Layla McCarthy vs Natasha Han

Layla looked down at Natsha's pained and pleading expression. She had often given looks like that to her tormentors. They never stopped, so why should she?

Still holding Natasha's one arm Layla would then grab the other. She would plant her foot in the centre of Natsha's stomach, and start to pull on Natsha's arms with all her might. Not only would it put strain on her arms, but Layla's foot would also dig into the Russian's stomach.

Natasha's eyes began to widen, shaking her head slowly as she felt herself being stretched out, Layla's foot driving into her stomach, forcing the air out from her lungs. This was all too much for her, she couldn't take any more, but yet, Layla insisted on persisting. She was finished, had nothing left, but this tiny woman still insisted on torturing her. Natasha had never fought an opponent like this, and it honestly scared her a bit.

layla would keep pulling on Natasha' arms until she was satisfied that they would be useless to the Russian. She'd then release her arms and remove her foot from her stomach. After that would kneel down to Natsha's level, smiling at her arrogantly. "So what have we learned here today, bimbo?" she asked in a sweet tone of voice. She would pinch Natasha's nose playfully, toying with the woman now. "Does size matter?"

Natasha winced as her nose was pinched, trying to shake her head from side to side, telling Layla what she wanted to hear in hopes that she would hurry and end this. "N...no...it does not.."

"That's right, it doesn't," Layla said back, giving Natasha a few gentle condecending pats on the cheek, "I hope you remember that the next time you make a smart comment like you did."

She'd then let go of Natasha's nose, and work her way to the top of the turnbuckle. Because of her small size and the fact that Natasha was hanging off the turnbuckle, she'd literally have to climb up Natasha's body to get there, clutching at her thighs and stepping up her breasts and face. Once she got to the top she would sit upon it, before she sent a kick to Natasha's crotch.

Natasha's body jerked from the sharp kick, folding upwards towards Layla before dropping back downwards, still hanging helplessly from the ropes.

Layla waved to the cheering crowd from her proud and tall positionon the top of the turnbuckle, Natasha hanging helplessly beneath her. It was a humourous site to say the least. "I think it's time to put you out of your misery," Layla declared darkly. Reaching down she would grab Natasha by the front of her outfit and haul her up to a sitting position on the turnbuckle. Once up she would send a swift punch to her face to stun her further.

With both of them up now Layla would lift Natasha up and flip her upside down. Natasha would be set up perfectly in a piledriver position from the top ropes. Layla wouldn't drop down just yet, letting Natasha take in her situation with a grim smile.

Natasha was hauled up, lifted into the piledriver position. She knew this was the end, that Layla was about to finish her once and for all, but damnit, if she was going down, she was going down fighting, she was going to make Layla earn every bit of this victory.

Still being held upside down, Natasha would try to wrap her legs around Layla's neck, trying to choke her as best she could from that position, in that weakened state. It most likely wouldn't be too effective, but it would let the smaller girl know that Natasha was going to fight her every step of the way to the end.

Layla grunted in surprise when Natasha wrapped her legs aroun her neck. She didn't think she had anything left. Still, all it did was secure the piledriver position. Now there was nothing to stop her. "When you wake up, that you got your ass kicked by a person nt even half your size.," she would whiper coldly. And without further ado Layla would leap high from the turnbuckle, slamming Natasha head first into the mat in her devastating finisher, the Emerald Descent.

That was it. Natasha was completely done for now. She would hit the mat, a loud crunch coming from her as she head slammed into the mat. Her body collasped to the canvas, going completely quiet, completely still. She was out cold now, nothing to stop Layla from picking up her win.