Blood never tasted sooo delicious! (Yawn and Sasha)

Air traps itself in Yawn's throat. A cold shiver runs through her as one hand gently massages her own bare collarbone.

Red. What a fantastic color. The sound of it hitting the mat like soft pats of rainfall kissed at her ears. The only mystery now was the flavor...
Licking her lips, Yawn makes an attempt to reach over and tenderly cup the scarred girl's cheek, not caring how much of Sasha's blood ran down into her own hands, and much less how her knuckles still burned from the blow.

"...how does it taste? Share some with me"

If Sasha wouldn't fight back early, Yawn's tongue will draw a long, wet line over the outline of Sash'a jaw, letting her senses bathe in the copper taste.

A sharp, throbbing sensation pulsed trough Sasha's cheek but she was still fully up, she raised her hands, her fists into a guard again, her eyes narrowed but not before she felt a ...wet....moist...tongue slipping over her mouth.
It was no throw, no punch, no kick and no hold. It was something deeply suprising and also sensual, something the little fighter could not deal with very well.
With a short gasp she looked right at Yawn, with a soft blush on her pale cheeks.
"What?!?" did Sasha ask, her eyes wide for a moment but then she was all business again.
She lunged for Yawn and was diving for the young woman's left arm, the kid tried to prepare a real wrestling move but first she had to get hold of her opponnent's wrist in a real lock.
Sasha was quick and strong for her age but maybe the hard blow still left her dazzed a bit too much.

A string of crimson fell from Yawn's lower lip and landed squarely on her chest. With another lick on the roof of her mouth, Yawn gives her sound judgement.

"Hmm...not that bad...."

Damn her moment of euphoria! Yawn wasn't ready at all for Sasha to get around her and trap her arm in a Wrist Lock. Yawn bit her lower lip and winced. Yet, she remained her ground and did her best to swallow the pain. The scarred girl had better postioning with her little manuever. Only question now, was how she was going to use it?

Sasha stood there, she was digging her fingertips into the wrist and shoulder of Yawn. The tomboy sucked in some air before she finally spun around, turning her back toward Yawn and yanked with all her might, teeth gritted and then pushing her firm small butt forth, trying to hammer her butt into the side of Yawn, all the while pulling and trying to toss the other fighter over her shoulder in an ellbow breaker.
She did so with some force, trying to use swing and momentum instead of pure power.

Cameras....so many cameras flickering. There must be an endless sea of people tonight. All of them just dying to get a glimpse of what Yawn was soo eager to give; all of herself and more.
For now, it seems like Sasha was the lucky girl. Being so intimatly close.....so close that Yawn could almost smell Sasha's blood from here.

"Aarh"

Her wringed arm screamed for an escape, yet Yawn's lips refused to plead mercy. In one swift motion and a few popping noises, Yawn was floored, stadium lights pouring down into her eyes, and her arm pulsating with live fire.

"Ooogh! Y-you little witch!"

Yawn rolled to her stomache and clutched her arm, tight. Was the dislocation in her shoulder? Elbow? Hard to tell with so much pain coming to her senses all at once. Little dear Sasha was going to pay dearly for this.....

Sasha, down on her side after her all out hip toss, pressed her right hand to the mat and slipped to her knees. She looked up at Yawn and was impressed to see that the pain did not seem to stop the older fighter at all. She could not help but feel impressed.
She then stood up slowly and raised her fists into her boxing guard again, looking at Yawn past her knuckles, asking:"Can you still fight?"
With a quick ,deep breath Sasha waited for her opponnent to raise again.
Sasha was fighting hard ,maybe even brutal sometimes but not unfair.
She tried to circle Yawn to the left.

Yawn sat on the ground and gave a disgusted look towards Sasha. More and more she was looking more like a little rascal than the cutey she once was. Guess that's what Yawn gets for underestimating her. With her disjointed arm lodged in between her knees, Yawn gives a few pushes on the pit of her elbow. After several attempts, she was rewarded with a wonderful pop.

Aaaaagh! Fucking-bitch-fuck-shit-god-dammit!!!!

Yeah...the pain hurt that good. At any rate, her elbow successfully slid back into place and her anger subsided. With poor timing, the referee decided now was the perfect time to jump in and see what was wrong....only to get the Evil Glare. Immediatly, the ref knew it was best to stay the fuck away.

"The name's Yawn, by the way..."

Yawn stood up and rubbed the back of her shoulder.

"This way, you'd know what to scream when I'm making your life miserable inside this RING!"

Well, Sasha had heard such threats in her one hand a half decades or so of life but never with such furry, the intensity in Yawn's eyes managed to send a short, cold shiver crawling down the back of Sasha.
She tried to hide that, glaring right back at Yawn while swallowing a tiny lump in her throat. Then the Cossack Kid stepped toward Yawn and hissed:"Sasha" while swinging up her left knee in a high arch, trying to hammer her knee to the guts of her opponnent as hard as possible.
The crowd seemed anxious to see how the brutality would grow in that ring for the people were surprisingly silent.

Tens of thousands of people and not one of them uttered a sound? Fine. None of them had to say anything. Just as long as they stay to watch Sasha's limbs beeing torn straight out of her. That much would suffice very well.
One glance into the corner of the ring was all it took for ref to back away even further. A funny sight to behold, knowing that he could only imagine the perverted images that were running marathons in Yawn's mind right now.

Guess she'll have to deal with him, later.

For now though...there was something small and bruised before her, just aching for attention. As Yawn watched Sasha approaching her, she braced her footing firmly to the ground and would launch a knee strike of her own, timing it perfectly to clash with Sasha's; a common knee kick defense in Thai boxing.
Protecting her stomache from Sasha's blow would come at a price of putting stress on her leg, but anything was better than being doubled over, coughing and breathless.

If successful, Yawn would then take initiative and go for a neck clinch, her hands wrapped around the base of Sasha's neck.

Sasha, just spinning into her furious knee thrust, reacted too late and so her knee hammered against the upper shin of Yawn, sending a jarring pain trough Sasha's legs, knocking her out of balance at once.
The kid staggered forth a little bit, suddenly feeling hands, stong hands wrenching and yanking on her neck and out of balance and still startled, fell prey to the hold of Yawn.
"Hey let go!" the boyish kid moaned and tried to roll free.