Mimete vs Sasha (complete)

Mimete felt refreshed and full of frisky energy from her win over Asuka the other day. She entered and merely gave a snide glance to anyone who booed her. Some fans made lustful suggestions at her.

Mimete gave them a condescending look and looked as if she might lower her top to them for a peek but then shook her head disparagingly at them and resumed her hike to the ring.

Once she got in, she picked up a microphone. The arrogant smug look on her face suggested she had a mouthful to say.

"Just the other day i took some poor little Mexican girl and kicked her around in the mud. It felt good. It felt damn good!"

Mimete was obviously showing her ignorance and disregard for cultures since Asuka wasn't Mexican.

"It's where her people belong after all. Right in the filthy dirt after giving our good honest American soil a good mowing."

She smiled as she soaked up the boos from the crowd.

"Anyway I didn't come out here to talk about Mexico. Just the other day some Russian kid snuck into the girl's room and ambushed me! He obviously didn't see the sign saying "No boys allowed"." Mimete obviosuly making fun of Sasha's masculine looks.

"I heard men in Russia beat their wives and burn them to death so we obviously know what his future is like but I am gonna stop this Red scare bullshit now. Sasha, get your red commie pinko ass out here. I am gonna prove once and for all that the reason why the Cold War ended is because your people were chicken shit and afraid of our country's power and when I am done with you, I will import you back to Siberia where you belong!"

Sasha was just at the dressing rooms and was picking up some stuff from her spint that she wasn't able to take with her after her match with Layne. She could hear the things Mimete did say via intercom on a small screen.
Sasha slipped on her fighting gloves, then she did put a magic marcer into a pocket of her shorts, then she charged for the arena. As she reached the mainramp she got slower, shadowboxing a bit with an angry glarre.
As she reached th ering she slippe dinto it and glarred at Mimete like her gaze could boil up blood.
"Youuu derty cunt, you will regrett thaaat wordss, I will showw yeee something reddd" Sasha hissed. Sasha took a long paced charge at Mimete, jumping up as high as she could,leaning back and kicking her black army boots as hard forward at Mimete's tits as she could, laying in the air with an angry yell.

The bell had not been rung for the macth to start yet. Mimete therefore decided to try and seize the advantage. Since she saw sasha run down to her, announce and then go for the fly kick (and since she most likely taunted sasha in the first place to make her reckless) Mimete would sidestep to dodge the incoming kick. Once sasha landed nearby. Mimete would attempt to crack sasha in the head or face with the mike.

Sasha dropped down hard, pain stinging in her tailbone as she dropped down hard on her rar. Trying to balance her self she stood up slowly and a bit shaky, just to be hit by the microphone with full force. It smacked right into the side of her right skull, her cheeck redening with the impact.
Sasha was hit quite hard,caught off guard. The russian teenager tumbeled aside a bit, her arms wheeling.

The referee got in Mimete's face who put on an innocent look and discarded the mike. The bell would then ring.

Intending to take advanatge of her first strike. Mimete would try to clobber Sasha with a clothesline if she turned.

Sasha tried to shake the cobbwebs from her mind and her world spun a bit slower. She turned around just to be hit by Mimete's clothesline and the impact slammed the young girl down hard, making her clnech her teeth as some dull pain was throbbing in her chest,rolling aside, right foot pressed to the mat.
It was a bit painfull to suck in her next breath but it cleared her mind.

Mimete walked daintily around Sasha as if though observing her handiwork. She would then attempt to stomp the Russian girl a few times in the ribs. If this was done she would then grab Sasha to stand her up, go for a knee shot to the gut and then try to irish whip her to a corner.

Sasha let out a painfull grunt on the first stomp a cut from her fight with Layne opening and spiling some drops of blood,leaving crimson marks on her skin, fbaric sticking to it.
Sasha turned a bit,catching the rich girl's foot as it came homing in again. Sasha grabbed the foot and the impact made her arms jarr but still she fought the pain and gave the caught foot a short twist, trying to hurt Mimete abit, hoping she coulkd buy enough time to stand up.
"Not so quick dumbass!" Sasha hissed.

Mimete's foot was twisted. She gave a yelp and fell flat on her face.

"Owwwww......"

She pushed herself up to her hands and knees and rubbed her nose. "That dirty little Marxist bitch!"

Mimete got up angrily and spun to face Sasha but by this time, Sasha was most likely up and ready for her.

Sasha had turned at Mimete, eyes filled with anger, enraged by those comments. Sasha skipped her own hip a bit, swinging around a bit and aiming a mighty right boot at Mimete's belly, an inch over the hip close to bledder and ovaries, wishing to hurt the other girl and double her over.
Sasha hissed at Mimete as she slung up her dirty army boot in a short angle: " I am no communist wasp-chick!"