Tasha vs. Elena

"See, here, I'd try a hold, but with you... well," She taunted as she grabbed Tasha's head and aimed to slam her knee into it, knocking her foe back if it connects.

"Ungh!!" Tasha grunts, flopping to her back, but then tries a quick retaliation by stomping her high heeled boot at Elena's inner thigh, hoping to give it a nice bruise.

The boot caught Elena in the thigh, causing her to stagger back and nurse the wound. "Bitch," she hissed. She stepped back to the ropes and sprung off them, hoping to deliver a running kick to Tasha's side.

Tasha smirked at the insult and tried to roll away as Elena bounced off the ropes, trying to get back to her feet if she was quick enough.

If Tasha got to her feet, Elena would keep running, merely changing tactics from a running kick to a leaping knee uppercut aimed at Tasha's face. This sort of move was a bit outside of Elena's comfort zone, but something about Tasha was driving her to greater lengths than she would normally. Still, the move might be inexpertly delivered even if it DOES strike.

"Argghh!" She cried out, taking the knee to the face and collapsing back to the mat on her belly. She grit her teeth and started to pick herself up, shaking her head slowly. "Mgh... that's it... no more nice mistress.." She muttered.

Elena scoffed, sneering at Tasha as she got back up, "Nice mistress? No such thing, cutiepie." She smiled, waving Tasha closer, "Come on then. Show me what you got."

Tasha smirked a little, standing back up and cracked her knuckles slowly. "Gladly." She replied before rushing in towards her. She drew her left arm back, ready to drive her fist straight into Elena's face, but at the last second it just lightly baps her on the nose. Then suddenly her right comes rocketing up from below, trying to knock Elena off her feet in a fierce uppercut to her jaw!

Elena expected a fake, but guessed at the wrong location all the same. She tried to dodge back, but still took most of the uppercut, knocking her back to the floor. She would recover relatively quickly though, using the momentum of the punch to roll back into a catlike kneeling pose, "Gah... not bad." She hissed. She would try to sweep Tasha's legs out from under her if Tasha advanced, but Elena would likely misjudge how much one can concentrate after getting socked in the jaw. If Tasha stayed alert, she could probably see the sweep coming.

Tasha smirked as the punch managed to floor her and moved towards her. She then saw the leg sweep coming and got a naughty idea. Instead of leaping up to avoid the sweeping kick, she leapt forward, legs out and spread. She would try to take Elena down to the mat in this fashion and secure her in a school girl pin, placing her fists at her hips and looking down at Elena with a small chuckle. "You aren't too bad, honey... not at all..." She said to her. "You still have a bit to learn though..."