Makoto vs Sasha - First Blood

Makoto crossed her arms as she watched Sasha run at the ropes and come back at her. She was amazed that this woman woud try to go for such a high impact attack when she hadn't been even slightly distracted yet. Makoto would simply move aside to dodge the incoming attack, a cold smile on her face.

Sasha was no idiot and as she saw the way her opponent made a gracefull motion aside, she pulled her legs close, trying to build a counter weight to her own momentum.Still it carried her hard into the ropes with a groan and she slumped down,gasping, one hand pressed to her chet, the other one into the mat as she tried to get up.
Now she felt a bit pissed off.

As Sasha started to get up makoto then moved in going for a stiff gut shot with her fist.

Sasha gaped and double dover,tensing her abs as she felt the air being driven out from her rattling lugs as makoto hit her hard.Sasha double dover and pressed her hands on her guts, gritting her teeth as she glarred at the other girl.
She slippe dher bacl foot further toward the ropes to stand more stable and shoot an icy glarre at Makoto, helpless as it seemed for some moments.

At that moment Makoto would try to lock up with Sasha. If sucessful, she would attempt to link up side to side, hooking her leg into Sasha's leg, grabbing her hand and holding out her arm in front of Makoto's chest, while Makoto's closer hand would lock around Sasha's head. At first fans might think makoto was going for a Russian leg sweep if makoto got that far, but instead Makoto would attempt to pitch forward with Sasha and roll through to the ground with her. If this worked, Makoto would attempt to secure Sasha's shapely leg and hyperextend it into a kneebar hold.

Sasha#s fel ther self yanked down and rolled over by force and she didn't liked that at all,she growled as they rolled over the floor.As she was skipped and pressed to her shoulder and then front.She felt the small but strong hands of that little beast at her leg and brisged, grunting as pain shoot up her leg, trough her spine and up to explode in her head.She clawed at the mat, trying to roll her hip to give the judo-star less leverage.

Makoto wrapped her own slim and shapely bare legs around Sasha's one leg, feeling the muscle tone under the Russian girl's smooth skin. As she felt Sasha try to move, Makoto grasped at the back of the ankle of Sasha's heavy boot and tried to pull back gritting ehr teeth and pressing the top of her ehad down to the mat.

How limber are you, my Russian wolf?, thought Makoto.

Sasha growled at this comment and at the pain, starting to shoot back and forth. She gritted her teeth,arching her back as she twisted and turned, still taking more leverage from her tormentor.
She tried a bit harder, just to fool her oponent,then,with a sudden shift of weight and yanking around,pullig her legs as close as possible, she rolled her self closer to MAkoto, with a counterweight now,breaking the hold slowly.
The pain added to her drive and she was intending to pay it back to the lean Japanese back, fully.

Makoto felt Sasha leaning in taking some rpessure off the hold. Makoto was loathed to let go of the Russian girl's leg there almost possesively trying to hug it to her, but now she was in striking distance of Sasha's hands.

Sasha turned her self around with some effort, bending her self a bit.Then she aimed her left in a hard straight toward Makoto's left breast to show her that Sasha was no toy.She aimed quick and hard with a wolfish grin.