Layla McCarthy vs Natasha Han

Layla scowled as Natasha tried to fight against her. It seemd she was a bit stronger than the smaller girl, but Layla's skill didn't lie in strength.

Taking her foot off of the Russian's chest Layla would kcik Nataha in the side, trying to make her turn over onto her front, still clutching the arm. If that worked, Layla would take a seat on her back, and yank backwards on her arm in a kind of armbar.

For the time being, Natasha seemed to be at Layla's mercy, the rough kick causing her to roll over as Layla intended. She would try to start back up to her feet, but then Layla would be on her back, pinning her down there. She grunted again, then started to moan softly as she felt Layla tugging on her arm again. She trapped for the moment, her mind racing to think of a way to turn the tables back on Layla..

With hernew and dominant position Layla was starting to feel pretty smug right now. Form her seat on her back it was rather humuorous to see such a smaller girl keeping Nataha at her mercy. Still holding her arm, Layla would start to bend back one of Natasha's fingers. "This little piggy went to market," Layla giggled. She bent it back a little further. "This little piggy stayed home...."

Natasha groaned again as she felt her finger being bent backwards. She could hardly believe the smaller Layla had managed to humilate her like this so far, but she wasn't about to let her continue! She gritted her teeth hard, trying to block her pain out of her mind, as she reached back with her free arm to grab one of Layla's thighs, trying desperately to get up on her feet with her opponent still sitting on her.

Layla blinked when she felt Natasha shifting beneath, trying to stand back up. Layla wasn't exactly heavy, so Natasha would be able to accomplish this even with her seated on her back. Scowling, the smaller girl got off of Natasha, taking her arm with her again. She would allow Natasha to get to her hands and knees before she raised her foot above the Russian's head, and stomp down on it hard.

Natasha felt some of her confidence coming back as she made it to her hands and knees. Layla was only a tiny girl, she shouldn't be this much of a problem, right? But then Layla's foot would coming smashing down onto the back of her skull, sending her collasping onto the mat again, grabbing for the back of her head and kicking her legs in pain.

Layla smirked confidently as Natasha writhed in pain at her feet. Seing her like that certainly made Layla feel powerful. This was certainly not the way the crowd had thought the match would go tonight.

Layla would take a seat on Natasha's back again, facing her head this time. She would then grab both her arms, wrap her legs around them, and scissor both arms between her legs, placing Natasha in a lotus lock submission hold.

Natasha seemed to be completely at Layla's mercy. Usually the Russia would be putting up a greater fight than this, but...there was just something about Layla's ferocity that was throwing Natasha off her game, leaving her helpless against Layla's assaulting.

She let out a weak whimper as her arms were folded back and pressed in between Layla's legs. Natasha was trapped by the lotus lock, and still reeling from the blow to her head, there wasn't much she could do at the moment. She wasn't about to give it up yet though, instead trying to simply wait out the hold, despite the pain it was causing her, hoping Layla would get impatient with her and let her go.

"What's the matter?" Layla asked coyly, flexing her legs a couple times to fold Natsha's arms back a bit more. "I thought you were a fighter? So when are you going to fight back?" Suddenly Layla would lean backwards in the lotus lock, reaching behind her to grab both of Natasha's legs. When she did, she would pull them up with her, adding a boston crab to the lotus lock, effectively tying up all of Natasha's limbs.

Natasha opened her eyes slowly. It was one thing for Layla to wrap her up like this, but her words would get under Nat's skin, causing a fire to ignite in her. With a low growl and a mighty push of effort, she would start to flex her arms against Layla's legs, straining to push them outwards to free herself, her firm muscles bulging with each push against Layla.

"Get...OFF!" She would suddenly roar, trying to pull her legs back at the same time, her stronger lower limbs flexing as well, trying to pull themself free of Layla before she could fully lock in the Boston crab on her.