Priss and Sarah: Confrontation

Later that evening, long after [url=http://afwrpg.informe.com/forum/the-ring-f8/priss-asagiri-vs-layla-mccarthy-a-stunning-debut-t4763.html:3dpi23h1]Priss Asagiri had beaten the shit out of Layla McCarthy[/url:3dpi23h1], the dark haired woman was waiting, deep in the lowest level of the AFW's parking complex.

Priss had called Sarah Gatt out at the end of her match, and she was waiting on her now. Alone she stood, leaning against a wall in the back of the parking area, her arms folded across her chest and Sarah's leather jacket draped around her body. She was hoping Sarah would show up soon, she was beginning to get impatient. She planned on having...words, with the woman, and wanted to hurry and get it done with.

It turned out Priss wouldn't have to wait much longer. There was a loud roar within the parking complex. The roar of a Harley Davidson motorcycle. The very motorcycle would soon round a corner, its headlight on full blast, and riding the motorcycle was none other than Sarah Gatt. She had heard Priss message, calling her out after her match. And now she was here to respond.

Sarah;s headlight shined driectly on Priss as she brought her bike to a stop a few feet away from her. Sarah switched the bike off, and the parking lot was quiet again. Getting off her bike, Sarah stood to her full height, and glared straight death at Priss. SHe was dressed in skin tight black skirt with jeans just as tight, completely with a studded belt around her waist.

As soon as Sarah dismounted her bike Sarah would head towards Priss with furious steps, her fists clenched tightly. One thing was for sure, Sarah wasn't here to talk.

Priss grinned as she saw Sarah storming towards her already. If Sarah wanted a fight, she would get one...just not yet, at least.

She raised both her hands up as if to tell Sarah no, shaking her head and calling out at her. "Easy there. No point getting mad so soon when you don't even know what I want!"

Sarah didn't care what Priss wanted. It didn't even cross her mind. Because at the moment, Priss was wearing what she wanted. Her leather jacket, the same one she had lost months ago, was right in front of her. This bitch was actually wearing it. No one wore Sarah's jacket except Sarah herself. No one.

Right after Priss finihsed her sentence Sarah would throw one hell of a punch straight into the woman's face.

Maybe Sarah was just a bit too blinded by her rage at this point, because that punch definately wasn't hitting home. Priss' grin fell from her face, and she ducked to the side, watching Sarah's fist miss it's mark completely.

"Hey, bitch!" She yelled at Sarah. "Thought I said take it easy, huh?!"

Sarah's punch missed its mark, something that rarely happened. Perhaps she was blinded by rage after seeing Priss wearing her jacket. There was no doubt in her mind that she was going to beat Priss into a pulp when this was all over, but she could at least here what the girl had to say.

"You have exactly five seconds to talk," Sarah grolwed, her fists still remaining clenched. "And then I'm gonna knock all your teeth out."

Priss smirked, stepping back away from Sarah as she finally calmed down enough for her to talk.

"First off," she started, going to remove Sarah's jacket. "You can have this thing back. I only wore it to get your attention."

With that, she slung it to the ground in front of her, then gave it a light kick to knock it towards Sarah. "I would never wear an ugly thing like that anyway."

"Second," she continued, not missing a beat. "Your beef with Vanessa is done with, got it? You're dealing with me now." She leaned back against her wall, folding her arms behind her head. "I don't care how bad she's pissed you off, just drop it. You want to take your rage out on her? You're doing it on me instead."

Sarah saw red when Priss had the nerve to throw her jacket to the ground and carelessly kick it over to her. This woman was really trying her patience, and patience was something Sarah Gatt didn't have a lot of in the first place.

"I never had a beef with Vanessa in the first place," Sarah growled. "Not until recently, anyway. But hey, I;m tired of kicking that bitch's ass anyway. If you want to get the ever loving shit kicked out of you, I'm cool with that." Sarah would then start to approach Priss again, leaving her jacket where it lay. There was no need to get Priss' blood all over it after all.

Priss flashed Sarah a nasty, wide grin, raising her arms up before her, fists clenched tightly as Sarah neared her.

"You kicked her ass once, if I remember. She beat the shit out of you in the parking lot, then you had your lackies do your dirty work for you."

She laughed, shaking her head as she started to move back in towards Sarah, pushing away from her wall. "Besides, I'm not a pushover like she is. You think you're kicking the shit out of me? You got another thing coming, bitch."

Sarah walked calmly towards Priss with fists clenched at the ready. If Priss wanted a fight she was more than ready to oblige. If she wanted to get the shit kicked out of her too, than she was would be more than appy to make that happen as well.

"You know how everyone around here is afraid of me?" Sarah asked, almost upon Priss now. "There's a reason for that." Now that Sarah would close enough she would throw a flurry a hard punches straight for Priss, aiming mostly for her face.