Who's your daddy? Laddermatch(Sasha vs. Sayuri)

Winning Condition: A card with a stipulation in a briefcase is situated over the ring. The card is good for a guaranteed meeting with mercenary leader Major Brenshôv(Sasha wins) or a get out of prison card to avoid meeting her dad(Sayuri wins).

Barbed wire was rolled out on the Entrance, leaving only small passages for Sayuri to cartwheel through the lines while Doro: Prisoner of Love started to play as she found her footing with ease after leaving the wire behind her. Without Barbara at her side and threatening to pull female supporters over the wall and give them the beating of their live if they went to close, she actually posed a little bit for the crowd as some mortars on her entrance fired an imaginary salvo on the titanthron, allowing her exhibitionist side to have some fun. Her face stayed as bitchy as ever as she unspectaculary entered the ring, eyeing one of the ladder that were lying around the ring.

She entered a ring post and stood on the top rope, balancing catlike without much effort. Her opponent was a Kawaii, but as ridiculous as that may sound, the girl was a hardcore legend and former champion. Sayuri was curious to see how that mixed together, but stayed confident. She was a highflyer and practically made for ladder matches without those nasty Kendo sticks, trashcans and chairs.

From the opposit side of the arena , on a smaller ramp, a small white, red and blue burst of pyro went off as Sasha's theme started to play. The kawaii russian tomboy with the distinctive scars made her way toward the ring shadowboxing and prancing on her feet, wearing her common shorts, top, army boots and a pair of dog tags around her neck.
She stopped to toss a short salute at the crowd, then she went on, reaching the ring to slide into it.
She slipped to her feet and looked right at her opponent.

Sayuri was a little bit surprised as her opponent choose to come in another way than she had expected and turned her head as the scarred Sasha made her way to the ring. It wasn't exactly a classic beauty the league had put her against, but that may actually work for her and spare her the wrath of Barbara in the aftermath. And it would help Sayuri for concentrating in the match on actual wrestling.

"Well, well who do we have here? Sasha Brenshôv, the hardcore legend Kawaii."
that sounded so ridiculous that Sayuri couldn't resist a little smile after she had jumped back into the ring to come face to face with her opponent. She looked really hardcore, that was for sure. And she was a lightweight, not exactly bad for a ladder match.
"Will sound good on my resume. First victory against a former champion."

Sasha had a closer look at her opponent, the adult seemed very confident, forcing a defiant smirk or rather grin from Sasha. She walked toward the older blonde and tried to judge Sayuri's skill and style for a moment. Finally Sasha said:"YOu have to beat me first" and offered her right fist for a greeting tap in the sense of good sportsgirlship.
Sasha tugged her shorts into place before she did so, a short cute blush wandering over the tough kid's face.

A boxers greeting, not to good in the eyes of Sayuri, but her bitchy smiling turned to a sweet one. The one department Sayuri was lacking in was strength, and the Kawaii didn't look like she would be heavily muscled at all, but those thug striker were always hard to crack and usually had tons of stamina.

"Ah, no hard feelings, huh? Let's just have a good match."
Sayuri hadn't planned to play fair with the former champion, and as soon as she extended her own hand in the fist gesture, she would turn it to an open palm, try to grab the wrist of the Kawaii and send her to the ropes and follow with a dropkick.

Sasha fell for it, at least for the first part. She was tossed into the ropes, the small powerhouse not as light as many other kid's from the kawaii league but light enough. Sasha's eyes went wide as she sailed into the ropes.
The rough ropes pressed into her back. She leaned back and clutched them. The tomboy's greeen eyes went even wider as she saw Sayuri dashing toward her.
With some shift of weight Sasha jumped to the left, falling to the mat as she tried to avoid the devastating dropkick...

Sayuri had a wide smile on her face as the kawaii fell for her little trap and swung into the ropes. Too bad that she didn't fall for the second part and grabbed the ropes, causing Sayuri to just hit some air and crash to the ground. Luckily it was easy in the match and the Japanese wasn't of the heavy type of girl so she didn't took a very hard landing and rolled on to get out of the ring.
"DAMN!"
Sayuri made an angry face and hit both palms of her hands on the apron.

Sasha suddenly spun around and then dragged her self to the toprope, almost slipping as she glared at her opponent, her scar a slightly darker red now. Sasha then curled her self together some, bending her legs before she jumped off, arms swinging up some as she aimed her left knee for the head of Sayuri, trying to drop down on her opponent.
A somewhat dangerous move but Sasha was a lil thrill seaker now and then.

Instead of angering herself, Sayuri should have better paid attention to the Kawaii who swiftly catapulted herself out of the ring in a high risk move.
"What the...?"
It became obvious why that scarred little thing had become a hardcore champion as her shade fell on Sayuri who raised her arms in a try to avoid getting hit in the face by the knee but nether less went down under the body of the Kawaii, hitting the floor outside the ring.

Sasha felt a short sting of pain jolting trough her knee and leg as it did hit the body of Sayuri. Sasha slumped to the mat after her own move. She pressed her self up with a broad smile, shouting out:"Boah...cool!"
She then jumped to her feet and glared at Sayuri, lunging at her. Sasha winded up with her left, faking a left blow in a feint. As she reached the older girl she suddenly pullled her blow short and turned her hip and thus her upper body. With that changed balance she tried to fire a sudden right straight toward the mouth of Sayuri.
Not very ladylike or ellegant but maybe it would work.