Sasha vs Pussy Willows

hardcore match; win by submission or ten count pin

Summary of past posts:
Having entered the ring after placing a small sledgehammer beneath the
ring curtain Pussy waited for Sasha to enter. Sasha and Pussy
exchanged brief words and a friendly handshake and are about to begin
fighting.

Pussy had quickly judged her foe as inexperienced. On the other hand,
she could already tell the young blond was strongwilled. It could
still prove a tough fight for her.

Pussy stepped back a couple paces waiting casually for the bell to
ring. As soon as it did she sprang back toward the young girl like a
blue and green blur. Her upper body bent down looking to wrap her left
arm around the back of the Russian's waist quickly and start jabbing
her stomach until she leaned over far enough from the blows for Pussy
to force snag her in a side headlock.


The quick attack of the feline woman caught Sasha a bit off-guard or
rather flat-footed. The blows drove the wind from her lungs. Sasha
tensed her abs and gasped for breath as she doubled over slightly.
She gritted her teeth and set back her left foot to keep in blance,
trying to sling her arms around Pussy's waist.
Her belly ached from the jabs but she swallowed down the pain, trying
to hide it.


Pussy continued her assault as Sasha in turn tried to strengthen her
defenses. Pussy was impressed by Sasha's decision to hold the smaller
wrestler around her waist. Pussy snagged the younger girl's neck in a
headlock as she had wanted to pulling it down far enough to start
bringing her knee up into the girl's tensed abs.

--
Pussy will aim to keep her foe disoriented, only trying to knee her a
handful of times before dropping into a quick DDT.


Sasha gritted her teeth, shifting some weight with a sudden slip of
her left leg. She managed to built up some resistance.With a short
grunt she tried to push forward, trying to lift the cat-woman up a bit
to bring her down in a rough-neck, hard and simple slam.
Pain stinging in her guts, she did her best to deliver some payback.
A "Ungh..not so quick" passing her thin lips with thick russian
accent.


Pussy felt her heart start racing as she was lifted for a split second
suspended in midair as her opponent tackled her to the ground. Then
she was flat on her back under the young Russian, she panted hard
trying to recover. Pussy grinned silently remembering how much she had
missed this kind of match.

--
If Pussy is given a few seconds to recover before Sasha attacks again,
she'll try to kick up to snag Sasha's body or neck in a scissors.


Sasha, a top of the cat-girl now, took a deep breath, the pain in her
belly slowly fading into some dull sensation. She felt Pussy's legs
starting to sling around her waist. The Russian slipped forward
slightly, unable to avoid the scissor fully.
Down on her knees and her left hand she raised her right arm, trying
to grab Willows left leg enclosing her by hooking up her knee. She
slipped down a bit, closer to her opponent to gain some space to pull
up again, feeling a bit out of momentum.


Pussy was again surprised by Sasha's seemingly instinctual movements.
She had mere seconds to give Sasha's waist a bit of a squeeze before
the girl was able to split her ankles apart and hook her leg.

Fortunately, the kitty's attack plan had many facets. Even as she felt
the Russian hooking her leg up she was in the process of snaking her
own right arm around Sasha's left. She wrapped her other arm around
the back of the girl's neck moving to lock into an armbar which would
press the blonde's face tightly against her flat bosom.


Sasha, still busy with building up some offensive potential, had
wasted most of her defensive power or rarther concentration.
Suddenly she gasped as her opponent forced her face down by using her
arms as a lever against her.
A bit helpless for some moments, Sasha kept on hooking up the cat-
woman's leg to force her back.
Bending her leg, slowly at building up some counter-weight, Sasha was
trapped by Pussy-Willow, he rface pressed against her feline opponents
chest.
Sasha, unable to breath fully, gave a short muffled sigh, trying to
press free from the painfull, embaracing hold.


Pussy was disappointed in herself, she had only been able to get the
girl's left arm. She sighed for a moment, and then emotionlessly began
cranking her elbow upward in jolts to wrench the Russian's arm unable
to do much more. The girl kept rolling her back further by holding her
under her knee. Pussy finally felt her neck press back against the
mat. The movement certainly wasn't helping her opponent get out of the
hold, but if she lifted Pussy and dropped her from this position it
could be painful for the cat.


