Natasha Han vs. Radmilla Horacek ~Heavy Accents Are A Go!~

Natasha lied there on the mat, taking a moment to fully appreciate the power behind Radmilla's body slam. The larger woman didn't seem to be pressing her advantage, so Natasha wasn't going to hurry back up. She could afford a moment a catch the breath that the big slam had taken out of her.

<Never>, Natasha found herself calling back out at Radmilla again, as she started to sit up, shaking her head as she began to make her way up to her feet. <That would be insulting, yes?> She looked shaky as she got back up, just a tiny bit, but it wasn't seeming to affect the Russian much. She had taken bigger hits before, and she knew now, she knew she could beat Radmilla. The woman was strong, but Natasha knew how to handle strength. She just wanted to feel Radmilla strength for herself before she got serious.

Once she was back up on her feet and standing steady, she flashed the redhead a smile, then lunged in after her. With the Czech leaning against the ropes, Natasha thought she made a perfect target. She came in quick, launching her fists up towards the woman's face, a quick volley of jabs that she hoped would catch Radmilla off of her guard.

Radmilla had taken to admiring her stunned handiwork, something that she knew the crowd would pick up on and cause to see her as more of a conceited, somewhat vain woman. Not that such an image was entirely false yet she knew that an imposing reputation could give her a psychological edge. However, it did have its downsides.

She was about to offer a few snide words and prepare to strike again when the risen Natasha decided to make good ont the latter. Just as she was getting off the ropes, a barrage of fistcuffs flew right at her head. Radmilla was able to dodge the first and block the second, but the third, fourth, fifth, and onwards had better success. Fists glanced off fists and rammed into the side and forehead, a few landing right on the cheeks. She didn't remember Natasha being THAT good of a striker!

The boxing match was going horizontal as Radmilla attempted to back away far enough for her to send a sweeping kick into the side of her knees. If she couldn't outgun her with punches, she could simply take out the foudnations she stood upon.

Truthfully, Natasha wasn't that good of a striker. She was hoping more that the suddenness of her assault and the fact that Radmilla was up against the ropes would help her, letting her get in a few good hits to keep Radmilla's guard down before she went in for a real attack on the woman. It felt good, though, the feeling of her fists smashing repeatedly into Radmilla's face, her forehead and her cheeks. Every blow was a step closer to bringing down the giant, and Natasha wasn't going to complain about that!

She took a small step back, rearing up for one more big blow up towards Radmilla's chin, when suddenly the Czech's leg came sweeping up, smashing right into the Russian's knees. Natasha let out a startled cry, wavering for just a moment before dropping shakily to her knees, then falling forward onto her hands as well. She had been caught by surprise, and for the moment she was open to Radmilla's next attack.

Another dreaded headshot was coming but Radmilla had saved herself from it by sending Natasha onto her knees, almost toppling over. Even better, she was right in front of the Czech goddess. Wasting no time, she leaned down and wrapped her arms around her torso, attmpting to lift her up into an upside down hugging position, Natasha's back pressing against her front. If she was successful, she would attempt to shortly toss her up near her shoulder and fall backwards, sending her crashing back-first into the mat!

Natasha knew she couldn't stay there on her hands and knees in front of Radmilla. She was too open for a followup from the bigger woman. She started to push herself upwards, but unfortunately for her she was only serving to help her opponent. She felt herself push right up into Radmilla's arms, and before she could do anything to stop her, the Czech was lifting her right up into the air.

She marveled inwardly for a brief moment, as Radmilla lifted her up, pressing her body-to-body against her. The woman's strength was impressive, very impressive. She had lifted up Natasha like she was absolutely nothing! It had been too long since Natasha had fought a woman like her. She needed to get her act together and get a real offense going if she hoped to defeat her.

Before she could continue with this train of thought though, Radmilla began to fall back, tossing Natasha upwards as she went. Into the air the Russian went, and back down to the mat she fell. She back slammed against the canvas, Nat's body jerking as she struck the mat. Once again, it seemed like Radmilla had pulled ahead of her, leaving the smaller woman writhing on the mat near her.

