Emily Nelson vs Natasha Han

"Feh--" Emily grunted, feeling Natasha hanging to the ropes. Turning, she would press close to Natasha's back, trying to slide her arms around Natasha's to trap them under her own armpits. If this succeeded in breaking Natasha's hold on the ropes, Emily would then drop back, hoping to slam her head or back-first into the mat.

Natasha was in a bad state. Emily's holds had managed to wear her down pretty well, and that knee had done a decent number on her as well.

So! When Emily slipped behind her, their bodies pressed close to each other's, she couldn't do much. Emily's arms would easily slip around her and break her grip on the ropes. The next thing the Russian knew, she was being hauled off her feet and through the air, ending up slammed hard on her back on the mat.

"Urrghh..." Natasha's eyes began to close, lying there fairly weakly now, her limbs outstretched as she tried to shake off that powerful slam.

Landing on her butt, Emily instinctively rolled, dropping across Natasha's prone body to cover her for the pin. Hooking one of Natasha's shapely legs, Emily held her breath as the ref girl dropped next to them and began the countdown.

"One..."

A gentle moan passed Natasha's lips as she felt Emily pressing down on her, lifting one of her nearly-naked legs for her pin.

"Two!" the referee shouted. It looked like Emily might have the win here, but then...

Just as the ref lifted her hand for the third count, Natasha suddenly jerked her body hard, breaking the pin. She wasn't done yet at all! The Russian still had more fight in her, and wasn't going to let this end yet, not at all.

Emily sat up, brushing her hair out of her face. In all honesty, she'd expected...and perhaps hoped...that Natasha wouldn't let herself be pinned yet. Rolling Natasha onto her front, Emily would move to sit on the other girl's back, hoping to grab one of Natasha's boots by the heel to fold it back into a boston crab.

Part of Natasha was hoping Emily would give her a moment to recover after she broke the pin. The rest of her knew how bloody stupid a thought that was. When Emily went to roll her over and positioned herself on her back, it didn't surprise her at all.

She wasn't just going to lie there and let Emily put her into the hold though, oh no. As Emily leaned down to grab at her boot, she threw her opposite leg straight up, trying to knock Emily in the face with a sort of heel kick, hopefully getting the woman off of her.

To Emily's surprise, Natasha's boot heel thudded into her jaw, slamming her teeth together and sending pain shooting through her skull. The Scotswoman was pitched off of Natasha's back, rolling onto her side and clutching her hurting jaw right now. The fact that it was her mouth that had been hit was the only thing that was preventing her from unleashing a tirade of unladylike curses right now. "Ffffffnnnnnnnnnn...."

Natasha quickly pushed up to her hands and knees as Emily rolled off her. She knew this might be her only chance, she had to turn things back around on Emily.

She crawled after her quick, coming up behind her as the woman clutched at her jaw. She went to grab for her hair, trying to sharply pull her up into a sitting position, where she would try to throw an arm around her neck for a quick, tight sleeper hold.

Emily was taken by surprise as Natasha suddenly dragged her up into a sitting position. Before she could react, Natasha's arm had swung around her throat, locking her tightly in a sleeper. The Scotswoman gasped as Natasha's arm pressed tightly against her neck, restricting her breathing. Her legs kicked fitfully at the mat as she grabbed at Natasha's arm, rasping as she tried to pry the Russian's arm loose.

Natasha tightened her arm despite Emily's prying, trying to wear her down with the sleeper. She didn't plan on holding her like this for long though; in fact, already she started to drag Emily up to her feet using this hold.

Once the two of them were standing back up, she quickly gave Emily a jerk towards each side, then released her sleeper. She stepped neatly to the side of Emily, snaking her arm around her body, where she suddenly tried to hook her leg as well, Natasha trying to drive her back into the mat with a quick Russian leg sweep, as only a true Russian could do.