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

Natasha froze, partially in fear and partially in panic, as she felt Radmilla's legs suddenly slipping around her, restraining her in place. Her cheeks began to tint red, the hints of a blush, as the giant woman began to rub those thighs against her, rubbing them against Natasha's midsection. This was humiliating. No, it was more then that. It was pathetic. The red-haired woman was making Natasha look and feel completely helpless, completely worthless. She had to fight back. She had to get free and she had to do it now.

Before she could make any attempt at an escape though, Radmilla began to flex those tree trunk legs, starting to crush Natasha between them. Unable to stop herself from crying out, a loud, long moan of pain escaped from Natasha's lips, the Russian going limp between the legs of the bigger woman. She was trapped, completely and utterly, and couldn't think of a single way to stop Radmilla from grinding her to dust with those legs, not even seeming like she was exerting any effort as she squeezed Natasha between them.

For Radmilla, this was increasingly less of a wrestling match and more of a leisurely moment of relaxation. With the toned and smooth belly of the lovely Natasha between her thighs, the big woman slowly flexed harder and harder, gorgeous thighs turning into a pair of fallen pillars and Natasha the foolhardy explorer who was now trapped between them. She was flexing in response but Radmilla loved that. That small flicker of resistance she loved to rub and squeeze, seeing it sink back defeated into its body as the trapped woman slowly gave in to the curshing jaws of defeat. It just felt good, psychologically and physically; after all her toned side was pressing against her waist.

After one last squeeze, Radmilla released her and moved up to the woman. She picked her up forcefully by the back of her neck, looking over her before shoving her to mat again with a thud. Without further ado, she walked up to the tunbuckle and began to climb. The crowd had an idea of what was coming and it was going to be very heavy.

A shadow fell over Natasha as the entirety of the nearly seven foot Czech fell from above, limbs all spread although her hands were in front of her, ready to hit the mat first. Right afterwards, her hard and flexing body would utterly squash Natasha between her and the mat, hard belly and mountainous breasts squishing her into a flat-chested and breathless paste!

Natasha breathed a soft sigh of relief, as Radmilla released her, but her relief was short lived. Once more she was pulled up to her feet, only for the larger woman to shove her right back down again. She hit the mat hard, rolling over onto her back, her arms spread wide as her breath grew even more ragged. She stared upwards, the Russian woman momentarily at a loss as she tried to straighten up her head, tried to get her thoughts in order, trying to think of a way to turn this match back around.

As the moments passed by though, without Radmilla continuing her assault, Natasha began to wonder where she was. It wasn't until she noticed the cheering of the crowd as the redhead climbed up the turnbuckle that she realized what was happening, and knew she only had moments to react.

Without even thinking about it, acting purely on instinct, Natasha drew her knees up above her, just in time to see Radmilla falling towards her. She closed her eyes, dreading the impact but knowing that if Radmilla dropped onto her raised knees, it would go a long way in helping her turn this back around.

Evenw with abs many joked were naturally armour, the knees to her gut hurt.

The impact rocked her like a hurricane, sending an explosion of pain throughout her belly and up her spine. A loud cry, free from her usual charisma, blasted out and Natasha's knees would likely buckle from the raw impact. Radmilla rolled off onto the mat with a dull thud, slowly curling up to nurse her devastated abdomen.

She'd gotten cocky, just like how Aniek had warned her. Now, she was paying for it. Unable to even crawl away, she tried to at least get on her knees, one hand cupping her stomach and another pushing off the ground. She huffed like an angry bull and was getting up about as steadily as one half-stabbed to death.

As much as that had seemed to hurt Radmilla, Natasha was in a fair amount of her own pain, too. Even though she had stopped from getting squashed by the giant woman, the impact of her body coming down upon her knees had still hurt like hell, a shock of pain rushing through her legs at the moment of impact. That had hurt, and Natasha knew she would be feeling it for a few days to come, but it was much better then the alternative.

She rolled over onto her side as Radmilla dropped to the mat, curling up to hold her own legs for a moment, watching the redhead out of the corner of her eye. She was down. This was good. Natasha just had to try and capitalize on it. She rubbed each of her knees a moment more, then took a deep breath, rolling over and starting to push herself upwards, trying to get back up to her feet. She was shaky, but she was once again wearing a grin. She knew she could finish turning this around. All she had to do was get back up before Radmilla did, and even though she was shaky and still in a great deal of pain, she knew she could make up first.

