Emily Nelson vs Natasha Han

"Hnnnnnph...nnnnnnnnnhn...." Emily was beginning to sweat now as the Russian grappler worked her over, barely able to breath past Natasha's constricting arms. Breathing heavily, the Scotswoman balled one of her hands into a fist, and, using her free hand to grab at Natasha's short blonde hair, sent a punch into the Russian's face, hoping that this would break or at least weaken her hold...

Natasha wasn't expecting that, Emily's fist smashing right into her face. Her head reeled back, her arm loosening quite a fair bit from around Emily's neck now.

Breathing hungrily now that the Russian`s grip had loosened, Emily would press one hand against Natasha`s chin, pressing back on her head to hopefully put some pain on her neck and loosen her grip further, while using her other hand to pull at Natasha's elbow. If that didn't work, then Emily would resort to plan B, sending another fist slamming into Natasha's vulnerable face.

A low groan came from Natasha as she felt her head being pushed back and her elbow getting tugged on. She was still slightly dazed from that sudden punch, and her hold around Emily was completely broken now, leaving her open to another attack from the woman.

Relieved to be free from Natasha's grip, Emily kept a hold on Natasha's arm, her reddened face now almost matching her outfit. Twisting sharply, Emily dropped down onto her back, pulling hard on Natasha's arm and twisting on her wrist, while sliding her legs up around Natasha's head and arm and locking them tightly, applying a triangle choke. Not one of her preferred moves, she knew, but a decent one all the same.

Now it was Emily's turn to work over Natasha, it seemed. The Russian was forced onto her back as her arm was jerked around, a muffled groan coming from between Emily's thighs as she felt them clamping around her head. Quickly her free arm came up to one of Emily's legs, trying to grasp at it and pull on it. She seemed almost desperate as she tried this, not wanting this hold to get fully locked in on her, knowing fully well the damage it could do to her.

Emily held her breath, feeling Natasha prying at her legs. "Not bloody likely," she said through clenched teeth as she tried to maintain the hold, twisting on Natasha's arm...she leaned back further, putting more force into the hold...

Another muffled cry passed Natasha's lips as she felt Emily twisting on her arm. Her struggling stopped, the woman's bare thighs pressing closer against her face, squeezing her harder. Emily definately had the advantage at this moment, Natasha's chest rising and falling with a series of deep, hard breaths as she tried to save her strength, as she tried to think of a way out...

"Give up yet, Natasha?" Emily asked, grinding her legs a little while maintaining her iron grip on Natasha's arm. If the Russian refused, then Emily would switch strategies, unwinding her arms and rolling up onto her knees, twisting Natasha's arm in an armbar.

Natasha didn't give Emily a reply. Instead, as she felt her vice-like legs opening from her head, Emily moving to roll to her knees, that's when she would spring into action.

She flexed her trapped arm, pulling back on it away from Emily. She hoped this would stall her transition to the armbar, while she popped her head out fully from between Emily's legs, trying to sit up fully now.