grudge match:Sasha vs Layne (complete)

Sasha's face was blushed deep red but she didn't realize it, being busy with rolling free from beneath the downed big girl.Swallwoing down a bit of her own blood, gasping and rolling to all fours she tried to get up and it was the sound of a crowd cheering added a lot energy to the girl's energy.
Still her body was aching all over as she dragged her self to her feet.
It took another deep breath to get the energy to roll her self up tp the ring as the ref-girl started to count out the bigger girl.
Is this real? Did I win...will the Major be proud?The young russian warrior was busy with a multitude of own thoughts and doubts but finally she got to her knees and raised a fist to the crowd.
The ref gir has already reached the sis as Sasha started to yell low but from the bottom of her heart, nothing but proud and happy to be still alive.

Layne's arms was lift a little as Sasha got up, caught on the fellow Russian's chest and sticking to her with sweat and blood. Then finally slipped against her and fell lifelessly to the fall as Sasha moved away from the sweaty bloody closeness and climbed back into the ring leaving Layne laying on her back, bare breasts pointing up to the ceiling and moving up and down deeply.

The ref finished the count, Layne still not moving from her position, out of it.

Sasha saw the ref-girl finishing the count but she was to hurt and exhausted to stan up. Sasha had to clear her throat, her world stopped spinning with another deep breath. Sasha's heart was pounding against the cage of her ribs as she felt the energy of a victory surging trough her body. It was almost too much but Sasha stood up, putting on a smile as proud as it was painfull.
Sasha raised her bloodied,trembling right fist to pose to the roaring crowd.
I can do it Sir.I won.I won. Do you love me now father?Words kept spinning in her mind as she posed on.
Sasha managed to stand up straight for some seconds befor she dropped to her knees, panting for breath.

The ref girl moved over to raise Sasha's hand in victory... Layne still laying on the cold unforgiving floor outside the ring in the same position she had landed in, the site of her huskily breathing up into the air with her eyes close and a mild expression on her face quite the turn on for thoughs interested in that kind of girl... Particularly with her huge rack bare to the world

Sasha, still panting for breath, went toward the ropes and plugged two pieces of Layne's vest from the wire that was stained with blood, her's and that of the downed giantess. Slowly and with some effort, Sasha climbed out of the ring, needing to take a little break at the mats. Finally she hubbled toward Layne and put the bigger one of both fabric-pieces over Layne's big breasts to cover them at least a bit. The smaller piece Sasha did took with her as a trophy and as a reminder of that victory as she dragged her self out of the arena, in serious need of a shower, a milkshake and medical treatment.