Emily Nelson vs Natasha Han

Cursing as Natasha popped free, Emily would kick her legs back, rolling onto her knees opposite the Russian. From this position, she would eye Natasha carefully, ready to counter any attacks she might make.

Natasha glared slightly at her as the two of them raised up, Emily on her knees and Natasha still sitting there. In this position, Emily would have a slight advantage over her, especially with the Russian worn down from that hold. She needed to change that quick.

Instead of trying to rise further, Natasha actually dropped back to the mat, rolling right away from Emily. Then she would move to her hands and knees, pushing up and starting to rise back up now, a fair bit of distrance between the two at this point.

Getting to her feet, Emily saw Natasha trying to reduce the distance between them...not wanting to give Natasha a chance to receperate, she ran after her, dropping low to hit her in the side or in the head with a baseball slide.

Natasha rolled right away, but as she started to rise she noticed Emily charging in, too late to do anything about it. Her slide smashed into Natasha, her feet striking her skull hard. The Russian fell completely back to the back, lying on her stomach, grabbing at her head with both hands as she kicked her feet in pain.

Emily smiled despite herself, as she now had Natasha right where she wanted her. Grabbing onto the other girl's kicking boots, she folded one over the other, sliding her legs in so that Natasha's legs were pretzled between hers, before leaning back on her palms, trapping Natasha in a figure four leg lock. Even if she didn't make Natasha submit, she knew, she could still slow Natasha down by making her legs nice and sore.

Natasha's eyes went wide as Emily rolled her onto her back, twisting her legs into the figure four. She wasn't in any position to stop her right now, and so the pink-haired woman would pull off her hold no problem.

Natasha closed her eyes, letting out a low, almost gutteral scream as Emily began to work her over, pain surging through her legs now...

Emily held her breath as she kept the figure four locked in, rocking her body to add to Natasha's discomfort. "Come on, luv!" Emily shouted. "Give up!" She would keep the hold locked in, although she noticed that she and Natasha were almost in arm's length of the ropes.

Natasha let out another low scream as Emily began rocking back and forth.

"Not...likely!" She yelled at her once more, opening her eyes and trying to push herself up slightly. She saw Emily's eyes glance to the side, her own eyes following their path, and that's when she spotted the ropes so close. Her arm thrust out, her fingers wrapped themselves tight around the rope as she glared up at Emily.

"Release!" She yelled now, her voice taking a commanding tone, as if expecting Emily to simple obey and break her hold.

Cursing under her breath, Emily unhooked her legs from around Natasha's. Rolling up to her feet, Emily grabbed at Natasha's arm, hoping to pull her up. If she managed to do so, she'd try to soften the Russian with a knee to the midsection before whipping her towards the opposite ropes.

Natasha released her hold on the ropes just in time for Emily to haul her to her feet. Once on them though, she grabbed at the top rope for support. Emily's knee would strike her, causing her to double over again, but as Emily went for her whip she would find that Natasha was still hanging onto the ropes, breathing hard and thwarting her plans yet again.