Bar room Brawl Sasha versus Ash

Sasha lay on the table, dazzed, small stars dancing across her view. The coppery taste of blood and the bitter one of adrenaline were mixing in her mouth as she felt her busted lips throbbing.
She groaned as she saw Ash swinging up her linked fists in an axehandle blow. It was almost scary for Sasha felt like she would have tried the same. The Russian then hissed:"Never!" in reply to Ash's "advice" and then swung the bottle of vodka upward, trying to hammer it against the double of hands comming down at her abs like a hammer.

The shift in Sasha's demeanor and her sudden shout in defiance caused Ash's eyes to go wide.

The force of Ash's hands crashing down on the bottle shattered it. Ash's hands would fall loosely atop Sasha's stomach, blood and broken glass coming down around them.

For an agonizingly slow instant, Ash would stare with disbelief. Then... "AUUUUUUUGH!" Ash would howl, stumbling back, she would clutch her bleeding hands. "Fuck shit fuck damn FUCK!" Finally leaning against a table, Ash would stare at her wounded and bloody hands, the outsides of them hurt bad by that collision and... "What the hell..." Ash would whimper. Putting her hand up to her mouth, Ash would bite down and wrench out a shard of glass that was still stuck in her left hand, growling loudly in pain. Ash would spit it out with another hiss, "You... I am going to fuck you up." Ash turned back to Sasha, growling. She reached for a bottle on a nearby table, she stared at it briefly before wrenching it open and pouring the alcohol across her hands, whimpering softly as she did so. Turning the bottle up, Ash would try to throw it at Sasha if she had not recovered in time to capitalize on her advantage. It would likely fly wide, though. While Ash was lucky to only tear up only the outside edges of her hands, she was still in a good amount of pain.

Sasha's eyes were pressed shut for a moment as shards of broken glass and some fine drops of blood rained down on her chest. For a moment the kid stiffened in pain her self for a shard suddenly protruded from the young girl's left breast, somewhere her small top offered no cover.
Sasah gasped, then sucked in some breath and plugged it out, some blood spilling out and it did hurt like hell.
But she did so, with a small growl and a defiant glare at the adult wrestler.
She then pushed her self up and ducked below a flying bottle that would have shattered the girl's jaw for sure , if it had hit it is mark.
Sasha then lunged at Ash with a growl and wide arms, trying to toss her self at Ash to tackle her down again.
"You psycho!" the kid growled while tossing her self at the other fighter.

"Hah!" Ash let out a proud guffaw at Sasha's shout.

Sasha was determined, but so was Ash. Neither of these girls were going to relent. Not for an instant. Ash was surprised to see her foe put up such an intense fight. She really had Sasha pegged all wrong.

Gritting her teeth and fighting through the pain, Ash would, after a quick stumble, stepped in to try to meet the Cossack Kid head on. She would be moving in too fast and too low for Sasha to tackle her, but the same would be said for Ash. The two would collide with each other low, locking up almost like sumo wrestlers.

Still catching up with what happened, Ash would hesitate. Sasha would have an opening to try to take the advantage. Given another second, if Sasha had not capitalized, Ash would try to power through the clinch, trying to toss Sasha to the ground.

Pain did shoot trough Sasha's shoulders as she collided with Ash, hands up, fingers soon locking up with those of Ash. That was quite a clash, some air driven out of Sasha's lungs.
She sucked it in again trough perched lips, eyes fixed on the face of Ash like Sasha tried to show that she not feared her opponnent.
But as deeds speak loudest she then tried to hurt Ash some how, knowing the older fighter would outpower her soon.
Sasha tilted her head back and prepared her self for some pain, closing her eyes, just to smash her head forth, trying to headbutt Ash, then she turned her hip, trying to shove her side against Ash to toss her over the shoulder with a yell.
Some hard work but Sasha did her best.

Ash's face, dripping with blood, met Sasha's glare with a wild eyes and the faintest of smiles. Part of this was therapeutic for her, and part was just her nature. She loved a good fight.

Still, Ash was not expecting the head butt. She had a pretty hard head, but Sasha did not mess around. It still hurt. Before Ash could recover, she quickly found the bar twirling around her. She landed hard on the bar floor with a thud. That... runt just THREW me! Ash let out an indignant yelp, part in pain and part in anger... not necessarily at Sasha (The Cossack Kid was beginning to grow on Ash, really.), but at what Sasha was just able to do.

Her spirit remained strong, but Ash's body was quickly becoming a mess of bruises and cuts. She would roll over to her hands and knees slowly and hang there for a second, trying to force herself back to her feet.

If Sasha had not moved or followed up by then, Ash would see the Cossack Kid's legs in front of her and try to yank them out from under Sasha, hoping to send her to the floor too.

After her forehead had hammered right into the face of Ash..and after she had tossed her over her hip, she had been busy clutching her own nose. The kid gasped as she pulled back her hand covered in crimson from her more or less ruined face. She gave a small, shocked gasp and then tried to shake the cobbwebs from her mind.
But suddenly something was wrong for hands grabbed Sasha's short legs and she fell with wheeling arms and a surprised gasp. She hit the floor hard...groaning and cursing.

Yanking Sasha to the floor was about all Ash could do at the moment. Her head throbbed, blood seeping anew from that headbutt. Her hands were messed up. Her entire body ached. She was a mess of blood, sweat, and alcohol.

Again, just a great day so far.

Slowly rising to her knees, Ash would stumble against the nearest still upright table. Slowly, with a pained groan of exertion, Ash would lift herself to her feet. Hunched over the table, Ash saw the Russian groaning on the ground and grinned wickedly. Shoving the table forward a few inches, Ash hopped up atop it into a low crouch, catching the edges of the table to prevent from wobbling. Bouncing from her crouch three times, Ash would then leap from the table, flying through the air, aiming to deliver an elbow drop to Sasha's midsection.

Sasha was just gathering her senses back together, just as Ash went airborn from one of the last remaining tables. The kid's eyes went wide, she tried to roll aside and away quickly but a bit too late. The ellbow took her in the side, the ellbow digging to the pale skin and abs of Sasha.
She gasped, the girl's eyes went wide, she was hammered flat down to her other side and gagged, some saliva and bile flowing from her mouth as she clutched her side, her lower ribs ringing with pain.
She pressed her legs together, for a moment she felt like she had almost peed her self. She then tried to swallow the pain and tried to get up again.

Success! The elbow strike nailed the Sasha perfectly. "Ahahaha!" Ash let out a heavy chuckle as she bounced to her feet, filled with renewed energy... that petered out fast as she lost her balance and stumbled back several feet, barely catching herself on stool. Panting heavily, Ash blinked a few times, trying to bring the spinning bar back into focus.

Resting against the stool, Ash still had the wicked, bloody grin on her face. "Still moving... Not for long you aren't." Stumbling forward, Ash would catch herself and take a second to ensure she was steady. Then, she would charge forward, clearing the distance between her and Sasha in a quick couple of bounds. Winding her leg up, Ash would try to deliver a full power soccer kick to the Cossack Kid's mid-section before she could get to her feet. Wobbly as Ash was, if Sasha could avoid Ash's kick, Ash would have to be quite lucky to contain her momentum without tripping over the table behind Sasha that Ash had used earlier.