Blood never tasted sooo delicious! (Yawn and Sasha)

With the help of pented up rage, Yawn recklessly charges for Sasha, aiming to lock up with her and shove the smaller girl towards the nearest turnbuckle. Pinning this little girl like a cornered piglet in a barn was what Yawn wanted to do, and after that, if Yawn felt good enough, she might just treat Sasha to a first-class session of pain giving.

The ref will run towards where the action will take place, making sure the violence won't get out of hand.

Sasha did her best to meet the charge with a determined expression but that determination faltered as she saw the mad and furious expression on the face of Yawn. Their hands collided and Sasha leaned forth, knees bend and gasping, trying to resist Yawn but then the adult flung the kid hard into that turnbuckle.
Pain did shoot up Sasha's back,rushing up her spine to explode in her head as she slumped down to her butt finally.

Grounded and in the corner. Yawn had to be honest, Sasha never looked any better than how she looked now. Too bad she was still majorly pissed at the little tramp for underestimating her. Nobody does that. Nobody.

"Now, tell me when this starts to hurt, won't you!?"

Yawn asks, but not before she plants her foot underneath Sasha's chin and attempts to choke the little girl out. It would be hilarious hearing the little girl trying to speak with a crushed larynx.
Yawn will hang onto the ropes for leverage and admire the look on Sasha'a face if the move went through. The only thing better than watching her oppoenents bleed is to watch them gasp for air....even better if they do both at the same time.

((Funny story...I got lost trying to find the thread. I thought it got removed! Lol. I even contacted the mods to help me find it))

Down on her butt Sasha had little ears for the words of Yawn but she felt the taunting sting about those words, the word hurt came trough and the meaning was clear enough. The foot pressed to Sasha's throat, cutting off the flow of air and blood.
Sasha gagged, her legs flailing about and her hands going up, grabbing the foot by the ankle, a weak grasp.
Sasha gagged again as her vision started to blurr some, small dark dots dancing across her view.

The short, breathless gags for air. Such a sweet, sweet sound. The curl on Yawn's lips stretch further.

"You're so adorable, you know that?"

Yawn looks down at Sasha flopping and thrashing like a dried up fish. The little girl's pain was a euphoria for the taller fighter. The feeling of her struggling for dear life underneath her boot...it was indescribable.
Then the noise from the audiance shoots through her happy cloud like a bolt of lightning, booing and hissing, completly ruining her moment of joy. Yawn raises her foot from the little girl's throat and shoots an angry glare at the crowd. Looks like everyone, here, are Sasha-holics.

"Ahh, SHADDAAAP! I never knew all of you people here are so eager to see your dear Sasha DIE, aren't you?"

With a second coughing and gagging sound making it is way out of Sasha's mouth, the kid finally grabbed the foot drilling into her throat, then she thrusted her left boot forth and tried to hammer her sole hard to the knee cap of Yawn, trying to spat something like:"Get uff yuuuu psychooo" at Yawn.
The kid was all fired up now and really pissed about that cheap shot.

Damn it! Taking her eyes off the little turd was a bad idea, and for worse, it costed her a blasting pain to her leg!

"Y-you..."

A low whisper escapes through gritted teeth. Everyone in the crowd looked excited to see thier little angel fire her first shot in a while. Either that, or they must be eager to see more punishment. Eyes twitching with heat, Yawn glances down at the Sasha, her devious mind plotting out different ways on how she can destroy the little girl without getting DQed.

"You're lucky you're so damn cute, you little shit!"

Sasha growled. Her throat did hurt, sporting a blue bruise already. She then raised her hands again, tried to twist the foot pressing to her throat and then she kicked at the knee of Yawn's standing leg again, with all the force she could muster.

Yawn growls and falls down to her side. Her eyes beams towards Sasha with hateful intent. She couldn't believe that this small thing is still able to fight back. Yawn was sure that a few light taps would be enough to bring Sasha down at her mercy. Instead, she finds herself down on the mat, on all fours.
Why does all cute things have to be such Hard Candy?

"Oooh, you're so gonna hurt real bad after this!"

Yawn hisses while looking back at her. Though, this may be the perfect chance for Sasha to rise and turn the tides, if she can.

And so the tomboy did, she grabbed hold of the ropes and then yanked her self to her feet. Her throat felt sore when she swallowed hard and took a deep breath.She turned at Yawn and walked toward her, reaching down as she had reached Yawn's north-end..the woman's head.
The kid then reached down and tried to grab hold of the hair of Yawn to a yank her opponnent's hair between her knees, pressing her legs together.
Sasha then tried to grab the arms of Yawn to bend them up, jumping up as soon as she could, not very strong or hight but she did her best to deliever one of the most brutal pedigree's of Friction history on Yawn.