Sasha Brenshov VS Mia Kay -kawaii fist match(sub and KO only

It was a nasty place but thus perfect for a nasty fight.
The smell of a cheap beer, sweat and cold smoke mixed in the tinged air of the les-biker-club.
It was a noisy place. A crude make shift ring stood in the middle of the bar room. Two girls from friction had chosen that place for a fist fight.
One of the two young fighters was Sasha.
She was not even old enough to enter any normal bar legaly but she had come there to use her fists, not to drink.
The Cossack Kid was walking toward the ring, shadowboxing and prancing on her feet.
Her eyes were narrowed and she was wearing her army boots, shorts and coarse bandages only on her wrists, it was going to be a bar knuckle boxing match. She blushed a bit, feeling like any woman in that room was looking at her flat chest only.
She pushed those silly thoughts aside and slipped into the ring, starting to throw jabs to the air again.

Mia having already arrived ahead of time, already settled herself in the ring.

She felt a little unnerved by the surrondings, but she did her best to ignore it. The only consolation was that she didn't come alone, her boyfriend had arrived earlier to help sort out some mess, which led her to a fight with some of the girls there.

Normally she could take them, but she chose not too, and let him deal with it so as to save strength for the fight.

Though she was a bit upset that some of them were trying to flirt with him, but that was to be expected, they didn't expect someone small like him to be able to kick some of their asses.

But that was one thing she and him shared. If you can't reason it, rough it, and that was what he did.

Still now was a time for a fight, she could worry about other things later on.

As she watched a young girl entering the ring, she couldn't help but smirk as her opponent had arrived. Although one part of her was quite disapointed that off all thinks she could have worn, it had to be army style of all things.

"Army style of all things?" She chuckled as she went up to her and raised her fist in a fist fighting position. "Well whatever, let's get this over with, you remember the conditions for victory?" She asked as she awaited the bell to ring.

Regardless of weather or not Sasha remembered didn't really bothered her, she was just waiting for the bell, once it rang, she would go forth to meet Sasha, but she would give her the first strike to test her skill.

Sasha saw the older girl and looked at her, trying to judge her opponnent.
She listened to Mia's qeustion and then she nodded, ignoring the remark about the army style. She remembered the rules and thus she said:"Hello...and yes..I remember the rules...anything goes and the loser does have to admit that she got...as you did put it in your e-mail...admit that her a...butt,..was kicked".
Sasha then raised her guard, leading left and lunged at Mia as a fat girl rang a bell and she threw a left jab at Mia, pulling it short and melting into a right jab that went a bit wider and was aimed with some force at the chin of Mia.

Mia immediately raised her guard when the bell rang, she knew from experience, just because one was small didn't mean they were weak.

As Sasha attacked, Mia easily saw the left jab coming, she leaned back back a bit and managed to avoid it easily, knowing it wasn't the real attack since she pulled it short.

And as expected, Sasha did follow up with a second attack. She leaned back and tried to avoid the punch, but still it grazed her and she stumbled back a bit.

"Oww..." She rubbed her chin. "I'll admit kid, even though it was a graze, I could feel that." She admited as she raised her fists, shuffling left and right.

Clad in a simple blue vest that covered only her chest and a mini skirt, she rushed forward and threw a hard left punch. She attempted to throw it so hard that she would actually trip herself.

But that was actually a ploy, so that when she stumbles forth, she would gain extra momentum to perform an uppercut should Sasha dodge the first punch.

It looked sloopy, but it was actually in fact a trick move.

Sasha felt her real blow hitting, well, not hitting, rather grazzing the jaw of Mia. Sasha caught her self the very moment Mia attacked her self. She raised her fists,pulling back the later hand as she tried to keep her guard fixed and firm.
She saw the was Mia tossed her self at her, she gave some ground but not retreated, shifting some weight to her left foot, fist clenched and the thrill of battle kicking in as the older teen hammered that fake left at her, not pulling short but rather putting a lot of weight into the blow and that was the reason why the feint worked on Sasha, at least a good deal.
The Russian kid swung her left arm sideward, bobbing to the right to dodge the left but that carried her into the hard uppercut from Mia, it just did not hin her chin dead on but rather hammered hight into the chest of Sasha, stinging hard into the ribs.
The next breath Sasha did take felt a bit painfull and she felt a hard throbbing.
With a short, slow step to the right Sasha aimed her right fist in a low cross at the side of Mia.

The uppercut had connected, however it didn't give her the results she wanted, as Sasha was hit in the ribs.

Immediately as soon as Sasha was hit, she countered with a low cross at her side.

Because Sasha moved forth, there wasn't enough space to avoid the punch, and Mia soon felt a hard blow slamming into her sides where her kidneys were.

"Ugh..." She grunted out in pain, but quickly swallowed it down, as she grabbed Sasha's arm and held her there as she lightly pushed Sasha back for a hard punch to her face directly.

Sasha gasped as Mia grabbed her arm, yanking Sasha closer to cut her options short. A good trick and it worked well. Sasha's head snapped back a bit as she was hit, her left cheek reddening with the impact of Mia's fist, skin hitting skin.
The younger girl groaned and then turned her hip around sharp, aiming her free hand clenched into a fist as hard as she could toward the lower ribs of Mia, the most sensitive ribs.

As Mia felt her fist connecting with Sasha's face, she let out a grin, but that grin quickly faded away when Sasha's fist smashed into her ribs.

"Ugh!" She grunted out as she immediately shoved Sasha back, while holding onto her exposed stomach area where she was punched in.

"Not bad, seems I got a little to cocky." She said to herself as she rubbed the area on her exposed stomach where she was punched in.

A nasty bruise was form at that spot, where she used one hand to cover it.

Still she was far from down, and she would be damn if she let a small wound like this stop or hinder her.

And as Mia shoved the younger girl back that way, Sasha had some hard time catching her self. The boyish girl raised her fists again, her back touching the ropes already and took a deep breath.
She then pressed her self free with narrowed eyes, hissing:"Won't be the last bruise!".
She was sliding toward Mia and tried a 123. A plain combination.
The "1" was a quick right straight, Sasha grunted as she leaned into it to add some much needed reach and punch, aiming that blow at the mouth of her opponnent. She then slipped her leading foot forth, ducking low a bit, her suporting foot followed a bit heavily and she fired the "2" at Mia, a low left with a turn of her hip, aiming at the low side of the older kid over ovaries or bladder.
The "3" was a second quick straight but badly aimed as Sasha had not found a good rythm in the end,gasping with the last blow.

Mia immediately raised her stance again as Sasha approached her once more. Readying herself, she avoided the first punch, by leaning to the side barely avoiding the blow, then came the second, where Sasha made a turn with her hip.

THat was what she was waiting for, as Sasha attempted the left turn, Mia performed a twist as well, attempting to backhand Sasha in the face as a counter attack.