Tasha vs. Elena

Elena stumbled forward, falling to her knees before she caught herself. She scowled up at Tasha, "Suit yourself." This fight was beginning to take a lot out of her. And she still wasn't any closer to weakening Tasha enough that she could compete with her ground game, or even felt it worth the risk to try.

Elena wasn't used to being on the defensive. That this woman was throwing her off so much... It was frustrating and just a little bit arousing.

Elena bounded to her feet, aiming slam her forearm into Tasha's throat.

Tasha saw the look in Elena's eyes. Frustration. It caused her to smile a little bit as she watched her to get up to her feet, but but would then try to duck under the forearm, and would try to manuever behind her. If she was successful, she would reach her arms up under Elena's. She almost went up for her breasts to humiliate her in front of the crowd, but at the last second she felt the woman deserved just a little better and went to wrap her arms around her waist instead.

She would then try to lean down towards her neck. The crowd wouldn't be able to see it, but Tasha gently slid her tongue along Elena's neck before trying to nail her with a german suplex!

Elena growled, watching Tasha slide under her arm and hook her arms around her back. The lick elicited a soft sigh from Elena, but that was replaced by surprised gasp as she was lifted off of the mat and slammed into the mat in the suplex. Elena would try to roll away and get to her feet, rubbing the back of her neck, snarling at Tasha. This woman was really pissing her off, but she knew that if she was pissed off, that means she wouldn't have the control she needed to win.

Biting her lip, she would try to get to her feet and maintain a defensive stance, "You... are really pissing me off." She would hiss.

Tasha smirked a little, standing up herself and dusting herself off as she watched Elena stand back up. "Heh... whats the matter? Can't handle a little teasing?" She asked, rotating one arm while watching Elena closely, then moved back into a grappling stance.

Elena shook her head, chuckling, "No, my dear. It'd take a great deal more... teasing than you can do to rattle me." She took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure and to shake off the pain from that suplex, "I'm just... not used to how... slippery you AFW types are." She would smile, assuming a fighting stance and approaching slowly. As soon as they were near grappling reach, Elena would attempt to charge quickly, trying to slam into Tasha, grabbing her by the waist and attempting a belly-to-belly suplex of her own.

Tasha smirks a little. "Wanna bet, honey?" She said, but would go no further with it. Instead, she braced herself, and was grabbed around the waist and picked up before she could do anything, and was then slammed down to her back with a sharp cry!

With a satisfied grunt, Elena would quickly roll over and slide toward her fallen opponent, aiming to send several punches to Tasha's face.

Tasha braced herself as Elena climbed on top of her and raised her arms to block her punches, and would try to strike a straight out at her jaw at one point in her punching assault.

Tasha's fist would strike true, halting Elena's attack briefly, but her goal was not really Tasha's head. Gritting her teeth, she would try to grab Tasha's arm before the submission queen could pull it back and then try to lock it in an armbar.

Tasha wasn't expecting Elena to be waiting for her punch, and was caught in the punch.

"Ah! No!" She cried out before the hold was locked in. She clenched her teeth as she started to bend her arm back, but then she started to fight through the pain, and would slowly lift her legs up towards Elena, trying to roll onto her feet and negate the hold, and would then try to reverse Elena's submission with an armbar of her own!

"Hah!" She would shout if she got the reversal in.