Tyris vs. Sasha - Submission

Tyris would miss as Sasha rolled aside. She scowled, moving back a bit and waiting for Sasha to try and rise up before rushing in at her to send a knee up into her face.

Sasha rolled to the side, planting her left hand to the mat and trying to reach for the midd ropes with her right hand. She glared at her opponent. She then tried to get up, the knee then chipping her chin, some blood send to the mat. Dazzed Sasha was knocked back, gasping as she hung in the ropes.
The pain was bad but Sasha did her best to bite it down.
Finally she tried to lash her left foot hard toward her opponent's shin or knee.

Tyris's knee would be struck by the quick kick, the amazing staggering a tiny bit, looking a bit off balance from the blow...

Sasha leaned forth, getting free as the rope had left a painfull, redening inprint on her inner arms. Shifting weight and pressing her left foot to the mat, Sasha did her best to jump hard toward her opponent.
She tried to throw her full weight into the tall lady with all her might to bring the woman down.

While usually, the weight of such a small girl wouldn't be able to take Tyris off the feet, the fact she was already off-balance would do it, Sasha ended up on top of Tyris as the amazon hit the mat back-first.

Sasha gasped as they both hit the mat, her knee's pressed to the mat with a loud thud.
The Cossack Kid leaned forth and tried to straddle Tyris chest, feeling muscles and full breasts beneath her butt, blushing slightly as she tried to dragg her self there with a growl.
The kid tried to mount Tyris chest to aim a hard left cross at the Amazon's face with a roar.

Tyris would take that hard left with an angry roar of her own, glaring up at Shash and aiming a quick fist up to her jaw in response.

Sasha ducked back and protected her jaw with a raise of her shoulders, gasping as she tried ot refocus her attack, trying to let a second blow, a right hook, crush down toward the tall Amazon's jaw, raising on her self a bit as sweat played on the girl's forehead.

Tyris would take this second hit, let out another pissed off cry, and send another quick strike up towards Sasha again.

This time a fist ploughed across the kid's left cheek and made her gasp. She growled, her attacks slowed as she tried to aim her left rude down for her adult opponent's breasts forcefully, close to getting thrown off.