Delia vs Sasha

Anything goes Cage Match

Delia made her was with her usual stately fluidity, winking at the audience with her inviting predator's eyes. A baggy tanktop hung off her upper body, showing off extra skin and her knowing that it wouldn't last long with her style of things. A pair of silky shorts hung in a similar fashion below.

The cage that covered the ring was still open, a ref ready to lock it behind her opponent. Delia entered and raised her hands invitingly. "Bring on my next tasty victim," she said without menace, almost soothing as her forked tongue licked her lips.

Sasha made her way to the cage-octagon shadow-boxing and rolling her shoulders, prancing on her feet as she made her way into the fight. The human tomboy was wearing her common shorts, tanktop and arm boots. With her gloves and her mother's bandages.
Sasha stepped into the cage and the door was slammed shut behind her.Her heart felt like it would jump from her flat chest almost, it was beating fast a sshe looked at her opponnet, a strange being indeed.

Sasha walked over to Delia and offered her a hand of sportsgirlship,saying :"Hey may the better girl win"
The russian kid tried to look and sound cool and relaxed.

Delia looked over Sasha, visibly assessing her closely. "Not so feminine, this one. What an odd one..." she thought to herself. She'd catch herself smiling. "I like odd." In her own particularly aggressive way, she really wanted to learn more about her.

She saw Sasha offer her hand, staying motionless as she looked from the hand, to Sasha, then back at the hand. She already knew what she was going to do, but looked at them thoughtfully. She finally reached cooly for her hand and shook it with just a hint of firmness.

"Of course," she said with her natural oozing charm. "Respectfully brutal, yes? Tough but fair?" she'd smile, letting the grip go eventually to slink back to her corner and expectantly watch Sasha to do the same before the bell would sound.

Sasha nodded and stepped back, waiting in her corner, waiting for the bell. As it rung the young human lunged forth, charging at her snake like opponent, in long steps.
She feigned a left blow with a dramatic turn of her shoulder.Just as she got in reach, her eyes fixed on Delia, she stopped short, turning her shoulder and thus her upper body, keeping to the old wisdom that your shoulders should stay where your feet are.
She then smashed a hard, suprising right straight, toward the Naga's upper belly.
She leaned a bit into the straight to add some needed reach and hitting power.

Delia watched Sasha with confidence in her reading of the brawler's style, dancing aside at what seemed to be the last minute. However, the feint worked excellently with her underestimating Sasha, as her true blow struck hard at her slender belly.

Delia coughed out a burst of air, stumbling backward and nearly hitting the cage before she'd grab for Sasha's arm, trying to hold it and whirl behind her to twist the arm painfully against her back as she caught her breath again.

Delia was fast, suprising Sasha totaly with that reaction. Yet such an armbar was something one could roll out of. Sasha leaned forth, trying to follow Delia's motion at least a bit.
Finally Sasha managed to make this hold less painfull for her self as she took some leverage from the older fighter.
But still the pain was a stinning one and, evem worse, her opponent was in her back now while Sasha tried to roll free.

"Unghh..damm..let go!" Sahsa gasped as she felt the pain flowing up her arm.

Delia grinned wickedly, though the brawler seemed to weaken the hold, she stayed trapped. She'd press her breasts up against her back, sensually for a moment before pushing more aggressively to try and slam Sasha's chest and face into the cage.

She leaned close beside her head if she connected. "I have a feeling you'll be just delicious... the fighters always are." She'd let her gently forked tongue run over her neck tauntingly.

Sasha gasped as she was pressed into the unforgiving fence quite hard. Her chin hit the fence first , then her chest, she pressed her left knee into the cage's wall to press her self away from it.
The fence left red marks on her left cheeck and the little part of her chest not covered by the top. The pain in the rm didn't get any better either.

Sasha growled, arching back, then she made her left foot suddenly slip down, trying a mule kick backward into her opponents left shin below the knee.

"Let go perv!" Sasha hissed, blushing deep red feeling the serpent girl's toungue's tip on her cheek.

Delia didn't catch the attack coming, hissing viciously at the kick as her stance was entirely thrown off balance, making her have to lean against Sasha just to stay remotely standing. "Ugly little witch," she'd snarl, trying to get her claws into Sasha's short hair so she could hurl her to the mat by it before taking hold of the cage and trying to recover her leg.

Sasha gasped as she was yanked around by her hair and the tossed down toward the mat. She fell down but managed to roll over without getting hurt. She then turned at Delia and slipped to her feet again , rubbing her ass.

Her green eyes flarred up with anger as she cirlced her opponent.