Mimete vs Sasha (complete)

Mimete gives an obnoxious chuckle at her handiwork. She would then try to grab sasha to stand up and then toss her at the steel post.

Sasha groaned as Mimete, dragged her to the the feet, the Russian had enough of being turned around by her nose vy some girl from Beverly Hills.But still the pain in her elbow and the attacked knee was quite present and so there was nothing Sasha could do about it. A sshe was flung toward the steel-post she was wheeling with her arm. Sasha hit the post with her chest and both he rhandfulls where crushed between the steel and he rown ribs,pancaking in apainfull manner.
Sasha gasped dropping to her knees, her outh shaping an O of silent pain.
She stood up slowly.

Mimete arrogantly walked up, aware of being counted out. She would come behind Sasha, grab her by the back fo the shirt and pants and attempt to turn a full circle as she would try to fling Sasha forcefully though the bottom of the lower ropes and abck into the ring,. Mimete would climb in after.

Sasha, just tumebling back from the post, felt Mimete grabbing her shorts and shirt. As she was tossed back into the ring rough she felt her mind clearing with the a deep breath and the pain.
Sasha reminded her self about one of the Major's main teachings:pain is a friend :it makes you stronger, it keeps you awake and going..and the best thing it tells you that you are alive!
Sasha did nothing for a moment, only tensing her abs a bit,waiting for Mimete, as she saw the Yankee climbing up to the ring to.

Mimete saw that Sasha was down and decided to actually climb to the top turnbuckle. She heard the crowd cheering this and decided to showbaot a bit and do a mocking Val Venis like dance at the top.

If Sasha was still down, she would point mockingly down at Sasha and scream "Watch me turn her into a blini."

She would then go for a big belly flop splash down on her tits first.

Sasha had waited for he rchnace and now it had come. Just as Mimete jumped off, as the American girl went airborn,Sasha rolled away to the right ,toward the ropes,grabbing the mat and dragging her self out if the danger-zone.
Sasha rolled on with a short hroan,waiting for Mimete's impact.

Splat!

Mimete landed with splash and hurt her tits. She cried out holding her chest and kicking ehr legs in pain as she made a fuss.

Sasha stood up and stepped over her downed opponent who was prone, face down. Sasha dropped her firm lill ass hard down on the middle of Mimete's spine. With a short breath she reached for Mimete's arms, prying them away from the Beverly Hills girl's sore breasts, making it hard to ease the pain.
Sasha caught the arms between her arms and legs,ellbows pressed one her knees. Finally she reached for Mimete's head, hooking up the yankee's chin,squeazing her jaw, slipping two fingers o fthe other hand into Mimete's nostrils.Then she pulled up,going for a brutal camelclutch.
Sasha bounced up with her ass once to hurt and humilate Mimete a bit, doing her best to bend the spine as rude as she could,pulling on Mimete's chin

"Arrrrrgggghhhhh!"

Mimete screamed loudly in the camel clutch. "Let go ofme you litttle....agh!!!!!!!"

Sasha had bounced on her spine.

'Get off! Get off!!!!!"

It was still too early in the match so Mimete refused to submit.

Sasha hissed her question and bowed forward a bit. "You little what?" Sasha asked, slipping her hands away from Mimete's face and down to the two massive breasts of her foe,cupping them.
"So tell me" Sasha hissed and squeazed the two orbs a bit.