Round Three: Sarah Gatt vs Makoto Aihara (Complete)

Sarah blinked, momentarily forgetting the pain between her legs. Call the match? Is that what she just said?

"WHAT!?" Sarah screamed, marching up to the ref girl and grabbing her by the scruff of outfit. "The fuck you mean, 'call the match'!? We're not done! We're far from done!" In all the time Sarah had been here not once had she been disqaulified for crotch kicking. Maybe it was because most of the refs were afraid of her, she never really gave it much thought.

Or maybe because this was not a hardcore match. In any event it would mean Sarah was the winner. But then again, if she were going to manhandle the ref...

Sarah growled furiously. Not only were they gonna take her truly deserved win from her but now the ref was threatening to disqaulify her as well. Sarah didn't know why the league was being such a fuckin' tightass for the rules in this match but it pissed her off to no end. She was tempted to even take her frustrations out on the ref girl...

Whatever. Sarah was sick of Makoto already. The judo-bitch had wasted enough of her time already. With one last glare, Sarah released the ref. "Ring the fuckin' bell," she growled.

"Hmph. I made my point here. Have fun with the losers in the rest of this league. They are more your kind."

Makoto left the ring.

Sarah watched Makoto, glaring at her back as she went up the ramp. Her kind? What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Makoto was the wannabe wrestler, not her. Sarah wasn't the one with something prove. Regardless, she had won. Granted in the most unsatisfying way ever, but she was moving on into the final round of the tournament. It never occured to her she might actually win this thing. But now she was but one round away from it happening.

Grabbing her jacket and swishing it on Sarah left the ring soon after. Sarah Gatt, World Champion, she mused in her head.

Sarah grinned darkly.

I like the sound of that.



Winner by disqaulification, Sarah Gatt.