Boxing with the Queen of Brawl (open challenge)

Sarah could tell that Sasha was getting a bit frustrated with her ability to dodge her punches. That was good. A frustrated opponant was more likely to make mistakes. But it seemed that Sasha wasn't annoyed enough to be able to throw a pretty good punch straight at Sarah's stomach. The Queen of Brawl's eyes widened, having no time or room to dodge the blow. So her left loved hand would fly up to Sasha's and catch the blow before it landed.

"Well now!" Sarah laughed, keeping hold of the glove in her own. "Seems like I'll have to stop playing around with you." Then Sarah's right glove would clench up, and with alarming speed and power behind it would send it hurtling towards Sasha's face.

Sasha bobbed and waved, gasping as she ducked deep, shifting weight to her left foot as she dived low and tried to counter roughly with a climbing left upper cut which she aimed at the right breast of her adult opponent while there was no arm there to block.
Sasha looked fierce now, the ellbow hitting Sasha's temple despite her waving. For a moment dark dots danced across the kid's view as she threw her punch.

"Ow!" Sarah yelped her her ample breast was punched upwards from Sasha's uppercut. Her own hit was barely able to hit Sasha back, but that punch to her to her tit really smarts!

Sarah stumbled back with her right glove clutching her sore breasts. her green eyes hardened, and she turned to Sasha with a fierce glare. "Are you kidding me?!" she shouted. Casting the pain and slight humilition aside Sarah would rush in with fists at the ready, through playing around here.

She would attmpt to throw a strong right at Sasha's face, then swiftly follow up with a left. And whether these connected her not Sarah would complete the combo with a powerful uppercut to Sasha's stomach.

Sasha's balance was somewhat over extended and she stood that close to Sarah that there was no way out on her right, the ropes close. She tried to raise her guard but then the left of Sarah hammered hard into the face of the kid.
Sasha's head snapped aside with a violent spray of blood and saliva.The girl groaned, her jaw filled with throbbing pain.
She stumbled side ward, Sasha's mouth formed a tiny O as the following uppercut lifted her a bit from her feet, driving most of the air from the lungs of the small fighter.Her bare flat chest pressed into Sarah's body as Sasha did her best to bite down the pain, her tummy sore despite her abs.
Sasha groaned and stepped back some.

Sarah grinned at the flash of blood she managed to expel from Sasha's mouth, and her uppercut centainly seemed to do the job of weakening Sasha. Now was the time to press forward and show Sasha why Sarah was top dog in the all of the AFW.

Rushing forward with fists at the ready Sarah would start sending a barrage of lefts and rights at Sasha's face, each one with a substansial amount of power behind them, trying to further weaken the girl, or simply keep her guessing. Regardless, after throwing several of those, Sarah would next raise her right fist high and then bring it downwards on Sasha's skull for an overhead punch. If this brought Sasha's head down like she planned, Sarah would immediately follow up with a violent left uppercut.

Sasha pulled up her guard, gritting her teeth as her small heart was beating faster. She pranced to the left and to the right and did her best to fight back. A glove and another hammered into her guard and she felt small stings of panic.
She then stood her ground, winding up as she saw the over handed strike coming down at her, her left arm already bruised from caught blows and the kid's jaw still throbbing. She throw her self aside, chin pressed to her pale, flat chest as she was hit by the side of Sarah's glove as that brutal uppercut came.
It made Sasha fly backward into a corner were she hung abit dazzed, blinking and her left eye swelling some.