Akiha Kosha Vs. Natasha Rostovik

Once Natasha got closed, Akiha sprung her trap, grabbing her ankles and bringing her down to the hard ground. She would then spread her opponent legs and stomp her right in the stomach, ignoring her opponents call for mercy, she knew that if the situation had been reversed her Russian opponent would have shown no mercy. The Japanese Crusader had wanted to go for a more sensitiveness spot but doing so would risk a disqualification, so she settled for the stomach.

Upon kick her opponent right in the gut, Akiha would be forced to let go as her Natasha twisted her legs. A cruel smile would appear on her face as she was now enjoying the sight of her opponent being in pain. After taking a second or two to enjoy it, she would then walk to her opponent side and kick her, trying to get her on her stomach. If she could manage to do so, she would then attempt to pull the foreign wrestler hair and trunks, trying to get her to her hands and knees before trying to throw her head first into the barricades. During this time the referee would continue to count the two of them out, slowly starting to get closer to the ten count.

Natasha lay there hating the fact that her rival was taking a lot of happiness in her pain. She could hear a few of the crowd members who were at the barrier urging the Japanese on to victory. which only served to make the Russian more determined. Unfortunately her body was not co-operating with her desire. The kick rolled her over and Natasha felt herself pulled by the hair. "AGGHH NEIT!" she complained again, going as far as stamping her boot in protest.

It did nothing to stop Akiha throwing her and dumping the Russian like a bag of trash. Natasha hit the barrier and ended in a heap groaning loudly. Thankfully there was still the padding on the barricade otherwise there would have been a gruesome site in this match of Natasha potentially being bust open. She managed to eventually sit upright with her head down, her brain still ringing in her head. "UGGHHHH" She had no idea where Akiha was but right now she was concerned about the count which filtered through the haze and was at FOUR now.

Natasha had to do something. She didnt want a count out, she wanted to crush this girl for Mother Russia and her heelish tactics. She flopped to her side and began pawing her way slowly to the ring, sweating hard now from the toll of the battle so far

Akiha watched as she sent her opponent right into the barricade head first. Another smile would appear on her face as she heard her opponent cry out in pain. It also felt good to see herself winning a match and dominating her opponent. She would then hear the referee make the four count and knew that she needed to get back in the ring soon otherwise they would both be disqualified.

The crimson hair wrestler would now make her way toward her Russian opponent before trying to pull her hair, trying to get her back to her feet. If she could do this, she would then attempt to grab her arm and Irish whip her right into the edge of the ring.

Natasha was in a bad way. She managed to get up to her hands and knees and was helped by Akiha to her feet. Groaning from the pain she was in, she knew she needed to do something desperate, especially with the count now at a FIVE. As she stood there, she attempted to unload a fist into Akiha's tummy, knowing it wouldnt cause a great deal of damage but it might stem the tide enough for her to break free of the Japanese wrestlers clutches so Natasha could get some distance, by flopping into the ring under the ropes and rolling as far away as possible. It would also stop the count for her, although annoyingly, she knew Akiha would be right on her.

Still, any seconds recovery she could grab would be beneficial at this stage. It wasnt however looking good for the Russian.

If this didnt work, and Akiha followed through with the whip, Natasha would be again taking severe damage to her back and would arch with a pained expression on her face as the count continued.

Akiha was now feeling great, she was now once again in control of the match and had done a good number on her foreign opponent. Yet she had no intention of stopping here, she was going to make sure that her opponent would not be putting any resistant when she would go for the pin. Moving in and getting ready to grab her foreign opponent, the Japanese crusader would suddenly gasp for air as she took several steps back as Natasha managed to hit her right in the stomach. It wasn't the most painful move but it did buy her opponent a few seconds.

She would then watch as her opponent entered the ring to put some distance between the two. The referee was still continuing the count out and Akiha needed to enter the ring, otherwise she would lose the match. Not wasting much time, she would quickly slide under the ring and attempt to quickly get up, not wanting to lose her advantage and momentum.

