Layla McCarthy vs Natasha Han

Layla's eyes narrowed on Natasha, continuing to charge at her. When the Russian moved to pick her up, Layla would suddenly grab at her head and leap frog-like jump right over her so once again she would end up behind the taller woman. This time she had a better plan. She would immediately kick the back of one of Natasha's legs, trying to bring her to her knees. If that worked Natasha would be brought to Layla's level. With that Layla would then charge at her, grabbing her by the head and slamming her to the mat in a bulldog.

Once more, Natasha would find Layla behind her, and again the smaller girl's speed would give her the day, Natasha eating the blow to her legs, causing her to drop down to one knee. She cried out, only for those cries to be muffled as her head was grab, then the Russian slammed back down by the bulldog.

She just lied there, stunned for the moment, facedown on the mat.

Layla sat beside Natasha after the sucessful bulldog, wondering what she should try on her next. She suddenly grinned as she got a fantastic idea. She would reach out and grab Natasha by her hair and haul her back with her to her feet. After that she's place the woman's head between her legs. She'd then grab her around the waist, and in an incredible display of strength, would actually lift Natasha upside down off the mat. Many were amazed to see such a small girl do that to a woman of Nataha's size.

Layla grunted from the effort; she couldn't hold Natasha up like this for long. She wouldn't have to, and she'd suddenly drop down, driving Natasha's head to the mat in a piledriver, once again using her size and weight against her.

Natasha gave a tiny whimper as she was dragged back up to her feet. Her head was quite muddled, quite confused at how she had taken such an incredible beating so far. Nat had taken worse ones before though, she still had some fight left in her, though at the moment she was just a wee to dazed to actually use what she had left.

But then, Layla would lift her up into the piledriver, dropping her straight down. There would be a terrible crunching sound as the Russian's head was driven into the canvas, another weak whimper coming from Natasha as she fell to the mat again. If there was any fight left after that, it remained to be seem, but it looked like Layla had done a great deal of damage with that single move.

The crowd cheered loudly after that incredible display. Not only had Layla actually managed to lift Natasha but she had practically knocked her out.

Layla once again sat by Natasha's downed body, but she would quickly try to roll her onto her front. From there she would move up, taking a seat on Natasha's head facing her legs, pinning her arms down with the her own legs, effectively facesitting her. With an evil grin, Layla would start raining down punches on the Russian's vulnerable breasts.

Natasha was trapped now, there was no way around it. She had been beaten on, worn down, and basically completely owned the entire match thus far, and now that Layla had her arms pinned, had her mounted, it seemed she was still in a deep pile of trouble. She snapped out of her stunned daze as the tiny girl began to beat on her sensitive, nearly bare breasts, howling furiously as blow as blow struck her, kicking her legs up and down against the mat as Layla rained down on her. After a few hits her skin would start to turn red, then light purple bruises would start to form from where Layla was striking the hardest.

Natasha's breasts were like pillows Layla could beat on. Not to mention they were easy on the fists. Once she had turned them a nice shade of black and blue Layla would ease off, smirking at the damage she caused. Suddenly shewould start to massage Natasha's breats with both hands, as if trying to soothe the pain she had caused. This wouldn't last long though, and Layla would one power filled punch directly into one of her fleshy orbs.

Natasha blinked slowly as she felt Layla ease off her. She slowly turned her head to look up at the girl, then as she felt Layla's hands start to rub and massage her chest, a look of confusion would wash over her face, a tiny moan escaping up from her.

...which wouldn't last long, of course, Layla's fist then came smashing down into her breast. The Russian howled out loudly again, her body jerking underneath Layla. She started to pant afterwards, the confusion on her face making way for a look of half anger, half fear, as she gathered up what little strength she had left, trying one more time to try and overpower the girl.

"Mmmmn.....enough!" She would scream, flexing her arms hard, trying to raise them and push Layla's legs upwards to free herself. If this worked and she surprised Layla with her burst of sudden energy, she would try and sit up, grabbing for Layla to attempt to shove her down to the mat between her own legs, shoving her down onto her back.

Once again Layla would understimate just how much strength Natasha had left, and was surprised when she was pushed off her. Before she could get away however, Natasha had grabbed her and thrown her to the mat, where she landed with a grunt. She struggled though, kicking and flailing against her, hoping to hit her and make her back off.

Layla would hit the Russian a couple times, indeed making her 'back off', that is to say....Natasha would let herself fall back onto the mat to dodge the wild kicks. She would pop back up after a moment and try to catch one of Layla's legs as it came in towards her, then fall back to the mat a second time. From there, she would try to wrap her own legs around the one she held of the smaller girl, trying to lock her into a sort of legbar from that position, hugging the leg tight and trying to yank it back. It was a desperate move, sure, but at this point Natasha wasn't sure what else she could do.