The Battle Continues: Emily Nelson vs Natasha Han

Emily grinned as Natasha thrashed and groaned in her grip, trapped between her powerful thighs with her arms rendered useless by the hammerlock. Even as Natasha groaned, Emily squeezed tighter with the scissors, sending a nice jolt of pain through her opponent's midsection. All the while, the crowd howled down at the two women, some cheering the Noble Fighter on while others screamed for Natasha to break free.

Emily knew that she could simply hold on to the hold and wear Natasha away, but the sportswoman in her wanted to give the Russian something of a fighting chance. After a few more seconds of squeezing into Natasha, Emily would unwind her slender legs from around her opponent's waist and instead snap them around one of Natasha's own legs at the ankle, trapping it. Leaning against Natasha, Emily would try to shove the Russian on to her front, before lying down against her back, sliding her arms around her head and wrenching it back in an STF.

If she managed to get the hold locked in, she would crank it tightly. "Still don't want to give up, luv?" she would whisper teasingly into Natasha's ear as she worked the Russian over...though at this stage, the two women weren't too far from the ropes...

Natasha was trying; she honestly was trying to find her strength and power her way free of the hold. Emily, however, had her completely trapped, practically crushing the Russian's body within her dangerous submission. When Emily's legs finally came free of Natasha, the Russian let out a pained sigh, glad to be free but dreading what was coming next. Truth be told, she had been this close to admitting defeat against the Scotswoman. Now, though? She was free, but still hurting too much to fight back yet.

She gave a grunt as she felt Emily's legs suddenly entwining around one of her own, trapping her ankle within their hold. It only took mere moments for Emily to then force Natasha onto her belly and wrap her up in the STF, and in those moments the Russian began to panic.

"Nnng! Never! L-let go!" She cried out, as Emily started to torture her with the STF. Once again, she felt like her body was on fire, being pushed to it's limit by the undeniably effective submission hold. She grit her teeth, sharp moans of pain and suffering still managing to get through them, letting Emily know just how bad Natasha was hurting.

The Russian wasn't done yet though, not when she cracked one of her eyes open, noticing the ropes so close to her. With pure desperation fueling her movements, she threw out an arm, stretching it out as far as she could, trying to latch onto that bottom rope so she could force Emily off of herself.

Even as she unwound her legs from Natasha's waist, Emily was able to transition her hold around Natasha's legs and head, wrenching back hard in an STF. The crowd went wild as Emily worked Natasha over in the excruciating hold, causing the Russian to groan loudly. Despite the pain, however, Natasha stubbornly dug her elbows into the mat and began to crawl towards the ropes. Gritting her teeth, Emily cranked the hold for all it was worth, feeling Natasha's blonde hair ruffle against her cheek as she lay against her slender opponent, desperately trying to wring a submission from the Russian.

Finally, however, Natasha managed to grab onto the bottom ropes. Sighing in exasperation, Emily released Natasha and rolled to her feet. brushing her hair back. "Stubborn," she grumbled, grabbing at Natasha's arm to pull her up to her feet...

Natasha let out another sigh of relief as Emily released her hold, the Russian's hand clamped tight to the rope. She lay there as Emily let her go, lying in a wet spot on the canvas caused by her own sweat as she had struggled to survive the STF hold. She had managed to outlast it, but what was the point? Her entire body was in pain, completely wrecked by Emily's chain of submissions and holds. At this point, she didn't know if she could even find the strength to try and turn things back around again.

But Natasha was stubborn, and was a fighter to the end.

Up to her feet she came as Emily grabbed her arm, yanking her back up into the standing position...

...before Emily twisted on the Russian's arm, whipping her towards the ropes. "HYAAH!"

At this point, Emily figured that she had this match in the bag. She was already bursting into a run behind Natasha, ready to meet the Russian in the centre of the ring with a clothesline as soon as Natasha bounced back. As far as she could tell, Natasha was too worn and exhausted at this point to fight back effectively, and all she had to do was keep up the pressure to eventually win...

Straight towards the ropes, the mighty Russian flew, though she wasn't seeming too mighty at this point. Back towards Emily she rushed after rebounding off the ropes, and straight into her clotheslines Natasha went.

"Uuunff!" came the grunt of pain as the great clothesline hit, flipping Natasha head over heels, leaving her helpless on her back in the center of the ring, Emily towering over her.

Emily felt her arm slam forcefully against Natasha's chest, sending the fit blonde crashing onto her back. Stopping, Emily took a deep breath, and for a few seconds enjoyed a rare moment of her standing dominantly over the fallen Natasha.

That didn't last long, however, as she quickly dropped down, her body crashing forcefully against Natasha's as she hooked one of the Russian's legs for a pin. The crowd went wild, many of Natasha's fans screaming for her to get back up even as the ref girl began the countdown. "ONE..."

Natasha jerked up again, as Emily fell against her, jerking into her prone form. Once more, her leg came up, and once more, the referee dropped down to the pin.

"TWO..." cried the referee, and just as the word left her mouth, the Russian's body would buck up again, breaking the pin. Natasha was still in this. Barely, but she was still fighting back...

Just before the count could reach three, Emily felt Natasha suddenly buck up underneath her, barely stopping the pin. Kneeling upright, Emily gave a surprised, exasperated look to the Russian before brushing her hair back. "Bloody hell," she muttered, "what will it take to keep you down?"

Standing back up, Emily would grab a hold of Natasha's head and drag her up to her feet. Unless the Russian tried to interrupt her in any way, Emily would glare Natasha straight in the eye before grabbing her arm and whipping her across the ring...

One more time, Natasha was dragged up onto her feet. She was tired, exhausted, practically dead at this point, but she wasn't going to go down without giving Emily everything she had.

When Emily paused for the moment to glare at her, the Russian stared right back into her eyes, flashing a brief, exhausted grin. Then, when Emily tried to whip her across the ring, she planted her feet hard against the canvas, trying to summon up as much of her remaining strength as she could possibly muster, hoping to reverse the Irish whip on Emily and send her flying instead!