Bar room Brawl Sasha versus Ash

Sasha's eyes went wide as she saw Ash's foot comming up. She called up her last reserves of speed and tossed her self sideward with a short groan, her bruised burning with throbbing pain and her heart racing. She was impressed with Ash's toughness but this time luck was on the Russian's side.

Ash yelped as her foot caught nothing but air. She stumbled, trying to stop her charge. The table did it for her, slamming into her gut, almost knocking the wind out of her. So blinded by bloodlust, Ash did not see it coming. Ash let out loud huffing grunt of pain as she slumped over the table. Groaning, she would roll herself over on her back to get a look at Sasha and try to get to her feet. "Gaah... this... sucks." She groaned. She was going to have some new scars from this fight. And when she told stories of how she got them, Sasha was definitely going to be an eight foot tall, four foot wide Russian mountain of muscle and not this surprisingly badass little girl.

"Damn..." Ash would say, finally shoving off the table, if Sasha had not managed to interrupt her. "You're pretty buff for a shrimp." Ash panted, "Has less trouble from men twice your size." Stumbling closer, Ash would try to deliver a double axe handle blow to the Russian if she was still down, or deliver a rough haymaker punch to Sasha's face if she had risen to her feet and not moved in to set the pace.

Sasha had managed to struggle up to her feet, her fists clenched and looking out for Ash. Suddenly Ash's fist hammered into Sasha's face with a furious haymaker.The kid's head snapped aside with a spray of blood and saliva and the blow had shattered a tooth in Sasha's mouth.
Blood started to flow from her mouth as the girl fell against the bar, right with her already bruised side.
She gasped, feeling a nasty sting on her next breath. She asked her self if this match was going to be even harder then her match with Layne.
Sasha then turned a bit and tried to raise her fists again. She said."Ahh thanks Ma'am,.,and now you will go down!"
Sasha then grabbed a bottle.

Rubbing her sore hand, trying not to aggravate the still bleeding wounds, Ash grinned in satisfaction at the blow she had cracked Sasha with... But even that was not enough to keep the Cossack Kid down.

"You first." Ash replied with as much swagger as she could muster. Stepping in, Ash would try to grab Sasha by the shoulders, turning her so she could take another haymaker.

She had not paid much mind to what Sasha had been able to do between punches.

Sasha felt hands reaching out for her shoulders, they felt heavy. Maybe because Sasha's shoulders were sore and felt heavy anyway. She sucked in some air, clenching her hands into fists that hard that her knuckles turned a pale white.
Sasha turned her left foot a bit and then she did bend her left arm with a hiss. SHe tried to fire it backward toward the kidneys of Ash as hard as she could, trying to keep Ash from turning her around that simply.

Sasha's sudden punch struck home, driving the rocker back a few steps in pain. "Gah! Argh!" She grunted, panting, staring daggers at Sasha. It took her a few seconds to recover from the blow, the exhaustion and pain were almost overwhelming at this point. "Alright... this time..." Ash whispered as she panted. Gaining steam, Ash would step back in, swinging hard at Sasha's head once more.