<div align="center">(http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTpgWcc64VP2E_zmAT3FwzhiIGsYd4NW3mwanPz32CImt4zopHr)</div><br/>Sarah groaned as her thumping head pulled her back into consciousness, the sensation familiar, as the pain tugged her from the blackness and back into reality. The last thing she remembered was the uneven fight between her and some steroid pumped bitch who hailed from Russia or some Baltic country who had taken great pleasure in pounding her to the canvas and then had thrown in a crippling kick to her jaw snapping her head back and knocking her out instantly.<br/><br/>Her eyes opened slowly and as the room came into focus she realised a number of things in a rush of visual information that left her feeling even more confused than the concussion that she had no doubt received at the hands and feet of Helga. Firstly she was lying on the floor, then that the floor was cold stone, as her eyes brought the world into focus she realised that the light that filled the room was not from overhead electric lighting but flaming torches that were hooked on the stone walls. The air was cool and slightly damp, there were no familiar sounds; instead feint echoing screams, metal against stone and other noises that she couldn't even dream to identify.<br/><br/>"What the fuck....what the heaven held, flying fuck." She pushed up and lifted her head to look around properly. There appeared to be a couple of open doorways leading from the room she found herself in and from one of those that she could see clearly a corridor that stretched on to a turn that offered her no further clue as to where she was. "Hello?? Where the fuck am I?" She called out as she stopped moving, kneeling as her head swum with the movement. Groaning she clutched her head, closing her eyes for a few moments as the room threatened to spin out of control, taking a deep breath she waited until it was still once more. Opening her eyes again she stood up, leaning against a wall until she felt ready to move properly.<br/><br/>"Hello? Who the fuck put me in this shit hole?" She was getting angrier and angrier, fury floating down in her thoughts like a red mist. Pushing off the wall she started pacing around the room gaining her bearings and contemplating each of the doorways, gauging her surroundings before deciding her plan of action on how to get out of here and kick the arse of whoever thought it would be funny to dump her in whatever cellar they had decided to put her in.