Friction Hardcore Title Match(no weapons, no dg, fight toKO)

Sasha, just lunging at her opponent, had no chance to dodge and her arms where wide off in offense. The other russian teen's boot slammed into the side of her jaw painfully.
Her head snapped aside with a spray of blood and saliva, she gave a heavy groan and was slammed to the ground, rolling over twice.
She flopped to her back and her left clutched her throbbing chin.

As much as Cerbera wanted to continue the attack after such a succesfull impact on Sasha, she had lost alot of speed because of her pained leg. Falling on one knee once more to stroke the back of her knee and her ankle, looking over at Sasha to study her every movement, just to make sure the girl couldn't get the best of her though she hoped Sasha would stay down after such a blow but she knew Sasha wouldn't hold the belt if that was possible.

Sasha slipped to her knees, shaking the cobwebs from her head and then slipped to her feet in a fluid motion, giving a bitter grin at her opponent.
She used her left hand's back to whipe her lips and raised her boxing guard again.
She circled Cerbera to the left and then waited. There had to be an opening and she was looking for it.
The crowd was waiting for some faster action, judging by the looks and sounds.
With a short growl Sasha tossed her self at Cerbera and faked a left blow with a slip of her shoulder. Just as she got into reach she stopped hard and twisted her hip, thus turning her upper body too, keeping her feet under her shoulders like any good fist fighter.
Then, in a feint, she threw a hard right straight at her opponent's nose, fast and fluid.

Cerbera was unable to get herself guarded enough to block such a blow, it was enough to really hurt Cerbera, who immidiatly fell backwards and onto the mat but she quickly rolled backwards to create a distance between them again though as she wanted to get up, she felt the trouble of breathing through her nose and also feeling some kind of liquid dripping down from it. She brought one hand up to press her fingers against the liquid and hold it up infront of her face.. She was bleeding?

Even though the blood seemed to be streaming out from both nostrils, Cerbera didn't seem surprised, instead she suddenly ran straight towards Sasha, breathing loudly through her mouth so she kept a normal breathing pattern and decided to go for a fatal target, moving as close as possible before she'd try and slam her fist straight into the girl's throat.

Sasha stood there and saw her opponent charging at her, the mat shaking as it seemed and the world freezing.
The Cossack Kid felt her heart skipping a beat as she managed to judge the way the other girl did wind up and threw her self into the blow.
At first Sasha shifted some weight backward, her body skipping back.
She swung her left arm up ward to cut the blow to her throat, trying to stopsign it. She tried to shove the attacking arm aside, keeping her opponents momentm.
Sasha turned her hip around sharp as her blocking arm was throbbing with dull pain from the impact. She turned her self and fired her right in a hard cross toward the still out stretched arm of her opponent.
With a grunt she tried to fire her fist to the joint of Cerbera's ellbow.
A brutal counter to a brutal attack.

Cerbera narrowed her eyes, the pure annoyance of not being able to hit Sasha effectively was troubling the focus and she needed it to conquer the girl. However she found a way to attack her when she noticed Sasha getting ready for her counter. It was going to hurt Cerbera alot for her to do this but she needed to catch Sasha off guard. She quickly brought her body forward and down, letting her outstretched arm move down to safety but her cheek was going to be the target of Sasha's attack, forcing her to cry out loudly in pain and make her body spin counter clockwise.

However, she brought one of her legs back and as she spun to the side, she aimed her foot straight towards the side of Sasha's neck.

Again the other Russian's speed spoiled Sasha's tactic. She felt her fist connecting but it was nothing that would help her. Sasha started a deep growl of frustration as the foot suddenly hammered into the side of her short, pale neck.
She gasped and tumbled aside, the next breath she took was something painfull and her balance suffered from that hit.
As Cerbara was spinning Sasha simply tumbled backward and hung to the ropes, clutching the side of her neck and glarring at the other young Russian.
Again her eyes narrowed as she forced her self off the ropes and dashed at Cerbera, juming up a bit to hammer her left knee to Cerbara's side.
She could hear her own heartbeat as she thrusted her knee upward toward her opponents side as she stopped the circle.

Cerbera couldn't keep getting hit like this, she had to put Sasha down. For good if need to be. She kept a close eye on Sasha as she stopped spinning and got herself ready, Sasha was fast to attack but Cerbera was still the faster of the two, she still had to turn to face the girl so she had a different idea, she ran forward instead, not allowing Sasha to hit her and tried to bounce from the ropes and back to Sasha, going for another spear attempt to bring Sasha to the ground.

Sasha again was impressed with her opponent's speed, growling in frustration. Cerbera rebounded from the ropes with some horrid momentum.
Different things where racing trough Sasha's head as she realized what Cerbera was planning to do.
Maybe too many things for right in the next split second the other Russian hammered into Sasha's form and brought the Cossack Kid down into the mat hard. Sasha bounced up once and sharp pain rushed up her spine to explode in her head.
Sasha gasped as all the air left her lungs.

Cerbera fell down with her opponent, laying ontop of her, resting from her own attack. She knew she had Sasha wounded enough for a momentum but Cerbera was tired, this match had taken it's toll on her. Still, she had to win. She lifted herself up and off Sasha, looking down at her with the same emotionless expression, standing upon her own two feet and geting ready to attack her. Jumping off her feet and trying to slam her knee down hard into Sasha's face.