Katrina VS Aya! The most grimiest prelude!

Watching the girl protest to a match managed to subside her rage a little bit until her angry expression was soon replaced with a smug grin. Her hands no longer holding onto her towel and are now on her wide hips.

"Wut, you scared of gettin' a lil beatdown?"

Katrina's smirk now transforms into a toothy smile. The very idea of someone being afraid of her somehow sparked an interest.

"Aaw, well don't worry, sugah. If you too scared, all you gotta--WHOOP!"

Katrina had completely forgotten that she wasn't holding onto her towel, and as a result, the only thing that protected her bodacious body from full exposure had now fallen to the floor at her ankles.

Aya blinks a little. "I'm not scared... just confused. You're a very weird per-" She stopped when she saw the woman's towel drop.

"Uh... I think I should go.. it was nice meeting you.. I think" She said, starting to turn around and walk off, scratching the back of her head. Seemed she was STILL confused about a lot of things about her.

"Yeah, jus' as I thought! Little hoe scared to get beat up!"

Katrina calls out to Aya as the white girl walked off, making sure her voice was loud enough for everyone in the halls to hear. She bends over, gathers her towel in both hands, stands up again and proceeds to talk shit.

"I know dis lil gurl ain't gon' leave me all alone an' shit while I pick up my towel an' shit!
You better run! Fo' I smack you so HORD that yo own grandma gonna have to file for domestic abuse!"

Once Katrina's wet body was safely obscured in her towel, the diva would add one last salty insult before she was to be satisfied.

"Fuckin' BIYATCH!"

Aya stopped after that last insult, and looked back at her. "Fighting you wouldn't be any fun. I try not to fight for personal reasons, so, insulting me like that isn't really helping your chances of me getting in the ring with you." She stated.

Katrina blinked.

"Oh mah bad. Where mah manners go? What I meant to say wuz....May I PLEASE kick yo ass in the ring, you fakkin BIYATCH!?

The rapper smirks with her hands on her hips. Too bad she wasn't fast enough to catch her towel before it fell to the ground again.

Aya shook her head, and just started to walk away. "Bye!" She called out, starting to skip away.

"What? You gon' walk away fo' real!?"

Where Katrina came from, which was straight out of the mean streets of the suburbs, turning your back on someone who had just offered you a fight held the same level of disrespect as someone spitting into another's cereal! Like hell was Katrina going to let Aya turn her back on her!

"Nuh Uuuh, gurl! You ain't gonna turn aroun' an' jus' walk off on me an' shit!!"

Eager to show Aya what happens when you disrespect someone from Da Hood, Katrina throws back on her towel, reaches for a fistful of Aya's hair and attempts to drag her along the floor.

"You comin' wit me now, sugah!"

Katrina hisses while she angrily stomps her way down the halls.

Aya was about to leave, unaware of how badly she pissed her off, and yelped when she was yanked by one of her pigtails.

"H-hey! Let go! Let gooo!!" She cried out in protest as she was dragged down the halls by her hair

"Nu-uh! Look like yo' ass gon' learn how its done in Da Hood!"

Katrina, willing to show Aya how it's done in the Da Hood(Where ever that is), continues to drag Aya through the halls and out the double doors that lead straight to Da Ring.