The Perfect Candidate

The crowd was a lively one tonight with seemingly every one in the audience on their feet and either cheering for the old favorite Sarah or shouting out in support of the hentai champion Natasha. Despite being held aloft by her neck, air starting to run out as each breath was a battle in of itself, Natasha smiled as this was the fight she had wanted after all, she might as well savor every last moment of it. But she hadn't come out here just to get choked out by someone who had been gone nearly two years, she had a few surprises for Sarah if the woman thought for a moment that the Frenchwoman was going to make this easy on her.

Her legs came up and once she had the arm bar locked in those fingers loosened around her neck, Natasha able to take a deep breath once more while Sarah's arm slumped down to her side leaving Natasha hanging there upside down and unrelenting on the submission hold. She hyper extended the woman's elbow as much as she possibly could in her position, letting her full body weight aid her in that, and yet looking for what Sarah might do to fight her way out of it. This was no match so grabbing the ropes wouldn't do a thing and Natasha wasn't going to stop if the woman tapped either, not for a time at least. Sarah however surprised Natasha when she began to lift her up, Natasha soon up above the woman's head for a couple of seconds before being brought back down to the canvas and right on top of her own championship belt.

Her lower back slammed down onto the metal of her title with a resounding thud, the pain shooting through her body causing her to release her hold on Sarah's arm and roll a few feet away while she writhed on the mat. She rolled onto her front with one of her hands clutching her back, groaning as she pushed against the mat with her elbow.