Round Three: Sarah Gatt vs Makoto Aihara (Complete)

Sarah wouldn't let Makoto get away so easily. This game of cat and mouse was coming to an end. As soon as Makoto dodged to the side Sarah's hand shot out to try and grab her hair. If she managed that Sarah would roughly pull her head back and deliver a brutal uppercut into her chin, laughing as she did so.

Makoto's hair was not that long and she was a quicjk dodger so Sarah would miss and Makoto again was a few feet away fromm her defensively.

"Is the big ox running out of steam? You know in my country we make Kobe style meat out of cows like you!"

Sarah merely laughed out loud. The girl was trying to insult her? That was a laugh on its own! "If I knew what the fuck you were talking about I might actually give a shit," she chuckled. "I got to hand it to you though, you're pretty good at running away. I guess getting your ass kicked all the time gets old after a while." She turned her back on Makoto, like the girl wasn't worth her time, and headed back to the ring again.

Makoto's eyes narrowed at Sarah's words. As the large woman turned away she felt her temper rise but her grandfather's words came back to her. Harness your fear, your grief, your anger, and use it as a weapon against your enemy.

Makoto felt the small muscles in her body starting to harden and swell slightly. She opened and closed her fists and could hear the tendons cracking. In the Jean Claude Van Damme movie, the Quest, the Mongolian fighter had done a similar thing when about to face the sumo wrestler.

Makoto watched Sarah enter the ring with glittering eyes. Sarah had promised to break every bone in her body. Makoto swore she would cripple this big ox, perhaps kill her.

Sarah climbed back into the ring, tired of fighting outside of it. Makoto was proving to be the most difficult fight she had in this tournament. The other two she had won with relative ease, so she wasn't as tired as she could have been. But if this match dragged on she'd be in no shape for the final round. She needed to end this now.

Once she was in the ring she walked to the center of it, and grinned darkly at Makoto outside the ring. "Well?" she asked, and gestured Makoto on. "Come get me, judo bitch!"

Makoto leaisurely climbed in, fixing Sarah with that psycho smile. She got in and stood up and still grounded her fists, the popping of tendons could be heard if One stood directly where Makoto was. Sarah might not hear it over the roar of the crowd. Makoto eyed Sarah waiting for her to make her move.

Sarah fixated Makoto with a mocking smile. Of couse the girl wasn't going to come at her, she was too much of a pussy for that. Once again, Sarah would have to takethe offensive. With a sudden jolt Sarah rushed forward, looking like she wanted to send an uppercut straight to Makoto's jaw. But at the last second Sarah would sudenly spin, sending a harsh backfist across Makoto's face.

Makoto dodged the uppercut and the backfist seemingly not falling for the feint. She then lashed out with her hardened knuckles drilling Sarah all over the body, kidney and gut area with fists hard enough to punch through oak dummies.

Even at the her failed attack Sarah didn't seem worried. She even laughed in anticipation. The punching assault started, and Sarah evaded them. All of them. The reason was throughout the match Sarah had been becoming used to the speed Makoto moved at, adaptingto her opponant's movements. It was one of the traits that made her so strong. Now she seemed to have little trouble avoiding the powerful blows. Even if Makoto had the strength it was useless if she couldn't land a hit.

"You're starting to get scared!" Sarah laughed, dodging yet another hit. "Poor little girl! You just want to be noticed, don't you?" When Makoto punched again Sarah evaded it again, this time catching it. She also caught her other arm, stopping her punching spree in its place. With a sadistic gleam in her eye, she slammed her forehead into Makoto's face, pulling on her wrists for even more power.

As Sarah caught Makoto's hands and went for her headbut, Makoto shot her legs up to try and catch Sarah by surprise with a leg scissor choke on the neck. If successful she would try to grab one of sarah's big arms in both of ehr own and wrench it back going for a Gail Kim like hanging armbar.