Pin only match: Natasha vs. Anja the Raven

Despite her ankle getting grinded and punished, the Blonde could not fight a cracked smile on her face about the remark. She already liked this girl a lot, rich girl heiress or not. Downside was that the pain was getting more of a flexible pattern which disrupted her grinding rhythm significantly an hindered her to seek the really sweet spots and could only find them by chance.
“Human nature 101, dear. Pain is close to pleasure.”
Anja was not sure if they had already met, but according to the reaction of her opponent and her denial made her think that she could have hit a jackpot there.

“They all struggled against me to a certain degree, but everyone knew how it would end. Maybe I was wrong with already meeting you? But I rather think I hit the jackpot. Again…”
Feeling no need to hold back, Anja gave a loud, joyous moan when she felt Natasha pull her closer. That was probably a try to slow her grinding. But on the positive side, she had now her hands free to attempt to fully possess the girl in front of her, so one of her thumbs would begin to play with the clit of the downed girl while the other hand would try to snake a way over the lower torso to a breast of Natasha in an attempt to fully possess her.
“Raise your head and look at me, Natasha-chan.”
She suggested with a seductive intention, looking to make the feisty girl submit to the fact the Anja had the reigns in hands right now.

While it hadn't been her intention, in fact it had been caused by the pleasure Anja was inflicting upon her with her domineering grinding, the random changes in pressure upon the blond's ankle seemd to be slowing the woman down, helping her to refocus on finding a way out of this hold. Normally she would have taken such a statement to be simple bravado but looking at the smile on Anja's lips Natasha could only believe that she was enjoying the pain at some level, this blond woman was certainly proving to be a tough one. "Well if thats the case...then let show you real pleasure."

Shaking her head at Anja's continued insistence that they had not only met, but fucked before Natasha couldn't help but try to remember the face of the woman she had run into back on that cruise. She wasn't able to think long on the matter as while pulling Anja in closer had seemed like a good idea before it did not now, Natasha letting out a scream like moan as the woman's thumb began to toy with her clit, Anja not satisfied with just that using her hand to grope one of Natasha's large breasts. On reflex Natasha gave a harder twist upon Anja's ankle than any so far as it was the only way to try and ignore the pleasure being forced upon her, though she would be lying if she said she wasn't loving every moment of this.

Obeying Anja's command she raised her head as far as she could while the blond was sitting upon her leg, glaring at the girl as she did so however. She had little choice now, her ankle lock had done all it was going to do at this point and with her hands occupied with it she had no chance to escape. She released her hold on Anja's ankle and reached up to wrap her arms around the blond's neck, looking to put the woman in a head lock before throwing all her strength into rolling them both over, hoping to scramble backwards afterward in a bid to escape.

The German sneered when her ankle was torn at like it was forbidden tomorrow. But it was not the pain that caught her interest, it was the sentence her opponent uttered.

„What do you know about pain, Natasha-chan.“
It was not even that Anja had to speak it out, what would a rich girl know about real pain? It was not even that the Blonde thought that Natasha was a wuss, she clearly wasn't, but it was a nice clichà to ride with. But seriously, which trainer with a thought about his future would really, really pain a girl like Natasha, the heiress to a modern throne? Even when she by herself had not asked for a softer training, the barrier was there for the guys or girls.

When Natasha finally broke out of the grinding and put her into the headlock, Anja figured it as a strawman move as the girl would surely not want her close right now but could not stop the breakout while her ankle was giving out on her, disabling a quick enough reaction to it. Instead, she stood up while Natasha scrambled away, emitting an aura of absolute confidence and carrying a determined smile on her face before drawing the hand that had played with the clit over her lips, taking a sample with the tip of the tongue.
„That down there? That is no pain. Just uncomfortable.“
As a proof, she grinded her foot from left to right on the mat with a generous gesture, keeping a facade of raw power. In reality, it hurt like crazy and a fast movement with it was just an illusion at this point.

It was an assumption she had heard plenty of times before but it was one she hadn't expected to hear from Anja, having believed she had proven herself so far to the blond woman it was surprising to hear that she still saw her as weak. Having come to Japan partly to prove herself Natasha hated when people assumed she was a stranger to pain, that they could conquer her easily because of her upbringing, perhaps Anja hadn't meant it that way but Natasha couldn't help but take it as such. Natasha knew she had been born into a life far easier than most, but she had trained just as hard as anyone else in the AFW to get here.

"I know more than you give me credit for Anja." Natasha said dropping the honorific she had been using thus far, not even realizing she had done so as the french woman focused on breaking out of this hold. As soon as she had freed herself Natasha rolled away from Anja to create a little distance before rising back to her feet, looking at Anja with an amused smirk on her lips while the blond licked the finger that had been pleasuring Natasha's clit. The German woman certainly gave off an air of supreme confidence as she ground her foot against the mat to prove how tough she was, but Natasha wasn't about to believe that for a second as she knew first hand the damage an extended ankle lock could do.

