Natasha Han Vs. Emily Nelson ~ Second Meeting

Natasha was shaky on her own feet, but was doing her best to stand still and maintain her balance. She gave Emily a nod and another smile. "I have been having worse as well. Hardcore match against bear woman once. Was not fun."

Up came the Russian's hands in a defensive position, as she locked eyes with Emily once more, slowly, carefully starting to circle around her. "I am being ready...let us finish this, then..."

Emily raised an eerie eyebrow as mention of Natasha's match piqued her interest. "You'll have to tell me about it later then," she said, before springing forward to attack. Emily didn't bother going for anything sneaky, instead once again lunging in aggressively to tie up, collar and elbow, with Natasha.

Natasha, with all her great strength, was more then happy to accept a lock up from Emily. She braced herself, raising her arms to accept the grapple, and eagerly began to push against Emily as the two women met. She was as tired as hell, but she still tried to use all of what little strength she had left against the Scotswoman, trying once more to overpower her and shove her back towards the ropes.

Once again, Emily and Natasha closed the distance with one another and struggled for supremacy, pushing, twisting, shoving and grabbing as they grappled in the centre of the ring. Although she was beginning to feel a little worn by this match, Emily nonetheless gave it her all, her chin resting against Natasha's shoulder as she gritted her teeth, straining hard against Natasha's formidable strength.

Then, somehow, Emily's balance slipped, and she suddenly felt gravity pulling her backwards. She gasped loudly as her back hit the mat, her grip on Natasha's arms pulling the Russian down with her. If the two of them wound up on the mat, Emily's instincts would kick in and her legs would scissor one of Natasha's in order to prevent the Russian from scissoring or straddling her.

The Russian's eyes went wide as Emily tripped backwards, dropping to the mat, Natasha landing neatly upon her. She felt Emily's legs wrapping around one of her own, and she knew she was stuck in this position. She knew it would be hard to try to get away from the Scotswoman or transition into any holds that were too complex.

Which was fine by her. If she had to end things here, like this, she would do so.

With little hesitation, Natasha reached up, trying to loop her arm around Emily's neck, trying to pull her into a tight, close headlock. It was a simple, easy move, but as tired as both of the women were, she hoped that it would have a worthwhile effect on Emily.

For a moment, the two of them resumed their grappling on the mat, their sweat intermingling as they fought practically chest to chest against each other. Holding her breath, Emily tried to keep Natasha at bay as they shoved and twisted against one another, hoping to keep the Russian tied up enough that she could arch, twist her body to the side, and then get Natasha on her back. From there, her grappling instincts told her, she'd be able to take control and maybe lock in a hold.

Except Natasha clearly had the same idea. Moving too quickly for Emily to follow, Natasha whipped her arms free and encircled them around her head, clinching tightly. "Augh!" Emily gasped, her arms immediately retreating to pay at Natasha's arms. Giving a hiss of air through clenched teeth, Emily reacted instinctively, shifting her arms around to press upward against Natasha's chin, pressing back on her head while at the same time pinching her nose and covering her mouth with her palms with an inpromptu smother. As she did this, she arched upwards, her slender body rubbing up against Natasha's as she tried to roll the two of them sideways.

"Hah...hhheh..." Her breathing was getting heavy now, but she hoped that her smother managed to loosen Natasha's grip. Otherwise, she was in trouble. She was just thankful this wasn't a live match, otherwise the audience would be hooting by now over how closely the two women were entwined...

Natasha struggled with Emily, trying to remain atop of her, trying to remain in a position of superiority. It was hard to do while trying to lock in her headlock, though, and soon Emily would have the two of them on their sides, still grappling and struggling with each other. When she heard the hiss of air emerge from Emily, she knew she had her. She grinned, despite her exhaustion, tightening her arm around Emily, rubbing back against her as she tried to maintain her simple hold.

Unfortunately for her though, Emily wasn't just going to lie there and take it. Before the Russian knew what had hit her, Natasha's head was shoved backwards, her nose clamped shut and her mouth firmly covered. She let out a muffled yell into Emily's hand, surprised by the sudden attack by her friend and rival. She began to squirm harder against Emily, as she felt her air supply being cut off, while at the same time her arm did loosen slightly from the pink-haired woman's smother. Her eyes closed, but she tried to maintain her headlock, even as it grew weaker and looser, trying to think of a clever way out of this situation, one that would leave her in control.

She needed to think fast, and thinking fast wasn't exactly her strong suit.

Slowly but surely, Natasha's headlock began to loosen from around Emily's head and neck, easing up the pressure on her air passage. Breathing, however, was still something of an issue, and before long Emily's red face almost matched the fuschia of her gym shorts.

"Gnhh..nnngh..." Sweat beaded down Emily's forehead and arms, both from Natasha's grip and the exertion of pushing back against her. The two women lay on their sides in a tangle of perspiring limbs, fighting against each other with every bit of strength they could muster. Emily's pink hair clung to her forehead due to its dampness, and she was beginning to feel a little woozy.

Growling between panted breaths, Emily tried to roll further and get Natasha on her back, keeping one of the Russian's legs locked between her own strong thighs to avoid a scissor. Pressing her body down against Natasha's, she kept her hands pressed down against Natasha's mouth and nose, even as Natasha's arm encircled her head. At this point, it was a battle to see who released their hold first...

It seemed once more that Emily was having a similar thought as Natasha. The Russian fighter was about to start rolling onto Emily, to try and pin her down, but the moment she began to draw up her strength to do so, the Scotswoman turned the tables on her. Onto her back Natasha suddenly found herself, staring up towards the lights of the gym. Her nose was still pinched shut, her mouth still covered, so her breathing was still more or less impossible. Her headlock around Emily, while still locked in around her, was pretty loose at this point. There was no doubt that if it was earlier in the match, and Emily had more strength to her, that she could have easily popped her head free from it. It seemed though that both of the women were completely exhausted, and there would be no such escape at this point.

Natasha's leg was still wrapped up pretty tight, as well, leaving her lower body useless to her. She couldn't even find the strength to try and buck and jerk her body to attempt to throw Emily off. The Scotswoman had the right though; this had turned into a battle of wills between them, to see who could maintain their hold the longest. Natasha was quickly running dry though, drawing on the very last bits of strength she had left to try and tighten her headlock back up, hoping she could force Emily to finally give in. At this point, her face was just sa red as her friend's, and she honestly didn't know if she could take much more...

Emily's vision began to blur as her head remained locked against Natasha's side, the Russian's grip not relenting. Even though Natasha's grip was steadily growing weaker, it was still doing its job, as Emily's head began to feel woozy. Her limbs slowly began to deaden and grow heavier, and her breathing, laboured as it was, became shallower.

"Nnngh..." She squirmed in Natasha's grip, her head nudging against Natasha's shoulder as their bodies rubbed slightly in struggle. She kept the smother pressed down, desperately, against Natasha's face, and she felt her opponent squirming to fight it off as well. She had no idea that Natasha was just as badly struggling as she was, but she was determined to go down fighting. At that point, a small part of her brain did indeed realize that she wasn't winning this.

With a last, desperate gasp for breath, Emily slowly went still, her lean body slumping against Natasha's. Her smother relaxed at that moment, though her arms remained raised forwards, draped against Natasha's head and shoulder. And then Emily's world went black as she finally passed out...