Open challenge by some little Mauler

Anya's counter strike was readied too late, the glove whizzing over the tiny fighter and eyes shooting wide open as the fist smashed into her organs, bashing up into her belly as if it were to be knocked up into her rib cage. She let out a choking noise as her abs let out a mute shock of pain, trying to pivot and get more distance to use her reach on Sasha but it was awkward and still ached freshly

Sasha felt sweat stinging in her eyes, she could feel it , taste it on her lips. Coppery blood and stale, bitter adreanline mixed in the kid's mouth as she pressed her left foot to the mat and tried to turn right to press her attack.
Her muscles ached as she her feet pressed to the ground again and she pulled her right arm back again, trying to fire her left sharp toward her opponent's jaw with a sharp turn of her hip, trying to stay close, trying to stay a serious menace while something in her mind told her to stop, sobb and nurse her wounds but she tried to fight on.

Anya had trouble maneuvering her arms in the close range, letting out a pained "UHHH!" as she was bashed against across the jaw, sent spinning back a bit and recovering enough to turn back, pivoting on her hip as she swung heavily sideways at the short girl's head with her turn

Sasha stood there , trying to maneveuver forth. She pressed her self forth as her adult opponent's suddenly made this sharp and heavy bllow that came in slow but not too slow.
The little boxer tried to duck, trying to hide her head between her shoulders and a guard she pulled up to protect her face....but the heavy backhand did hit her temple hard.
With a little groan and a hard sound Sasha was hit and was flung into the ropes, dazzed, her side opened toward the old school fighter and her legs where parted as she hung on the ropes and tried to stand up fully again, bad thing for her that a fighter was fair game as long as she was on her feet.

"A lawless battle indeed," Ayla grunted heavily as she regained her wits, scowling and rushing at Sasha to try and deliver a knee to her pelvis before using her position to beat her about the head with both fists rapidly

Sasha was caught off guard by the knee bash that hammered into her, she thought this was fists only. The knee hit hard enough to lift the kid from her feet and from the meet with an agonized cough and a small yelp.
Sasha folded over, blood and saliva and some bile comming from the small kid's mouth, the little fighter felt like her belly and cunny would rip apart.
Tears blurred the kid's vision as she stood there, gloves pressed to her cunny that spasms with madening pain. Blood and piss gushed from her cunny with waves of pain.
Her small white briefs where soaked with sweat, yellow and red.
Then came the double blow to her head and the pain ended. Sasha's eyes rolled up and she dropped to her knees, slumping forth, still peeing and totaly knocked out in the most humilating way, seriously hurt.

Looking still determined and dead set, despite her foe's humiliation, Anya threw a quick pummeling of four more belly blows into the little girl. "Hey!" the ref objected as she beat her tight little belly.
"She still stands," Anya said firmly. "She is still my opponent until she falls." The ref looked intimidated enough to back off for a bit, Anya scowling coldly and smashing her gloved knuckles upward into Sasha's pissed pussy. "Dare you fight me NOW, child!?" she challenged loudly into her face, shooting a hook across Sasha's face meant to drop her to the mat away from the ropes to let her be finally counted out, Anya marching away if she dropped and shaking her black hair to whip her sweat away.

Sasha stood or rather hung there helpless. The small kid had no chance to fight back as her mind was crushed with pain and damage. The young girl's eyes where rolled up.
Foaming mouth and hanging tongiue.
As the four vicious hooks dugged into her tummy her body was hooked up on the strange and cold fighter's fist.
Anya may have seen that her opponent offered no resistance anymore but she did not care as it seemed, the crowd and the ref girl shocked.
There was an emberessing sound from Sasha's butt, then came a small load of vomit with a sharp smell.
While more a helpless doll now Sasha folded forth on wobbly legs and started to fell as a fist suddenly hammered into her cunny, sending the girl to her toes with knees crossing.
There was more blood and more salty piss squirting to the kid's briefs. Sasha mouth opened into a sillent yelp of pain.
Then came the shot to the face, close to her eye that was swollen shut, the jaw bone hit hard enough to break as Sasha is hammered into the mat in a small heap.

Anya sighed deeply, letting her body rest after the vicious assault. "I take no pleasure in thy thrashing, child," she said cooly, jerking her head at the ref to cue her to finish things, beginning her seemingly guaranteed 10 count

Sasha did not move, only her weak breathing told that the kid still lived. Sasha was giving no sound, slumped forth and totaly broken. The ref girl started to count her out, shouting:"One...two..three..", while raising and lowering her left.