Amy meets Natasha

Nastasha gritted her own teeth and began to stretch harder on Amy's leg as she felt the girl trying to make it to the ropes, her arms and legs squeezing it tightly, closely to herself, almost like some kind of strange lover.

"Give it in, Amy! I do not want to be hurting you too badly!!"

"Mrnnhh... not yet... I'm not... d..done yet.." She retorted, still being stubborn while she crawled closer towards the ropes.

Natasha remained latched onto Amy's leg, trying to inflict as much damage as possible, until Amy finally got to the rope and grabbed on, forcing Natasha to relunctantly let go, rolling away from her and getting back up, eyeing her closely to see what kind of shape she was in.

"That is two of your 'rope breaks' so far...I am assuming you do not do well with the submissions, correct..?"

Amy shook her head when Natasha let go of the submission, and ignored her question while she tried to get her feet under her. She winced when she moved her leg, but it was still moveable. Still, she knew a large portion of her lifting power had been taken away from Natasha keeping that hold on her for so long. She'd have to think of a different way to take her down now... She was in trouble.

Natasha waited for Amy to get back to her feet, then started to advance her on, circling around to throw a few stiff kicks at the back of her weakened leg, sensing her hold had done exactly what she wanted it to.

Amy got fully up to her feet before turning to Natasha, who was already circling her. She cringed at the kicks, and almost fell back to one knee as Natasha kicked at the leg again and again. She then tried to rush her suddenly, trying to tackle her by the legs.

"Not gonna just sit here... and let you pick me apart." She declared while trying to tackle her.

Natasha had assumed Amy's leg was in too bad a condition for her to try anything quick like that, and so she was caught by surprise and sent to her back by the tackle.

Amy exhaled sharply when she got Natasha on her back, and tried to climb on top of her... but she wasn't sure of what to do once on top of her. "Shoot! Think Amy, think!" She thought to herself before she tried to grab Natasha by the arms while sitting on her legs, trying to sit her up and would try to fold her forward while trapping her in a headlock, trying to make her back sore to take out some of her lifting power as well.

Natasha was folded into the headlock by Amy, bent painfully in half by her, growling as Amy clenched the move in on her.

Amy grinned a little at the move seemed to be doing some good at least. She continued to clench down tighter on her head, and would lean back a bit to try and apply more pressure. "Gotcha now!"