Blood never tasted sooo delicious! (Yawn and Sasha)

"Trying to get free, are we?"

Yawn teases, feeling Sasha trying to disrupt her balance and shake herself free. She almost looked like a caged animal. How cute...

"You're going to like this one..."

Yawn blows her minty breath near Sasha's face. A faint grin grows from the corner of her lips; a raunchy expression that looked foward to what was going to be done with her sweet, cute prey.

"...now...watch the birdie..."

Without another warning, she sharply jerks Sasha from side to side, doing good to soften up some resistance before raising her knee straight up into the smaller girl's adorable face, looking to turn it into a red, disfigured mess...just how Yawn would like it.
If it connected or not, she will refuse to release the clinch.

"Hey you freako..now let me goOOOO..ohh" Sasha said, but the kid's words turned into a yelp of pain as the knee of Yawn hammered up into her face and smashed into the girl's nose.
Blood did shoot in a long burst from the kid's nose with a nasty sound.
Stars exploded in front of Sasha's eyes, tears shooting to her eyes against her will as her nose was broken. She gasped, dazzed.
But showing that she was a tough brat, she suddenl pushed her left foot to the mat and then tried to fish around for Yawn's ankle, left or right, with her own right foot, trying to pull the other wrestler from her feet, blood painting the mat red.

The sounds of nasal fracture and running blood was a sweet harmony to Yawn's ears, but it was Sasha's gasps for air that sounded even better.

"Liked that, didn't you?"

Yawn stifled a deep moan and held her breath. She didn't want to get euphoric too soon, but she was already too lost in her own feverish thoughts to realize that she had been swiftly taken down to the mat, flat on her back.
How adorable...the little girl was bleeding out of her face, but the fire in her had never waned.
Yawn will simply lay on the canvas, smiling, her sharp, lean eyes soaking up the sight of the smaller girl above her. Depending if Sasha wanted to take the fight to the ground or not, If she didn't commit to a followup attack while Yawn was still floored, Yawn will try to reach up and plant a heated kiss on her lips.

Blood. Such a beautiful color with a taste that needed to be savoured.

Sasha, taking a deep breath, clutching her nose only for a short moment, wincing at her own touch, smeering her own blood over her lower face, leaned forth and tried to reach out for the hair of Yawn with her left hand, arms stretched out as the older girl suddenly planted a kiss to her unkissed lips.
The Russian blushed a deep red and gasped, feeling the tongue of Yawn flicking over her lips a bit, it seemed like Yawn licked away some of Sasha's blood with that kiss and she blushed even deeper.
Sasha leaned back, feeling the blood throbbing in her cheeks and then tried to yank the head of Yawn to her left side under her arm in a reversed headlock to go for a move.

Yawn's lips smacked together and hummed in a satisfying coo. The first taste was good, the second helping tasted even better--more than enough to arouse a need of a third sample. Unfortunatly, Yawn's heated advances only made it easier for Sasha to grab her. Before Yawn could get her focus back into the fight, her head was siezed in the crook of Sasha's arm.

"Nyugh!"

Whatever Yawn was trying to say had been suddenly stifled into a short grunt as she lay trapped, subjected to the intense body heat rubbing against the side of her face and the faint smell of Sasha's blood.

Sasha, the exitement, that taste of some payback, making her heart skip a beat, reached out and forth with her right hand, fingers stretched wide. She tried to grab the undies of Yawn, forcing her fingers into the pants of her opponnent.
The kid then pulled, trying to give Yawn a camel toe ripping wedgie as she yanked. And doing so she pushed her shoulder blades together, eyes wide as she pumped all her muscles to manage this very feat.
She tried to lift Yawn up, over and dropping down, letting her self fall back to even manage to lift and toss Yawn's weight in Sasha's infamous Wedgie-Vertical-Suplex.
Sasha gave a wordless roar to muster the needed energy.

"H-hey-what are you.."

Sasha's tiny little fingers marched thier way under the brim of Yawn's underwear and siezed it in a tight grip. This shocked her. Sasha looked far too innocent for her size to be so aggressively foward. Still, this didn't stop Yawn's cheeks from flushing a deep red and her mouth immediatly running dry. Whatever the little girl was planning, Yawn was beginning to like the new Sasha, until...

"Aarh!"

Once Yawn felt that pieace of fabric ride up inside of her, Yawn was speechless, breathless, and her eyes filled with tears.
It was like torture, even worse, an act of rape. Before she can protest, in a swift motion that all went too fast for Yawn to realize, she was then left on the mat with a pounding throb in her head and a scortching burn in her ass.

"Grugh! What the f-fuck!"

Yawn spat with fire in her words. One hand tucked between her legs while the other nursed the back of her head.

Sasha lay there, after her own drop and was panting, trying to force air into her lungs with sweat burning in her eyes. She then wiped some of the sweat from her brow with the back of her left hand and then she sat up. She felt a bit dizzy from her own signature but it was fine, she was sure the world would stop spinning soon.
She then cranked her head and kip-upped to her feet, turning toward Yawn and saying:"Woww..." Sasha giggled and went on..."that was fun".

Yawn was floored and humiliated. Not how she had planned for tihs match to go. The referee quickly kneedled beside her and made a gesture for Yawn's head, expecting her to quit after such an attack.

"A-are you alright? Can you walk?"

"Get...the...FUCK away from mee!"

Yawn shoved the ref away and scrambled to her feet. Her fingers pulled out a painfully annoying wedgie before releasing brim of her underwear in a resounding slap.

"Fun, eh? That almost s-sounded like you expected to win...I'll show you FUN!"

Her voice trembled something sinister, despite her entire body looking stressed and winded. Still, the anger in her eyes pulsated with vigor.

Sasha saw the intensity in the other wrestler's eyes and she felt a tiny lump building in her throat. But of course the tough kid tried to swollow that fear. She slipped to her feet and then cracked her knuckles to show off some.
She had come here to stop the older girl from insulting the paying fans and refs, but now this was growing into some brutal bout and a big challenge.Sasha loved challenges. But there was something scary about Yawn too.
Sasha raised her guard and started to circle her opponnent to the left.