Grudge Match: Masane vs Sarah Gatt

Masane said nothing in response to her announcement, looking away.

Sarah grinned down at her, expecting such an action. "That's what I thought. It's dissapointing, isn't it? Not just for me, but for them!" She gestured to the crowd, who were on the edge of their seats due to the position Masane was in. "They have to deal with a pathetic loser as their champion, when they know you don't deserve it." She leaned down closer to her, sneering contemptiously. "You know you don't deserve it."

Masane snapped when she said that, and glared up at her. "I'm FAR more deserving of it then you'll EVER be!" She shouted up at her wholeheartedly. "I may have lost to you, but I am NOT a loser. Being a champion is NOT all about winning. But you could never understand that. That's why I'm in the position I'm in right now."

Sarah flinched when Masane suddenly snapped at her. Of course, she should have expected another sappy speech from the karate kid. Guess she had just hoped she would stay down and shut up before she realized what a pathetic mess she was.

"And what a position it is," she whispered, and gave a quick grin at Masane before she turned her back on her. She mounted up her Harley Davidson, revved it up and the motor roared to life. With a chain tying Masane's legs to her bike, it looks like she would go along as well. Sarah looked back at her beaten opponant once more, grinning darkly. "You gotta learn to loosen up, Masane. You're takin' everything to seriously. Take a ride on the wild side!" And then she drove off, and with Masane tied to the back, she dragged her along with her. Sarah's music 'Wild Side' played to celebrate her win as she drove around the ring with Masane in tow along the rough concrete floor. She went extra fast around corners so Masane would slam into the side of the ring and the crowd dividers, all the while taking in the cheers of the crowd.

Masane just shut her eyes as Sarah did this to her, and braced herself as she kept slamming against walls and overall getting battered up pretty badly.

Sarah went around the ring several times, her one good arm steering her bike as she continued to batter Masane's body. This was just another warning to any other competitor out there if they thought their loss against Sarah was a fluke. She had confronted, taken on, and beaten Masane twice now, even with one of her arms broken. That was something to shove down the throats of those who underestimated her abilities.

Afterv severa minutes of dragging Masane across the rough concrete and slamming her against hard surfaces, Sarah ended their little joyride. She rode up the entrance ramp, bringing Masane with her, and came to a stop in the middle of it. Sarah looked back at her to inspect the damage she had taken, and grinned in approval at the results. "It's been fun, Masane," she said. "But beating you up has gotten real old, real fast. It was fun for awhile but you just talk to much about nothing. Rules, honor, friendship, blah, blah blah." She snickered a bit before continuing. "Enjoy your title, honey. Lord knows you deserve it!" Reaching back to unhook the chain, Sarah drove up the ramp and out the exit, leaving Masane laying on the ramp. Sarah Gatt had won again.