Emily Nelson vs Natasha Han

Emily felt Natasha moving underneath her, taking them both towards the ropes. Silently cursing, she maintained the hold, hoping to at least put some damage on Natasha before she reached the ropes. "I said give!" she said, even as Natasha came within grabbing distance of the bottom rope.

Finally Natasha would manage grab the ropes, yelling back at Emily again. "And I said you will be letting go!" She managed to force out again, her knuckles turning white due to how hard she was gripping on the ropes.

Breathing heavily, Emily released Natasha. Although Natasha had been courteous enough to give her some breathing space after her own last rope break, she also knew that she couldn't afford to go easy on the Russian. "Sorry 'bout this, Han," she said, grabbing onto Natasha's arm to help her to her feet...before twisting her body sharply, whipping Natasha towards the ropes.

Natasha was pulled right back up to her feet...and then sent quick to the other side of the ring, striking the ropes there and bouncing right back at Emily, completely out of control as she sailed towards her.

Emily ran up to meet Natasha, arm outstretched for a clothesline...

...and Natasha, perhaps still running on pure desperation, would manage to duck right under it.

However, she was still out of control and too tired to do much about it, hitting the opposite ropes and launching right back towards Emily.

Emily cursed as Natasha ducked right under her. She twisted at the last minute, her back hitting the ropes and propelling her back towards Natasha. At the last minute, she tried to kick up, though at the angle they were going, the best she'd be able to do would be to knee Natasha in the midsection instead of kick her in the chest as she'd planned.

And that knee would strike Natasha. She doubled over, stopping in place as the knee shoved into her and forced the very air from her lungs.

Catching her breath, Emily moved up against Natasha, sliding her arms under the other woman's armpits to keep her arms under control. "Y'gave me hell in this ring, and I thank y'for it, Natasha," she whispered into the Russian's ear. "Th'll leave a nasty bump, but y'deserve this instead of bawling out a submission."

So saying, she'd bend her knees and try to lift Natasha up over her head, her body facing the ceiling as Emily held her up to prepare for her finisher, the Nelson Caber. Her sore legs wobbled as she tried to stay upright, trying to at least keep Natasha up long enough to execute the move. Even in this position, however, Emily knew that Natasha could still try to affect an escape if she wasn't careful...

Natasha simply let out a groan as a reply to Emily's words. A shiver ran through her as she felt Emily's arms slipping under her own, their bodies pressing close together with one another's. She was tired, damn tired, and was feeling worried about whatever Emily had next for her...that bit of her that was still realizing what was going on, at least.

Nevertheless, Natasha was a fighter to the end, and even as she was hauled into the air, she would try to turn things back around. When the Scotswoman lifted her up, she could feel how unbalanced she was, and thus would try to shift her weight as best she could to one side, trying to shift her center of gravity in hopes that Emily's move would fail, and she would be dropped in a far less painful manner to the mat.