Natasha Han Vs. Emily Nelson ~ Second Meeting

"Da...bad idea..." Natasha muttered to herself, as Emily fell back off of her. She sat up, somewhat slowly, rubbing at her forehead. That had hurt, but it was worth it, to finally break Emily's brutal, decisive hold over her.

Shaking her head, she began to rise to her feet, still looking shaken by her own headbutt. She stumbled slightly away from Emily, towards the ropes, which she would lean against, rubbing now at her waist while watching Emily out of the corner of her eye.

"Nnnngh..ghngh..." Emily's vision swam as she slowly rolled over, dizzily pushing herself to her hands and knees. Shaking her head, she tried to clear away the dizziness, slowly but surely pushing herself upright. Past the dizziness, she inwardly cursed herself for underestimating Natasha. It wasn't by dumb luck that she managed to beat me the last time, she thought.

When the mighty Russian saw that Emily was back up on her feet, she pushed herself off the ropes, taking a breath to steady her shaky body as she headed towards her. Once she drew near her rival, she would lash out with her arms, trying to grab Emily by her head and pull her in close, trying to snake those arms around her for a simple, yet tight, headlock.

Emily finally staggered up to her feet just in time to see Natasha moving up aggressively towards her. Gasping, she brought her arms up ready to grapple, but Natasha clearly had something else in mind, shooting her arms past Emily's before she could block them and snagging her head, pulling her down and around in a tight side headlock.

"Hnnngh!" Emily groaned, red-faced as she felt her head being pressed tightly against Natasha's side. Her arms clung to Natasha's wrist and elbow, gritting her teeth as she fought to pry the Russian's grip loose, but Natasha had her locked in good. "D...damnit..."

Natasha smiled a bit, both at how firmly she had Emily trapped and how close she was with the woman. She gave the hold a hard wrench, tsking towards her.

"You should be watching of the language, da? There may be younger girls in arena." She teased, Emily's attempt to pry off her arms finding to success. She gave Emily's neck another wrench, holding her tight, before suddenly taking off with a few quick steps, wanting to turn her headlock into a sudden attempt at a bulldog attempt.

Emily gritted her teeth as Natasha's squeeze tightened. "Yer nay...giving me...lessons in courtesy, Nat..." she managed to rasp. Even as she pried in vain at the Russian's arms, Natasha suddeny rushed forward. For a brief moment, Emily's feet left the mat, before she was slammed face-first into it. A moan escaped her lips as she lay sprawled on her front, her left leg kicking weakly as she was left dazed by her opponent's bulldog.

Natasha wasn't done though, not after she slammed Emily into the mat. Her smile widened, as she readjusted herself beside of Emily, so that she could wrap her hands around the woman's face. She was trying to pull her into a simple crossface hold, pulling back on her with a fair bit of strength, wondering if Emily would be able to withstand this.

As Emily lay on the mat, still quite dazed by Natasha's bulldog, she inwardly figured that Natasha wouldn't simply leave her lying on the mat. She was, unfortunately, proven right when she felt Natasha's arms circle around her face, locking tightly around her skull before wrenching it back in a tight crossface. "Ah-AHHHH!" Emily gasped, kicking at the mat as pain shot through her spine. Her arms grabbed at Natasha's in a desperate effort to pry them loose, but given the angle and how tightly the Russian had her locked, her efforts were fairly weak.

Natasha pulled back on Emily, feeling her weakly grasping at her arms. She squeezed Emily's head tighter in her grip in response to this, shaking her head at the woman.

"Give in~!" She cried out, her voice taking on a bit of a commanding tone.

"Nnn...NNNNNGH...!" Emily tried to shake her head, but a firm squeeze by Natasha prevented her from doing so. Emily clenched her eyes shut, cursing herself for forgetting how strong the Russian was. She continued to paw at Natasha's encircling arms, but could find no weakness to exploit, no was to dislodge the Russian's firm grip. Slowly, her struggles became weaker as the pain became more and more overwheming.

Finally, she could bear it no more. She slapped repeatedly at the mat. "Aright...aright, I give!"