Who's your daddy? Laddermatch(Sasha vs. Sayuri)

Sasha obviously refused to let go of the ladder. The Japanese couldn't play tug o war with anyone who was fully grown and hadn't spend the last 6 months in a space station, so she saw herself on the losing end of the ladder until Sasha chose to pull her.

She went with the ladder, trying to use her full body weight to make the ladder really heavy in the hands of Sasha while shielding her own face with her arms for the fall to the mat that she was expecting. This ladder was a shoot into the own foot until now for her, but maybe that was the fate of the one who grabbed a ladder first in a match...

Sasha felt as if she was wrestling with the ladder and Sayuri, feeling a drop of sweat running down her neck, hearing her own heart going faster as she tried to yank Sayuri down to the mat with a strong yanking on the ledder. The edges cut into Sasha's hands a bit and she was happy about her gloves that time.

"Waahh!"
the mat came closer rapidly and Sayuri hit the floor with a loud thud. A quick glance at her opponent showed Sayuri that she was in a rather similar shape to her, but Sayuri didn't bleed in any bigger way up to now, although the ladder had done no favors to her skin and she would have to put a big amount of ointment to her punished skin.

She kicked the ladder with one of her legs in the hope that the bucking ladder would do additional damage to the hands of Sasha before she would get up again.

Sasha growled as the ledder she was holding was shaking like mad, rattled by the impact of that angry kick. Sasha turned her hip some, swinging the heavy ledder with all the might she could muster to hammer the thing down on Sayuri one time before Sasha had to drop it, her arms feeling a bit heavy and sweat starting to roll down her forehead.

"Uh? No! NO! Aaahhh!!"
Sayuri raised her hands over her head as the ladder hammered down on her, leaving her some ladder marks on the back and the hands to think about this match for a longer time even after it would be over.
"...Ou, ou, ou, ou..."
The Japanese complained a little bit about her sore fate of being bashed with a ladder, but it couldn't be helped and she got up before leaning into the ropes for momentum and come with a flying knee at Sasha, using the ladder as a stepstone.

Sasha, after she had dropped the ledder, had tried to take a deep breath and she had underestimated the drive and energy of Sayuri. As the older girl rebounded toward her the Russian kid's eyes went wide and as the knee hammered into her face her head snapping sideward with a small spray of blood and saliva as Sasha stumbled back and fell into the ropes. She growled and glared at Sayuri, whiping her mouth with the back of her left hand.
"OKay...that one was good" Sasha had to confess, whincing from the last waves of pain.

Sayuri was normally no brawler, but the flying knee was well suited in her arsenal. She landed on her feet again and smiled triumphantly, full of herself while she had hit Sasha.
"Hardcore or not, you're just a Kawaii after all!"
The Japanese grinned and approach Sasha to try to send her into the ropes, follow her and plant a reverse elbow in her upper torso. She was really sure at this point that Sasha was just a Kawaii who had benefitted from a good start and just a little less weak than those walking tits who rolled around on beds for amusement while calling themselves wrestlers.

Sasha could taste the coppery taste of her own blood but that wasn't enough to shock the kid. She put on a wolfish grin, also to force her self mentally to fight down the pain but it all did went a bit too slow for Sayuri grabbed her and was able to toss Sasha against the ropes.
Sasha was on the rebound with empty lungs, or at least she thought so but the really last bit of air was driven from the kid's lungs as an ellbow hammered into her chest.
Sasha yelped as the ellbow hit her square above her right budding breast,crushing the half handful of tit between Sayuri's bone and Sasha's ribs.
This very feminine kind of pain made Sasha gasp as she dropped to her back, flat on the mat, cupping the burning tiny bump.

"Ha! Looks like I am just going to be with alone my girlfriend next Christmas."
Sayuri hated the holidays with her looser family. Her father, a politician who just screamed with his mediocrity at the world, and his prudent housewife who posed as Sayuri's mother really made her sick most of the time. That her father had paid her college and made her able to meet Barbara usually drew thze short straw when compared to Sayuri's selfishness.

After she considered the Kawaii out of the race for sure, she grabbed the ladder and placed it in the middle of the ring, taking the first steps with combat worn grace.

Sasha, still pressing a hand on her tiny breast and wishing the throbbing and burning would stop...hoisted her self to her feet. She groaned, gritting her teeth.
She then stood up and tuned toward the ladder and Sayuri.
Sasha was not sure what she was supposed to think about these rules and that match. Her father, the Major, was her biggest nightmare but also the center or her life or at least the attention and love she dreamed about.
And since losing was failure and failure was not accepted she fought every battle as hard as she did.
Sasha sucked in some air and dashed toward the ladder,trying to reach out with both of her small, strong hands for the bottom attire of Sayuri.