Natasha Han Vs. Emily Nelson ~ Second Meeting

Natasha grinned back towards Emily. "It is not my fault I am so much bigger and stronger than the little idol girls that ran around the Wrestle Angels." She started to circle back around Emily, watching her closely. "If they would be more into the wrestling and not so much the idoling, they would not have much to be intimidated by." Her smile then deepened at Emily's next words. "The same to you. I could not be asking for a better partner."

When Emily finally motioned for the lockup, Natasha gave her a nod, and lunged in towards the Scotswoman, ready to take her head on in the grapple. She grabbed for Emily's arms, digging her feet into the mat, her own muscles flexing as she pushed against Emily, vying for any kind of advantage over the woman she could get.

Natasha body was covered in a wet layer of sweat by this point; as she pressed up closer to Emily, she could feel the warm moisture between the two of them. She leaned closer against Emily, feeling the woman's chest pressing against her own, and for a very brief moment, her thoughts danced back to the conversation they had just had about hentai matches. A soft chuckle passed through the Russian's lips, thinking it funny for a moment, before turning her focus back to Emily.

With each step she was able to shove Emily back with, she felt stronger and stronger, thinking she had this round in the bag already. She usually knew better than to be so overconfident, but she was enjoying herself, losing herself in the fun spar with her friend and rival. She kept pushing against Emily, one step at a time, trying to force her back and into the corner of the training ring, up against the turnbuckle post.

Natasha felt a grim sense of satisfaction as she felt Emily press against the corner, and she was ready to release her for her next move after that. Unfortunately for the Russian, it seemed that Emily had other plans, twisting her around and slamming Natasha up into the corner.

"Unf!" She cried out, giving a gasp of her own, then a long 'UNGH!" as Emily's knee shot up, driving itself into her stomach. Forward came Natasha, doubling over nicely and putting her right where Emily no doubt wanted her.

Natasha let out a groan as Emily roped her arm around her neck. She was still trying to recover from the brutal knee strike the Scotswoman had given her, so she offered little resistance to the headlock. Out of the corner she was pulled, her tired arms raising up to grab at Emily's arm, tugging and grasping weakly for it in an attempt to pull it loose.

"Ack!" The powerful Russian cried out as Emily wrenched her neck harder. Natasha knew she needed to do something different, find a way out of this hold. Before she could do so, however, Emily was on the move again, flinging her at the closest set of ropes. With no control of herself, Natasha ran right into them, bouncing back towards Emily, straight into her clothelines. The pink-haired woman's arm hit her chest like a steel rod, Natasha dropping to the mat with outstretched arms, panting heavily with both pain and exhaustion.