England vs Russia - Lizzie meets Natassja

Lizzie was breathing heavily and starting to run low. The Russian woman had thwarted her two finishers and she was running out of trick. She alshed out at Natssja with a chop as she was pulled up but the blow was kind of weak and lackluster and could be dealt with.

Natasha was also breathing a bit hard, Lizzie having done a number on her so far despite her best efforts. However, she was far from done yet, and ready to give the brit girl some payback.

As Lizzie went to chop at her, Natasha would easily raise an arm to deflect the worthless blow, then follow up by lunging forward with a knee to her gut.

Lizzie gave a strangled yell and buckled from the force of the Russian's knee in her gut.

Natasha would then go to shove her angrily onto the mat, grabbing her leg and falling forward so she was lying beside of Lizzie, her arms and legs wrapped tight around the leg, bending it upwards, nearly into a split. It was Natasha's finisher, a sort of rolling leg lock,and she would smile coldly at Lizzie as she tried to lock it in.

Lizzie's eyes went wide as her long leg was locked into the rolling leg lock hold. She gasped tightly as she felt the first electric shock of pain well up inside her. She would desperately reach over to natassja's face as if hoping to gouge or eyejab her to get out of it but by this point, her energy had been sapped and there was probably not much she could do before Natassja tightened the hold.

Natasha yelled a startled yell as her eye was jabbed by the punk girl, but the pain would just cause her to tighten up her hold, bending Lizzie's leg back harder.

"Give it up, comrade! It's over, ya!"

Lizzie let out a brief but loud strangled scream like a cat being run through a spaghetti twister and then grit her teeth fiecrely, eyes tightly shut as she flung her free arm off to the side and slapped the mat angrily as she tapped out.

Natasha smirks and holds onto her leg for a moment more, before letting it go and climbing back up to her feet, breathing hard but otherwise smiling at her win. She walked slowly around the ring, raising up her hands in victory over Lizzie, then turns to her and smiles, extending a hand to help her up. "Not a bad match, comrade. You are pretty strong, you know? Not as much as I am, it seems, though."

Lizzie scowled up at Natassja. She made to raise her hand slowly for she knew that her friend trinity was coming any second now and this might just distract this dumb Russian bear.

Trinity slipped into the ring quietly, upset that she wasn't out there to perhaps turn the tide of the match in Lizzie's favor, but she wasn't about to miss the opportunity to perhaps help Lizzie get some revenge. She noticed Lizzie very slowly bringing her hand up to take the Russian's and when she did take her hand, Trinity struck. She slipped her arm between Natasha's legs from behind and if the goth was quick enough, would try to low blow her...