Emily Nelson vs Natasha Han

Elated, Emily rolled back to her feet, satisfied that she was making a good impression so far in her first AFW match. Seeing Natasha getting up, Emily ran up to her, moving to slide an arm around her head for a frontal headlock, while using her free arm to grab the back of her thigh. If she was successful in this, then she'd tilt back, suplexing the Russian hard onto her back.

As Natasha rose, she felt Emily sliding in close to her and grabbing her for the suplex. Before the pink-haired woman could lift her up though, she would try to bury her fist deep into Emily's gut, hoping to catch her off-guard enough to stop her suplex.

"OOOOPH!" Emily grunted as Natasha's fist slammed against her midsection, sending her doubling over so that her cheek rested against Natasha's shoulder. Winded, Emily tried to return the favour, shooting a knee up into Natasha's midsection before releasing her and stepping back to catch her breath.

Natasha's body shuddered as she felt Emily's knee driving itself into her stomach. The Russian stepped back as well, taking in a deep breath, raising her gaze back towards Emily. She grinned, despite her pain, gazing into the woman's eyes again.

"You are quite tough..." She began, quite enjoying the exchanges between herself and her opponent so far. "We will be seeing if you are tough enough though..."

Emily grinned back at the Russian as she caught her breath. "Tough enough t' make you tap, Han," she replied, gazing back at Natasha.

Without a further word, she would charge Natasha, moving to grab her by the arm and slam another kick into her midsection before whipping her across the ring.

"Not likely..." Natasha muttered back at her.

As Emily charged in and tried to grab her arm, Natasha would try to grab back at her, trying to whip her towards the ropes instead before her kick could smash into her midsection.

Emily was stunned as Natasha reversed her move. Hitting the ropes, she found herself barely able to spin around as she came running back to Natasha...

...and right into Natasha's waiting arms she came. The Russian quickly scooped her off her feet, going for a mighty powerslam, dropping her hard into the mat with her own body landing atop of Emily's. She lied there a moment atop the woman, taking a deep breath before moving to try and mount her, sliding into her lap as she reached for Emily's long hair. She would snatch a tight handful of it, going to jerk the Scotswoman up into a sitting position. She was hoping she could work her into a frontal headlock before she had recovered too much from her slam, but this early into the match it was still anyone's guess whether she could pull it off or not...

Emily didn't have time to counter before Natasha grabbed her and slammed her down hard, a jolt of pain shooting through her body as she was momentarily crushed between the mat and her shapely opponent. Stunned, Emily lay groaning on the mat, only barely feeling Natasha's fingers in her hair as she was dragged to a sitting position, and it was only when the other woman's arm was squeezing tightly around her head that she was brought back to reality. Gasping, Emily grabbed at Natasha's arms, still woozy from the power slam, breathing through clenched teeth as she struggled.

Natasha grit her teeth as she felt Emily grabbing at her arm. She didn't want to let the woman go, not while she had her in a position like this. A sharp growl passed through her teeth as she tried to tighten her arm around her, wrenching her headlock once good time to try and cause a little extra pain to Emily. She pulled her closed, squeezing as tight as she could with the woman pulling at her, her body pressed close to Emily's own shapely form.

"Not...likely..." She would say again, forcing the words from her mouth as she worked Emily with the simple hold, giving her a second wrench as she sat there in her lap.