Natasha Han vs. Radmilla Horacek ~Heavy Accents Are A Go!~

Standard Match Rules
Victory by Pin, Submission, or K.O.

Spoiler:

It had been quite some time since Natasha Han had been able to fight in a televised match. Almost half a year, to be exact. After a loss to her best friend last year, she decided to take a little bit of time off, and when she had returned to the company, they had found a bit of trouble fitting her into the schedule. She had kept busy, of course, the Russian performing in several dark matches, but tonight was to be her be return back to TV. She was ready for it. She was excited. And judging by the sounds of the crowd, their cheers as the proud Russian made her way down the ramp to the ring? They were excited to see her back in action too.

Natasha reached the ring and slid under the ropes, heading straight for her corner, her entrance music soon fading out. There was no posturing, no posing tonight. Tonight she was ready. True, she wasn't sure just who she was fighting tonight, but no matter who her opponent was, she planned on taking them down, and taking them down hard.

It was probbly a little arrogant for someone new to the league to more or less explode onto the scene in a colourful display of fireworks and electronic renditions of exotic slavic music but that was exactly what Radmilla did. Subtle she was not as she calmly sauntered in, fur coat and fuzzy scarf adorning her tall form, her red boots clanking audibly on the ramp. Already, the crowd was riled by her self-assured but not quite cocky behaviour, throwing appraising glances and confident smirks to fans and sketpics alike.

A few feet before the ring, she suddenly spun and her gaudy clothes were flung to the back. The lights focused in on her half-nude form - clad in little more than a simple blue bikini, she remained frozen for a few seconds in that pose. It was almost something out of a pop music video, only she wasn't showing off her dancing skills but her body. Flexing just very subtly near her stomach, abs, and arms, a veritable goddess let the world eat up her every curve. Powerful thighs that looked like they could break bodies between them, a strong and protruding bosom like an ancient warship's prow, a masterfully disciplined stomach that looked firm as a pillar, and a face that looked appetizingly onto Natasha; this woman was in it to win.

Leaping up onto the ringside, she vaulted over the top, feet hitting the mat with a purposeful loud thud. Radmilla wasted no time raising her fist and showing off her muscular strain, not leaning in her corner but standing just beyond it. She was already eyeing Natasha up not like a meal but rather as one might an interesting person at a bar that would make for good conversation.

When the bell rung, the big Czech calmly strode over, half-heartedly raising her hands. There was a smile on her face as she waited to see if Natasha would accept the lock up.

"I remember a few of your matches," Radmilla had begun speaking in Russian, not quite perfect but with her husky accent and thick Czech tone, she would have sounded like a natural to most. "The smaller channels and their youtube uploaders. You were quite a star back in the day - top Eastern Talent 2006 no?"

Natasha watched, a curious look upon her face, as Radmilla made her rather flamboyant entrance into the arena. The music caught her attention first, an obviously Slavic tune, but then when the woman herself appeared Natasha couldn't help but step forward, raising an eyebrow in her direction. Radmilla was...tall. Probably the tallest woman that Natasha had ever faced. She could feel her heart starting to beat a little faster in her chest. This was no doubt going to be a rough, difficult match, but in Natasha's eyes that was no problem. Those were the kinds of matches worth fighting the most.

When Radmilla came closer to the ring, Natasha leaned further forward, watching her clothes seemingly explode off of the redhead's body, revealing her powerful, well muscled form to everyone. Her eyes traced up and down Radmilla's body, and Natasha could feel her heart beating even faster with anticipation. This was definitely going to be a hard fight, but she wasn't worried at all. Radmilla was tall, and she was practically radiating with strength and confidence, but that didn't worry her even the slightest bit. After all, Natasha had fought a bear woman once and came out on top. She could do the same here.

She stepped back towards the ropes as Radmilla vaulted into the ring, letting the larger woman give the crowd a little show, letting her bask in their attention. When the bell rang and Radmilla stepped forward to meet her, Natasha eagerly stepped towards her, raising her own arms to take the lock-up. However, right before their hands touched, she paused, taking a step back from the woman, tilting her head curiously in her direction. <2008, actually>, she answered her back, dipping into her own native tongue to respond to Radmilla. <I was just a rookie back then, but I made a pretty good show of things for the people. I must admit, I'm surprised you recognized me. I had a completely different look back then, and not many of the people remember my earliest stuff. Are you a fan, maybe?> she asked, honestly curiously about just how much this woman knew about her.

Your look may have changed, but your beauty remained. Your love of the STF remained unchanged," Radmilla pursed her lips and looked away, making a face of theatrical surprise. "A fan however... I did favourite a few of the older videos - when you were taking down women a foot or two taller. Giant-slayer, they called you."

Slowly raising both of her hands, she waited to see if the younger woman might be interested in a test of strength. Of course it wasn't likely she could overpower her but you didn't necessarily beat a test always through your biceps. She'd seen more than a few women use their legs, transition into throws, or even bounce off the ropes, anything to give themselves an edge. Even if she refused, she was still in a good position for grabbing, making sure she spread her legs evenly and didn't have both arms at the same level, bending at the knees to compensate for the height difference.

