Crusher vs Grapper - Emily vs Yatori

Emily hissed in vexation as Yatori latched on trying to lock in a double arm bar. Emily with her strength and recklessness would try to gut it out.

"Oh no you don't...."

Emily would then actually try to stand with Yatori on her shoulders but if yatori managed to hold on, Emily might be unbalanced enough for Yatori to try and actually fall back with her into a crucifix pin.

Yatori herself was grimacing at how powerful Emily was. "No way... you're stronger than Ta-chan..."

Still, her grip was tight and Emily seemed to wobbled, so Yatori tried to shift her weight so that her opponent would fall backwards. "I'll have to do this to defeat you," Yatori muttered while cranking on her double arm bar with all of her strength.

Emily fell back and Yatori would be able to start pinning her shoulders down.

"1....2..."

Emily kicked frantically and would have enough energy to get out of the pin and push Yatori off her, tryng to roll away.

Yatori went "Yipes!" as the force of the push made it seem like she had hopped off Emily. "Just how tough are you?" she exclaimed as she got up.

Emily got to her feet confidently and brushed herself off.

"Tough enough to break someone like you in two."

Yatori grimaced, even flinched a little. "No one's going to get broken in half tonight," she returned, "Not even you."

She began circling the smaller girl, looking for an over-extended limb to grab and twist...

Emily eyed Yatori and smirked figuring this girl might want to try and tackle her again. She would shift to the wide perhaps trying to make Yatori think her leg was open.

There! Yatori would lunge for that leg before realizing, too late, that it was too tempting...

As Yatori grabbed her leg and struggled with it, Emily would reach dow and try to use ehr great strength to grip Yatori around the waist from above and struggle to heave her up side down. If that worked she would go for a dangerous piledriver.

Yatori gasped as she was lifted clean off the ground. Then she all but screamed as she ended up held upside down in a position she dreaded. "W-w-wait!" was all she got out before her head was driven into the mat.

Incredibly, she didn't lose consciousness. But she wished she had. Or should have, had her head not hurt so much that she couldn't think. The mafiosi would topple to the floor a groaning pile of flesh too weak to hold her hurting head.