Savannah - Wolverina "Jarring Sparring"

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OOC: Co Written by both parties

......A FEW DAYS BEFORE COME AT ME BRO....
~On Camera~

The camera shot opened to a street view of Lefty's Wrestling Gym in South Philly, where people were lined up outside with pieces of paper and other wrestling memorabilia in hand. it wasn't a large group, not a line all the way down the street or anything, but just enough to generate interest to those who normally pass by it without paying it a single thought. After a few moments the feed switched to inside the gym, showing a packed crowd talking and working out. Several were in wrestling rings working on moves while their trainers barked critiques at them for using improper this and that. The familiar face of Lisa Caliber stepped into view full of excitement, a ear to ear smile on his/her face.  

Lisa Caliber: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Lefty's Wrestling Gym here in South Philadelphia, owned by EHWF star, Savannah, and operated day to day by former professional wrestler, Lefty Lou Fighterson. This gym used to be old and almost condemned but thanks to the support of the community and Savannah, it was able to be properly licenced and remodeled. We are here today to greet newly signed indy federation sensation, Wolverina. For those not in the know about her, she is the former GHW New Age Champion, GHW Queen of the Deathmatch Champion, EVPW tag champion, and 2x TV Champion. And this couldn't have come at a better time, with the Come At Me Bro pay per view taking place not too far down the road from here.

She turned and, in short order, did small mini-interviews with several gym goers nearby, in which they each voiced positive things about the fresh signing of Wolverina. Suddenly an eruption of cheers overcame the building, all eyes darting toward the entrance doors of the establishment. The camera followed with them, turning its focus. There, standing just inside the door, clad in form fitting denim jeans, a tight white EHWF shirt, Reebok sneakers, and a gym bag slung over shoulder was the woman in question, Wolverina.  

A gigantic heavily dimpled smile was spread across her pretty features. She closed her eyes and gave a deep inhale, taking in the smell; dingy air of blood and sweat of sports history within its small confines. The gym was everything Wolfie liked about one. Small but rich in heritage. Remodeled but still retaining its past. Kids, teens, and adults meshed together beside her, glad happy hands stretched out greet her. One by one she gave them audience, making sure not a single hand went unshook nor a single voice unanswered. Papers were signed and memorabilia autographed.  

The camera feed cut to sometime later. Much of the people were now gathered around the ring conversing, while the interviewer caught up with Wolverina, who sat on the apron of the ring clad in ring attire consisting of sexy tight red and orange shorts, matching wrestling top, and matching boots.  

Lisa Caliber: Wow, Wolverina. Quite the welcoming you received here.

The People's Princess smiled and shook her head in a bit of disbelief.  

Wolverina: I never expected this. I asked EHWF if there was a good gym in town for me to train at while in town for the pay per view and they told me about this one. I guess their PR team went full force in promoting me. Caught me a little off guard but a good kind of off guard.

Lisa Caliber: Speaking of EHWF, the dirt sheets were reporting you had no less than a baker's dozen of wrestling federations offering you contracts but you chose EHWF. Why?  

Another beaming smile swam across her cute face.  

Wolverina: There's not a strong female presence in EHWF from what I hear. I want to be a part of a strong female revolution in the organization. I want to prove that women can carry their own weight in a federation, and I want more women to be drawn to EHWF because of that. There's so much talent out there to be signed.

Lisa Caliber: And you want to be the spear head of that? There's already some female presence in EHWF.

Wolverina: I'll be the spear head if need be, or I'll be the right hand woman, or the bannerman. It doesn't matter. As long as we women can become stronger by my addition then great. I know I can hold my own. I am just as fast, just as strong, just as smart, and just as talented as the next gal. But as for right now, I just need to be good as my next sparring partner.

With that said, she grinned and reached up, grabbing the top rope with both hands. A moment later she lifted herself up and back flipped into the ring ala Shawn Michaels. The congregation around the ring clapped, hooted and hollered as she did warm up jogs inside the ring, occasionally reaching out and tagging a hand. Then she suddenly stopped and took to the center of the circled square.  

Wolverina: Who oh who among you is strong enough to be my sparring partner, hmmmm? Anyone?

