Tasha's locker room stretches.

Tasha let go of her legs afterwards, letting her flop to her back, but then Tasha would roll over and try to climb on top of Kahalin to pin her shoulders down for a count.

"1! 2!...."

Kahalin's body unfolded back, and she stayed on the mat, in a spread-eagle position, seeming to be down for the count. As Tasha got on her and held her down, the first count came in, then the second...

Before the third count kicked in,Kahalin got her shoulder up, suddely kicking and wriggling and bucking to get Tasha out of her. She hissed strings of words in Hindi, however it was clear to everyone around that her tone wasn't friendly at all.

Tasha was certain that she would get the win there. There was not a single doubt in her mind. That's why she was so surprised when the woman managed to get a shoulder up, and blinked as she started speaking in a language she didn't understand.

She got off the woman, and flopped to her rear, needing to catch her breath.

"I can't believe... you kicked out of that..."

Kahalin quickly rolled away from her opponent and got on all fours. Apart from her heavy breathing and her arched back, it didn't seem like she was being slammed into te mat a moment ago. She glared at the Submission Queen. "I'm going to show you the true meaning... of submission." Kahalin would start to get up, always with an eye to her opponent.

Tasha watched the woman stand back up, and grit her teeth, forcing herself to climb back to her feet as well. "You'll show ME the meaning? This oughta be good.." She smirked, cracking her knuckles slowly. Her leg was finally ok enough for her to stand on it, and she awaited Kahalin's next move.

Kahalin assumed a low crouch stance, glaring at Tasha. After a few moments of tense circling between the two, Kahalin suddenly dashed towards Tasha at mach speed. It seemed that she was aiming for a full-on tackle; however, at the last moment possible, her body fell back, changing the tackle to a slide. Her true intent was to hit or snatch Tasha's injured leg with her outstretched feet, in an attempt to trip her.

Kahalin assumed a low crouch stance, glaring at Tasha. After a few moments of tense circling between the two, Kahalin suddenly dashed towards Tasha at mach speed. It seemed that she was aiming for a full-on tackle; however, at the last moment possible, her body fell back, changing the tackle to a slide. Her true intent was to hit or snatch Tasha's injured leg with her outstretched feet, in an attempt to trip her.

Tasha kept her eyes locked with the bangladesh woman, staring her down as they circled, and then she saw her move. She tried to slam a hard knee up into her jaw, but that was avoided when she fell back into a slide.

She avoided crying out as her leg was snagged, but she ended up falling onto her hands and knees, hissing as the pain in her leg was back. "Grhh.. damn it.."

After the slide, Kahalin stopped next to Tasha, slightly behind her. Not wasting her chance, the bangladeshi would roll over and try to get ahold of Tasha's injured leg by the ankle. Once she did it, she would start getting up, not letting go of it.

Tasha felt her leg being lifted up as the bangladeshi rose to her feet. She clenched her teeth, trying to pull it away, and kicked at her blindly, hoping to hit her somewhere so she could escape.