Makoto vs Sasha - First Blood

Makoto struggled as Sasha set her up for the Pedigree attack. The Russian girl would finally pull it off and Makoto crashed into the mat and afterwards would flop over on her back, arm flung over her face and whimper weakly.

Sasha stood up and then stepped back, busy with messaging her aching left calf, never letting her eyes stray away from Makoto.She walked closer again, a grin on her face as she said:"You offer some great battle so far so get the fuck up and fight on..I know you can".
Sasha was above kicking or otherwise attacking a prone opponent.
She just nudged the Japanese's breasts with her right boot, fists pressed to her side.

Makoto had indeed become tougher than before. However after taking a hit from a high impact move like a Pedigree she wasn't getting up anytime soon. She moaned and finally her eyes snapped open as she glared up at Sasha. She would weakly grab for the foot on her breast with both hands and attempt to twist it a bit as if to offbalance her.

Sasha, a bit too confiedent, felt a hand gripping her foot.She stood there arms wheeling and quite suprised.Her mouth formed into an cute O-Shape and she dropped on her bottom.
Blushing a bit as this sudden turn of events she looked at Makoto, saying:"Ohh fight left....great".
Sasha slipped forth a bit and tried to dragg her self right over Makoto to drop her ass down on the cute Judokas chest.

Makoto had been unable to follow up due to the impact she suffered from the Pedigree attack. As she tried to get up, Sasha pinned her down by sitting on her chest. She breathed hard, her face sporting that kind of defiant but helpless look as Sasha pinned her. Her hands rested on Sasha's thighs and then would reach up to the girl's face as if she wanted to rgab it.

Sasha thought this was a try to rake her face and raised her hands, prying the hands away with all her strenght.She leaned back, tilting back the face.She yanked as ahrd as she could on the arms of her opponent,trying to yank the left one wide aside to gain some leverage against the Judo Devil.

Sasha would be able to defend against Makoto's grasping hands and possibly secure them.

Sasha bowed a bit closer to Makoto and whispered:"I won't lose this match to your finegrnails....girly girl".Then Sasha slipped her left knee upward and tried to bring down more preassure on the side of her opponent, pressign her hip into the ellbow joint of the Judo Devil.

Fingernails??? Makoto had actually intended to grab Sasha's chin that time and push her off. How dare she claim I would fight so dirty!

As Sasha leaned down to whisper in her ear though, Makoto realized that once more she had a trap to spring and there was a reason it was dangerous to fight someone like her on the ground.

She reached up to try and headlock Sasha with her free arm under one armpit and try to wrap ehr legs around Sasha's side for the attempted guillotine choke.

Sasha gasped as Makoto yanked her forth.Soon the other girl's arm was blocking her head's way back and she cursed.She presse dhe relft into the mat and aimed a furious left into Makoto's side as the lack of air made dots of light dance across her view.