Of course a plethora of hands shot up, voices lent with them. The camera managed to pick up some men nearby discussing strategy on moves that would guarantee them a "accidental" grab of her perfectly sculptured booty and boobs. Wolverina walked around a little bit, stuck in the universal thinking man's gesture as she spied the crowd with keen interest. Finally, after some debate, she pointed to a girl who couldn't be more than 11 years old, and held the ropes for her. The girl was wide eyed and awe struck but hastily took to the ropes. Being courtesy as always, Wolfie sat on the bottom rope and lifted the middle one, giving her the respect she deserved upon entry.  

She shook her hand, hugged her and asked her name, which she replied... "Elizabeth".  

Wolverina: Uh oh, everybody. We have an Elizabeth here. Like the queen. Tell ya what, kiddo, if you can fell me in battle here today I will dub YOU queen of the ring. How's that?

The girl was sheepish now. Red faced. But she nodded yes. Wolfie made a ding ding sound and started to do light little punches on the girl's tummy while whispering moves Liz should be doing in return. The girl was a little hesitant at first but soon started to kick and chop at Wolfie's torso. The People's Princess "sold" the strikes well and when Elizabeth did a sloppy but energetic Dropkick, she fell to the mat as if nearly out cold. Liz quickly grabbed her arm and put her in what looked like some kind of arm bar attempt. Wolverina "struggled" to get out of it which somehow made it so the move was applied better and that was all she wrote. Wolverina tapped out.  

Liz let go and jumped up and down happy as can be. Wolverina got to her knees and bowed to her as promised. The crowd cheered them. The Paragon of Power grabbed Liz's arm and raised it while keeping her head low.  

Wolverina: Behold, Lord and Ladies. I give you the Queen of the Ring, Elizabeth of house Awesome, first of her name, trapper of the arm.

The masses applauded as the whole ordeal came to an end. From there the feed cut again, now a little later. Inside the ring, Wolverina was sparring again. More serious now, with an adult male. She made quick work of him and won. The feed cut to a montage of sorts, showing moments of Wolverina sparring and winning against several more adults, both men and women. The footage slowed down to show the full deal between Lefty Lou Fighterson, manager of the place and former pro wrestler himself, and a damn good one, sparring with Wolverina. For the first time in the evening, someone was giving as good as they were getting from the People's Princess. That ended when she scouted his high angle dropkick and side stepped it. With swiftness that made the speed of light envious, she secured him in the Spider Twist Submission hold that she's dubbed "Twist and Shout". He held on long as he could but eventually yielded to her and tapped out.  

They shook hands, complimented one another, and she held the ropes open for him to exit. Once he did, the People's Princess looked around.  

Wolverina: I think I have time for one more.

Savannah: Do you now?

She had been in the back, leaning against a wall while she watched it all. Lefty was a good friend that she had come to know during her time with Tim Patrick, before he had disappeared from wrestling in a quest to ‘find himself’ They had both owned the gym during that time, and when she needed someone to manage the place while she concentrated on what mattered- namely EHWF- Lefty had been the first and only name to come to mind. 

Needless to say when the EHWF had come to Lefty about staging this promo shoot the week of Come At Me Bro she had been the first person he called about it. It had been at Sav’s urging that Lefty had agreed, and since the Wild Cat was to be in the area, anyway… 

Now she straightened and approached the ring, the crowd before her parting as if she were a female Moses and they were the Red Sea. Several of the boys that had been planning ‘accidents’ with Wolverina now tried their plays, and Savannah let them, giving each a smile that said ‘See me in a few years, stud.’ Except one, the nerdiest and nervous of the group. For this one Sav not only stopped but drew the offender into a hug, kiss and grope that was designed to cause him to have wet dreams for a long time! 

She passed the camera crew and Lisa, giving the EHWF interviewer a smile and a nod that said ‘Busy, hon. We’ll talk later.’ She then slipped into the ring, pausing just long enough to give the boys out there one last image to jerk off to before sliding completely in and approaching the so called ‘People’s Princess’, closing close aware of her audience and playing them like a Stratocaster. 

But she was no longer thinking about them, her mind and eyes fully on Wolverina as she approached, smiling as she laid out her challenge in stance and words. 

Savannah: Maybe now that you’re through with little girls and old men we can see what you’re like against a real bitch.

Wolverina said nothing after the voice in the back spoke. She merely stood there, a vexed brow perched upon her forehead. A small twinge of awe visited her when the crowd acted totally spellbound to her sheer presence alone. The mysterious woman walked with confidence and ill intent written in every line of her body. Those eyes didn't hide anything either; Wolfie could tell right off the bat she had a mean streak a mile long and wide. The only thing more profound about her than all those qualities was how much sex appeal she oozed. Not even Wolverina could compete with that, not that she'd ever want to in the first place.  