"Yes you're tougher than me, sure, I get it, now show me."

That had obviously kind of struck a nerve, causing Anja to carry a light grin.
“Aw, come on, donâ€t be like that, Cherrie. The girl I met in Sumatra was surely no wuss.”
It was funny that she could swing at two flies with one newspaper, addressing Sumatra while complimenting her toughness.

But now, she had a more pressing need for a tactic. Natasha had not fallen for her little show, so she was now in a hurry. She had traded fatigue against pain in this exchange. But fatigue would wear off faster that the pain, so all she had left was that the level of arousal was higher with Natasha than in the beginning, so she would have to get her really close. Not including the fact that her opponent had to come close to in any case when she wanted to win. So she could havethe French take the Initiative for now and spare her ankle fast moves, approaching slowly in a slightly crouched fashion.

"I told you that wasn't me you met, you're not exactly the forgettable type Anja." Natasha shot back at the blond woman, obviously still a bit sore from Anja's earlier comment as she locked eyes with the blond woman, determined to make the woman take back her words before the match was done. She wasn't quite sure which of them had gotten the better of their last exchange, Anja now had her first taste of Natasha's pussy but it had cost the woman full use of her ankle if Natasha was right about her faking being fine.

Natasha could see Anja wasn't going to be coming for her any time soon, that was fine by her though as she was eager to go on the offensive after being stuck in that last hold for so long. She closed in on Anja much faster than the blond was moving herself, raising her arms up for a collar and elbow lock up with the woman. From here she would try to step backward to drag Anja off balance before irish whipping her towards the ring corner.

“Oh, thank you, Cherrie, I am indeed not easy to forget. But I also did not always look like this. Tough times, you know.”
Anja was grinning widely at his point. Believable or not, some of these super rich women had everything and still were bored, or maybe they were rather bored cause they already had everything and had yearned for someone like the broke, ragged looking Anja to bring some excitement in her life.

For the present, Anja would not back down from the lockup, both girls had not really gained an advantage right now and the Blonde was eager to continue. But Natasha broke it up early and send Anja with an Irish whip in into the corner.
“Uuhhnn!”
It was not the whip that made her cry out when she hit the corner, it was the ankle that had been moved around without getting some care taken off. So she now held herself in the corner with both hands at the ropes to not stumble out, putting some pressure on the good foot by the way, preparing for a pendulum kick through the second rope in case Natasha would splash or clothesline her.

Natasha went into the lock up on equal grounds with Anja, though she wasn't going to let that remain that way for long as she quickly transitioned into an irish whip, sending the blond woman running across the ring into the corner. That had to be causing havoc on the woman's ankle she thought to herself, Natasha not wasting any time in chasing after her as she dashed across the ring bringing her knee rising up to strike Anja in her stomach, or at least that had been the plan.

Instead her knee struck the turnbuckle and the leg of Anja came up to hit her in the side of her head. "Gawh!" Natasha cried out as one hand shot up to instinctively protect her head, stumbling back away from the corner while keeping her eyes fixed on Anja.

*Phew*
without the help of the ropes, this kick would have put additional pain and strain to her ankle. But now she was hanging literally in the ropes, with a slightly hurting back and a throbbing ankle and needed a way to keep going.

Swinging back, the Blonde stayed on the second rope, grunting when her ankle had to do additional work with standing and adjusting before she came back into the ring with a reverse flying uppercut to not subject her ankle to any initial attack. She usually had a comment like a scream or some little taunt for the world, but Natasha had proven herself to not be taken lightly in the wrestling apartment so she simply had not even the slightest time for a stop at this point.

Natasha stumbled back a few steps after the kick from Anja which had given her quite the headache, rubbing the point of impact with her fingers to try and ease the pain though it wasn't doing much good. She hadn't truly gotten a chance to get into this match so far, her first attempt at a counter had resulted in a back breaker which she could still feel and her only hold of the match had cost her about as much as it had Anja.

She was looking to change that now as Anja came at her with a reverse uppercut, taking a deep breath before she shot her hands out to grip the attacking arm by the wrist while her other hand hooked under her armpit, a sharp tug on the arm while she lifted up on the woman would help to turn the momentum of Anja against her by flipping the blond woman over Natasha and bring her slamming down onto her back. If she could do this much Natasha would take advantage of her grip on Anja's arm by dropping down while twisting the limb into an arm bar, her legs resting on either side of the woman's breasts while her ankles would lock together to squeeze Anja's breasts while applying the arm bar at the same time.