With another short grunt Sasha slipped off to the other side just as
fare as possible. She tried to let her left leg slip past Pussy's
chest, letting the cat-woman's knee go free. Sasha shoved her self
around a little, trying to slip free from the painfull hold.
She rolled down and aside with a sudden shift of weight, gritting he
rteeth, not wishing to give Pussy the satisfaction of another
demonstration of pain.


With a bit of effort Sasha began pulling away to the side and Pussy
was unable to keep a handle on her. She smirked and quickly clambered
to her feet, waiting to see how Sasha would try to attack next.

Sasha, teeth stil gritted, tried to spin around a bit, raising her hip and slashing out with her right leg in an attempt to smash her right heel into the cat-girls side.
"Get off!!" She hissed venting the pain and anger in two short words.
The kick came in quick and stabbing with a bent leg.

Sasha's hit bit into Pussy's side before she had a chance to fully react to the sweeping attack and she skidded sideways back down onto her knees. The catgirl had mostly maintained her composure after the fierce kick and a glint flashed in her eye as she pounced back onto her feet. She hurtled forward towards the Russian girl trying to snag her around the waist for a sudden spear to take her back down to the mat.

Sasha, one hand holding an aching shoulder, gasped at the sight of the charging cat-girl. Instead of dodging the spear, she rushed right forward, deciding that attacking was the best way of defense.
She circled in short, spinning around on one leg to gain some momentum. Sasha tried to say hello to Pussy with a nasty big-boot, kicking at the cat-girl's guts with her army boots.
the own movement brought Sasha way out of balance but she was willed to deal some damage now, her green eyes fixed on her opponent.

Pussy groaned loudly as the Russian delivered another serious blow. Her stumble backwards was halted prematurely as she reflexively grabbed hold of Sasha's ankle though. She grinned and pulled back trying to get the blond to hop slightly closer to the center of the ring before dragon Screwing her ankle to force her into the mat.

--
If Pussy's twist works she'll move around closer to Sasha to step her over giving the young girl a hefty stomp on her lower back as she passes.

Out of balance still, caught in the own momentum, Sasha's ankle was caught by Pussy's firm grip. With a short gasp she landed hard on the mat, landing on the ground in a corc-screw motion, bumping her head a bit. Groaning and cursing she tried to get up again as a bolt of pain shot up her spine. Sasha's clutched her lower back and lay there,angry about being so helpless at the moment.
Her back ached as she slipped around a bit, trying to face the cat-girl.

Pussy pulled up and back securing a solid single boston crab on her taller foe. Unlike some of her larger foes, Sasha was still small enough that the hold was little difficulty for her. She gave a slight squat expertly shifting the hinge point of the Crab down to the spot on the Russian's lower back where she had just stomped to deliver maximum pressure there.

The Cossack-Kid tried to swollow down the pain, taking a deep breath. Another bolt of pain shooting up her spine set the world spinning slightly, her legs and her lower back aching.Bending her own neck, teeth gritted, Sasha slashed around, almost forming a u-shape as she tried to get hold up Wilow's hair.
She tried it once, being badly out of reach, reaching into thick air only. She tried another time, her arm stretched as far as possible, fingertips trembling and the pain clearly written in her face and features.
It didn't work. Collecting some power for seconds that seemd like a cruerlsome hour of agony to Sasha, she slipped her arms forward, trying to kick free,straining he rlegs, sweat starting to flow on her forhead.
"Unghh..hhh,ge...get off fur-ball!Unghhhh!!!"

Pussy's eyes widened as Sasha tried to kick her leg up out of the hold. Her grip shifted losing total control of the hold as the ankle started to push out between her hands. She had risen for her squat to a full standing position before she reversed the girl's push using the momentum as a sort of spring to fall back into the crouching position and pour all the energy of the girl's kick back into her lower back. "No." she responded firmly hoping that the shift in her grip had gone unnoticed.

Sasha groaned and her fingertips where grinding into the mat.She draw her hanbds closer to her self, right to her shoulders and pressed down on the mat hard, trying to kick free a second time with a short grunt, this time trying to gain some momentum by twistig her shoulders around hard to the left.
She did bend her own, aching back again, pain biting deep gain, trying to get hold of Wilows hair.
"Unghh.....gett offfff!!!"

(if sucessfull, Sasha will try to get some distance between her and Pussy)