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 Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2012 3:22 pm
BJ fell from the apron, muttering her own string of insults as she clambered back up
Sahara watched her opponent enter the ring with a derisive smirk.
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2012 6:39 pm
Sav stared down Sahara, knowing that now she was in her world. She offered a lockup, now trying to make full use of the technical near-perfection that had gotten her to this stage of her career.
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FuriousSeahorse Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2012 9:55 pm
Sahara shook her head and instead of accepting the lock up, grabbed at Savannah's arm for an irish whip and would attempt to follow up with a clothes line on her return
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 6:14 pm
((Ending approved by both parties))
The Irish whip connected and sent Sav to the ground hard. She breathed heavily, the beating and the emotions of this match up clearly clouding her senses. Sahara turned and looked at BJ who nodded at her. Sahara returned to her corner and tagged in her partner.
BJ stepped into the ring, walking along the ropes, examining Savannah who was taking her time rising. BJ leant against the ropes and catapulted herself with a baseball slide. This connected and Savannah recoiled with an audible groan. This however was only a short lived attack as Savannah staggered to her feet. BJ, who was still slow and sore from her earlier beating, allowed Savannah to rise. Savannah turned on BJ and in a rage hailed down severe left and right forearms. BJ was unable to retaliate for the intensity. Savannah lessened the attack, running at the ropes to launch another assault when Jordan forced a tag on Sav.
Savannah whirled around, glaring at Jordan, who responded ‘I can do this… just trust me please’
The ref forced Sav out of the ring as the illegal partner. BJ wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice and launched at Jordan with a running Hurricanrana, flipping the girl to the ground. Jordan hit the ground, but desperate to prove something jumped to her feet quickly. BJ who was slower to rise, was then hit with a leg drop from Jordan, sending her back to the ground. Jordan scurried to lock in a figure four leg lock on the Dragon. Who writhed in pain. Although, BJ would never tap out, she reached out for Sahara to tag in. Groping the air a few inches short, Sahara leant over the ropes as far as she could. BJ reached again, falling short again. Frustrated she yelled out in pain, attempting to wrench herself that little bit further forward. This time… Success. The ref forced Jordan to relinquish.
Sahara jumped into the ring and onto the top turn buckle and launched herself at Jordan with a moonsault. Not expecting a highflying move from the Sakura Samurai, Jordan had unwittingly turned her back, and as she turned around was hit with Sahara’s assault. Sahara jumped to her feet, grabbing Jordan to whip her into ropes, setting up a killer clothesline.
However Jordan latched onto the ropes, not returning and foiling the setup. Savannah slapped Jordan on the back hard ‘Get out of the way you stupid b***h’. She said as she stepped back in.
Sahara smirked, and taunted Sav again. Sav responded by launching herself at Sahara with a tackle. Sahara hit the ground hard with Sav on top of her. Sav scrambled to her feet quickly, rushing the ropes. Sahara rose to her knees and looked up in time to see Savannah come at her with a shining wizard. Sahara went down again.
Sahara rose from her knees, wiping the back of her hand against her mouth. No, no blood… good. She looked at Savannah, with cold calculating eyes. Savannah had become absolutely reckless and she was more than aware of this. She widened her stance, giving herself a strong base and offered a lock up. As Savannah accepted, she latched on tight, ensuring the girl wouldn’t be able to react until she had said her piece.
‘It seems it’s not us you want a piece of’, She said softly so no one else could hear as her eyes flickered over to Jordan, looking exhausted on the apron. The flicker of recognition in Savannah’s eyes was enough to confirm. She nodded slowly, keeping the pressure on Savannah, forcing her to her knees, ‘I have something I need to take care of in my own corner too. I have a certain sway over corporate even. Kai will listen to what I have to say. So here’s what I will do, I’m going to whip you into your corner to take care of your business and that will let me take care of mine. Then when that’s done, I’ll make sure Kai will take care of what you want.’
Savannah nodded curtly, her eyes darkening with the thoughts of vengeance on Jordan. Sahara grabbed her arm and whipped her into the corner as discussed. Sahara watched her tag in Jordan, standing back and awaiting her new opponent. Jordan wide-eyed stepped into the ring and stepped tentatively towards Sahara. Unbeknownst to her, Savannah was still in the ring behind her. Grabbing her arm, the shock evident across her face as Jordan was turned to face her former lover. Savannah smirked sadistically before setting up and executing the Braveheart DDT on Jordan.
Savannah stepped onto the apron as Sahara nodded slightly turning to tag in BJ, who appeared to have the match handed to her. Sahara extended her hand to her friend, who took it and stepped into the ring. BJ went to let go but Sahara didn’t relinquish. A look of shocking realisation came over BJ as Sahara turned on her with a vicious short range clothes line, turning the poor girl inside out landing awkwardly on the mat motionless. The night had destroyed her.
The ref looked on in shock at what was transpiring in the ring as he called for a bell, ending the match as a double DQ. Savannah stepped into the ring smirking devilishly as she approached Sahara, who was still looking coldly over the unmoving body of BJ.
Savannah extended her hand to Sahara, ‘Here’s to a new partnership.’ Sahara turned to face Savannah, echoing the words
‘new partnership’ as she too reached her hand out.
However Sahara wasn’t about to let that slide, a cold and callous smirk danced across her face as she grabbed Savannah’s hand and dragged her into an armdrag. As she hit the ground Sahara locked in an armbar. This combination was her brutal Shindemiru.
Savannah cried out in pain as Sahara wrenched at her limb. The ref tried to break them up. Eventually Sahara relinquished and Savannah retreated to a corner, glowering at the Japanese girl.
‘I’m No’ hit the arena and Sahara looked over the carnage in the ring with what appeared to be a cold smirk before retreating up the ramp.
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