grudge match:Sasha vs Layne (complete)

Sasha leaned back,feeling Layne grab her short hair by the bangs on her forhead.As she felt her self yanked forward by Layne she slipped her right foot back, taking some preassure from her aching and now bruised left leg.
Layne's forhead smashed into Sasha's skull. Sasha's left eyebrow was burst open, blood gushing out of it. Her world was spinning and dark dots now didn't danced across her view they rather raced. Sasha groanned.
"Ungghhhh..bitch"
As she could see Layne rear her head back for a second headbutt trough her tears-blurred view she knew she had to act or the fight would be lost. She acted by instinct, not by will. It was strange anyway, her own back was rearing back from the brunt of Layne's blow and she could see fine pearls of her own sweat and blood flying by.
Sasha swept her arms up,prying away Layne's hands from her hair, losing some of it to the bigger girl.Sasha spun around on her right foot,slumping her shoulders into Lanye chest as she was slamming her big head forward again.
Sasha's arms swept on upward,bend back, grabbing for Lanye's head that was rushing forward.Trying to grab it Sasha jumped up with all the strenght in her right leg,swipping her left leg high to avoid contact with the mat,going airborn for a brutal stunner.She tried to use Layne's momentum,power and size against her,hoping to give her some bad pain in chin and neck. Still it was her right shoulder that was hit by that headbutt her head had avoided.
Sasha just hoped that it would work.

Layne clenched her teeth, her own first head butt having stunned her a bit and opened up a small cut on her forehead.. But at least she knew Sasha would be worst off... she reared back her head further this time, giving Sasha the space to spin around just as Layne swung forwards again and ended up going down fast right into a stunner.

The Russian let out a deep huff as her jaw hit Sasha's shoulder, bouncing up from the stunner and falling over onto her back.. She lay there with her arms out, bust rising and falling deeply.. By now her dirty gray vest having taken on a darker colour as it was drenched in both hers and Sasha's sweat

Sasha was panting for breath,draging her self up slowly. Sweat was burning in her eyes and all those wounds. Her left leg was aching like hell but it still worked if she put most weight on the heel. She looked at Layne,taking a step to the fellow Russians feet.Sasha bowed down, some drop of her blood dripping down on Layne's boots. Sasha grabbed Layne by the ankles.
With a short grunbt she tried to dragg and pull the bigger girl to the closest turnbuckle,legs pointing out of the ring.
Finally Sasha stepped toward Layne'c hest,trying to hurl or rather toss her head first up and into the buckle's wire by th ehair and west,feeling the hair slippery with sweat, Layne scent stinging in her nose.

Layne gets dragged over towards one corner and then is pulled to her feet before being thrown face first into the turnbuckles.

"Ungh!" She lets out as her forehead bounces against it, she turns and slumps in the corner. The cushioned pads were lacking in barbed wire, but as she slung her arms over the ropes to keep her from falling down, her the barbs pierced her again on either side.. The ref girl looking at both girls, covered in sweat and blood.. This match getting intense and extreme.

Sasha took a deep breath, it felt like her lungs where set ablaze but rage and ambition where much stronger forces. Sasha rolled to one knee, her own move sending a smal bolt of dull but very obvious pain trough her left leg as she had to bend it hard in order to get out of the ring in front of the turnbuckkle.Standing up she pushed hard her hands into Layne's chest to drop her to the back while the bigger Russian still hung there. The ref-girl slipped to the ropes, trying to avoid both, the wires and the two fighting girls who looked like valkyries bathed in blood and sweat.
Still the ref-girl did her job, giving Sasha the out-of-ring count out,starting it, maybe, even a bit quicker then normal.
1....2....
By that time Sasha had already turned toward Layne's feet as the big girl w.as hanging in the ropes or rather on the turnbuckle and the mercyless wire.
3..4
Sasha grabbed the ankles and will, with a powerfull yank and pulling back with a short slip backward out of her right knee, try to pull Layne's crotch hard into the
lower, uncushioend part of the buckle's pipe.
She set her right foot against the ring and pulled,dropping her self back a bit.

Layne grunted as her legs were pulled from under her so that she fell flat on her face against the canvas, then was yanked back so that her crotch met the metal turnbuckle with her thighs snugly fitting either side. She let out a deep growl, clenching her hands into fists as her sex pressed firmly into the metal

With a last strong pull Sasha climbed up to the mats apron, ending the Ref-girls counting as she was now in or rather at the ring again,letting go off Layne's legs first of course. Sasha started to climb up the turnbuckle, sweat stinging in her eyes. But Sahsa felt new confidence and she was up to show Layne that she was tougher than her.With a short pul she dragged her self up the turnbuckle,leaning forward a bit,trying to get right over the turnbuckle for the barbed wire ropes where no easy entrance.

Layne dragged herself away from the iron post painfully as Sasha released her legs, she sensed Sasha climbing up the steps to get onto the apron and knew she'd have a small amount of time while Sasha tried to navigate getting through or over the dangerous barbed wire ropes.

Layne moved up to all fours, Sasha beside her on the other side of the ropes.. Layne clenched her teeth, if Sasha wanted to come back into the ring, Layne wanted to make her come back in her way...

Layne will let out a hefty grunt and swing her forearm to try and strike Sasha in the midsection, trying to keep the other Russian on the apron for long enough so that Layne could get up

Sasha tensed her abs but still the hit from Layne's massive arm drove the air from Sasha's lungs and crushed her concentration . With a groan Sasha doubled over,one hand pressed to her belly and one supporting her stance on the turnbuckle,blood soaking her tops remain now.It dropped from her left niple among with some sweat and it was sweat that was also stinging in her ,many wounds and eyes.
She glarred at Layne, her world spinning from pain and strain.

Breathing heavily, Layne reached over the ropes to grab ahold of Sasha head and draw her in close to her... Her cheek pressed against the side of Sasha's cheek as her arms covered their faces, a little like a boxers clinch. Her breath beated against Sasha's ear as Layne will walk away from the turnbuckles across the ropes so that Sasha's body dragged across the barbed wire ropes.. With Layne so close, she ended up racking across them too.. Her vest gets three large gashes, the middle one pretty much allowing both her nipples to fall out, dripping sweat and blood as they heaved against the ropes