The Battle Continues: Emily Nelson vs Natasha Han

Emily was aware of Natasha circling her like a predator now, a look of superiority on her expression. Fuming silently, Emily tried to get to her hands and knees, but Natasha was one step ahead of her, grabbing at her injured leg. Realizing what was coming next, Emily tried to kick out with her free leg, but the angle was poor, and her boot merely slashed through empty air.

Natasha's reply was brutal, as the Russian brought Emily's hurting knee slamming down against the mat. "AUUUUUGH!" Emily howled as bone-jarring pain shot through her leg. She rolled onto her side once again, clutching her hurting knee, though now her knee was definitely throbbing with pain. "D...dammit..."

It seemed that once more, Natasha was right back in control of things, leaving Emily clutching at her hurt leg. A disappointed look crossed onto her face for a moment, then slid right back off, as Natasha sighed, the Russian reaching for Emily's leg once more.

She moved to lift it back up, giving it a twist to hopefully roll Emily back onto her back. Then, she would lean down for Emily's other leg. This time, she planned on entwining her own legs with Emily's, putting the woman into a tight, painful figure-four leglock. With any luck, she would be able to force a submission from the Scotswoman, right here and now!

Emily's leg was suddenly in Natasha's grasp and twisted hard, causing the Scotswoman to give a sharp gasp as she wasp rolled onto her back. She stared up weakly at Natasha, taking several deep breaths, before both her legs were gripped hard. Wide-eyed, Emily was unable to stop Natasha as the Russian dropped down and intertwined their legs in a figure four leg lock.

"AAAAAAAH!" Emily screamed, her body arching back as intense pain shot through her hurting leg. Her upper body thrashed left and right as Natasha worked her over, sweat covering her as she was left trapped and helpless in this excruciating hold. Biting back the scream as best she could, Emily closed her eyes, dug her elbows into the mat and tried to twist to the side, hoping to roll the two of them over and reverse the hold before she was forced to tap out...

Natasha seemed relaxed as she worked Emily over with the hold, listening almost stoically as her friend and rival thrashed about in the submission. She figured she had this match all wrapped up, and that Emily would be submitting at any moment now.

At least, until Emily had managed to twist herself to the side, reversing the hold on the Russian, putting the pressure on her legs instead. Natasha's head tilted backwards, a mighty cry of pain coming from her as Emily started to work her over instead. "Aaaah! AAAH! NNNG!" She cried out, gripping the mat tightly with both hands, sweat starting to drip down her face. Emily had her trapped nice and tight, and for the moment the sudden pain had clouded her thoughts, leaving her unable to think of a way out...

It had taken quite a bit of effort on Emily's part, but she finally managed to roll the two of them over, reversing the painful figure four leglock on her Russian opponent. Taking several deep breaths, Emily pressed her palms against the mat, sweat dripping from her hair as she took several deep breaths.

"What's...wrong, lass?" she breathed as she heard Natasha cry out and thrash in the figure four. "Does that hurt? And here I thought you were a submission expert." As she taunted her opponent, Emily would lift her upper body off the mat on her palms, unintentionally giving the audience a good view of her curved figure while adding to the pressure Natasha was feeling. All the while, though, the two women were not that far away from the ropes...

Natasha groaned and moaned, the pressure of Emily's reversal sending waves of pain through her legs and her body. Slowly she jerked her head back around towards Emily, trying to grit her teeth to glare back at her friend. "It...hurts...not..." she stammered out, whipping her head back around, focusing her gaze on the ropes.

Slowly she grasped at the mat, trying to drag herself and Emily closer towards them, and then, the Russian would lunge outwards with one hand, trying to stretch out her grasp, trying to latch onto the ropes in hopes of forcing Emily to free her from the nasty submission she was trapped in.

For a moment, Emily was enjoying a bit of dominance as she managed to reverse Natasha's figure four over on her. Then, though, Natasha suddenly lunged forward, causing Emily to gasp as her upper body was unbalance and sent thumping to the mat. Taking a few deep, exasperated breaths, Emily lay facedown against the mat, until the ref girl tapped on her shoulder and told her to break.

Unwinding her slender legs from around Natasha's, Emily knelt upright and brushed her hair back, before turning back to Natasha. "Stubborn as ever, I see," she breathed, before grabbing a hold of Natasha's arm to drag her up to her feet. Once she did that, she would press close, using her grip on Natasha's arm to twist it painfully behind her back, before taking a deep breath, aiming to drop back and nail Natasha in a suplex-turned-arching leg pin.

If she managed the suplex successfully, then she would remain arched over Natasha as she pulled her leg back, all the while the ref girl would start the countdown. "ONE..."

Up to her feet came Natasha, wincing visibly as she was stood up, putting pressure onto both of her legs. She shook her head weakly, lifting her gaze towards Emily, just as the Scotswoman pulled her in nice and close, twisting that arm around behind her back.

"Nn...no!" She gasped out, writhing as she tried to free her arm from Emily's grasp, but it was too late. Into the air she flew, and down to the mat she fell, getting slammed into the canvas will the full authority and power of her rival and friend. She lied there, her head rolling to the side, as the referee continued her count, Emily pressing down against her.

"Two..." the ref cried out. Natasha wasn't ready to just give in though, and would weakly arc her body upwards, trying to break the pin before the referee hit the three count.

Emily heard the countdown reach two, and held her breath, thinking that this was it. Natasha, however, proved her wrong as the Russian's slender body arched up underneath her, breaking the pin count. A large number of Natasha's fans cheered and clapped at her escape, while Emily knelt up, giving an exasperated sigh as she wiped some of the sweat from her forehead. Natasha wanted to do this the hard way, so the hard way it would be.

Grabbing Natasha's head, Emily would move to drag her opponent to a sitting position, before kneeling behind her. Shifting her grip to Natasha's arms, she trap them under her armpits and wrench them back in another full nelson. This time, though, she would bring her legs up around Natasha's bare midriff and lock her ankles, squeezing tightly in a body scissor. The motion would cause the two wrestlers to fall onto their sides as Emily began to squeeze and wrench at Natasha in a double hold.

"So...how's that feel, lass?" Emily whispered teasingly into her opponent's ear. "Ready to give up yet?"

Natasha was still aching from the figure four reversal. The near pinfall hadn't done much for her morale, either. Emily had turned things back around, it seemed, and the Russian wasn't too pleased with it.

And then, Emily grabbed her head, forcing a cry from Natasha's lips as she was dragged up into a sitting position. She tried to whip her head around to face Emily, but as she did so, she felt the Scotswoman yanking on her arms, pulling them backwards. "N...no!" She yelled out, her voice coarse as she felt the pressure of her rival, her limbs getting trapped within Emily's hold. "Not...to...nnng!" She was starting to panic, realizing that if she didn't break herself free, she was done for.

But then Emily's legs came snaking around her, snapping around her waist like a tight, crushing vise. She was all wrapped up in the pink-haired woman's embrace, completely trapped and soon forced down to her side. She felt powerless, weak as Emily began to drain the rest of her stamina with this simple, yet undeniably effect attack.

A shudder raced through Natasha's body at the sound of Emily's whisper, and while she didn't have an answer for her, she knew she wasn't ready to give in yet. She just had to find a way free.

Unfortunately, that was seeming more and more unlikely with each passing second...