Amy meets Natasha

Natasha smirked slightly at her words and accepted the lockup. From there, she would try and overpower Amy and force her downwards, trying to push the girl to her knees, going as far as to taunt her slightly during the grapple, trying to pull that competitive spirit out a bit more. "Really then...well, in that case, you have yet to lift me up over your head, you know.."

Amy grit her teeth as Natasha was both using her strength and her height to her advantage this time, and ended up falling to one knee, losing the struggle with her. "Grrh.... darn it..." She muttered under her breath as she was feeling weak compared to this woman now.

From there, Natasha would let go of one of her arms and send a hard downward chop down towards her neck to daze her, then go to shove her head between her thighs, going to grab her bottoms and try to lift her up onto her shoulders, trying to set the girl up for a powerbomb, and if Amy didn't fight back or counter, she would indeed slam her straight down to the mat.

Amy yelped as she was chopped in the neck, and hung her head, wincing at the burning pain in her neck before her head was shoved in between her thighs. She clenched her teeth in frustration before trying to work her feet under her, and if successful, she'd try to dig deep, and yelled loudly with effort as she clung on to Natasha's legs, and would try to lift her up off her feet, and flip her over onto her back.

"rrrrrRRRAAHHHH!!!!" She would cry in effort while trying to lift her, and if she managed to dump her over, she would stagger forward from her body being temporarily drained, but would have the satisfaction of lifting her opponent up in one of the ways that required the most effort.

Natasha's powerbomb attempt was countered by Amy's sudden reversal, the russian landing flat on her back and staring upwards, trying to figure out what had just happened. After a moment she started to rise back up to her feet, looking a bit out of it herself from the wild throw of Amy's.

"Hah..hah... yesss..." She said while clinging the top rope. It had took a lot out of her, however she had did it, and couldn't be more proud of herself.

Natasha tried to creep up on Amy as she rested on the ropes, throwing her arms around her waist and leaning in to whisper into her ear softly. "Yes, but at what cost, comrade..?" From there, she would try and lift Amy up and nail her with one big backdrop.

Amy blinked when Natasha grabbed her around the waist, and suddenly lifted her up and over in a german suplex!

"Huughh!" She groaned, her body still a bit drained as her back was slammed into the mat. "Damn it..."

At this point, Natasha would decide it was try and bring an end to Amy while she was still worn out and weakened, or at the very least try to deplete as much of her remaining stamina as she could. She would go to grab one of Amy's legs and flip her onto her back, then fall forwards so she was lying beside of Amy, stretching her leg upwards, hugging it close to her body and wrapping her legs tight around it to help add pressure. This was, in fact, her infamous rolling leg lock she used as a finisher, and she was quite hoping that it would be enough to wear Amy the rest of the way down.

Amy panted softly, laying down for a few seconds before trying to get up to her feet. She was stopped, however, as Natasha caught her in her leg lock. She cried out as she was stretching her leg out pretty far, and wasn't very flexible, unfortunately.

This match wasn't on record, nor would it mean anything to each other's ratings if either lost, still, Amy chose to be stubborn and hold out on the submission. "Yaahhhhh!! Rnnnghh.." She grit her teeth, trying to bear with the pain while attempting to use her arms to crawl towards the ropes.