Title Match: Masane Tajiri vs. Sarah Gatt.

Masane gasped as she was choked, having gotten to the two count before Sarah lurched back to life. She coughed hoarsely as her neck was being constricted once more. "D.. damn it... AHH!!" She cried out as she was nailed in the face with a headbutt, and felt herself blacking out from the blow.

Sarah still held on to Masane's throat even after her headbutt. There was nothing but rage shown on her face now. All she could see was red. And it was Masane who would feel her wrath.

Sarah got back to her feet, dragging Masane with her by her throat. She helf her up high so she would have to stand on her tiptoes. Then Sarah would rear back, scowl, and send a punch right into Masane's stomach, one that had just about all her strength poured into it...

Masane was dragged lifelessly by her throat, and took the punch to her stomach, but didn't respond physically. She was out cold from the headbutt. The ref started to slide in to try and pull at Sarah.

"She's out cold! The fight's over!!"

Sarah snarled furiously, sending another punch into Masane's face, before she let her fall to the mat. She only did so because the ref interfered, and had the gall to try and pull her off. With an angered yell Sarah wold punch the ref straight in the face, knocking her out instantly and gett ing out of the way. With that done she turned back to Masane, reached down and ripped off the remainder of her outfit. She would then kick her in the crotch, looking to rouse her from her sleep.

Masane took the punch to her face, again having no response, and then dropped to the mat. The ref started to relax as she thought it was over, then got punched hard in the face and flopped to her back from the force of her punch. Masane put up no fight as her gi was stripped off, leaving her in a matching sports bra, but doesn't respond to the kick to her crotch. A wave of security suddenly showed up from the top of the ramp and charged towards the ring.

Sarah was growing increasingly pissed off that Masane wouldn't wake up so she could experience her beating. But then she rounded to the backstage entrance, where swarms of security girls swarmed the ring. Panting for breath, Sarah barred her teeth and snarled. Before they reached the ring Sarah rushed to where her leather jacket hung on the corner post. She dug into the pockets until she found what she was looking for. Removing her hands, her fists were now armed with brass knuckles.

As the first girl tried to climb into the ring Sarah proptly kicked her in the face to send her tumbling back. Then she jumped onto the ropes, climbed over them and with a roar jumped headlong into the fray. It was a gruesome, fearsome, and incredible display. Sarah Gatt was an unstoppable flurry; powerful punches and and fierce kicks, smashing and throwing the girls against the metal rails and the side of the ring, taking some of their blows and them taking many of hers. Of all the things the crowd expected to see today, a slaughter was not one of them. Sarah Gatt was taking no prisoners.....

While Sarah was busy beating down security guards, paramedics rushed in to try and put Masane on a stretcher, trying to cart her out of the ring before Sarah could return.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN... The winner, and your new champion of the match is... MASANE TAJIRI, due to Disqualification!

The security girls lay in a beaten and broken heap all around Sarah. Some were bloody, some were knocked out, some had broken bones; some were all of the above. Sarah was bleeding from her forehead as well, with numerous bruises across her body, but she was still standing. Currenly she holding the last girl by her throat while she clawed desperately at her arm. She finished her off with a quick headbutt to her forehead, letting her unconscious body fall with the others.

The announcement of her disqaulification didn't phase Sarah. Offcially, she had lost, but the result was a different story. She knew who had really come out on top in this match, and so would Masane once she regained consciousness.

As Masane rolled off on the stretcher (more were being called out for the downed security), Sarah stepped in their path before they could leave. She walked up beside the where Masane lay, and from her unconscious body she took her black sash. This was her own trophy.

"Congradulations, champ." Sarah sneered, and stepped back to allw her to be rolled away.