The Battle Continues: Emily Nelson vs Natasha Han

Emily's eyes widened in surprise as her desperate clothesline simply sailed over Natasha's head, the wily Russian ducking at the last moment. Cursing under her breath, Emily stumbled onwards, nearly falling over as she tried to stop. The moment she did, Natasha's powerful arms were around her again, this time sliding around her waist. The Noble Fighter gasped as Natasha squeezed into her from behind, the Russian's slender yet fit form pressing up against her back as her arms clamped around her waist.

"Tche..." Emily's teeth gritted as she pried at Natasha's waist. In desperation, she threw back another elbow at Natasha, but this time her opponent was at such an angle that the best Emily could do was glance her slightly.

Natasha winced, just a bit, as Emily's elbow glanced against her side. She responded by tightening her arms around the Scotswoman, pulling her even closer against her fit, toned body. A faint hint of a blush tinged her cheeks at the closeness between the two of them, and Emily's struggling and wiggling to escape wasn't helping matters much.

"Got you..." she whispered softly to her friend, her rival, before suddenly going to lift Emily straight off of her feet and into the air. She let her body fall backwards, trying to haul Emily higher upwards at the same time, hefting her straight up and over into a quick German suplex, intent of driving the pink-haired woman back into the canvas.

Even as she struggled to escape, Emily felt Natasha lift her. There was a brief feeling of blood rushing to her head as she went flying head over heels, the world around her literally spinning upside down...before she was slammed, shoulder-first, into the canvas.

"UGH!" Her entire body jolted with the impact as though shot, before she toppled over onto her front. Face-down and sprawled on the mat, Emily could only groan slightly as she lay stunned from that powerful impact.

Natasha dropped down by Emily as she slammed the woman down with the suplex. She felt a rush of excitement run through her from hitting her with the mighty throw, and was eager to keep her momentum going. Up to her feet she began to climb, turning to grab Emily by her wrist once she was standing again.

"Get back up..." She said, as she started to pull Emily back up to her feet. "You are not being finished yet, and neither am I!"

Tightly she gripped the arm of her friend, and with a powerful swing, she would try to Irish whip the Scotswoman straight towards the furthest ropes, ready to try and nail her with another powerful attack!

Emily groaned, her head framed by a sprawl of her pink hair as she lay facedown on the mat. Her left leg kicked weakly as she tried to build up some energy, but before she could even try to get back up, Natasha was already grabbing her by the wrist and dragging her up to her feet.

She only had time to give Natasha a confused, glassy-eyed stare before her opponent whipped her towards the ropes. Unable to stop herself, Emily wound up running at full speed towards the ropes, and rebounding forcefully back to Natasha...

Natasha was being relentless in her attacks towards Emily. The two woman were friends, yes, but that didn't mean the Russian was going to go easy on her at all! She wouldn't want Emily to go easy on her, and she knew her rival wouldn't want Natasha to do such a thing to her.

So, when Emily hit the ropes and rebounded back towards her, Natasha was ready, standing firm for the Scotswoman's return. The moment that Emily drew near, the Russian's leg came shooting upwards, her foot aimed squarely for the center of Emily's face with a sudden big boot attack!

Emily was unable to stop herself as she came bouncing back to Natasha. She was still feeling a little out of it from that suplex, and her head still felt faint and dizzy from the impact. She was helpless as she ran straight towards Natasha...

...and felt her skull collide violently with the Russian's extended boot. Colours exploded across Emily's vision, and she dropped soundlessly onto her back with a crash. The crowd let out a collective "OOOOH" as Emily fell, and she lay sprawled on her back, her legs twitching slightly. Natasha's vicious kick had left Emily stunned and vulnerable to whatever she was planning next.

As Emily went down, Natasha thrust her arms up into the arm, a victorious action, pleased with seeing the Scotswoman take the strong shot from her. Running a hand slowly through her hair, she moved towards Emily's legs, reaching down to lift up both of them. Then, she would start to lean forward, bending the legs over her rival's body, pressing down on her with a matchbook pin. She didn't think that Emily would be done so soon, and honestly, inside of her, the Russian hoped she wasn't.

The referee dropped down to the mat, starting the pin count. "One!"

Emily made no effort to resist as her slender body was bent back unflatteringly, her legs rolled back to leave her butt raised just under Natasha's midsection. The Scotswoman could only groan slightly as Natasha's body draped down against her, pinning her down in effective matchbook pin...even though the suggestiveness of the pose was lost on both wrestlers.

Her head was still swimming from that nasty kick, but Emily could still faintly hear the ref girl's countdown in the background. "TWO!", the ref shouted, just before Emily suddenly twisted sharply to the side, getting a shoulder up and managing to rotate her whole body sideways, pushing Natasha off of her in the process. Emily's fans clapped as the Noble Fighter flopped onto her front, still dazed from that earlier kick.

Natasha fell back, as Emily's body twisted around to the side. She looked amused, for a brief moment, before putting on a serious look again. She began to stand up, slowly, speaking softly to her friend as she rose.

"I am glad you are not of giving up yet...but do not think I am of being done!" She called down towards Emily. Once she was on her feet, the Russian leaned down again, going to grab Emily by her legs once more. This time, however, she would step over the woman, tucking each of Emily's legs under her armpits, as she tried to maneuver herself so that she was sitting upon Emily's back. True to her word, she wasn't going to give Emily any kind of chance to fight back, as she tried to bend the girl's body into a tight Boston Crab submission!