Hardcore match: Sasha Brenshov v Marie Belladonna (complete)

Sasha gritted her teeth and glarred at Marie with scorn and contempt. The coppery taste of blood mixed with the bitter one of adrenaline in the back of her mouth. She stood up,spitting at Marie as she stepped closer,sending a hard stompkick down at her prone opponent face, kicking down hard.
She stomped down quck and ruthless with a wordless roar.

Marie grunted, feeling something wet hit her face, seeing Sasha had spit on her.

"You... you vile- AGGH!" She cried out as Sasha managed to stomp down on her face, clutching it tightly and rolled over onto her front. Fine, she wanted to spit on her? She'd gladly return the favor. She popped the pill she had stuck between her breasts out now and put it in her mouth, feeling it dissolve quickly and make juice in her mouth. She smirked a little, realizing what she was to do with this pill now. She stayed down, waiting for Sasha to pick her up and make her face her.

Sasha treid to calm down a bit,she took a deep breath that felt like it would set her lungs ablaze. She bowed down,reaching for Marie's right arms to yank her up to the feet,going for an irish whip into the turnbuckle. As soon as she brought Marie to her knees she started to pivote around on her left foot,stopping short as they had taken a turn.As soon as they where up,facing each other,Sasha treid to hurl her oppoenent away with a rush and yell.

Marie smirked when she felt her arm grabbed, standing up with her and suddenly spun around, spraying the caustic liquid into her face, spraying out a pink mist.

"Take that, bitch"

She said coldly.

Sasha didn't expected such a thing comming. Pink mist sprayed into her face and just a split second later it felt like something with ant-acid covered claws would try to rip off her eyes and her skin felt like it would burn.
She threw back her head with a cry of agony. At the height of momentum she let Marie go out of full spin nevertheless just to fall to her back,legs trashing around and clutching her face as tears of pain,anger and despair whelled up in her eyes.

Marie stumbled forward, but managed to stop herself before she bounced into the barbed wire ropes, quickly turning around and moved towards Sasha's writhing body, trying to kick her over onto her stomach. If she succeeds, she'll bend down and use her whip to bind Sasha's wrists together, then will try and roll her back onto her back and fold her up in a matchbook pin.

Sasha gritted her teeth and tried to open her eyes again but the world around her blinded her with the light of thousand suns. She was helpless against the stomp into her side that drove all the wind out of her lungs and left a deep blue bruise on her short ribs.
Her last energy she wasted futile,swweating and groaning, as she tried to stop Marie from binding her hands.
As Marie hooked her legs up she tried to kick out at the French-girls guts,not willed to give in to someone playing that cheap.
She rolled he rhip up slightly,pulling back her left foot and kicking at Marie´s belly with a short russian curse.

Marie growled, holding her down tightly, then the ref began the count.

"1.2.3!" The ref counted quickly. Marie smirked a little, hearing the bell ringing afterwards and let go of Sasha. She stood up to the loud booing of the crowd, smiling and waving with pink liquid dripping from her lips.

Sasha lay there,groaning,unable to even fling an arm across her face to hide her shame and pain or hold off the cruel bright lights stinging into her eyes.
The girl turned around,shuddering.

Marie smirked, turning around to give her one good kick to the face before starting to leave the ring.