grudge match:Sasha vs Layne (complete)

Sasha let out a grunt as she was yanked forward, her own swing fooling her. She realized in a painfull way that she was far from gaining control. Layne's strong arms crushed into the tomboy's chest,driving the air from the mercenary-brat's lungs as her two handfull's where crushed between Layne's limb and Sasha's ribs. One of Sasha's ribs gave way with a nasty sound and the next breath she took did send a sting trough her allreday aching chest.
Sasha spun around once,slamming down into the mat as gravity took rule again.

Layne felt and heard the tell tale sign of Sasha's rib cracking, but didn't seem to be deterred by it into taking it easy on the kawaii hardcore girl. Layne looked as Sasha as she fell to the mat, figuring she might be down for a bit so Layne went to the side of the ring and dropped down to roll underneath the bottom barbed wire ropes.

Outside the ring, Layne will dig under the skirting to find and pull out a folded up steel chair. Moving it under the ropes and rolling back into the ring with it..

Sasha had rolled to all fours,panting for breath as she tried to ignore the pain. Sweat dropped down from Sasha's face and short hair to the mats. With a hiss she pressed her right hand over the cracked rib. With a grunt she drove away the black dots floaging her mind.
Don't moan,don't cry..fight or suffer!!! she heard a voice booming in her head.

Layne gets to her feet and collects the steel chair, stalking her way towards Sasha and trying to move in towards her blind spot.

With Sasha down on her hands and knee, Layne will wait until she moves up off her hands and then aim to swing the flat of the steel chair to slam into her upper back

Sasha raised her self to her knees, bowed forward a bit,trying to get that Layne back into view, fists clenched. With a thud and a dull,mettalic clang the chair hit her back and smashed her back into the mat with her front. Sasha's chin did hit the mat and was busted open,leaving a small red mark in the mat.Sasha rolled over and aimed a rude kick at Layne's belly, glarring at her with an angry gaze in her eyes.
She tried to roll back right with that kick,hoping to hit anything to support that roll.

The kick knocked Layne back a few steps with a puff of air, working more in keeping her away from Sasha rather then winding her or anything. Layne stopped only herself only barely from leaning back against the sharp ropes.

With the chair still in hand, she'll approach Sasha again relentlessly.. Trying to jab the top edge of the chair into the side of her knee joint

In a short turn Sasha slipped to her feet and waited for the enxt attack from Layne. She held her arms up in a boxing gaurd and glarred at Lanye. Just as the other Russain swung the chair's edge at her, she raised he rright leg,foot spread up,as she smashed it hard down again,trying to plugg the chair from Layne's hands, to pin it under the foot and to see how the big girl would look once her own swing and momentum would work against her.

Layne didn't take having her chair knocked out of her hands very well... As she was bent over a bit to try and drive the chair into Sasha's leg, she stayed down and instead drove her shoulder into Sasha's belly. She'll warp her hand under Sasha's small butt cheeks and lift her a slight bit off the mat.

Layne will try charge forwards, holding tightly onto the kawaii girl to drive her back against the barbed wire ropes in retaliation

Sasha felt Layne's hands cuping her firm lill asscheecks and she caught her self blushing slightly. Still she knew that Layne was up to do something very painfull to her. Winding up and feet trashing, Sasha linked her ten fingers together,thus also her fists.bending back just to swing down again, she slammed her hands at the already bruised point between Layne's shoulderblades in an axehandleblow full od furry. The moment her blow hit Layne's back, her own back did hit the wire.Sasha arched in agony,venting some of the pain in that blow but most of it in an angry grunt. The rermains of her top where sticking to her white skin with slick blood now, it crawled down her back warm. With a sudden turn she tried to brake free, a small piece of skin and flesh torn from her back.
Sasha growled,leaning into Layne with all her might.

Layne face was close to Sasha as she let out a rugged breath against the side of Sasha's cheek, feeling the fellow Russian trying to push her way out.. Sasha's small chest pressed into Layne's large bust and Layne felt Sasha's back leave the ropes slightly.

Layne felt that she should be able to over power Sasha and force her back onto the ropes, but instead she took a step back and then slipped her hands from Sasha's shoulders to grasp her arms around Sasha's back tightly.. Trying to pull the smaller girl into a sudden bear hug, yanking her up off of her feet if she can