Natasha Han Vs. Emily Nelson ~ Second Meeting

Natasha grinned back towards Emily. "It is not my fault I am so much bigger and stronger than the little idol girls that ran around the Wrestle Angels." She started to circle back around Emily, watching her closely. "If they would be more into the wrestling and not so much the idoling, they would not have much to be intimidated by." Her smile then deepened at Emily's next words. "The same to you. I could not be asking for a better partner."

When Emily finally motioned for the lockup, Natasha gave her a nod, and lunged in towards the Scotswoman, ready to take her head on in the grapple. She grabbed for Emily's arms, digging her feet into the mat, her own muscles flexing as she pushed against Emily, vying for any kind of advantage over the woman she could get.

As Natasha came lunging in, Emily braced herself, but still found herself staggering back a few steps as Natasha crashed against her. Gritting her teeth, Emily dug her heels into the mat as her arms locked in against the Russian's. The two of them pushed and twisted against each other, pitting strength against strength. Emily breathed through clenched teeth as she shifted her weight against Natasha, her head resting against her opponent's shoulder.

Slowly but surely, though, Emily felt herself being pushed back, one step after another. Shutting one eye, she leaned in a little closer to Natasha, her chest pressing against the other girl's as she fought against her impressive strength, a bead of sweat trailing down her forehead.

Natasha body was covered in a wet layer of sweat by this point; as she pressed up closer to Emily, she could feel the warm moisture between the two of them. She leaned closer against Emily, feeling the woman's chest pressing against her own, and for a very brief moment, her thoughts danced back to the conversation they had just had about hentai matches. A soft chuckle passed through the Russian's lips, thinking it funny for a moment, before turning her focus back to Emily.

With each step she was able to shove Emily back with, she felt stronger and stronger, thinking she had this round in the bag already. She usually knew better than to be so overconfident, but she was enjoying herself, losing herself in the fun spar with her friend and rival. She kept pushing against Emily, one step at a time, trying to force her back and into the corner of the training ring, up against the turnbuckle post.

Emily was breathing hard at this point as she struggled against Natasha, pitting her strength against the Russian's as she grappled with her. The rational part of her brain told her that she should try a knee to Natasha's gut or a quick whip to the ropes to break the deadlock, but this was a friendly spar, and she wanted to see how well she did against Natasha in a pure battle of strength. She growled a little in irritation when she found that she wasn't doing too well.

It wasn't long before she felt the corner post at her back, and gasped a little as she was pressed against it. Gritting her teeth, she twisted, trying to spin a reversal on Nat to press her against the corner instead, before following up with a sharp knee to her gut to double the other woman over.

Natasha felt a grim sense of satisfaction as she felt Emily press against the corner, and she was ready to release her for her next move after that. Unfortunately for the Russian, it seemed that Emily had other plans, twisting her around and slamming Natasha up into the corner.

"Unf!" She cried out, giving a gasp of her own, then a long 'UNGH!" as Emily's knee shot up, driving itself into her stomach. Forward came Natasha, doubling over nicely and putting her right where Emily no doubt wanted her.

Emily smiled wearily as Natasha doubled over. "Got you," she breathed, Sliding up against Natasha so that her back was pressed against the Russian's chest, Emily slid an arm around her blonde head, squeezing her tightly in a side headlock. Slowly, Emily walked out from the corner with Natasha in tow, squeezing relentlessly into her as she did so.

Natasha let out a groan as Emily roped her arm around her neck. She was still trying to recover from the brutal knee strike the Scotswoman had given her, so she offered little resistance to the headlock. Out of the corner she was pulled, her tired arms raising up to grab at Emily's arm, tugging and grasping weakly for it in an attempt to pull it loose.

Emily felt Natasha' pawing at her arms, struggling weakly in the grip of her headlock. In response, Emily cranked the hold in tighter, her locked arms dragging slightly against Natasha's face as she squeezed her even more tightly against her side, wanting to work her over a little before moving on to something different.

She didn't keep the headlock on for long, however. Twisting sharply to the side, Emily moved to throw Natasha to the ropes, before running after her, aiming to clothesline her as she bounced back.

"Ack!" The powerful Russian cried out as Emily wrenched her neck harder. Natasha knew she needed to do something different, find a way out of this hold. Before she could do so, however, Emily was on the move again, flinging her at the closest set of ropes. With no control of herself, Natasha ran right into them, bouncing back towards Emily, straight into her clothelines. The pink-haired woman's arm hit her chest like a steel rod, Natasha dropping to the mat with outstretched arms, panting heavily with both pain and exhaustion.

Emily leaned down over Natasha as her opponent lay on her back, panting. "Down already?" she teased. "I ken see now that your win in our first match was a complete accident." She did not mean that, of course, but she wanted to get Natasha fired up enough to fight back. She was enjoying this match so far, and she wanted Natasha to make her work for the win instead of letting things be too one-sided.

Not that she was going to cut Natasha any slack, mind you. Grabbing one of Natasha's legs, she dropped down and folded it under another, intertwining both with her own legs for a figure four leg scissor. She braced her palms against the mat as she leaned back. "Give up!" she shouted, noting that they werent too far from the ropes.