Mimete vs Sasha (complete)

Mimete screamed bloody murder, some slight tears of pain appearing in her eyes as Sasha tortured her unmercifully.

"AaaaaaaaaHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! My pussy!!!!!!! MY PUSSSSSSYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Mimete was really trying to sell this injury to the crowd and it seemed that she would be trapped and unable to get out. However is this rope move carried the same illegal implications similar to Tajiri's Tarantula, chances were the referee would eventually intervene. If so, Mimete would be in tears, also try to clutch the bottom rope in vain to lessen Sasha's move.

"Get her off me, ref! Get her off!"

Sasha hissed and pulled a bit harder, bending the American's legs a bit more to split her further and pull the opponents crotch a bi tlonger as the ref-girl came and told Sasha to break the hold, so Sasha did as a face-wrestler,giving a last pull and stepping back.
She pressed eh rhands to her side and looked at Mimete.

Mimete fell to the mat and sobbed, lying on her side and kicking her feet in pain and cluthcing her soft area.

Sasha took a deeo breath, her view turning clear again still she wished to make Mimete pay for the eye-gauge and the nasty comments, words filled with contempt for Sasha and her homeland.
Sasha walked toward Mimete and knelt down,slapping a rough palm across Mimete's asscheecks befor she tried to unbuckle Mimete's bottom and pull it down with a hard yanking and a twist on Mimete's left leg.

Mimete yelped as Sasha struck her ass. But then when she felt Sasha try to strip off her shorts, she suddenly seemed to jolt into action. It was as if the embarassment of being exposed to the crowd shocked new life into her.

She squealed in terror kicking Sasha away and trying to scramble outside the ring.

Sasha stumbeled back and growled.She scooted right forward again,lunging for Mimete's bottom,trying to get hold on it, intending to pull Mimete back closer by her bottom-attire.Sasha's hands formed into claws,fingertips tremebling and eyes filled up with rage.

Mimete grabbed onto the edge of the ring as Sasha grabbed her shorts. A tug of war ensued as Mimete tried to pull herself out of ring while Sasha, was on the brink of pulling Mimete's shorts off.

Sasha gasped and bend her fingers into little claws,racking them halfway over Mimete's upper ass befor she tried a last hard pull, forced to let go of those shorts slowly.With a little grunt Sasha tried that last pull befor she rolled back,shaking her aching fingers.

With a final tug Mimete's shorts came right off!

She shrieked as her lower extremities were briefly exposed to the crowd. She pulled her shirt down blushing red and would go to run out of the ring in embarassment. Sasha could very well win by count out here.

Sasha slipped out of the ring and charged toward the running Mimete,keeping up with her, closing in.With a sharp turn forward, strtetched arms and a lunge, Sasha went for Mimete's long hair to yank on it. Sasha stopped short,pivoting around on her left foot, trying to toss Mimete back toward the ring by her fency hair out of a full swing.