Natasha Han Vs. Emily Nelson ~ Second Meeting

Natasha, too, realised within the back of her mind that she wasn't going to win this fight. Her eyes slowly fluttered shut completely, rubbing back against Emily as her felt her headlock going completely loose, her arm going completely limp, simply hanging around the neck of the Scotswoman with no real power at all behind it. At about the same time that Emily passed out, Natasha did the same, the Russian growing unconscious in Emily's arms...

For a moment, Emily lay still against Natasha, her head lying to the side and breathing lightly, cushioned a little by one of Natasha's breasts. She had been completely knocked out by the Russian's powerful headlock, and it had left her sprawled against her opponent who, ironically, had been knocked out at the same time by her desperate smother. The two lay on the mat against one another, both shining with perspiration and red-faced from their respective holds.

Slowly, Emily began to stir a little, a low groan escaping her lips. "Mmmnnnnnh..."

Soon after Emily began to stir, Natasha's eyes would slowly start to flutter open, the Russian looking completely dazed and still out of it. She looked towards Emily, whom she was still tangled up with, and blinked curiousity, speaking softly. "Nmm...what happened...?"

Emily blinked a few times as her consciousness slowly returned. Turning her head gingerly, she realized her head was still nestled against Natasha's arm, and that she was still on top of her opponent. Turning to face Natasha, she blinked rheumily as she tried to bring the world back into focus.

"I...dunno..." she replied gingerly. "I think ye might 'ave won...I was knocked out for a second there..."

Natasha blinked in confusion, then slightly shook her head as she stared up at Emily, her body still wrecked with her exhaustion. "I am not thinking so...you had made me pass out as well, so I am not sure.."

Upon hearing Natasha's words, Emily's head slumped down, her cheek resting against the side of Natasha's chest as she took a deep breath. She began to chuckle weakly.

"Bloody hell," she managed to say, "it looks like we've just fought to a bloody draw, 'aven't we?"

Natasha stared at Emily a moment longer, then a sheepish, tired grin started to creep across her face.

"It...it is seeming that way, da..." She closed her eyes, shaking her head slightly from side to side. "Only because I had been working out all morning. In normal match, you would be crushed, like last time." She smiled a bit, her words having a bit of a teasing tone to them.

Emily chuckled back. "Nay, th'last time, ye were just lucky to fall on top of me after I knocked you out, Nat," she replied. She slowly pushed herself upright to prop herself up on her elbows. "Still, I suppose we'll have to settle for a draw, unless you have the energy to try to make me tap out some more.."

Natasha shook her head up at Emily. "A draw is being fine. I...I am tired. I think we both are, da? I am of thinking we should both call it for today."

Emily gave a weary nod and pressed her palms against the mat, pushing herself up into a kneeling position. Catching her breath, she extended a hand to Natasha to help her up as well. "Aye, I suppose we'll 'ave to settle with being equally good for now." She smiled. "Untill the next bout, that is."