While Natasha had never participated in any more racy matches to her knowledge, Radmilla was curious to see how she might react to that. She was sorely tempted to ravish her if she got the chance but decided that for one of her old favourites, she'd show a bit more restraint.

Just a bit.

Natasha smiled, just a little, a faint blush on her cheeks as Radmilla mentioned her beauty. <That was a long time ago,> she began, moving in closer towards Radmilla again. <But I am still quite capable of slaying a so-called giant...> She smiled a little wider, a somewhat teasing tone to her voice. On the inside, she was quite flattered that Radmilla remembered her and knew so much about her, but now wasn't the time to think about that. For now, she needed to focus on the match, and on living up to her apparent legend.

She moved in, and once again lifted her hands up to meet Radmilla's own. She knew she stood no chance of besting the woman in a contest of strength, but she wanted to see just how strong the larger woman was for herself. She did enjoy testing the strength of other women, quite a bit actually, and she had a feeling that Radmilla was even stronger then she looked!

She stepped forward, and reached out, entwining her fingers with Radmilla's, bracing herself, planting her feet firmly against the mat. Then, she began to push, straining a little as she started to lean into the test of strength, waiting for Radmilla to do the same in return.

"That, I have no doubt." she replied as their fingers finally touched like docking craft. Slowly and deliberately Radmilla closed her fingers around her own, warmly at first but gradually tightening. "Yet can your bravery defeat a goddess in the flesh?"

It was hard to tell if she was merely sticking her head into the clouds and waxing pretentious or if she was being ironic in her tone. Perhaps she was both but that self-assured, surly tone sounded like it came right out of the mouth of some pulpy villainess' mouth.

Natasha was a hardbody alright and she couldn't hide it under those smooth curves and delicate toning. She wasn't afraid of Radmilla's greater strength but the Czech was mentally preparing for some wild move. She let the Russian commence with her own push and responded in turn, leaning down to ensure her height couldn't be used against her to its full extent. Her eyes narrowed, momentarily travelling up Natasha's arms - muscled but very slightly. Slightly though had resulted in a push that would have toppled a lesser woman.

Radmilla was surprised herself but with her strong legs, resisted the push. She had suspected that Natasha had only done that as a testing manoevure and knew that she shouldn't commit too much... tempting as it was, to just crush her beneath her stronger form. Leaning forth on one heel, she gave a smooth push, not going the full distance but enough to draw one foot before the other and get Natasha onto the defensive, beginning to attempt to push her palms closer to her shoulders.

Once Radmilla began to push back against her, Natasha's smile dropped from her face, her expression replaced with a more serious look. Radmilla was strong, just as strong as she looked, but Natasha could tell that she was holding back. That wasn't good enough for her though. She wanted to feel more.

<Come on...> She muttered at Radmilla, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of her face as she took a single step backwards, straining to hold her position but slowly giving ground to the larger woman. <You are holding back, no? You are stronger then this, I can tell.> She paused for a moment, trying to focus, trying to gather her strength to push back, even as she felt her hands moving closer towards her shoulders. <S-stop it. Let me see just how strong you are...>

"Smarter too," She smirked, her face momentarily a visage of calm as she leaned her head in a little close. Too close? "Did you think me one of those American brutes? All cards on the table from the start, advertising the sum of my powers?"

Now, was that invitation of honesty or a small trap being set up? One way or the other, Natasha would feel her power. Rather than directly pushing forth, she suddenly pulled their hands down to waist level and added an extra degree of shove, aiming to push her wrists just behind her back. Attempting to power out, she would attempt to sweep her up in a rising grab and quickly flip her upside down, facing her, before slamming her to the mat in a quick and easy body-slam!

<Never,> Natasha truthfully replied, muttering towards Radmilla in her native tongue still, as she struggled to hold her ground. <I would never think to insult a woman of your obvious strength and skill like that. I just wanted to know what I'm really up a...mmf!>

Natasha soon got her wish, as Radmilla suddenly lowered her arms, forcing the Russian's arms behind her. Before the former Wrestle Angel could even think to react, she felt herself being lifted up into the air, and the next thing she knew she was being thrust right back down. Her body jerked, quite heavily, as she struck the canvas, lying there before Radmilla in something of a small daze.

Oh yes. The beautiful Czech was definitely even stronger then she looked. At that moment, Natasha knew this match really was going to be a hard one. She still wasn't worried about it though. Not yet at least, anyway.

There was a kind of beauty in the site of a stricken opponent, male or female. The way they seemed to be in a daze for a moment almost in disbelief before the realization of pain set in and they jerked and tugged, almost trancelike in the slow-motion adrenaline haze of a fight. She looked so serene like this, almost posing in her wracking pain.

Radmilla half-circled around but did not go further. She should have, she really should, and a little part of her told her she'd regret not making good on those carnivorous thoughts of her's, but some vague sort of honour kept her at bay. It'd be rude to rub down one of her old favourites this early on. That could wait, yes, she'd need to be properly softened first.

"I hope you won't ask me to let you up." She called out playfully, going back to lean on the ropes.