Amy meets Natasha

Natasha reached down for Amy's legs, then froze, tilting her head back and starting to cry louder as she felt herself being crushed by the workout girl. She knew she would be strong, but wasn't expecting her to be *this* strong, and especially not to be crushing her so easily. Eventually though, she would start to focus and try to put the pain out of her head, realizing that she was still lying atop of Amy. The proud Russian woman would reach down and try to grab Amy's head, bending it forward and attempting to get it under her armpit, so she could try to lock the girl into a sort of backwards headlock, clamping her arm tightly around her.

Amy smiled as Natasha cried louder in pain, and flexed an arm, showing off to Natasha while winking playfully at her. Her head was then grabbed, and was suddenly pulled up into an uncomfortable position. She grit her teeth as she wasn't too flexible. She was somewhat, but this position was a bit painful to her. To lighten up the pressure, she let go of Natasha's waist, but would quickly try to move and grapevine Natasha's legs instead.

Natasha breathed a sigh of relief as she felt Amy letting her go, clenching her in the headlock harder and starting to try to get up, but then would groan as she felt Amy's leg starting to twist around her own. She would try and kick her legs to keep Amy from being able to fully grapevine her, while trying to roll over onto her back at the same time. If Amy let her do this, then it would be Natasha's turn to move her legs up and wrap them around Amy's waist, trying to give her opponent a taste of her own medicine.

Amy winced as Natasha squeezed down tighter on her head, and tried to grapevine her legs, but she ended up getting rolled underneath her. She then tried to reach her arms up to grab her head in a headlock the same time she was caught in the bodyscissors. "Oh no you don't.." She smirked.

Natasha groaned as the headlock was locked in on her, yet she still held Amy's head tightly under her arm. "Oh yes I do, comrade.." she'd whisper, letting her legs tighten around Amy's waist. She realized at this point it had came down to a battle of stamina with the girl, and while Natasha was still unsure of just how much Amy could take, she felt she had the advantage, holding Amy in both the headlock and the bodyscissors, while Amy had only the headlock to speak of...

"Arrnnggh..." She groaned as Natasha had the more favorable position, and tried to let go of Natasha's head to reach for the ropes, as much as she didn't want to escape the hold, preferring to beat her in it, she knew she wasn't going to last long in this position.

"Rrgh... rope break!" She called out while hanging on to the bottom rope.

Natasha allowed herself a soft chuckle, slowly letting Amy go. "Rope break? Is is that the pain is just too much to handle...?"

After releasing the girl, she would actually breath a sigh of relief, glad to be free herself, and slowly stand to get back up to her feet.

Amy frowned at Natasha's tease. "It's called playing smart." She retorted before trying to stand up herself, and limbered her body up a little with a couple of bounces before shifting back into her grappling stance. "You're going down, Natasha.." She declared as she moved into her stance.

Natasha's own smile faded, leaving her frowning back at Amy. "I was not being serious," she replied, "and it will not be me who is the one going down." She raised her own arms upwards her own stance, moving back in towards Amy, going to meet her in another lockup. "Maybe it is you who should be lightening up a little, perhaps.."

"Hey hey.. I'm not being serious either, Natasha.. it's all in good fun... can't hurt to make it a little competitive though." She said with a smile, and started to walk towards her to try and lock arms with her once more.