Sasha vs Sadie: Cry Some More!!

First to Cry Match
Victory is obtained when the ref has seen a tear from the opponent's eyes

Sadie frowned as she looked at the notification in her locker. She knew by now a good number of the popular and rather skilled or at least proven kawaiis here in Friction, but there was one she knew quite well: Sasha. The Beatles fan recalled quite well how Sasha had been the one to stand up for her during those first few moments she had arrived in the locker room, but now she was set to have a match with her. She couldn't help but feel both frightened knowing what kinds of things she was capable of and worried that she may not be remembered by her rescuer. "A first to cry match?" she asked out loud. The name was self-explanatory, but that didn't make things seem any better for her.

She sighed as she adjusted her outfit, a red tank-top and a pair of black shorts that hugged her bottom. "I guess it's time for the show..." she said as she put on her game-face and headed to the stage. As "Revolution" revved up throughout the arena, Sadie nodded and bounced out to the ramp, jumping and raising a fist here and there to earn a few cheers from the crowd. She slid into the ring before going over to one of the ropes and bending over to give a view of her little cleavage to the front row, and show off her bottom to crowd behind her. She would go back to her corner and wait to see her opponent emerge.

A few moment laters a pyro cascade of white and blue,finally some red too followed and on the megatron a group of Cossack rider's came down with sabers swinging.A metal version of the Korobeiniki hammerered out of big speakers and Sasha made her way to the ring, after looking a bit startled at the ring and the crowd, she took a deep breath with a cute gasp and finally made her way to the ring shadowboxing and prancing on her feet.She warmed up, stopped to tugg her skimply small mma shorts into place and high five with a little girl in a wheel chair and some other fans, than the "CossackKid" slid into the ring and walked into the middle of the ring, offering her right fist for a greeting tap to Sadie as a gesture of good sports.

Sadie only watched a bit in awe as she saw Sasha make her entrance. It was really odd to be watching her first savior coming out to face her in a match. The Cossack Kid looked almost different; the same, but different from what she had looked the last time the two met. Sadie almost wanted to drop back when her opponent offered her a right fist for a greeting, but she seemed to be a little the wiser in not doing so. She smiled at the short-haired girl and met her right fist with one of her own. "D-don't go easy on me just because you had to stand up for me..." she said a little timidly. That was a little unlike her, but then again there was probably a little star-struckedness from a person she admired.

Sasha was happy to meet an opponent who not started off with an insult or cheap trick. She mustered Sadie, remembering her of course. She than listened and the tomboy did put on a short grin as she said:"Don't worry..I fight to win".
She than took a deep breath and slipped into her fighting stance, raising her fists, waiting for the bell.
As it rung she lunged forth, dashing toward Sadie as she jumped up, leaning back, arms swinging back too as she kicked both feet forth , trying to aim a hard drop kick at the chest of Sadie.