Who's your daddy? Laddermatch(Sasha vs. Sayuri)

*Easy as eating pie*
Sayuri was rather positive that her spear would take the girl out of the race, but she was sadly mistaken as she saw that her opponent had grabbed a chair and swung it to her head.
*A chair? That's against the rules!*
was rushing through her mind, but every laddermatch was also a no DQ by default. With her arms in front and unable to dodge or deflect something the chair landed on her head and influenced her point of flight to an uncontrollable tumble in the general direction of Sasha, but Sayuri couldn't influence that in any way as she was seriously dazzed from the unexpected blow.

Sasha tried to roll her self some with her own swing and rolled over some. She waited for Sayuri to hit the ground, or ropes or what ever. Then she spun around and tried to swing her left foot as hard as possible into the face of Sayuri, hissing:"Payback oldie".
The Russian kid wanted to bring ome damage to her opponent now and she did so with a vengeance.

Luckily for the Japanese, Sayuri didn't really realize the kick into her face, only an additional small stinging in the dull sensation the pain had caused on her face. She was lying on the floor, one of her arms was draped over the first rope and a reddish blue mark rapidly built on the cheek of the woman, slightly under the swollen part of her head where the chair had hit her.

It was pretty obvious that she couldn't muster any offensive action right now, not even answering in any way except with small moans whenever she drew a breath.

Sasha turned the chair in her small hands and tried to unfold it a bit, pulling the seat away from the chair's legs before she bowed down and tried to drap it around the left lower leg of Sayuri, trying to trap the shin between the legs and seat of the folding chair.
The Russian kid then slipped to her feet and tried to kick hard against the chair and the leg trapped between the steel.Sasha let out a roar as she tried to do so.Sweat stung in her eyes and every sinew in the girl's body did ache but she wanted to prove that she was hardcore trough and trough.

The kid was doing something. Something. But what that something was, was unclear to Sayuri. Until something happened at her leg or more exactly the shin, and she took a look, realizing that the kid was out for blood. Her blood!

*Maybe that was not so clever to mock the kid*
She thought, frantically clawing at the first rope to drag herself out of the ring while Sasha stomped on the chair to inflict hell of a pain to it. After this match, she would surely be going nowhere by her own design.
"AAHH!!! MY SHIN!!"
She rolled out of the ring with last power, rolling on the outside floor in pain and screaming. The briefcase was the last thing she thought of at the moment.

Sasha shrugged, tossed the chair aside and tried to jump up to the ledder, groaning as her world spun a bit as her hands closed around the metal and as she pressed her left foot to the second step to pull her self up.
Pain did send a numb feeling trough her finger tips and made her legs feel heavy as she started to climb up the ledder slowly.

Sayuri found herself on the floor and was really glad Sasha didn't want to follow her outside. Maybe that stupid little kid had put her career on the line even before it had really started. Normally she would be really mad about it, but now her primary concern was her foot.

She tried to remove the chair from her ankle, but the chair was stuck hard on her shin, causing her to kick and claw at it frantically before being finally able to remove it and drag herself to the ringsteps. She didn't know what to do right now with her injured leg, but it probably wasn't over right now!

Sasha turned her head, looking at Sayuri and then sucked in some air, taking another step and another. Hurt pride and grimm determination now drove Sasha on as she tried to reach the case...
Sayuri had really upset her and so she tried to prove who the better girl was now, the kid was a bit single minded as she made her way up the ladder.

The Japanese dragged herself slowly up to the ring post, always favoring her less injured leg until she hugged the top pillow with both hands to drag herself further up. The little blitz in the box had given her more than she usually liked to chew, therefore she had Barbara to absorb the damage for her so that she could toy around with the lousy remains of the girls her partner had broken before.

Sasha was nearing the top and had nearly done it. Sayuri had to resort to desperate measures to stay in this fight. She would jump forward with a painful cry as her leg was heavily used, trying to topple the ladder and the little Russian who was reaching with her hands to grab the briefcase with her bodyweight.

Sasha was still hell bend on reaching that case, she wanted to win, she wanted to make it..she wanted to spend a weekend with the Major not even aware of her self and her surounding enough yet to realize what an abusive and sick man he was.That she was nothing but a bit of steel or so for him to forge a weapon, not a child.
Sasha whinced as she pulled her self up to the top of the ledder, sweat making her small top stick to her skin and the bruises feeling like high lighs on a tapestry of pain.
She gritted her teeth but suddenly her instincts started yelling at her:Danger.
And as a furious Sayuri crashed into a ledder made of feeling less steel and into a like wise furious Sasha a loud boom filled the arena.
Sasha's world started spinning and she punched her left hand forth, trying to grab the case as gravity already grabbed her....