Bar room Brawl Sasha versus Ash

As Ash picked the kid up by her top it rolled up a bit,, showin a bit of the tiny breasts of Sasha. The girl growled, feeling the way she was yanked up and then pain exploded in Sasha's chin as the uppercut crushed into her jaw. Sasha was knocked right from her feet and against a table, sending jarring pain trough Sasha's ribs. She coughed and then turned at Ash, raising her fist again.
She lunged at Ash and faked a left blow with a slip of her shoulder. Just as she reached Ash she stopped the blow, turned her hip and thus her upper body, aiming her right at the mouth of Ash in a quick feint.

Ash grinned, "HA!" she yelled in delight as Sasha struck the table. She stepped in, prepared to continue the beatings, but threw up her guard as Sasha twitched. Ash was not expecting a feint, especially after a beating like that. The blow clocked her hard, causing her to stumble back a bit and grab her jaw. She snarled at Sasha with a wild, warrior's stare, "Ayah, tricky runt..." She called out, half angry, half... almost playful.

If Sasha gave Ash a beat to recover, Ash would assume her stance again and step back in, aiming a kick at Sasha's midsection. If she could double the Cossack Kid over, Ash would try to slam her head into the nearest table.

Sasha felt her fist connecting and growled. She ducked low and then jumped forth, trying to bow forth, arms wide and trying to spear Ash right trough the closest table as rough as possible.She curled her self up, trying to swing her self into Ash with as much momentum as possible.
Right as Sasha was flying toward her opponnent the tip of Ash's boot dugg into Sasha's tummy, driving all the air from the tomboy's tummy. The kid gasped, turning a bit pale while still lunging at Ash.

Ash's kick struck true but did little to slow Sasha. For her size, she definitely had spunk.

Her head still shaken from the punch earlier, and with Sasha's considerable ferocity, Ash had no chance of catching the Russian. Ash was slammed back against the table, letting out a loud gasp as the air was knocked from her.

The table was overturned by the force of their collision, and Ash took a second slam, now against the floor, and her head against the bottom of the table, now upright as a sort of wall against which she was held. "Ah... ff... FUCK!" Ash shrieked, grabbing her head. Snarling fiercely, she balled her other hand in a fist and swung it at Sasha, trying to offer the Russian no reprieve.

Sasha's world went upside down as she crashed right into the other fighter, hitting the woman so hard that it send a sharp sting trough Sasha's shoulder. The kid was slipping halfway over the toppled and badly damaged table, pressing her self up with one hand.
The world was but a flur of a spinning bar room and the black hair of Ash then Sasha's mind cleared,for a moment at least. She was still holding the other hand to her tummy where the boot of Ash had hit so she had nothing to block the fist of Ash.
It ploughed over the kid's cheek , reddening it as Sasha slumped right on a chair, trying to shake the cobbwebs from her mind.
"Wow...gosh...you..ouch....pack a punch Ma'am" Sasha said, trying to get up again quickly.

Ash hissed, rubbing her head, "Gaaah... This... ain't your first throwdown, is it, kid?" Ash slowly rose to her feet, shaking the stars out of her head. For a brief second, she thought of grabbing a weapon, but Sasha was getting ready too fast. She could clear the distance before Ash brought it to bear.

No messing around. Ash brought her fists up into fighting stance and approached Sasha, tossing a jab or two at her to keep her on the defensive. Ash would then try to grab Sasha in a clinch to deal some knee strikes at point blank, if Sasha did not launch a counteroffensive first.

Sasha was just trying to get up, pushing her self off the chair as Ash came toward her, forcing her into a very close clinch. As their bodies pressed together Sasha tried to wiggle free, gasping as she pressed her flat chest to the side of Ash for a moment, blushing a deep red.
But then sharp pain exloded in Sasha's side, driving the air from her lungs. The knee of Ash hammered into the side of Sasha three times, the kid gagged and coughed, tensing her abs and then, her vision growing dark by the side, aimed her left as hard as she could for the kidneys of her opponnent.

Ash let out a yelp as the blow struck her. For an excruciating second, she grimaced and almost released her grip on the Cossack kid. Gritting her teeth, she would right herself, and unless Sasha followed up before Ash could recover, Ash would try to toss the girl out of the clinch and toward the nearest table.

Still half trapped, half-free again, Sasha was tossed away with a surprised yelp, cut short by a sudden yelp of pain as her side hit the table and she folded over that table, butt sticking up and groaning. The next breath she took felt like she was swallowing a white hot bit of iron, maybe she had broken a rib or two but she hoped that she was wrong about that.
Even worse was the fact that she tasted some blood in her mouth. She coughed, some spittle and blood hitting the table's plate. She tried to press her self up again with a groan, wishing to pay Ash back that "pleassure".

As Ash threw Sasha, the rocker herself stumbled a bit. Sasha was giving as good as she was getting and the pain was beginning to catch up with her. Hissing through grit teeth, Ash would take one step... then another, catching her bearings, and then grab a wooden stool. Hefting it above her head, she would hurl it at Sasha.