Title Match: Masane Tajiri vs. Sarah Gatt.

The stagelights turned green as the 'Enter the Dragon' remix began to play. The more she thought about it, the more she thought she needed to change the music. She sighed a little, before stretching one arm over her chest and twisting her body, and did the same with the other arm before she walked down the ramp. She didn't raise a fist up in the air like she normally did walking down the ramp, however. Despite all the hype about having a title, Masane couldn't care less right now. She had joined this tournament for one reason alone, and now it was gone. There was still the matter of Kirin counting on her, and it was because of her that she didn't just throw the match right here. She'd win for her.

She stood at the bottom of the ring, and started to climb up into the ropes. Sarah Gatt. She had heard some things about her. Mainly despicable things. The woman seemed no better than a common thug. If this was true, Sarah should prove to be little trouble to her. She walked to her corner, waiting patiently for her opponent, taking slow deep breaths as she awaited her opponent's entrance.

This was it. Through the blood and sweat and tears of her opponants Sarah Gatt had made it here. The final rounf of the Friction Title Belt Tournament. She had no desire for the belt, or the title, or the respect that came with it; she had made it here on the sole desire to annihalte her opponants.

"And her opponant!" the announcer shouted over the large and excited crowd. "The Maiden of Mean, the Princess of Pain; ladies and gentlemen: SARAH GATT!!!!"

What came over the speakers was not Sarah's regular music. Unlike Masane, Sarah had actually gone about changing her entrance music. What played now was 'Wild Side' by Motley Crue' to signal the second finalist in the tournament. Something else could be heard as well. It was the reving of an engine, growing louder and louder. And then there was the screech of tires, and with a loud roar of the engine of motorcycle blasted out from backstage. And riding that motorcycle was the grinning Sarah Gatt.

The modified Harley Davidson Sportster landed on the ground, and then Sarah revved it again. She started making donuts with her bike, the screeching tires imprinting black lines along the concrete floor. Smoke rose and the crowd cheered loudly. When she was done, Sarah switched off the bike, and dismounted her prized pocession. It was only then she entered the ring. The adrenaline rush of her entrance, the roar of the crowd, and the thought of destroying another opponant, put the widest, darkest grin on Sarah's face. She faced Masane, spreading her arms wide, still grinning.

"Welcome to the Jungle, bitch!"

Masane was not impressed by her entrance. It was loud, obnoxious, and not needed. She saw the dark grin on her face, meeting her dark grin with a stoic expression on her face. She did not reply to the woman. In her eyes, she wasn't even worth speaking to. Regardless, she put her fist up and rested it in her palm, bowing to her very slightly. No matter the opponent, that was how she started every match. She then shifted into her karate stance, staring her down quietly.

Sarah's eyes showed her dark intent. It was clear she was acting different right now. She paced about the ring, while the crowd kept cheering. "The final round!" she shouted loudly. "The last boss! The grand finale'! One of us is gonna walk away on her own two feet, the other is gonna be kissing those feet! Doesn't it make you excited? It's what the people came to see!" On cue the crowd cheered even louder.

With a quick jerk Sarah threw off her leather jacket, throwing it into the corner and turning to Masane. "So let's get this party started!!!"

"You talk far too loudly." She replied calmly as she watched Sarah showing off to the crowd and tossing off her leather jacket. She then heard the bell ring, and she started to inch out of her corner slowly while keeping focused on Sarah. determined not to let her leave her sights.

Sarah circled around Masane quickly as she left her corner. She was more wild and erratic than she was in her previous matches, like the constant matches today had but her into a battle lasting craze. "Aw, am I hurting your eardrums, girly?" Sarah cackled as she circled. "You gotta get your head in the game! Otherwise bad things could happen to your shin bones."

Masane said nothing in response, but merely smirked a little, and lifted her hand up to motion her on.

"Moron, my head is ALWAYS in the game." She thought as she motioned the woman on.

"Ohh, now we're getting somewhere!" Sarah laughed when Masane motioned her on. With a jolt Sarah would rush forward at Masane, looking to spear her in the middle.

Masane smirked as Sarah just rushed at her. She braced for her as she came close, and then would jump forward with a hard knee to try and stop her momentum dead.

"HAH!"

The knee was something that Sarah didn't expect, and it crashed into her chin, jarring her teeth. She stumbled backwards, holding her mouth painfull.