Grudge Match: Masane vs Sarah Gatt

Masane showed the woman no mercy, looking down at her with a stern expression on her face. "I want you to remember this pain. Regardless of how this match goes tonight, I want you to remember how this felt, and think twice before you start trying to beat down someone else here at Friction." She said before lifting her leg up high and trying to drive it down in an axe kick on her back. She could care less of what the crowd thought of this. It wasn't entirely about vengeance either. She wanted this girl to hurt, and hurt bad.

Sarah growled angrily, trying to make her way to her feet on the one arm she had left, but the axe-kick drove her back down, crying out as she did so.

Masane stopped there, and just backed away from her with a snort, waiting for her to climb back to her feet now. This fight was hers now, it was just the matter of knocking her out or keeping her down enough for a pin count. After their last fight, however, she wasn't going to take her lightly. Even if Masane ended up breaking all four limbs on her, she would still not take Sarah lightly.

Sarah grunted as she tried to work her way onto her feet, which was difficult when she had only one arm. None-the-less, she managed to get up, but not without a good degree of effort. Finally she made it to her feet, panting slightly.

"Well now," she said, and to everoyone's alarm, she smiled. "Isn't this....a nice turn of events." She felt her arm a bit, and immediately winced. "Yup. Definitely broken." Sarah had broken limbs before, she knew how to identify them on her body by now. "Got to admit. You took me by surprise. I didn't expect you to go that far. You've impressed me, Masane." Sarah's other arm went to the odd contrapment she wore on her shoulders, and unhooked a small latch near her neck. The thing came undone, and Sarah smiled wider. "But you also broke my arm, and that don't really sit well with me." And then shugged off the metal contrapment. It landed on the mat with a loud clang. If someone were to pick it up, they'd find it to be quite heavy. It was a training weight Sarah had stolen off one of her many opponants in her street fighting days, and had taken to wearing it everyday. She only took it off when things were dire, such as right now.

"Ah, that feels better," Sarah sighed, strething her neck side to side. "I usually only take it off when I sleep. This is much more comfortable." With her one free arm Sarah motioned Masane on, her dark grin returning. "Let's finish this."

Masane stared in awe as she watched Sarah unhooking the metal contraption from her. "Weighted training?! ...Unbelievable..." She muttered, then shook her head.

"It still won't save you." She declared, and tried to dart in for a hard kick to her jaw!

Sarah's grin quickly vanished once Masane came at her, and she was pushed into battle once again. With the weight gone from her shoulders Sarah moved much quicker than before, and swiftly leaned back to deftly avoid the kick. Then just as fast she would send a retaliatory punch straight into Masane's throat. Her punches were also much faster, even if she was only using one arm.

Masane's eyes lit up as she was punched in the throat before she could do anything, and ended up falling to one knee, coughing hoarsely from the punch.

Sarah watched Masane go down, ut was far from done. This girl wanted to break her arm, she better expect she was gonna break a few of her limbs. But for now, Sarah would send a kick straight into Masane's jaw.

"Ugh!" She gasped as she was kicked in the jaw and flopped to her back. Her face was twisted in pain from the stinging of her jaw, but then she tried to reach for one leg to pin it down while she tried to send both feet up for Sarah's breasts!

Sarah raised and eyebow once her foor was grabbed, and saw what Masane was about to do. Her increased speed was brought into play again, and she leaned back to avoid the kicks, her unbroken arm shooting out to grab one of her legs in mid-air. Sarah would be holding Masane upside down by her ankle, an odd but entertaining sight, something the crowd laughed at. With a grin, Sarah would send a straight knee into Masane's spine.