Natasha Han Vs. Emily Nelson ~ Second Meeting

Natasha nodded as if satisfied with Emily's verbal submission. She held the crossface for a few brief moments more, then released Emily from her grip. She started to stand, to get back up on her feet, calling down at the woman with a playful tone in her voice.

"I am believing that is one for me..."

The moment Natasha released her, Emily sprawled against the mat, breathing heavily. She made no reply at first to Natasha's comment, but she did groan slighty. Slowly, she rolled onto her side, reaching an arm back to clutch her sore neck. She had found out the hard way that Natasha had a pretty mean crossface.

"Y...ye...just...got lucky..." Emily managed to say as she caught her breath.

Natasha folded her arms over her chest, raising an eyebrow curiously as an amused smirk crossed her face.

"Lucky? You are really thinking that was just lucky?"

Taking a few deep breaths, Emily pushed herself up to her knees. "Well...I'm not saying...that last move did'na hurt..." she said, wincing a little as she stood up. She wobbled slightly before regaining her balance, leaning a little on the ropes for support.

"But aye...I'm saying ye cannot repeat the same trick twice," she said with a wary grin, even as she recuperated.

The Russian grinned right back at Emily, giving her a chance to get back up on her feet. She let the woman take a few breaths, getting her balance and bearings back, grinning back at Emily as she heard her words.

"I suppose we will be of seeing if that is true then..."

"Aye, indeed we will be."

Finally feeling recovered somewhat, Emily stepped away from the ropes. Noting with distaste that her t-shirt was now clinging uncomfortably to her perspiring body, Emily peeled it off and tossed it to the side, leaving her upper body clad only in her fuschia sports bra. "Right...ready for round two, then?"

Natasha had already worked up a sweat with her own workout earlier, and now this match was making things even worse. She followed Emily's action, removing her own t-shirt and flinging it off to the side, revealing a tight, black sports bra of her own.

She nodded at Emily's words, raising her hands up protectively in front of her, starting to step towards her rival. "Da...ready when you are being ready..."

This time around, Emily didn't start with a smile, her face now being stern and serious as she stared the Russian down. Natasha was definitely a match for her in the strength department, and probably had a slight edge in skill as well. If she was going to win this round, she needed to up the ante.

Once again, Emily closed the distance between them quickly, tying up collar and elbow with Natasha. This time, however, she only grappled with Natasha for a few seconds before ducking low, aiming to keep a hold of one of Natasha's arms and stand behind her, wrenching her arm back in a chickenwing. "Got you..."

Natasha's own smile soon faded to match Emily's stern expression. She moved right back in towards her, lifting her arms to accept her grapple. She wanted to get this started and over quick, but it seems Emily had similar thoughts. Before Natasha could even start to push into the lock-up, Emily was ducking down and pulling her arm around with her. Within mere moments, it was bent back behind her into the chickenwing.

With a grim smirk, Natasha turned her head back to look at Emily. "Seems you have..."

"That's nay a matter t'be smiling about, Nat," Emily said with a smile of her own, before twisting sharply on Natasha's trapped arm. If the Russian didn't find a way to break out, then Emily would follow up by spinning around, aiming to throw Natasha onto her side and kneel against the shoulder of her trapped arm, wrenching her tightly in an armbar. "Give up!"