The Battle Continues: Emily Nelson vs Natasha Han

Emily took several deep breaths as she lay on her front, blinking a few times in an effort to shake off the dizziness. She had been utterly unprepared for Natasha's strong comeback, and now the Russian had left her in a pretty bad state. Her forehead was throbbing like a drum from the kick and the suplex, and the back of her neck ached a little from Natasha's earlier headlock. Groaning, she kicked her booted sole against the mat in an effort to build up the energy to move. In the background, her fans clapped, urging their favourite to stand back up.

Natasha, however, clearly had other ideas as she sat down on the Scotswoman's back. Emily's legs were wrenched back, causing her upper body to press down further against the mat, and suddenly a searing pain erupted in her back as Natasha locked in a boston crab!

"Aaaaaagh!" Emily cried, before clenching her teeth firmly, not wanting to give Natasha he satisfaction of hearing her scream. Nonetheless, her eyes were soon screwed shut in pain as Natasha worked her over, her fist pounding uselessly at the mat as she tried to fight off the pain.

Natasha leaned back in her seat upon Emily, cranking the woman's legs further backwards into the hold, bending her body back in a most painful manner. She turned her head to glance over her shoulder towards Emily, watching her as she worked her over with the submission, her voice taking on a stern tone as she called out to her.

"Do not be telling me this is too much for you? Surely you can take a little punishment like this?" Just to punctuate her words, she sharply leaned back again, trying to put even more pressure onto the Scotswoman's body. "If you cannot take it, then give up!" The Russian called, trying to both weaken Emily and spur her on to try and escape.

"Augh...aaaagh..." A few cries escaped Emily's clenched teeth as Natasha worked her over into an almost perfect C shape, bending the Scotswoman's curvy form to its limits. The crowd was going wild now that the Noble Fighter was trapped in the excruciating hold, and given how well Natasha Han was known for her submissions, they knew that this wouldn't end well for Emily.

"N...NO!" Emily finally managed to say in response to Natasha's taunts. Sweat beaded down her forehead as her eyes were screwed shut in pain. Knowing that she had to turn this around somehow, Emily pressed her palms against the mat and tried to get her upper body off the mat. If she managed that, then she would try to reach her hands underneath her and grab at Natasha's ankles, hoping to use their positions to roll the Russian up into a surprise pin.

If she failed, though, then the Scotswoman would have no other option than to dig her arms into the mat and drag herself, slowly and painfully, towards the ropes...

Natasha leaned back, almost looking relaxed as she bent the Scotswoman backwards, putting ever-increasing pressure onto her body. As disappointed as it made her feel, she assumed that she had this won, that Emily was completely trapped. After all, the pink-haired woman wasn't doing much to escape, was she?

Then, the Russian suddenly heard the cry of "NO!" pass through Emily's lips. She smiled, looking back towards Emily just in time to see her push herself up, reaching back to grab at her ankles. Before she even realized what had happened, Natasha was brought down to the mat, rolled up into the tight pin.

With wide eyes of surprise, she started to struggle and squirm, as the referee dropped down, beginning her count. "One!"

Emily caught her breath as she rolled Natasha up into a neat pin, pulling the other woman's legs back over her body in a tight rollup. She held on to the Russian's legs, maintaining the pin as best she could even as the ref girl continued her countdown.

"TWO!"

Natasha scowled, hardly believing that Emily had managed to turn things around so quickly and so easily on her. She wasn't about to let the Scotswoman get an easy win here, however, and right before the referee hit her third count, the Russian would try to buck her entire body, trying to break her way free of the pin and send Emily flying off of herself!

Just before the ref girl could reach the three count, Natasha bucked wildly from underneath Emily. The Scotswoman gasped as she was flung backwards, toppling onto her back as her opponent successfully managed to break the pinfall.

Breathing slowly, Emily rolled over onto her front and began to gingerly push herself upright. Her back was still stiff and sore from the earlier boston crab, however, and her attempts to get back up would be slow and strained-- which would give Natasha plenty of time to get back up first...

As soon as Emily was thrown off of her, Natasha rolled over, hurrying up to her feet. Seeing that Emily was still trying to rise, she decided to give her friend a hand to her feet. It's what friends were for, right?

She stepped towards Emily, reaching down to grab her by the wrist. She gave her pink-haired comrade a sharp jerk, to pull her back up into a standing position...but, most unlike a friend, she then started to try to drag her towards one of the corners of the ring. Once they neared it, the Russian gave a mighty yell, and would try to pull Emily towards it, giving her a rough shove straight into the corner, right where she wanted her for what she had in mind next.

Breathing hard, Emily was slowly pushing herself back upright when Natasha grabbed her by the arm. Gasping, she felt herself being dragged shakily to her feet by the Russian. The Scotswoman didn't even have time to pull away or throw a clubbing forearm at the Russian, however, when Natasha twisted and began to drag her forcefully to the turnbuckle.

"Ah!" she winced as she was shoved hard into the turnbuckle, her nylon-covered chest bearing the brunt of the impact as she was slammed against the padding. The air erupted from her lungs, and she slumped weakly against the turnbuckle, momentarily stunned.

Once Emily had smashed into the turnbuckle, Natasha reached for her, going to slowly turn the Scotswoman around so that she was facing outwards, towards the Russian. She took a step back, gazing at Emily for a moment, letting her eyes trace over her friend's body from head to toe.

After but a brief moment, then moved back in towards Emily, drawing back her arm. With a loud, aggressive cry escaping her lips, she swung her hand straight towards the woman, going for a hard chop right into the center of her chest.