hand on her back while groaning from the pain. Her eyes shut and her teeth clenched, she tries to start to get to her feet as soon as she can, up on one knee first, and then fully, before Saten can capitalize and attack her on the ground. That is only if she doesn't attack before she gets up.

Saten however, had different plans. Her back had stung from the shot of the girl's elbow, it had effectively rendered Saten quiet for a few seconds. Though, being the sort of masochist she is, Saten wasn't going to ' lick her wounds '. She forced herself to stand up straight and turn to face Heather, the soft spinal crack that came from her, was something that made her shudder. It felt so great!

Still, she had matters to attend to, mainly the destruction of Heather and so Saten charged straight at her, not wanting her to gain her composure while the girl was standing up, extending her arm to the side and literally tried to bulldoze Heather to the ground with a strong clothesline attempt.

The match didn't seem to be going all too well for Heather at the moment. She was able to get in one or two hits on the girl, but the big moves were definitely being delivered by Saten and not Heather. She knew that as she quickly shuffled up to her feet in order to try and avoid any ground attacks that the girl might have in store for her. However, even if she may have saved herself from an attack such as that, she wasn't able to react in time to avoid the next attack that was coming for her anyways.

Just as Heather had fully gotten to her feet, she saw Saten charge directly at her. As the girl extended her arm for her next attack, Heather was taken down hard by her clothesline. "Gaagh!" She lets out as the impact sends her back crashing to the canvas with the upper area and her head bouncing off it. As quick as she was able to get up from Saten's last move, this one was going to be a different story. Rolling over to her side, Heather rubs her upper back and the back of her head from the pain that she was feeling.

Saten was not done.. Far from it. Temptation, Adrenaline, the rush she was feeling to continue, it was enough to ignore the pain for the time being. Saten shuddered with excitement, her opponent on the ground, Saten standing tall, but it just wasn't enough. She watched Heather rub her upper back, a perfect position for that arm to be bend down and so Saten went for another attack, not taking pity.

Saten brought her leg up, her boot aimed straight for that arm and without a moment of hesitation she crashed her boot down towards the arm, trying to slam it down painfully to the mat and grind her boot further into her elbow.

As Heather went to rub her wounds she was experiencing, she would have hoped to get in at least a few seconds of rest before continuing the match. This, however, did not end up being the case. She would soon find out that tending to her pains was only giving Saten a clear opening for a spot where she could attack her next, and that spot ended up being quite the painful one.

"GhAAAAAH!" Heather yells out as Saten drives her boot into her arm, pinning her elbow to the mat while she continues to grind it in further. The pain felt from the torture-like move is almost excruciating to Heather as she yells out from it. Trying to quickly get the girl off her arm, Heather throws a few punches at Saten's thigh, hoping to connect with them while trying to pull and slip her elbow out from under Saten's boot.

" Hahaha! Is this all you can give me!? " Saten took great pleasure into grinding that helpless arm underneath her boot, however, Heather still managed to resist her, those punches to her thigh irritated her and released the arm from her pressure she was giving it, taking a step back.

" Why you little.. " Saten lifted her leg up and back, aiming carefully before she tried to send the tip of her boot straight towards her opponent's lower back, clearly giving Heather no mercy nor the time to recover.

As Saten released her pressure on Heather's arm from her boot, she lets out a small sigh of relief. However she figures the girl wasn't going to give her the time to relax or tend to her arm. The swiftness of Saten's next move though still ended up taking her off guard. "AAAGH! DAMN!" Heather yells out as Saten connects with her kick, ramming the tip of her boot directly into Heather's lower back.

"Shit.." Heather lets out on a exasperated breath as she tries to roll towards the ropes quickly before Saten can follow up again. She grabs the middle rope, then the top one, using them to help her get to her feet as she felt the painful sting in her lower back from Saten's kick. She knew if she was going to beat this girl, she'll have to learn to deal with immense pain, and she felt she would end up feeling just that before the end of the match. She just hoped that she could give back the feeling just as much.

Saten was not satisfied. Far from it, this was just a taste of what she wanted to deal to Heather, the girl would soon find out that she had crossed the wrong opponent to mess with. She positioned herself infront of Heather again, taking no time to circle her, nor to kick up a delayed momentum, she would just have to make a new one. She started to advance on her, it was a slow pace but that was because she was still on high alert, she wasn't sure if Heather had something planned or not like at the start of the match.

If she is close enough though, she would try to reach over and grab Heather by the hair, just so she could hold her steady enough to crash her forehead into the girl's face.

"Ugh..God..Give me a break.." Heather says quietly to herself as she sees Saten coming towards her again. The girl was definitely relentless, but that was what it took to cut it in matches like this one. Heather had to start becoming like that as well if she wanted any hope at all of victory. Heather took a step away from the ropes and was immediately caught by Saten as she grabbed her hair.

"Gh!" Heather let out as she saw Saten coming towards her with a headbutt of sorts. Heather tried to somehow retaliate as quickly as she could. She pulled her hand back and thrusted it towards Saten, trying to hit her with a punch aimed for her left breast from her right hand. She hoped she could do so fast enough to stop the headbutt as she closed her eyes tight.

Saten had thought she would get a new clean hit on Heather, but the girl managed to distract her, with a punch to a spot she was rather sensitive. Saten quickly released Heather and jumped away from her, taking a few extra step backwards to back away from her and rubbed her breast softly. She didn't waste words on this but it was certainly not pleasant.

Saten however, did not want to rest and sooth the pain, because she had been ignoring the pain Heather had been given her mainly thanks to the adrenaline, she just had to keep working with that adrenaline without losing it.

Again the Heel maid attacks, charging straight towards Heather and turned just when she was infront of her, she turned so her shoulder was facing her, trying to thrust it straight into Heather's chest and trying to knock her backwards, through the ropes and hopefully out of the ring.