She hoped she could, anyway. She wasn't sure what she would do if Radmilla beat her, and started her assault again. It was best not to think about those things, though.

Radmilla knew that she was vulnerable now. Barely able to hold herself up, she was forced to alternate between crawling along the ropes and holding on to them for support. If Natasha could stand, even if she was injured, it meant she could put up more of a fight than her. She was still struggling to pull her shoulders above even the second rope, arm muscles flexing to support her weight.

She did have to say, Natasha had gotten her good. Throwing her hair about, she pushed aside a grimace for a short smile.

"You're tougher than I thought..." She panted as she began to go from a crawl into a hobble, half-standing upwards. "Don't think you can escape my press forever though..."

That was more of a vague prediction than an accurate foretelling of what would be next. Oh she'd love to have Natasha trapped beneath her but opportunities didn't come easy.

<Heh...did I not tell you?> Natasha asked Radmilla, still in her native tongue, as she finally managed to forced herself up to her feet. <I fought a bear woman once. Very strong, very dangerous. I won, of course.> She still looked shaky, but seeing Radmilla hobbling along helped to invigorate her, the Russian knowing that she could handle this. <If I can defeat a bear woman, I can defeat you...>

Once she was standing again, she watched Radmilla for a moment, just just a mere moment, before decided what to do. She was still hurting, but she had to press her advantage. With another quick, deep breath, she suddenly went charging towards the larger woman. She was still shaky though, and not moving as fast as she usually would, but it was still a fairly quick charge. She came in straight towards her, raising her knee upwards towards the side of Radmilla's head as she closed in on the redhead. It was reckless, and she knew that if this connected, she'd be feeling it just as much as Radmilla would be, but it would be worth it to her, just so long as she could keep Radmilla from regaining any ground.

"I am more than a mere bear..." She replied, looking down for a moment. Those knees felt like they were still stuck in her stomach like a phantom bruise. She felt barely ready to stand up and be able to withstand the pain but unfortunately for her, Natasha wasn't inerested in seeing where that could lead.

When Radmilla looked up, a knee flew towards her skull and sent her down onto the mat. She'd taken many hard knocks before but already in pain, now she had two painful hot spots to worry about! She was still near the ropes agains which she was blindly grabbing with a hand. She turned around hazily, trying to throw simple kick at Natasha. It wasn't so much to seriously harm her as much as to get in some degree of hurt and hopefully push her away, even if momentarily.

Natasha reeled a few steps back, as her knee made contact with Radmilla's skull, the shock of the impact surging through her leg. Her knees already weren't feeling the best after having the giant drop on them, and that had only caused the pain to deepen. Still though, it was a sacrifice Natasha was willing to make. After all, it had worked, dropping Radmilla to the mat. She just needed to follow it up, keep the woman from regaining any steam.

She moved back in towards her, intending to attack again as the redhead rose up, but as she neared Radmilla, that kick came straight towards her, hitting her right in her midsection. The Russian stumbled back from the larger woman, letting out a hiss as she grabbed for her stomach, shaking her head from one side to the other.

<Fine, then. We'll play it your way. Get back up! Come on!> she yelled towards Radmilla, deciding to go back onto the defensive for the moment. The woman seemed to still have plenty of fight in her, and Natasha wasn't willing to tangle with that head on just yet. She gave her stomach a pat and raised her arms up, watching Radmilla warily. She yelled at her again, her voice seeming harder, colder, as she urged the giant to get back into the fight. <Prove that you are more then just a bear! Bring it on!>

Radmilla pushed herself off of the ropes, slamming down her feet to stabilize. Even the crowd seemed to shake, ever entranced by her raw power and beauty. The pain in her body was dulling with the arising of determination, beating back the spectre of anger within. A mistake yes, one that had now taken away a guaranteed victory but she knew it was time to show she was a creature of finesse as much as power. Walking closer, she threw out and flexed her arms; it was go time.

"Can you hold back the avalanche?" she spoke in Czech.

Radmilla surged forwards, using her strength for a burst of speed. She'd stop a notable distance from her target but it was long enough for her powerful slicing kick to still reach Natasha's side! If it missed she would use the momentum to carry her around, attempting to sidestep and keep herself in a position for offence!