Layla McCarthy vs Natasha Han

Layla was caught of guard by Natasha's strength and ferocity, thinking her beaten down at this point. With her strength being significantly less than Natasha's her legs wouldn't be able to hold her. Finally the Russian would be able to break free, and Layla would roll off her to a safe distance.

The moment Layla rolled off of her, Natasha would roll her own body away and quickly hurry back to her feet, locking her gaze dead onto Layla. She began to back away from her, breathing hard and looking a bit worse for wear. She had to get a moment to recover, had to keep away from Layla, because she knew if the smaler girl had a chance to get her down like that again, she could very well be done for.

Layla stood to her not-so full height, glaring at Natasha. If she could have kept her down down this would have been over much quicker. Now she'd have to be creative.

"You're not looking to good," Layla noted with a smile. "I guess you really are all brawn and no brains." Unexpectedly, Layla charged right at Natasha. It looked like she was going to take the much taller woman head on. But at the last moment, Layla suddenly ducked down, and taking advantage of her small stature, would try to slide right between Natasha's legs so she would end up behind her. If that worked, Layla would leap onto the Russian's back, wrapping her arms around her neck and her legs around her waist in a sleeperhold.

"I am alright, girl.." Natasha would reply. "Do not be worrying about m....ehh?" She blinked in sudden surprise, bracing herself as Layla suddenly came charging in towards her. She looked as if she was about to try and clothesline the girl as she rushed her, but would hesitate, looking confused as Layla slid under her.

Before she could turn to face her, Layla would be up on her, grabbing her up and locking her into the sleeper hold. This might prove to be a mistake though, as Natasha had quite a bit of ring experience, and was used to dealing with similar tactics before. She would reach down, taking hold of Layla's legs in her hands, and simply let herself fall backwards, trying to crush the smaller woman between herself and the mat.

"GUHHH!!" Layla cried out, being crushed between the mat and the larger body of Natasha. Okay....that was a bad idea, Layla lamented in her head, her small body aching with pain. It almost felt like her ribs had caved in. The sleeperhold was still there, her arms wrapped around the woman's neck, but now it was weaker than it had been.

Natasha then grabbed for Layla's arms, trying to jerk them free of her neck, then sit up at the same time. If she was able to do this with no problems, she would turn herself around so that she was mounted on top of Layla, grab for her arms, and try to pin them to the mat with her knees. From there, that would leave Layla wide open, and she would take advantage of this by sending several hard, quick jabs down at her face.

Layla's sleeper wouldn't last long against Natasha's struggles, and soon she would release her completely. With her body still sore from Natasha's full weight slamming onto her there was little she could do to stop her from pinning her down. "Ah! AHH! AH!" Layla cried out as the punches came down. HSe kept turning her face left and right to avoid heing punched in the nose or eyes, leaving them to slam into her cheeks. Natsha was much to heavy for Layla to get off her, so she wouldn't be able to get out

Natasha continued pummeling Layla for several moments. She could tell her was too heavy for the smaller girl to force off, so she would keep knocking her head around with her fists while the rest of her body recovered. After a few long seconds of this though, she would finally stop, going to grab a tight handful of Layla's hair, giving her head a sharp jerk. She started back up to her feet, pulling the girl up with her, and once they were standing she would grab for her arm, moving to whip her hard towards the opposite ropes.

Layala's cheeks were nive and red by the time Natasha was finished with her punching spree. It was nothing she was used to though, as she was often bullied this way when she was younger until she learned how to fight. She grit her teeth when she was pulled up by the hair, forced to her feet quite painfully. Against Natsha's superior strength she was easily thrown into the ropes. She took of running until she bounced off the ropes, and was catapulted back towards the Russian.

Natasha braced herself as she saw Layla rebounding back towards her. She waited til Layla came close to her, and moved in to catch her, lift her up, then slam her right back down onto the mat with a big, powerful sidewalk slam.