The Battle Continues: Emily Nelson vs Natasha Han

"Ehhh....nnnnh..." Emily's teeth clenched as Natasha's legs still squeezed around her skull, even though her grip had loosened somewhat due to being pushed back. Even in this position, Natasha's hold was still wearing her down. Her shoulders were perspiring heavily as she forced Natasha against the corner post, and the crowd went wild as the two ladies struggled for control.

Finally, with a loud yell, Emily charged forward, aiming to slam her shoulder against Natasha's midsection to make her release her...

Natasha was forced into the corner, trapped by the mighty Scotswoman, her grip on the pink-haired woman all but lost at this point. She leaned against the corner, her body taxed to it's very limit, when suddenly Emily drew back from her. With a curious look, Natasha rolled her head around to look towards her, only for Emily's shoulder to suddenly strike her dead in her midsection. A weak cry escaped from the Russian's lips, as she began to slump in the corner, her hold on her rival completely lost at this point, her arms draped helplessly over the top ropes.

As Emily's shoulder slammed against Natasha's midsection, she felt the Russian double over against her. Taking a few deep breaths, the Noble Fighter pulled herself upright, leaning briefly against Natasha to catch her breath. The crowd cheered in approval as the two beauties were now practically chest to chest.

That didn't last long, however, as Emily grabbed Natasha by the head and arm and moved to turn her around, and pushed against her, aiming to force her up onto the turnbuckle before climbing on behind her, setting her up for her finisher...

There was nothing Natasha could do at this point to stop Emily. Up onto the turnbuckle the Russian was lifted, leaning against the Scotswoman as she climbed up after her. The crowd was on their feet now, knowing what was about to happen as Emily set her friend up for the finisher of the match.

Pushing Natasha up to a seated position on the uppermost corner, Emily took a deep breath as she crawled up against her, her body pressing up against Natasha's briefly as she grabbed the Russian's blonde head and squeezed it tightly in a side headlock. Her cheek rested against Natasha's shoulder as she balanced herself on the ropes, knowing that at any moment, Natasha could knock her back down to the mat with a simple elbow strike.

Unless Natasha did anything to counter her, however, Emily would let out a cry and propel herself off the corner, plummetting down to the mat and taking Natasha down with her, aiming to slam her head-first into the mat for her signature braindrop finisher, the Nelson Caber!

When Natasha's heard Emily's cry, her entire world slowed to a crawl. Things seemed to move in slow motion for her, as she was lifted off of the corner, dropping straight towards the mat in Emily's grasp. She opened her eyes as she fell, looking out past the ring towards the crowd, the bright lights, listening to their cheers and their applause for Emily. The Russian smiled, and then slammed into the mat.

Her skull slammed right into the ring's canvas via the Nelson Caber, a shockwave coursing through her body from the impact. She shuddered, then fell to the mat, Emily's braindrop having done it's painful work. Natasha's body went still, completely unmoving as she hit the canvas, and for all intents and purposes it looked like she had been knocked out.

The ring seemed to shake all around her as Emily drove Natasha's lean, powerful form hard into the mat. The Russian jacknifed off the mat before toppling onto her front in a heap, her purple-clad form twitching slightly as it lay still. Dropping onto her butt, Emily took a few deep breaths and brushed some of her damp hair back. Natasha couldn't have withstood that, she thought to herself. No one was that tough.

Exhaustedly, Emily leaned forwards to grab Natasha by the shoulders and rolled her onto her back. Lying across Natasha's heaving chest, Emily hooked one of her opponent''s thighs and covered her for the pinfall. The ref girl was quickly on hand with the countdown. "ONE..."

Natasha was tough, but Emily was right. She wasn't that tough, and there was very little she could do as Emily rolled onto her, pressing down on her with the pin.

The referee raised her hand again, swinging it towards the mat once more to continue the count, the audience waiting with bated breath to see what happened, to see if this was truly the end. "TWO..."

Emily was just as tense as the countdown went on. She was so close to victory, she could feel it. Any second now, though, Natasha could kick out, and drag this match out even further...

"THREE!" The bell rung, signalling Emily's victory. Releasing Natasha's leg, the Scotswoman leaned back in exhaustion, her face tired and red after this gruelling match. Wearily, she let the ref girl raise her arm as her victory was announced. She felt battered and weary, but despite that, she felt a surge of triumphant pride within her. She had won.

Natasha's leg dropped to the mat as Emily rose up off her, climbing to her feet. She opened her eyes slowly, looking up at Emily basking in her win above her. She smiled, just a faint hint of a smile, as she watched her friend and her rival celebrating. She didn't feel bad about losing. It was a good match, one that had pushed both of them to their limits.

She lied there at Emily's feet for almost a full minute, she sat up, carefully climbing back up to her feet. She turned to face Emily and gave the Scotswoman a smile, extending her hand towards her. "Good match, ya?"