Grudge Match: Masane vs Sarah Gatt

The arena went black, followed by a few beats of a drum. Hoobastank's 'Without a fight' began playing, and when the vocalist began to yell, pillars of white pyro rose in tune with how high a note the vocalist was hitting before a wall of pyro exploded right in front of the entrance at the line 'WAKE UP!' When the wall of pyro dissipated, Masane revealed herself behind it. The crowd cheered loudly in appreciation for winning the fight, but deep inside Masane wasn't happy with the response. It was one of the reasons she was here. She shook her head, snapping out of it and rushed down the ramp with her fist raised up in the air, running in beat with the song before sliding into the ring and tumbling to her feet. By this time, the music had calmed down, and Masane closed her eyes, focusing for a moment. She started to lift her foot at the line 'Seconds tick away' before thrusting her foot straight down into the mat, and caused a small dent in the mat from how hard she thrust her foot down. She then followed it up with throwing a few punches and kicks in beat with the music. Finally the music died down, and Masane even chuckled a little, liking the change she made to her music.

It was time to get serious now though, as she grabbed for a microphone, and cleared her throat.

"Well, as you all know, I am the victor of the Friction title here at.. well.. Friction." The crowd started to cheer loudly again, but Masane held her hand up to cut them short. "That's what it says technically. But you all know that was not a real win. Disqualification was NOT a way I wanted to earn the title. There really wasn't much I could do though. Almost right away the dumb- ahem- Sarah got herself disqualified by kicking me.. well.. you know where. Yet the match continued because the officials here at the FWA wanted to give you a good show, and boy did you get it." She said, and let the crowd cheer their response before trying to speak again.

"In all honesty, I probably would not be standing here right now if things were left alone, but then she took something very... very important to me. And then even had the gall to tear it up later!" The crowd responded with boos, but Masane wasn't finished yet. "I was torn..." Her voice was drowned out by the loud booing of the crowd, so she had to wait for them to calm down a bit. "I was torn apart, both physically and mentally, but I gathered myself enough to know that a symbol was just that: A symbol. I realized that if I can beat Sarah legitimately, It'll be just as good as getting my belt back, AND actually earning my title!" The crowd cheered with their agreement, and Masane started to smile before pointing a finger down the ramp.

"So! Sarah Gatt! If you have even the LEAST bit of courage, you will come down this ramp now and face me in a no holds-barred match!" She said, throwing the microphone down and awaited her response.

For awhile, nothing happened, and it looked like Masane's challenge wnet unheard. But then 'Wild Side' by Motley Crue' started playing, sign that the one she had called had indeed heard her. On the loudest guitar rift she came, blasting out of the entrance on the back of her Harley Davidson Sportster, flames blasting out of the pryotechnics as soon as she did. The bike landed halfway down the ramp and she rode it the rest of the wayy before she turned it off. Sarah Gatt dismounted, and with a grin turned to the ring and the one who stood in it. Despite the crowd's opinion of Sarah at the moment, they had to get on their feet and cheer after that display.

"Poor little, karate kid!" Sarah cackled, leping in the ring to meet Masane. "She lost her belt. Boo fucking hoo." She laughed darkly, despite the boos of the crowd. "So let me get this straight. You 'won', got a big shiny golden belt, and you're concerned about some flimsy piece of cloth? I must have hit you harder than I thought!" Sarah stopped to fix Masane with a malicious look, mocking her for what happened. "As far as I'm concerned, I already beat you. You know it, I know it, even they know it!" She gestured to the rowdy crowd. "Give me one good reason I should do it again. You got something to offer?"

Masane smirked a little. "That flimsy cloth is worth more than you could ever know." She replied calmly as Sarah mocked her, then frowned a little as she asked if she had something to offer. She really didn't want to do this, but it seems there would be no choice. "...My title." She declared. "I would put the title I worked to get on the line just to prove I can fully defeat you. This will be no holds barred too, by the way. No chance for disqualification." She spelled it out for her.

Sarah laughed, actually laughed at Masane's offer. "Like I told your ginormous friend, I don't care about the title," Sarah replied, spelling it out for her. "I don't need some stupid championship to tell me I'm the best." Then suddenly she grew more thoughtful, rubbing her chin in thought. "But it is a pretty nice looking belt...." she muttered, already picturing it hanging on her wall with the rest of her trophies. She looked to Masane again. "Where is it?"

"It's in my locker. Officials will hand it to you though. That is if you win." She said to her, and started to crack her knuckles as she prepared herself for what would no doubt be one of the roughest matches she's had in a long while. "I'm giving you one warning, though. I intend to make you hurt in a way that you haven't experienced in a long while, I imagine." She declared.

Sarah grinned eagerly. Maybe this wasn't so bad. "Deal," she answered, and the crowd went wild. Out of the blue a title match was happening tonight! Sarah removed her leather jacket, tossing it in the ring corner. She cracked her neck side to side, bouncing lightly on her feet while she smiled at Masane.

"It's hard to get scared at a girl who cries over a piece of torn clothing. If you were really so tough you would have stopped me from taking it." Sarah grinned darkly, and gestured Masane forward. "Show me I'm wrong."

Masane merely smiled at Sarah's challenge, and shook her head. "Toughness has nothing to do with whose physically stronger." She commented. "There's more to being tough than just brute strength. Allow me to prove this to you." She said, and shifted into her stance, still having a small smile on her face, just to spite Sarah.

Smiles and speeches didn't impress Sarah Gatt, fighting ability did. SO when Masane readied herslef, Sarah grinned darkly. As usual, she'd make the first move, rushing at Masane with a punch to her face.

Masane saw the punch coming a mile away and leans aside to try and avoid the punch. She would immediately retaliate with a fierce knee to her gut, "HAH!" followed by a fierce palm to her chin, "YAH!" attacking it upwards to make her head fly back up, but she would then try to reach for her head before it flew up out of reach of her arms and slam her knee back down on her forehead. "HYAH!"

Sarah's punch failed, which didn't surprise her in the least, as she knew the first attaack rarely landed in a fight. It was intended to fail to counter Masane's retaliation. She slammed her hand down on Masnae's knee to stop it from coming, and then that same hand would come up to stop the girl's second attack, grabbing her arm and holding it in place. And then with a grin Sarah would bring her free arm up, and slam the heel of her palm into Masane's nose.