The People's Princess dropped to a knee near the far ropes and summoned a nearby on-looker, then asked him for clarification on who the mystery woman is. The reply was simple, "That's Savannah. Legitimate bad ass. Wrestles for EHWF and is damn good at it. Hotter than hell in the middle of August." She nodded, chuckled at his descriptors, then straightened back up. While Sav continued her perverse trot through the crowd, Wolverina took to the center of the ring and stood there confidently, feet shoulder width apart, hands on hips, chest out, dominant.  

It wasn't until Sav slid into the ring and rose to her full height that Wolfie got a real good gauge of her. The woman was just as tall and even seemed to weigh more than the Paragon of Power. This was unfamiliar territory for Wolfie. In her tenure at previous federations, she only wrestled women, as the organizations usually had entire stand alone female divisions. And in those companies Wolverina always had the height and strength advantage over her female foes. Sure, she had just sparred with and defeated some men who were taller and stronger, but they were novices in training and haven't figured out how to use their power functionally. Normally Wolverina would greet with a smile and present a hand for the shaking. Not this time though. A cowed silence filled the gym. There was tension building. Neither lady had even met before now, yet there was..... something...... there. The uneasiness lingered for a moment until broken by Wolverina, who took in what the woman said, and smiled the faintest bit.  

Wolverina: You end your very first words to me by calling yourself a bitch? Hmmm. While, yes, you seem most definitely in heat judging by your perverse gait to the ring, I assure you that you're no dog. Stop depreciating yourself. You're a beautiful woman. Savannah is it? Let me guess, you're from Georgia and you're a peach?

Wolfie gives her a once over.  

Wolverina: Nope. Definitely not a peach. You are tall and strong though. What is it, maybe 15 more pounds of weight... I mean.. 'muscle' than me you have? Impressive.

The gym erupts with "oooooohhh" upon hearing the last string of words. Wolverina holds up a hand.  

Wolverina: I jest, I jest. Just competitive gibberish going on. She wants to spar. I say let's do it. Can somebody ring a bell?  

Nobody rings one, but several bellowed "ding ding" as Wolverina raised a hand up to beckon Savannah for a test of strength, which Savannah ignored for the moment along with the ‘bell’. She smiled coldly at Wolverina. 

Savannah: I know you know me from what that stud told you over in the corner. But it’s obvious that you need the full intro.

She stepped even closer, into Wolverina’s personal space. Wanting to make the other woman step back, wanting to make her retreat as she spoke. 

Savannah: I am Savannah. I am the Wild Cat. I call myself a bitch not as the insult you think it is but because of what a bitch truly is. A bitch defends her place in the world. A bitch protects her friends and eviscerates her enemies. She might show her heat and turn her tail up- but just as often she will claw your eyes out.
That said, I’m wondering which side of your namesake you’ll turn out to be. A weasel? Or a warrior? Just how far are you willing to take yourself- now that you’re in my lair?

She shoved Wolverina hard, dropping into a fighting stance. The time for talk was over.

Wolverina didn't appreciate the remarks. Savannah was pushing the right buttons. Wolfie could feel the anger boiling inside her brimming up to an overfill with every syllable the Wild Cat spoke. With a stoic look, Wolverina stared right into her, teeth gritted.  

Wolverina: Your lair, huh? You may own this gym, the deed to the walls, but my lair is ANY ring I step into, including this one.I must say, though, it is quite ironic you call yourself the Wild Cat. When I'm not driving heads into canvas of the likes of you, I'm out big game hunting and I just love bagging me a wild cat or two. They make good fur, good rugs to wipe my feet on. If you get my drift.

The People's Princess bore the smallest of smiles and cocked her head ever so slightly to the side, eyes unwavering 

Wolverina: By the way, there's also the type of bitch that gets beaten into bitch-hood. That gets made into someone's bitch. A person who gets bitch slapped and bitch made. Don't be surprised if you realize what kind of bitch you truly are in a few moments. So stop stalling and woman up.

Once again, Wolverina raised a hand skyward for a test of strength but realized the Wild Cat was either afraid to commit or was simply not interested.  

Wolverina: Here kitty kitty kitty.

Savannah: I’m so glad you’ll know what it is when I’m making you beg for my mercy! At least Lefty can make sure you don’t get hurt too badly!