The resounding slam made the mat shake and quiver as if terrified of the power expressed. Radmilla didn't need to raise her head to see the wild faces on the crowd, many of which were already drawing dire predictions a mere twelve or so minutes into the match's beginning. The face of Radmilla, one part lustrous and in control, the other fiery eyed and full of desire, watched the downed woman like a hawk. She wasn't going to stay down there forever though.

Grabbing under her shoulders, Radmilla roughly lifted her onto her feet, keeping her backside pressed up against her. Taking a few steps back until they were near the centre of the ring, she moved one leg over Natasha's and her torso under one of her arms. Her own strong arm helped to press against Natasha's and she flexed her stomach proudly, catching the poor Russian in a torturous abdominal stretch. Deliberately she attempted to fully straighten her spine and cause the skin of the Russian to go taut and white, trying to make it clear that this would be the consequences for attempting to defy this living goddess.

Maybe she shouldn't have been so confident that she could beat Radmilla. Maybe she shouldn't have taken things so lightly in the beginning. Either way, Natasha was starting to really feel the pressure from the bigger woman. Up to her feet she was pulled by Radmilla, the Czech yanking her up with no effort at all. Natasha strained a little, squirming in her hold, but she was still out of it from hitting the mat so fast and so hard. Within mere moments, the Russian was tangled up into the abdominal stretch, her body straining as Radmilla began to straighten up, stretching her tight with her hold.

"Nn...ahh! A-ahh!" Natasha began to cry out, her face twisting up in pain, in pure suffering, as Radmilla went to work on her. It didn't feel good at all, feeling the full extent of Radmilla's strength as she stretched Natasha out, but even more then that, it was embarrassing. It felt humiliating to feel herself trapped like this, unable to do anything against the pure might of the larger woman. There wasn't much she could do at the moment though to stop her, other then trying her best to withstand the hold, and hope that she could find the focus to try and make an escape attempt. For now though, finding that focus was looking to be pretty damn hard.

Radmilla's lips made the smallest of smirks and for all her visible physical prowess, she was careful to make few signs of effort. Her muscles showed but they were not shaking or inflated - steely and admirable, but relaxed in direct contrast to the poor woman being twisted like a tree branch against an ungiving knee. Radmilla pressed her belly up further, a seemingly innocent move that would put even more strain on the helpless woman's stomach, drawing more cheers from the crowd. Some of Aphrodite Productions' fans must have moved here - a few of the raised boards had her name right on them.

She certainly wasn't going to disappoint them. She would finally release the poor woman, desiring to see her writhe before she would prepare her next move. Pacing around, she looked equal parts stately and carnal. Increasingly, Natasha looked like less of an opponent to her and more of a ceremonial offering. The central European goddess' hunger was slowly creeping further through her veins as her first match was going swimmingly well.

As Radmilla let her go, Natasha fell to the mat in front of the woman, lying there with eyes closed, with breath ragged. Radmilla's strength was insane. Natasha's entire body was already feeling like it had been run completely through hell, and the match had barely even started!

She needed to get away. She needed to get some space between herself and this monster of a woman. She needed to clear her head and shake off some of her pain, get her head back in the game. Opening her eyes, she started to push up to her hands and knees, shaking her head as she tried to start crawling away, focused on trying to get away and back up to her feet.

"You're so beautiful when you crawl..."

The haunting voice was followed up by a leg working its way under her tummy. Another went over her back. As powerful as Radmilla's thighs looked, she wasn't flexing them. She did squeeze lightly but it wasn't to crush; no, like an diner sampling her food, she rubbed her thighs up and down, getting a good feel for Natasha's abdominal region, helplessly restraining her.

Laying sideways, head up on a palm, she looked utterly relaxed. One could go so far as to say she was posing, letting the crowd see the whole length of her divine body and the lesser one she now had trapped. Smiling, those thighs started to flex. Softness gave way to a muscled power, as if muscle had turned to stone.

Her legs shook as she began to crush Natasha's body between her mighty pillars, going for a long and hard crushing squeeze, all the while keeping that calmly nonchalant facial expression.