The Battle Continues: Emily Nelson vs Natasha Han

Emily felt a shock run up her arm as it collided with Natasha. The Russian crashed to the mat, apparently stunned by Emily's quick attack, but the Scotswoman wasn't about to let Natasha recover. Grabbing at Natasha's head, Emily would try to drag the other tall girl up, before turning, her back pressing momentarily against Natasha, and dropping down, aiming to flip her over her shoulder and send her crashing back down to the mat.

Emily was being particularly aggressive tonight, and so Natasha didn't get any kind of chance to recover from the clothesline. Before she could even think of doing so, Emily had already reached down and grabbed her again, hauling her back up to her feet. The Russian let out a groan, ready to grab at her rival to shove her away, but before she could do so, the Scotswoman was in motion once again.

Once more, Natasha was sent to the mat, this time flipped head over heels over Emily's shoulder. With a startled cry she hit the canvas once again, finding herself on her back for a second time, looking up towards the bright arena lights again, her mind not quite registering what had just happened.

Even as she brought Natasha crashing down to the mat for a second time in a row, Emily was already in motion. Rolling back up to her feet, Emily grabbed for Natasha's arm, moving to drag the Russian girl back up to her feet.

"After you, Miss Han," she said with a teasing grin, before whipping Natasha towards the ropes.

Up to her feet Natasha was pulled, a light groan passing her lips.

Before she could respond to Emily, she was tossed towards the ropes, hitting them hard and bouncing back towards her rival. The Russian was out of control as she rebounded, looking towards Emily with wide eyes as she neared her again.

Emily, however, wasn't about to make things easy for the Russian. As Natasha came bouncing back, Emily dropped low, aiming to wrap her arms around the other girl's firm yet slender midsection and thigh. If she managed this, then she would try to lift Natasha up off her feet, before, with a deep breath, falling forwards to slam her back-first into the mat.

It seemed that Emily had Natasha's number this match. The Scotswoman seemed to be completely dominating the Russian, completely in control of the match so far.

When Natasha reached Emily, she gave a whoop, as she felt her rival haul her off of her feet. Her arms flailed wildly in the air for a moment, before she was dumped unceremoniously onto the canvas. She hit the mat back-first, jerking as her spine hit the somewhat-solid surface. Letting out a groan, Natasha's arms flopped to the sides of the Russian, the light-haired woman lying there, already panting heavily, a shiny sheen of sweat already covering her body.

As the two women we about to collide, Emily was able to snag her arm around Natasha's midriff and thigh, getting a good hold in. Holding her breath, Emily hoisted Natasha up off her feet, her arms muscles straining for a bit, before dropping down and slamming her back-first into the mat.

With Natasha lying on her back,Emily didn't waste any time in draping her body across the Russian's, hooking one of her slender legs back for a pinfall attempt. A small part of her wondered at how Natasha didn't even seem to be fighting back yet, but her main concern, so far was on winning.

"ONE..." the ref girl called.

If Emily thought that Natasha was done for so soon, she had a lot to learn.

Before the ref had even finished her first count, Natasha's body bucked up hard, breaking the pin and throwing the Scotswoman right off of herself!

Even as the countdown began, Emily felt Natasha's body surge upward, the Russian's strength suddenly becoming apparent as Emily was thrown backwards, landing on her butt a few centimetres away from her opponent. Blinking in surprise, Emily sighed and shook her head. As she expected, Natasha was not going to go down easily.

Rolling back up to her knees, Emily grabbed Natasha by the head and pulled her up to a sitting position, before sliding her arms under the Russian's and wrenching them back, putting pressure on Natasha's shoulder blades in a full nelson while digging her knee into the other girl's back. "Come on, Natasha, when are ye going to start fighting back?" she whispered teasingly into Natasha's ear as she began to work the shapely Russian over.

Natasha gave a slight groan as Emily hauled her up into a sitting position. She whipped her head around, smirking at Emily as she listened to the woman's words, wincing however as she felt the Scotswoman's knee driving into her back.

"Nnn...I was being of nice. Wanted you to look good before I break you..."

With those words, she would suddenly let out a deep groan, flexing her arms forwards, trying to simply overpower Emily with her own strength to try and break the hold the woman had on her.