Wolverina barely heard Elizabeth’s shout of “Look out! She fights mean!” before Savannah shot forward and tried her best to bury her fist right under Wolverina’s outstretched hand! Wolfie's deft reflexes allowed her to catch the row of knuckles in her hand. She saw the other punch coming too, right toward the other side of her face, but caught it also. The Wild Cat jerked and pushed and pulled to get free, and both women fought for control of the other's hands. 

Before long the two wrangled themselves into a improumptu test of strength, with the goal of forcing the other supine, mounting them, and then pummeling them with fists. The two heaved and teetered, grunted and groaned in their herculean battle. Armed with the knowledge Liz gave her, Wolverina wisely shifted her face and head to the side of Sav's, preventing the Wild Cat from dealing nasty headbutts, and kept it pressed there. 

Wolverina: Not my first rodeo but you're the strongest bull.

She had to give the girl her due, honor compelled her. With that, she surged mightily, as did her adversary. For a solid minute the pair were locked in a stalemate. Some of the on lookers were placing bets on the outside when suddenly the first signs of weakening came from one of them. A quiver shot up their legs. The individual's body quaked a little, trembled. Slowy the knee dipped lower and lower. 

Wolverina cast her head upward, a look of panic and disbelief spread upon her countenance. She shook her head defiantly at the Wild Cat, as if trying to wish away her plight. It was inconceivable to her despite Sav's solidly built body. The Paragon of Power surged again, or tried to, but the burning in her arms and tendons, and the fatigue that accompanied it made the attempts futile. Savannah belted a victorious roar and upped the punishment by easily flicking Wolfie's hands upside down and bending them back with powerful resolve. 

Crippling affliction shot through Wolfie's wrists and she yelped like an injured pup, then her other knee dropped, resting beside the other, leaving her vulnerable and still disbelieving. Savannah looked down on this and smiled, but didn't let up on the hold for an instant wanting to bend Wolverina backwards until she screamed her submission. She had learned years ago never to let up, not even when you thought you had things won. Especially then!  

A thought crossed her mind- that if this had been Velvet's basement ring in Vegas, or even her own home ring in Seattle, that the moves open to her once she had Wolverina bent back would have been...interesting, to say the least. She shook the thought off, tempting though it was, choosing instead to growl down at her opponent. 

Savannah: Submit to me, and I'll make it all feel better...

Wolfie just stared up at her with doey eyes; she couldn't be serious. The People's Princess diverted her eyes away, refusing to give Sav the benefit of seeing the small sliver of defeat that registered. 

Wolverina: Ahhhh! They'll be ice skating... ahhhhh in hell before that happens!

The Paragon of Power abruptly plowed her head into Savannah's tummy once, twice, even a third time. It was a pathetic attempt at freedom, one which the Wild Cat rolled her eyes at, but that wasn't exactly the point. With each head ram, Savannah scooted her lower base back some, which is what Wolverina was hoping for. Just when the Wild Cat was going to drill her knee into her foe's incoming face, Wolfie dropped onto her back, pulling the surprised woman with her. 

The Paragon of Power had just enough room and angle to thrust her knees into Sav's bread basket and flip her over in a half ass but effective modified type Monkey Flip of sorts. Just like that, in less than a second, Wolverina was on top. However, in her haste she'd forgotten that her nemesis just proved she was stronger than her, and still had control of Wolfie's hands. 

That brief victory for Wolverina was cast asunder when Savannah swept through the mount, rolled, and wound up on top. The Wild Cat knew that Wolverina would act on instinct and try to buck out, so she slid the back of her legs under the back of Wolfie's then spread them apart, rendering them almost unmovable whilst she forced the back of her prey's hands against the mat to hold her down. 

Wolverina growled and bucked, generating a lot of rebuttal, more than Savannah would have pegged from the bottom position, but it got her nowhere, for now.

Savannah: And what do I get if I make 'em go skiing?

Savannah thrust her hips a little, teasing Wolverina as she put a show on for the boys- a show of her crotch and Wolfie's smacking and grinding together as she held dominance in this fight. She literally purred as the Paragon of Power told her to fuck off.

Savannah: Oh, I think that can be arranged...

Several times she watched as Lefty's big hand rose and fell once... twice... only to have Wolfie twist hard and get a shoulder up a split second before that calloused flesh hit the mat a third time! This caused the Wild Cat to literally growl as she got up, then dragged the Paragon of Power up by her hair, ignoring the count and Wolfie's screams of protest before throwing her into a corner face first. She charged in, ramming her shoulder into the small of Wolfie's back several times. She had a plan now. She wanted this bitch to submit to her, and she wanted it bad! 

