Blood never tasted sooo delicious! (Yawn and Sasha)

Cleary, Yawn had been taking Sasha lightly. Her cute looks and small frame made her believe that the russian was barely a threat, but a mere doll who would easily become puddy in Yawn's slender fingers.
That assumption might've been a mistake....

....a mistake that becomes more profound once Yawn feels her hair getting cruelly yanked in Sasha's grip. Such a foward act by such an innocent looking girl, no? Yawn never had the time or the focus to prevent her head from getting clenched in between both of Sasha's knees, temple to kneebone.
Once the evil girl finally figured out what was happening, her face had already met in the mat in a harsh, hard flop. Her vision blacks out, and roars of the audiance falls on her clogged ears.

Is Yawn out? Is she down for the count?

Sasha, having her own left knee skinned a bit with her furious move, looked down on the back of Yawn's head, then she raised a knee and slipped to the side of Yawn. She lifted both hands and then she did her best to roll the Evil Girl to her back, eyes down and trying to do so as quickly as she could.

The referee looked on, watching as the turn of events made its surprising twist. Nobody expected Sasha to come on so strongly, thought she always had a descent cult following with her. As for the new girl, Yawn, she was just downright creepy. It'd be a big shock to see if she would actually develop some kind of fanbase at all.

The crowd eagerly looked on. Dazzling snapshots still flicker with life across the sea of seated people. What was Sasha trying to do? Whatever it was, It could spell the end for Yawn. Is that a pin? Or another submission? Hard to say....
The referee edged himself closer, cautious not to get his ass beat, or whatever cruel outcomes that had already played in his mind since the match had begun. No way he was going to end up in a hospital on duty.
At any rate, Yawn still looked outcold from such an amazingle strong Pedigree. What was Sasha trying?

Sasha then stood up, sucking in some air. She then walked to the south end of Yawn, to her opponnent's legs. She bowed down and then tried to grab the ankles of her opponnet, trying to grab a hold on both legs of Yawn.
She then pushed the legs to her side, growled and jumped forth, trying to hammer her small, square butt hard into the chest of Yawn, trying to pull the legs with her as she tried to bend Yawn and pin her in a vicious face sit pin...Sasha's school girl pin.

((Yay for the weekend! Yeeeeeah! I got time again!))


The crowd never wanted to believe it. Sasha, the young brawler looked sweet enough, so underlying, feral intensity came at a big surprise. Granted, nobody liked Yawn as much. Her raunchy, foul and near sadistic attitude being the culprits to that.

Yawn almost drifted to the other, blacker side of the consciousness. However, a sharp, sudden jolt from the impact on her chest shocked her back to life. Yawn's eyes flew open, and the evil girl took a huge gasp of air. Thoughts of killing Sasha and ripping her guts out roused back to life in full force. The first thing she'd do once she was up was rip Sasha's head clean off, but suddenly, instead of getting up and acting on her wishes, something soft and heavy flops over Yawn's face like a hot bag of sand!

"Hey--mmmmmff!"

Her cuss gets smothered into beastly growl under Sasha's weight.

"ONE!"

The voice of referee shouted. Yawn couldn't see much past the hills of Sasha's behind, but the words from the referee were still all too alarming. Yawn begins to fight and squirm, before realizing that her legs had been tied up as well!

Sasha pressed those legs to her sides, arms having a hard time taming those trashing legs of Yawn, especially on the side where Sasha's ribs were bruised, a part of the skin taking a light blue color already. Each yanking and pulling of that leg she had caught did send short ripples of pain trough the kid's chest.
She gritted her teeth, feeling sweat sting in her eyes, a drop of sweat falling down toward Yawn who was trapped under Sasha.

Sasha pressed her knees down some harder on the shoulders and arms of Yawn, one leg filled with a throbbing pain but Sasha stood where she was. "Gotcha!" Sasha growled, collecting her last reserves.
And she pressed her butt harder to Yawn's face.