Makoto vs Sasha - First Blood

The lights grew dim as once more Makoto Aihara made her way down to the ring for this next match. Makoto had grown disillusioned with the recent opponents she had fought. Everyone seemed so weak and easy to break.

Had I been like that before...Aigle and I?

The crowd would notice that this time, Makoto had come down dressed in her Black Belt Demon uniform, consisting of the revealing black gi and panties. It made sense, thought Makoto. This was to be a dark match so I might as well dress for the occasion.

She had requested a tougher fight with a tougher opponent from Cassandra Sellers. The manager had finally promised her a first blood match with a tough Russian girl so she said.

Makoto got in ring and examined her fist which was stained with blood metaphorically already so to speak. My fists can make my opponents bleed sure enough. This shouldn't be too hard.

She waited for her opponent to appear.

The metal version of a russian folk song boomed trough the arena suddenly.It was mixed with saber's clashing, riffle fire and the sound of hooves.Cossacks came charging down on the megatron and Sasha made her way to the ring,shadowboxing and rolling her shoudlers,looking dead serious.
She was wearing her common outfit, shortsm ragged top and boots along with her pads, gloves and bandages.
She breathed low, her eyes narrowed, almost intimidating. Ms Sellers did hate Sasha and so every match presented to her as a "special gift" filled her with suspicion.She slipped into the ring in a fluid motion, no tvery ladylike but quick.
The russian teenager walked over to the other girl and offered her a tap of sportgirlship with a wolfish grin,asking:"I hope you like it rough?"

For Sasha this was another wellcome chance to proof her self that she was worthy to be called human.And she was in the mood to beat the living shit out of another girl anyway in a fair and square match of course.

Makoto eyed the Russian girl, appraising her. She had to admit that she wasn't quite expecting someone like this. There was a wild, feral beauty to Sasha that seemed to catch Makoto's eye.

On the outside it would seem to Sasha that Makoto gave her a cold glance in return. However, makoto was taking the time to admire Sasha's physique and quietly acknowledge that she could sense some inner strength and fire in this girl and she would have to be careful.

She then rolled her head giving her neck a crack.

"Rough! This is going to get violent," she coldly.

Sasha smiekd with some pained humor at the girls words.Did this girl knew what violence realy ment? Maybe, she looked quite agile and sportiv.Sasha stopped the judging,still offering her hand for a shake.
The intensity in Sasha's eyes became even stronger. This girl seemed a good challenge indeed.

Makoto saw the proffered hand. Normally she would be tempted to slap it away. In stead she spat to the side before facing Sasha again.

"No, I will not shake your hand yet. You must prove yourself to me."

Her words sounded condescending. However there was a small part of Makoto which was hoping Sasha would do just that. Was she already developing a love and respect for this feral girl.

Sasha just shrugged at this lack of style, putting on a wolfish grin as she asked:"We are slightly arrogant, aren't we?". It was a little taunt as they where waiting for the bell. Sasha felt like the seconds would be drifting by with cruelsome slowlyness.
Sasha felt this urge to fight, she was curious what this girl was able to do.
Just as the bell rang she lunged at the little judo-superstar and faked a blow with her left hand, a long cross.But as she got in reach she stopped short. Sasha turned her hip and thus her upper body,smashing forth a right straight toward the Japanese mouth in a rough,classic feint.

After months of training brutally in her darker forms of judo, Makoto's senses were somewhat alert, particularly now in the opening of the battle where the atmosphere was tense enough to cut with a knife. She could tell the hook was a feint and waited for the real attack to come. As the drive came for her mouth, Makoto ducked and twisted so she seemed to be crouching away from Sasha.

As the fist came overhead, she reached up, grabbed the girl's wrist and would try to bring her arm down sharply on her shoulder, attempting to flip Sasha while doing some damage to ehr arm at the same time. This was the type of throw that would break lesser people's arms but Makoto expected someone like Sasha not to be too tough for that.

Sasha was simply impressed with the girls speed but she was busy avoiding a broken ellbow joint.She followed her original blows momentum and then suddenly shifted weight, yanking her self upward.Pain did shoot up her arm,trough her flat chest only to explode in her head. Instinct took over for some split seconds as she curled her self together, the back foot now in the front and..pushed.
The Russian tried to turn wide enough to catch an eye on Mokoto, then she leaned forth with a grunt and aimed her left foot into the small of Makoto's back over the spine in a quick, thrusting kick.
"Not so quick,,,unghhh sissie"Sasha hissed

Makoto felt the foot on her back and she was pushed away from Sasha. She let go of Sasha's arm and staggered forward a few spaces before turning to face Sasha calmly and eying her for her next move.

Sasha broke free and rubbed her shoulder, glarring at the girkl as they both circled each other.Suddenly she spun around and headed for the ropes behind her.She launched her self into them, felt the rebound and charged toward Makoto with doubled speed and force.
Her eyes fixed on her opponent,Sasha jumped up in a low angle.
The CossackKid leaned back, turning a bit in the air.With a gasp she kicked both feet forth,aiming a rough double drop kick at the JudoDevil's chest.