Round Three: Sarah Gatt vs Makoto Aihara (Complete)

AFW Title Belt Tournament Round 2
Standard match; victory via pin, submission or KO



Sarah had taken the time between her matches to clean off the blood that had fallen across her person. The alarming part was none of it was hers. After destrying her last opponant much of the girl's blood had splattered all over her; on her fists, and her head, even in her mouth after biting her. But now she was clean, rested and ready to fight in the thirf round. She still couldn't believe she was still fighting in this thing. In her opinion, she had no business being here. Sarah had come to the AFW on thoughts of revenge, and now that she was here, she was beating down girls left and right, and was even one round way from winning the title belt. And yet Sarah didn't care about that. Let the crowd cheer and her opponants come at her, they would all get the same result. Total destruction.

"Welcome back, sports fans!" the ecentric announcer shouted, and was met with a loud cheer from the crowd. "We're nearing the end of the tournament, with only four girls remaining. Which one will become the AFW Friction Champion?" Another loud cheer went up. "And so without further ado, let's bring them out! Reintroducing the hot-blooded redhead; she'll break your heart, and your nose, and your legs, and.....pretty much every other bone in your body! Let's give it up for the Queen of Brawl: SARAH GAAAAAAAAAATTT!!!!"

With a flourish Sarah emerged from backstage, and was bombabrded with cheers and boos. It was unclear exactly how the people felt about her, but most of them were here for violence, which was exactly what Sarah delivered. Making her way to the ring, ignoring the crowd and climbing inside, Sarah did her usual routine. Raising a sign to the devil for the crowd, throwing off her leather jacket into the turnbuckle, and waiting in her corner, her signature dark grin platestered across her face.

The ring grew dark as Makoto Aihara made her way down to the the ring for the third time that night. She carried an air of confidence after the damage she had inflicted on Reiko just now.

She dimly listened to the announcer calling in her name as she fixed her gaze on her new opponent. She was a big one for sure. As a judo master though, Makoto was confident she could use some move to counter her size advantage. She senses a dark aura form this one. Good. This should be an interesting fight.

Now this was a surprise. Sarah had actually seen this girl on television a few years ago, fighting in the Rumble Roses league. She didn't think any of those girls would be here. From what she remembered, the girl wasn't that tough, a bit of a wannabe in fact. But that could have changed in the time she'd been gone, and her ring experience outweighed Sarah's. But as for fighting experience, Sarah had fifteen years of that under her belt.

As Makoto entered the ring Sarah watched her intently. The girl used judo, she remembered that. That would make it interesting. "You know, you look familiar," Sarah said to her idly, pretenting she didn't know who that girl was. "Weren't you that loser who got her ass kicked all the time in that other wrestling league? I can't remember, I don't really keep up with the jobbers."

Makoto narrowed her eyes darkly at her. Now she wanted to hurt her.

"That Makoto is dead and buried. And you might join her. Perhaps I will make you cry just like I did Masane and Reiko."

Makoto clenched and unclenched her hand and Sarah might actually hear tendons crack a bit suggesting Makoto's small fists were more powerful than they suggested.

"Oh scary," Sarah chuckled mockingly, shivering like she was truly frightened. "Nothing scares me more than a metaphore." Sarah threw back her head and laughed openly. When she was done, she flashed another dark grin at her opponant. She didn't care how she made two people cry, Sarah's track record on that was way longer than Makoto's. Still, Sarah would take this seriously, the girl was still a trained fighter, and not one to be taken lightly.

The bell rang and Sarah raised her fists at the ready. "Come get me, judo babe!"

Makoto was not that stupid, she would start to circle Sarah carefully, favoring her with her own dark grin.

Sarah circled with Makoto, the two of them like dogs waiting to maul each other. Sarah wasn't sure how to go about attacking someone skilled in judo, let alone a master. She'd have to test Makoto's defenses first. Swiftly Sarah would move in, looking to throw a punch to Makoto's face. This was just a fake however, and Sarah's real attack would be a hard kick to the judo babe's crotch.

The punch might have been faked but Makoto would back away anyway, shifting as if she were a ghost. When the kick came up therefore, the distance would be a bit short. It would miss but Makoto would swiftly try and put her hand under the heel of the foot as it came up to kick and then her other arm struck out for an elbow strike to the leg to try and do some damage before letting go.

Sarah was surprised by Makoto's speed, reinforcing her theory of not underestimating this girl. With her one foot caught Sarah only had one left. And then she winced when the judo babe slammed her elbow into it. Shewrenched it back after she let go. It hurt, but she could still walk. Now she would step up her game.

"Ow," she said mockingly. "That kinda stung."

"The lesson in pain is just starting, she male."