Triple Threat Mayhem

Hailey screamed as her long hair was unexpectanly yanked on, releasing Jena's own hair immediately as Vanessa' interference stopped he from doing anymore damage. She was thrown to the mat with a grunt, and rolled away from Vanessa, glaring daggers at the girl for what she did.

Vanessa would start to advance towards Hailey, intent on causing some damage to her, but by this point the ref would get up in her face, yelling at her to get back to her corner, which Vanessa would grudgingly do, glaring towards Hailey all the while.

While this was happening, Jena would hurry back to her own feet, panting hard and backing towards the corner along with Vanessa, and unless Hailey had a way to stop her, she would quickly tag in Natasha, the tall Russian cracking her knuckles and entering the ring with a wide grin on her face.

Hailey did nothing as Jena limped her way back o her corner. She was through with her anyway; she wasn't about o play with Billy's sloppy seconds. What she wanted was a piece of Vanessa, especially after the girl had the nerve to pull her hair like that!

Unfortunately, Hailey would not get her way, as it was Natasha who came to meet her in the ring. She frowned, uncertain if she could take the tall Russian, but did not let it show on her face. "I get to fight the bimbo now? Great," Hailey sighed, and looked at Natasha with a malicious grin.

Natasha frowned at Hailey's words. "Bimbo? I am thinking you are not knowing what that word means..."

She lightly stepped towards the redhead, putting on a grin of her own back towards her, raising her arms to invite her in for a lock up.

Hailey smiled back at the Natasha despite the clear animosity between them, and stepped forwards o recieve the lock up. Her arms would come up against Nataha's, and for a short while, would be pushing against her. But this was just to lower Natasha's guard some. With an evil gin the Russian would never see, Hailey ould launch her foot up, going for yet another low blow.

Natasha was a bit smarter than she seemed though, and had expected Hailey to try for another cheap shot. As the redhead's foot came up, she would suddenly clamp her legs together, trapping her foot inbetween her thighs. She then would tsk at Hailey and give her a grin and wink, before flexing her strong arms against her, going to try and throw her down to the mat again, releasing her foot in the process.

Hailey's eyes wiened when her kick was stopped in it tracks, and soon found her foot trapped. She growled at Nataha in anger, right before she was thrown to the mat again with a surprised yelp. Once again she would roll to her feet, only this time she would immediately spring forward, and try to tackle Natasha hard around the waist.

Natasha would be thrown to the mat by the sudden, surprise tackle, but she would quickly try to regain control and grab at Hailey, trying to roll over atop of her.

Nat was quite a bit stonger than Hailey, and would be rolled onto her back without much of a struggle. But Hailey didn't rely on strength to win her battles. As soon as Natasha got on top of her, both of Hailey's hands would shoot up to grasp both of the Russian's breasts, and would immediately start squeezing them, digging her nails into the flesh to inflict maximum pain.

Natasha's eyes nearly bugged out of her head as Hailey grabbed onto her chest. She couldn't believe the cheap tactics this woman was using!

She tilted her head back, her eyes closing as a loud, agonized cry passed her lips, shivering from the cruel feeling of Hailey's nails digging into her flesh. She grabbed for Hailey's arms, trying to jerk them off of her breasts to ease her pain.