England vs Russia - Lizzie meets Natassja

As Natasha reached for Lizzie's hand, she would be struck hard by the low blow, her eyes going wide in total shock.

"Wh...what the.."

She gasped softly, and dropped down to the mat, reaching in pain towards her crotch and rolling onto her back. When she saw Trinity standing there, her face would be covered in a look of shock and confusion, as if she couldn't belive she would be attacked like that.

Lizzie grinned like a devil shark and nodded at trinity.

"We're gonna teach this commie git that we don't appreciate her Marxist spawn around here. Come on, Trin!"

Lizzie gets up and reaches for Natassja's arm hoping Trintiy helps her with a double team Irish whip into the corner where they could hopefully pummel her good.

Trin grinned back to the loud boos from the crowd. Even though it was the sound of disapproval, Trin liked it. She took the Russian's other arm and helped Lizzie irish whip her foe as hard as she could towards the corner. If Natasha landed back-first, Trin would rush in and jump onto the second turnbuckle, putting her knee into Natasha's face...

Natasha would be slammed pretty hard into the corner, giving a loud cry and reaching for her back...however, she would almost instantly be struck by the knee to her face afterwards, her nose starting to ooze with blood from the force of the impact, the tall Russian dropping towards the mat, holding tight onto one of the ropes.

Lizzie walks up to Trinity slapping her back on a job well done and then starts stomping away at Natssja. At one point she would go for the face wipe, scraping her foot harshly across Natassja's face a few times.

Trin giggled as she watched Lizzie work the downed Russian over. To add to the humiliation and pain, Trin would walk over towards Nat's legs and place her boot on the girl's crotch, beginning to grind the tread into it with a sinister smile across her black lips...

Lizzie's stomps would knock Natasha fully into the corner, the Russian's body thrasing as she would hit by the hard blows, her head jerking to the side as Lizzie's foot met her face. She would start to try and get up, to try and fight back, only to let a rugged scream pass her lips as she felt Trinity grinding her foot against her crotch, the thin material of her wrestling gear doing little to protect her from the attack.

Lizzie stood back, hands on her hips and barked out a cruel laughter like a flock of ravens.

"Hold her down Trinity. Let's import his Russian cow back to her country of origin!"

She would go outside to fetch a steel chair.

Trin nodded to her partner and grabbed Natasha's ankle, pulling her away from the corner and to the center of the ring. The goth girl got down and straddle the Russian's chest, placing her knees and shins across her biceps to keep them pinned to the mat. To taunt and humiliated her, the dark goth would slap Natasha violently and laugh at her. "Shouldn't be messing with Lizzie, bitch." she commented and then flicked the Russian's nose before slapping her once again...

Natasha would kick and flail a bit, but Trinity would be able to get her to the center of the ring, pinning her down and leaving her completely helpless to her slapping attacks. Natasha shrieked with each hit, her breath growing quick as her mind raced to think of a way out of this situation, her lovely, round chest heaving up and down with each long breath, but alas...she was trapped, completely at the mercy of the two girls...