Spar: Momoko vs Sasha

Pride surged through Momoko, pride over Sasha's durability and endurance and spirit. She just knew at that point that Sasha's star would rise far and high in AFW. It was truly a honor to encounter and help such a fighter.

Caught up in her thoughts, she was startled when Sasha darted past her. Belatedly she swung herself about, her hands coming up guardedly a tad bit slow.

Sasha pressed her self into momoko's back.She tried to sling her short, strong arms around Momoko's waist. Sasha tried to grab her left wrist with her right hand, fast and firm.
Momoko's skin felt soft and warm with thew energys of battle.
Sasha did bend her knees, pushing her shoulfderblades together as she tried to lean back into a wild drop, lifting with all he rmight and a short breath.
Lifting hard and skipping her hip around a bit, Sasha went for a plain suplex, not very dranatic but effective and one of Sasha's signature moves.
Still it was hard to throw someone who was as athletic as Momoko and so experienced in keeping in balance like a sumo.

"Hanh!" Soon as Sasha grabbed her from behind, Momoko hooked her right foot behind Sasha's right ankle while shifting her weight dramatically like any good sumo, stopping the suplex cold.

The watching Yatori grimaced. Sasha hadn't grasped the datum yet. Momoko was difficult to wrestle on her feet. So long as she remained standing, she couldn't be defeated.

Momoko grasped at Sasha's arms. If she could pry them off, she would swiftly sling Sasha's right arm over her shoulder and perform an over-the-shoulder throw that judo and sumo shared. A tripping motion involving her foot, hooked into Sasha's ankle, would allow her to pull the move off with even more speed and thus improve its power.

Sasha was flung over once, her world shaken with the impact's power and pain as she hit the mar with yet another dull thud.
Sasha bounced off the mat once befor she rolled over once, clutching her side and panting for breath, her world spinning slightly.
Thoughts, mixed with pure motions, rushed trough her mind as she tried to roll aside a bit, away from Momoko.

Momoko let Sasha roll away. She let out a loud huff. She'd been careless, and Sasha had nearly made her pay for it. I have to be more careful, she thought as she waited for Sasha to get up.

Sasha took a deep breath, the young Russian's eyes where fixed on her friend and rival as she advanced upward. Suddenly Sasha chatged at Momoko with a kick.start short run.
Shelunge din low, divinmg with her arms for the Sumo#s knees to sling thwm around them.

"Ah!" Momoko staggered as Sasha tackled her legs. She managed to remain on her feet, but now her stance was seriously shaken and possibly on the brink of being broken.

Sasha took a deep breath, bending her left knee as she stretched her right leg,pressing her shoulder up into Momoko's belly as she tried to knock her out of balance with a sudden shift of weight.
Sasha's feet where pressed into the mat with all her strenght and she leaned forth, trying to let gravity work for her.
Likewise her thoughts where spinning as she tried to find a good but painless way to wear Momoko down a bit.

With a yelp, Momoko ended up on her butt and then her back. "No!" she exclaimed as she grasped for Sasha, trying to push off the redhead before she was trapped.

Sasha leaned forth,trying to press her attack.She pressed both knees into the mat,trying to reach for Momoko's left arm as quickly as posible with both hands.She tried to grab it short below the hand to keep the lever as long as possible.
With a short, somewhat cute gasp she rolled forth,almost flipping her slef over once, curling up as she tried to fix momoko's arm in an side armbar,twisting and pulling with both hands.
She leaned back,sweat stinging in her green eyes as her blonde bangs sticked to her forehead.