The strike worked and it brought Natasha some valuable seconds of recovery, at least in her mind it did, she was still aching and feeling sore from the Japanese wrestlers tactical destruction. Coming to a stop and managed to sit herself up and turned to see Akiha in the ring. The count had stopped and the Russian's heart sank a little bit because she knew she would have to find some energy to fend off Akiha, but Natasha was virtually spent.

Getting to one knee now her head slumped slightly, long sweat laden purple locks hanging lank semi covering her face. Taking deep breaths and wanted to get to her feet but just wouldnt have time. "Ugh... you will pay for zis Akiha!" she said as a final spark of defiance. Natasha knew she was done for and in some ways, using the japanese beauties name instead of an insult was a begrudging mark of respect

Akiha was annoyed that her opponent had managed to get away but she still felt she was winning this match and was in a far better position than her opponent. Not wasting any time she quickly hurried and entered the ring, ending the count. She would quickly get to her feet and look at her opponent who was now on one knee. It seemed that the foreign wrestler was now spent and had no energy left, though Akiha was also feeling tired as well, though she seemed to be in better condition.

She would then hear her opponent state a few words. “Actions speak louder than words.” stated Akiha in response to her opponent before she would move in, trying to close the distance between the two. If she could do so, she would then attempt to jump in the air and wrap her legs around the Russian wrestler head. The Japanese Crusader would try to then pull back and flip her opponent to the ground, that was if she could get her legs around her opponent.

Natasha could hear the words of Akiha and they hurt more than any punch or slam she had taken, these attacked her pride. But she had to concede that the Japanese wrestler had pushed her to the limit. She got to her feet in readiness for the next wave of moves that Akiha no doubt had planned. She wasn't expecting the Japanese girl to still be so agile and found that her head was between Akiha's thighs. Although her rival was in this sense a clean wrestler who didnt seem to resort to erotic attacks, it was a position that stirred emotions in the Russian

In the blink of an eye, Natasha's world turned upside down and she came crashing to the canvas with a THUD as Akiha flipped her with a textbook head-scissor takedown. Bouncing a little on landing did nothing for Natasha who lay on the canvas now breathing heavily and wincing. She was done and the crowd knew it as much as her rival

Resorting to her native language Natasha mumbled something in Russian which few could understand, but it was not likely to be something suitable for TV as she lay there trying to urge her body to respond to her desire to get up.

Charging in, Akiha managed to wrap her legs around her opponent before falling back and launching her down to the ground. She would then hear the impact noise as her larger opponent landed on the ground. The crimson hair wrestler would turn around and hear her opponent mumble something as she saw her opponent lay on the ground. A smile would appear on her face, glad to see her opponent was in such a state.

In Akiha mind, she felt it was time to end this match. She would get back on her feet, and then start to make her way towards her foreign opponent. As she got close she would attempt a stomp on her opponent head, just to make sure she stayed stunned. If she managed to do so, she would then attempt to start pulling her opponent hair, trying to get Natasha on her feet. If the attempt was successful, Akiha would then place her head in between her opponent legs before trying to lift her up and set up her finisher, Plunder.

The Russian could see Akiha cast her shadow over her body and even though she really wanted to get up and unload a forearm into the Japanese girls face, she was completely spent and lay there. "UUGNNN..." she gave a moan as the stomp sent her brain rattling in her head, already tried and sore, now she had dizzy to content with. It was fair easy for Akiha to pull Natasha up by the hair and the Russian pawed at the girls arm but there was no stopping her.

Suuddenly Natasha found her world go upside down once again, just like the hurricanrana, only this time she never hit the canvas. She was hung over Akiha's back with the blood rushing to her head, which made her blink a few times in a dazed state. Either side of her head were Akiha's thighs and it dawned on the Russian she was in serious trouble.

"UGNNNNN.... niet... stop..." she asked, for all the good it would do. Time seemed to stand still as she awaited Akiha to finish her. The Russian could do little about the hold now, she could barely concentrate let alone make a counter. Her long purple hair hung down like a carpet brushing the canvas