That desire might have been a shortcoming, though, as when she went to Irish Whip Wolfie corner to corner the Paragon of Power managed a reversal- and it was Sav's back slamming into the turnbuckles at top speed- even if Wolfie dropped face forward on the mat for a moment after, recovering from the beating.

The ring slightly shook from the impact of Savannah's body hitting the corner. It was a horrendous crash that sent the Wild Cat face first to the mat with a big "kiss". Wolverin arose to her vertical base nursing her back a little. A salivating grin formed at her mouth as she spied Sav scrambling to her feet using the coner as a means of aid in doing so. The Paragon of Power unleashed her trademark she wolf howl, which many in the crowd, including Liz, repeated back to her. Emboldened, Wolverina tore across the ring, tearing up the canvas in her wake. 

Wolfie brought her amazing athletism to fruition by taking wing at the half way point of the ring. Her impressive musculature soared high and far, then careened into Sav's at full pelt, smushing her in the corner. The Wild Cat was set to fall flat on her face again but Wolfie grabbed her by the shoulders and placed her in the corner again, intent on repeating the same corner splash. 

She jogged across the ring, a confident smile on her face again. She even tagged a few hands as she went, like any fan favorite would do, even it was to their own detriment. Once again she sped across the expanse of the canvas covered pine and flew toward the corner. She hit it at max force, but only hurt herself when Savannah got out of the way by the skin of her teeth. Wolverina stumbled out of the corner like a drunk in a rock quary, clutching her chest and trying to capture her breath. 

Behind her, the Wild Cat stalked. Using the ropes to gain an abundance of speed, she ran and leaped into the air, driving a high knee straight into Wolverina's fit, v-shaped back. The blow sent the People's Princess sprawling to the mat where she was immediately assaulted by a maddening barrage of full force elbow drops to her lower back. Savannah stood tall over her opponent for a moment after delivering an elbow hat had made Wolfie scream. 

It was time to finish this bitch off, a decision she marked by reaching down and hooking Wolfie's shins around her own. She then gave her a vicious jab between the shoulder blades. This caued Wolfie to arch and flail, allowing Sav to grab her arms tight. Thus held the wild cat rocks back once... twice... each time pulling Wolfie's torso a bit higher off the mat. Those boys were sure fetting their money's worth tonight! 

On the third attempt Sav fell back completely, pulling Wolfie up and over her head, suspending her in a ceiling hold. Fans in the audience were nodding and muttering the words 'Cat's Cradle' among themselves even as the Wild Cat go the hold locked in and enjoyed making her opponent howl once again- in pain! 

"Ask her, Lefty!" Sav growled though clenched teeth as she held Wolfie aloft, growling again when she heard the People's Princess' shaky 'No!'

Savannah: Stubborn cu- er... cur! Just give up, will you?

She held Wolfie in the 'Cradle' for a long time, having Lefty check on her several times. Each time her opponent was able to say 'no'- although it was starting to sound like she was about to black out from the pain before giving in to the hold.
Sav didn't want that to happen! She abandoned the hold, dumping Wolfie unceremoniously to the mat.

Wolfie's stubbornness bothered her to no end. Savannah snarled and hissed before hauling her prey up by her tresses and flinging her into the ropes. She caught the beleaguered woman on the rebound and drove her sickeningly into the mat with a Powerslam.  

The Wild Cat didn't wait a second more. She nabbed her again and brought her to a stand, then picked her up and held her horizontal across her chest. While in this position savannah couldn't resist grabbing her fit foe's marvelously built butt and squeezing. Savannah squatted a little then surged up and fell backward, launching the Paragon of Power across the squared hell with a ring rattling Fall Away Slam. 

The collision with the mat was volatile. Wolfie's battered frame rolled several times from the impact and came to rest on her back, legs and arms spread wide. Those around the ring who followed Wolverina's career elsewhere stood there with jaws agape; never had they seen her so vigorously decimated, overwhelmed, manhandled, and tossed around like a rag doll.
Savannah leisurely strolled to her adversary, who had rolled over to her tummy and was bravely trying to get to all fours. Even that was ripped from her as the Wild Cat placed a boot on her butt and shoved her prone, keeping her there.  

Savannah: I think I'm going to make you declare yourself my bitch, because so far you literally are, and that's by your own definition earlier, right?

