Natasha Han Vs. Emily Nelson ~ Second Meeting

"It...was...no...accident!" Natasha shouted back up at Emily, sounding bloody exhausted at this point. The Russian would have loved to fight back, but she was getting quite low on energy and stamina, she needed a moment to catch her breath, which Emily was definately not giving her.

Even as she felt Emily grabbing her legs, tying them into the figure four, she wouldn't really fight back, instead just letting out a low groan. Her arm instantly shot out towards the ropes, stretching out to grab at them, looking up towards Emily with a playful smirk on her face. "Nng...you are being too close!"

Hissing a curse as Natasha grabbed the ropes, Emily unwound her legs from Natasha's, a little disappointed at being denied a leg lock. "I'll show ye too close," she growled, grabbing for Natasha's head to pull her up to her feet. If she managed to do so without interruption, then she would press Natasha against the ropes, before turning to whip her across the ring to the opposite side again.

Natasha breathed a sigh as Emily quickly released her. For a moment, she was worried that Emily might try to follow her figure four up with another ground move, but relief spread through the Russian as she grabbed her by the head, hauling Natasha back up to her feet. She was glad for the hand back up, wanting to save as much energy as she could.

She needed that energy, because when Emily moved to whip her across the ring, the Russian decided to try and reverse it, digging her heels into the canvas again to try and fling Emily across to the opposite ropes instead.

As Emily moved to whip Natasha across the ring, her opponent suddenly and sharply reversed, sending Emily running forwards instead. Wide-eyed in surprise, the most the Scotswoman could do was spin her body around at the last minute so that she was facing Natasha when she bounced back.

Natasha was ready as Emily came soaring back towards her. Spreading her arms wide, she went to catch her rival, attempting to scoop her off her feet and into the air. Then, she fell forward, trying to plant the Scotswoman into the mat with a huge powerslam, her own body dropping down on top of Emily's in the process.

Emily was half-expecting to be on the recieving end of a clothesline when she bounced back towards Natasha, ready to duck at the last minute and run past her. Just as she ducked, however, she gasped as she felt Natasha's arms circle around her midsection, and a second she was hoisted off her feet, her legs dangling as Natasha's arms coiled around her like pythons.

Then there was a sudden rush of vertigo, and Emily was slammed down, back-first, into the mat. "UUUGH!" she gasped loudly, arching up off the mat as pain flared through her back.

Natasha came to rest lying atop of Emily, feeling the Scotswoman jerk under her as she hit the mat. Her body pressed down against Emily's, rubbing closely against her, Natasha resting atop her a moment to catch her breath. It was true that this was supposed to be a submission match, but no one said that Natasha couldn't use her size and strength to throw Emily around. She wasn't going to go too far, though. After all, it was just a friendly spar between them, but at the same time she knew that Emily wouldn't want her to hold back any against her.

And Natasha didn't want Emily holding back against herself, either.

After a moment of lying atop the pink-haired woman, Natasha began to stand, grabbing Emily by the wrist to 'help' her back up to her feet, as well. "Get back up," she spoke softly towards her friend. "I am not being finished with you yet..."

Emily huffed, her back being forced down against the mat as Natasha's body lay down on top of her, pinning her. "Nnngh..." Old instincts kicked in, and she twisted slightly to get a shoulder up, before remembering that this was a submission match. Still, Natasha's throw had done its trick, leaving Emily nicely stunned and with her back in a bit of pain. She'd taken worse, of course, but still....

Feeling her hand being grabbed, Emily was pulled upright by Natasha, stumbing to her knees. She panted for breath as her hair fell over her face. "Nnnh...an' I...'aven't even...started...' she managed to say, before balling one of her fists and shooting a punch into Natasha's abdomen.

Natasha gave Emily a sharp yank to get her back up, but once she had her friend up on her knees, she felt a sharp, crushing pain in her abdomen. She let go of Emily, looking down, realising that she had gotten overconfident and let the Scotswoman land a sudden punch right into her midsection. Her eyes went wide, the mighty Russian standing there shocked and in a fair deal of pain, left open to whatever Emily had planned next.

The moment Natasha let go, Emily sank to her knees. Truth to be told, she hadn't expected her throwaway punch to do much, but she was grateful anyway. She wobbled to her feet, brushing against Natasha slightly as she did so.

"Should'na let your guard down, Nat," she whispered, leaning against the Russian and sliding an arm under one of hers while trying to lock an ankle behind one of Natasha's, aiming to twist her opponent sideways in an abdominal stretch.

"Give up!" she shouted, though the abdominal stretch wasn't one of her principle moves, and she secretly doubted how well she could apply it or keep it locked...