Friction Hardcore Title Match(no weapons, no dg, fight toKO)

Sasha clenched her fists and sucked in air into her aching lungs as the preassure from the other kid's knee was gone, for a moment at least. The emotionless expression of the other Russian was unsettling but not unsettling to steal away any of the Cossack Kid's fighting spirit.

She felt her emotion racing and shifting, the pain only fueling her rage as it kicked free hidden reserves.
As Cerbera flung her self high up she rolled aside and dodged the knee, throwing her self backward to the ropes and flinging her left foot upward in a short , snapping kick at her opponent, neither ellegant nor gracefull but fast and hard she tried to bring some distance between them the hardcore way.

Cerbera could not dodge the incoming kick nor block it in time, grunting out softly as she was hit and immidiatly fell onto her side, laying motionless upon the mat, no signs of moving came from her though she was staring blankly at the ropes infront of her. As much as she hated to admit it, with her vision this blurry and her body hurting, she couldn´t do much, so she just decided to lay there and rest.

Sasha stood up, pulling her self up by the ropes and then she stepped closer and then , with a small groan, tried to burry her left in Cerbera's hair and her right clutched the other Russian's left breast to yank her to the knee's by them.
The Cossack Kid felt the coppery taste of blood mixing with the salty one of swear and with bitter adrenaline in her mouth. All her darker instincts cried out DESTROY HER!!
Sasha pressed her left foot into the mat and turned sharp, trying to spin her self around to toss the other girl back first into the next corner in a rather brutal way.

Cerbera flinched when her opponent took a hold of her elegant hair and her breast, wanting to bring her hands up to try and pull those hands away from her but instead she was thrown hard against the turnbuckle, coughing out softly while her body gently pressed against the corner, not being able to do much but just rest against it.

Sasha closed in on Cerbeara as fast as she could, her eyes narrowed and then pressing her shoulder into the other Russian's form. With some quick moves Sasha did her best to plant her opponent's butt on the middle padding and Cerbera's feet spread aside on the ropes.
The crowd went mad as they realized that Sasha tried to set Cerbera up for the brutal Shattered Dreams Combo.
Sasha, standing befor Cerbera pressed her right foot into the mat and tried to hammer her knee threee times as hard as she could into the other kid's cunny with wordless roar and full power, part one of three in Sasha's trademark finisher.

Cerberas eyes widened when each knee rammed into her crotch, her head hanging low afterwards , her legs trembling from the blows she had just taken full force, not showing any resistance in retreating nor struggling, her body completely limp as she could only wait for Sasha to finish her.

Sasha took a deep breath as she stepped closer again, trying her best to keep the other girl on the ropes as she pulled Cerbera into a reversed headlock, trying to press the mysterious heel's head to her sweaty side.As the headlock was locked Sasha reached forth with her right, tryubg to shove her hand into Cerbera's bottom attire to grab her undies, yanking them up to give Cerbera a camel toe ripping wedgie.
She buckled her knees and lifted with all might, shoving her shoulder blades together and trying to lift the other kid up over and hard done with the spine in her infamous wedgie-veritcal-suplex with a yell to muster power, wishing to hurt Cerbera bad enough to end the match.

Cerbera didn't yank back away from the headlock as she was caught, the wedgie making Cerbera almost wanting to fall from her feet but nstead she was suplexed hard onto her back, almost knocking her straight out but managing to stay consious, her eyes only slightly opened to look up at the night sky, laying sprawled onto the mat. She mumbled out cursing words in Russian, they were very faint and soon her eyes closed completely, her body becoming limp and falling unconsious.

Sasha stood up , having a hard time doing so after her move, rubbing her butt as she gave a wolfish grin at the other young Russian. She plugged her , defended, champions belt and slipped back intoo the ring.
She flung it up and hammered it to the other teen's chest with full force befor she jumped to one corner, roared and posed to the crowd.
Then she raised her belt, smiling happily and then she left the arena in her normal sloppy, boyish walk.

Sasha wins by KO