Akiha Kosha Vs. Natasha Rostovik

Akiha came in and attempted to perform a leg drop but instead of landing on top of her opponent, she instead hit the canvas, causing her to hurt her leg. “Hsss.” stated the crimson hair wrestler as she held her leg in pain. It wasn't the worse injury but it would slow her down for a bit and that was all the time it took for her opponent to come in and place her in a chinlock submission. “Gah” stated the crimson hair wrestler as she would attempt to grab her opponent hands in an attempt of breaking out though it proved to be futile.

“Ahh!” yelled the crimson hair wrestler as she felt her opponent knee drill right into her back. Though when she heard Natasha call her a bitch, this would enrage her. “FIRST, I NEVER GIVE UP, NEVER HAVE NEVER WILL! SECOND, DON'T CALL ME A BITCH, HAVE SOME CLASS!” yelled the crimson hair wrestler as she would now start to crawl towards the ropes, attempting to go for the rope break.

Natasha smiled as she cranked on the pressure, but Akiha was a very skilled wrestler and was able to start powering toward the ropes. "Niet!" she exclaimed again, trying to control the Japanese wrestler. The Russian had to respect she strength and willingness of her rival as well, but what she had found out that she could be get under her rivals skin with her verbal game.

"Respect you? Ha! You are ze worst wrestler in AFW!" Melody White could pin you!

This was a really close statement, and Natasha was daring to give everything to enrage her rival as much as she could, in the hope of making her slip up. There wasnt much more of an insult then comparing Akiha to a jobber! Of course if it backfired, she could be on the recieving end of a hell of a beating!

By now Akiha was fingertips from the ropes and rather than admit defeat, the Russian let go, giving the Japanese wrestler a shove to add insult to injury.

"Next time you will submit!" and the Russian got to her feet, adjusting her top waiting to see how her rival reacted

The worse wrestler in AFW? Then what the hell was Akiha title belt? Clearly, her opponent was just tossing out random insults and didn't know how to work up an opponent. Though she would not make a witty response at the moment as she needed to focus on getting out of the hold. Yet just as she was about to get to the ropes, she would be released from the hold but the Japanese crusader would still grab onto the rope before getting up and looking at her opponent.

“As stated before I have never given up and nor will I ever give up. Also, you need to work on your insults. Calling someone who has a title belt the worse wrestler does not really work. Try to think of something more clever if your foreign brain can do so.” stated Akiha as she returned the insult back to her opponent. She would then move in, closing the distance between the two before jumping in the air and twisting her body in order to perform a hip attack right into her opponent face.

Natasha was almost reverting to the brat she was in college. Something about Akiha brought out the bitch in her. Instead of responding to Akiha's logic and well thought out retort, the Russian simply raised her gloved hand to her mouth and yawned sarcastically, much to the delight of the handful of support she had in the crowd, although it was largely drowned out with booing for everything she did.

Natasha decided enough was enough and she wanted to end this match with a clever and devastating move if she could, just to teach the Japanese beauty that she was messing with the wrong girl. She raced forward suddenly and THWAP! got a faceful of Akiha's lovely behind.

"UUGGFFFF" The Russian exclaimed finding herself knocked back and dumped on her ass in the ring. She sat there for a moment, purple hair covering her face, with a hand massaging her nose which had taken the brunt of the attack.

It was more stunning than painful for Natasha. Not only was it something close to the tactics she used, but the Russian had been keeping an appreciative eye on Akiha's body and curves!

Moving in quickly, the crimson hair wrestler would turn at the last second before jumping into the air, performing a hip. Her rear connected right into her opponent face, sending her down to the ground in a seated position. It also had the added effect of shutting her opponent up. Maybe now her foreign opponent would realize not to get cocky in a match.

Not wasting a second, the Japanese crusader would move in and attempt to perform a small jump, sending her legs straight forward, attempting to perform a low drop kick in hopes of knocking her opponent all the way down to the ground. Hopefully, the attack would teach her foreign opponent some respect to.

Natasha was fuming as much as she was shocked. How dare her rival literally try to smoosh her face with her behind! Flipping her hair out of her face she was stunned to see Akiha approaching quickly with the drop kick. It connected sending the Russian sprawling to her back.

"AGGHHH" The crowd gasped as Natasha cried out. She lay on her back clutching at her impressive chest, trying to get her breath like a fish out of water. She stared up at the ring lights, feeling them intensely highlight her, the light against her skin. She was winded and needed a moment, not that her stunning Japanese rival would let her have any

Not wasting a second, Akiha rushed forward, hitting her opponent with a drop kick, sending her down to the ground. Things were now starting to get good, her foreigner counterpart was now down and no longer talking. “I guess I am finally getting through to you now.” stated Akiha as she would then run off towards the ropes, she would then jump on the middle rope, using it as a springboard to launch herself into the air. She would then twist her body, now attempting to land on top of her opponent. This maneuver was also called a lionsault, a high-risk high-reward maneuver, one of Akiha's and one of the crowd's favorites.

The Russian was not happy about the match so far, she desperately wanted to get her hands properly on her rival and now she found herself flattened and sore from the barrage so far. She could hear the crowd reaction to what was happening and knew it probably would not be to her benefit

As she went to get up, the red haired beauty filled her vision. "NIET NIET!!" she called out and braced for impact. "UUGGGGGGHHH" Natasha felt Akiha come crashing down across her chest and tummy which knocked the air out of her. It left her laying on the canvas almost middle ring, her face screwed up in pain and was certainly a big moment.

The majority of the crowd urged Akiha on to keep up the momentum

Going on the ropes and performing a lionsault was a rush she always enjoyed especially when it connected with her opponent. It seemed the audience was enjoying the show and cheering her on, a rare occurrence. Though then again being Japanese meant when the crowd hated both her and her opponent they would start to cheer for her.

She could see that her opponent was now in pain and now was her chance to keep building up her momentum. Not wasting much time, the crimson hair crusader would attempt to get back on her feet and have her back face towards her foreign opponent. She would then jump backward in the air and attempt to land on her opponent, trying to perform a standing senton.

Natasha was feeling the effects of the Moonsault and she was well aware of the momentum that Akiha wanted to build, which would spell the end for the Russian. Opening her eyes, she saw the Japanese beauty coming crashing down toward her again.

Rolling as best she could Natasha missed the bulk of the impact but was still caught by Akiha's legs. "AGGHHHH" Natasha was in a bad way, much to the crowds delight, sure she hadn't taken the full Senton, but it still hurt, resembling a double leg drop.

Natasha gasped and with her eyes screwed up right she rolled over to her tummy and began to crawl for the ropes. She had no idea where her rival was, but she needed a time out. It was a race between her attempts to escape and Akiha continuing her punishment.

"Too much sushi, you are ze fat girl" Natasha said in some form of verbal attack, at least trying to rally herself