The Battle Continues: Emily Nelson vs Natasha Han

Emily blinked a little at Natasha's retort. A second later, she felt a surge of strength from Natasha's arms as the Russian began to power her way out. Alarmed, Emily clenched her teeth and tried to tighten her hold of the full nelson, trying to put more pressure on Natasha's arms as her chin rested against the other woman's shoulder.

The crowd went wild as the two beautiful wrestlers pitted strength against strength. Slowly but surely, though, Natasha's arms swept forwards, loosening Emily's grip...

Natasha strained, already working up a sweat as she struggled to overpower Emily's hold on her. At the same time, she drew up her legs, trying to power her way up to her feet at the same time.

As she rose, she felt Emily's grip starting to loosen on her. She grinned, just a small bit, and once she had gotten the two of them back up to their feet, the Russian would suddenly lean sharply forwards, trying to throw Emily over herself and to the mat!

Emily's teeth clenched as she tried to keep the hammelock on, sweat starting to roll down her forehead as she tried desperately to keep Natasha under control. Slowly but surely, however, Natasha forced the two of them to stand upright...

And then, suddenly, the Noble Fighter was flipped head over heels and sent crashing onto her back. "UUUUUF!" she gasped, momentarily stunned.

Natasha was relieved, as she felt Emily go flying over her, dropping to the mat below. She wasn't done yet, wasn't going to give her rival a chance to rest. Reaching down, she went to grab Emily by her arm, to pull her back up to her feet. Then, the Russian would try to slip her arms around the Scotswoman's neck, trying to lock her into a tight headlock, really wanting to wear Emily down before trying any more big moves on her.

Emily was still lying stunned on her back when Natasha grabbed at her arm, pulling her up shakily to her feet. Shaking off the dizziness, she was about to turn around and club Natasha with a forearm when she felt the Russian's powerful arms wrap around her head, trapping her in a tight headlock. The Noble Fighter gasped and grabbed at Natasha`s wrists as she tried to free herself, her breathing momentarily restricted. "Hhhah...hhhhneh..."

Once Natasha's arms wrapped around Emily's neck, she locked them in tight, trapping her foe within her headlock. She smiled as Emily's hands began to grasp for her wrists, responding to her friend by giving the woman's neck a sudden, hard crank.

"Let go!" She yelled, before going for the second crank. She wasn't about to let go of Emily yet, not when she had her trapped like this!

"Ghaaaah!" Emily gasped as Natasha suddenly cranked up the hold, sending a jolt of pain down her spine as her throat was constricted even harder. She was having a lot of difficulty breathing now as her skull was squeezed, and the pressure made her wonder which would happen first-- if she would pass out from the lack of air, or if her head would simply be crushed like a walnut.

"Nh...not...going down...that easily..." she rasped. Closing her eyes, Emily focused and tried to swing an arm back, hoping to hammer an elbow hard into Natasha's bare abdomen, hoping to force the Russian to release her, or at least to weaken her grip.

"I would not want you doing so..." Natasha muttered, keeping her arm tight around Emily's neck. She smiled, despite herself, glad to see her rival putting up such a great fight. She readied her arms, ready to crank her neck again, when suddenly Emily's arm swung back, her elbow driving itself into the Russian's midsection.

"Unggf!" came the cry from Natasha's lips, as her grip loosened up on Emily. With her smile quickly fading into a scowl, she let go of the Scotswoman completely, giving her a rough shove away with one hand, as she went to rub at her abdomen with the other. That blow had stung, but the Russian was far from giving up.

The last elbow did the trick, forcing Natasha to release Emily. The Scotswoman let out a loud gasp as she stumbled back, the pressure on her skull eased up now that she was free from Natasha's brutal headlock. She had almost forgotten how strong a grip the Russian had.

Breathing rapidly and deeply, Emily knew that she couldn't afford to let Natasha recover, even though she was still feeling pretty sore herself. Dropping low, Emily charged forwards, hoping to nail Natasha with a surprise clothesline. "YAAAH!"

Natasha wasn't so shaken up by the elbow, that she wouldn't be able to see something that obvious coming towards her!

She turned towards Emily, and as the woman rushed in with her arm outstretched at her, the Russian would duck right under it, moving to pop back up behind Emily. With a smirk back on her face, she would lunge back at the Scotswoman, trying to throw her own arms tightly around Emily's waist, wanting to hold her nice and close for the moment as she readied herself for her next move.