Savannah slowly picked up the woman to where they were facing each other. Wolverina's eyes were hazed over with pain and agony, her breath ragged. The Wild Cat gave no fucks and trapped the woman's arms at her sides, then wrapped her arms around Wolfie's body, locking her hands in place at the lower back of the People's Princess. Next she used her 15 pounds more strength to fully implement the Bear Hug and squeezed like a mighty Python snake. 

Wolfie didn't scream. She grimaced and whimpered pathetically. To Savannah's surprise , her ensnared foe didn't even attempt to muscle out. Her head lolled and sagged on and around the Wild Cat's shoulder while she violently shook her left and right a few times, extracting more whimpers and small screams.  

Savannah smirked, moving to actually release Wolfie before Lefty could count her out, soliciting a few boos from the crowd but she was letting the Wild Cat roam free, and the Cat was in a playful mood.
 Sav pulled Wolfie's pain wracked body up one last time, lifting her high over her head in a impressive show, made even more so as she turned easily around so all could see before dropping the Paragon of Power over her knee hard. 

She then stretched her out over that offending joint, with her hands moving to hold Wolfie at the breast and crotch. But pnly for a moment, shoving Wolfie off onto the mat again then getting up ammd moving to mount the second turnbuckle, perching and waiting there- watching.
 She smiled as Wolfie began to rise before Lefty could count her out- a smile that broadened when the woman fought off his plea for her to give up. But that wasn't going to stop what was coming, no sir. In fact it was going to make her hit the People's Princess all the harder. Because she deserved Sav's all, in the ring and out. 

Savannah shook her head, seeing Wolverina was getting to her feet wobbly, looking around for the Wild Cat that hit her. As she faced the other corner Savannah struck. leaping through the air to bury her shoulder in Wolfie's back in a perfect variation of the Pounce, driving her opponent painfully back down to the mat! The Paragon of Power lie face down and appeared listless, save for the faintest little cry and whimper. 

Savannah knew the test was over now, moving to once again pull Wolfie into a Cat's Cradle. She smiled, hearing Wolfie cry out and refuse to give in still even after the beating she'd received, but Sav knew that it was over. The Wild Cat saw that Wolverina was double jointed, a fact lost on her earlier. No wonder she had been able to endure longer than anyone ever had. It was time to use that against her though. Roaring a primal scream, Savannah pushed Wolverina's arms all the way together and re-positioned her grip higher, past the elbows almost to the biceps. The cry that came from Wolverina's lips saddened the hearts of so many in the room. It was truly gut wrenching. Visible tears streamed from the corners of her eyes as she had to admit the unfathomable, for the first time in her life. 

Savannah: You know how to end it. Just say it. Say it!!

Wolfie wanted the beating to stop. The People's Princess was willing to do anything to bring a cease to it now. And soon enough the People's Princess was singing a different tune than earlier, crying her submission to the audience.. 

Wolverina:... I...II... I'm your..b....bitch. I'm your bitch! I submit..isubm...

The words were faint, as she was about to pass out, but audible for those closest to the ring to hear. The reaction inside the ring and out was instantaneous as Sav let go of the hold to a mixture of cheers and boos. Wolverina fell face down on the mat nearly comatose it seemed. By the time Savannah made it to her feet Lefty was knelt over the fallen People's Princess to revive her. Several other trainers with medical certificates in their resume joined him and kinda boxed Savannah out from the scene. 

A frantic tug on the Wild Cat's arm snapped her attention away from the decimation she'd wrought. It was Lisa, the interviewer. She had no camera or microphone but was holding a cell phone. 

Lisa: Savannah... HQ is on the line.. urgent. They tried calling your cell but you were, umm *looks down at the scene* busy. That's what I told them anyway, Seems urgent.

Lisa un-muted the phone and handed it to Savannah. The noise was too loud around her to hear very well so she exited the ring and walked a good enough distance away to discuss whatever needed to be discussed. When she returned some time later, the crowd had dissipated and Wolverina was nowhere to be seen. 

Savannah: Lefty, where'd Wolverina go?

Lefty: She fled. Well, kinda. She couldn't move very well but insisted on leaving. Couldn't look us in the eye, kept her head buried in her hands. Sobbing. Sad, really. We escorted her to her car. I entertained the idea of maybe restraining her and keeping her here for observation a little while but that sorta thing is tricky these days with lawsuits and the like.

Savannah: ... Damn.