Hardcore match: Sasha Brenshov v Marie Belladonna (complete)

Marie grit her teeth when she felt a hand in her hair, growling at her.

"Don't. Touch. My hair!" She snapped angrily, reaching both hands up to claw into her face, digging her nails deep as far as they would go before dragging them down her cheeks.

Sasha sighed and groaned as Marie raked her nails cross her cheecks,leaving red marks. Growling in rage she let go Marie's hair ,not without giving it a last hard tugg.
As Sasha felt something warm tickleling on her skin her green eyes went cold.
She stepped back,holding her left cheeck,glarring at the French.

Marie shook her head when she let go of her, starting to work back up to her feet, growling lowly. "You're dead, bitch." She said, turning to face her

Sasha circled Marie, showing a classic combo a 123:a right straight,a left low hook and a right straight again. Aiming at Marie's face,belly between naval and ovaries and mouth again. Thge Russian lowers her self a bit and circles in hard to add maximum reach and power to hger brutal blows.

Marie went for an old-fashioned kick to Sasha's sex as she threw her punches. She managed to dodge the first one, but got hit by the last two punches, crouching over with a growl, hoping she had stunned Sasha enough with the kick to her sex.

The young girl,squealed with the impact,her legs turning wobly,bend into a x-shape. Sasha cursed,pressing one handon her crotch to calm the pulding pain that radiated trough her womb.
She had been hit worse ,also done there, but it was a good and mean shot, as vicious as Marie her self.Sasha glarred at her,eyes narrowed.
Enough was enough! She reached over, her free arm stretched out,grabbing for Marie's hair,trying a second time to hair-toss the heel-girl into the ropes.
This time Sasha was faster and aware of Marie's lightning-reflexes.
Sasha spun her self around abit,collecting some momentum for the toss,hoping it would work.
"Nice..unghg.fly slut!" Sasha roared.

(The ropes had barbed wire, right?)

Marie smirked, about to go for a punch to Sasha's stomach, but then was grabbed by the hair, snarling angrily. She tried to reach up and grab her but was forced to spin around with her, stumbling back into the ropes, SHRIEKING as the barbed wire ropes bit into her back, then fell forward onto the mat, clenching her teeth as the bards tore up her outfit from the back somewhat, having red spots in various places on her. back now.

Sasha looked at marie,sweaping blood from her cheeck with the back of her right hand. It burned but not as intense as her rage. It even stung like the sweat in her eyes. She had have some doubts but now she was sure, she woukd fight hard asnd straight on, she would fight to win.
Filled with zeal and rage, she wsalked closer ,pulling up her arms as she reached Marie, just to keep in balance and for a dramatic windup. Sasha slammed her left boot down on the prone Marie,aiming right betwen the French's shoulderblades.
A bit sweat lung up from Sasha's hair as she stompeed down hard and furious.

Marie took a second to recuperate and cope with the pain before trying to roll away from her, hopefully in time to avoid the woman's boot to her shoulder blades. If she did, she would spin around on her back and send a second kick to her sex, hoping to make her stumble back into the ropes herself and get a taste of the pain she was in now.