Amy meets Natasha

As Amy started to pull Natasha up, the russian would try to wrap an arm around one of her legs, attempting to yank it out from under Amy and send her onto her back. If this was pulled off, Nat would keep a tight hold on said leg and try to flip Amy over to try and work that leg into a single boston crab.

Amy wasn't prepared for Natasha's move, and ended up getting her leg grabbed, falling to her back. She let out a grunt as she hit the mat, and tried to fight her off as Natasha rolled her over and locked in the half crab.

"Nrrgh..."

Natasha leaned back with Amy's leg, hugging it close to herself as she applied more pressure, looking back and down at Amy. "Surely a simple move like this does not have you beat, I hope?"

She groans as Natasha continues to keep the hold on her, and then tries to grab at the mat with both hands before trying to fling her legs forward, hoping to power out of the move.

Natasha was unexpecting of the sudden surge of strength through Amy's legs, and found herself being forced away from her opponent. She turns back around to face her with a smile, motioning at her to get back on her feet.

Amy shook her head before trying to get back up to her feet. She stood up and turned around to face Natasha, smiling back at her, and shifted into her grappling position once more, ready to continue.

Natasha moved in, accepting Amy's second grapple, pushing against her again and trying to back her towards a corner.

Amy grits her teeth as she tries to push Natasha back, but instead goes back a step or two. She then falls to her back before she falls into a corner, holding on to Natasha's hands and tried to clamp her legs around her waist, trying to squeeze her tight. "Hah!"

Natasha was pulled down atop Amy, crying out as she felt the girl's legs close in around her waist. "Ahh!"

She would start to struggle to try and get her hands free from Amy's grip, then try to grab at her legs in an attempt to pry them open to free herself.

Amy grit her teeth, trying to hold on to Natasha's hands, but she lost her grip after a small struggle, and instead started to focus a lot more on squeezing her legs together, crushing down on her waist. She refused to let go of the move, and would start twisting her body left and right to really grind the move into her waist.