Layla McCarthy vs Natasha Han

After that brutal attack Layla would release Natasha's legs at last, and stand up to admire her work a bit. After that she would grab Natasha by her arm to try and haul her back to her feet, placing her just behind her. She'd then kick out behind her to knock out one of Natasha's legs, and using the leverage Layla would flip the much larger woman over her shoulder, slaming the woman's back into the mat.

Still reeling from that last attack, Natasha would be pulled to her feet. She gave yet another rough cry as her already weakened leg was struck, falling down to one knee, then she was lifted up and slammed right back down with a hard thud. Her eyes closed as she hit the mat, her arms and legs spreading out wide as she just lied there, still and unmoving.

By now thecrowd was mostly in favour of Layla. While they weren't behind her at first after seeing the way she was taking apart the larger woman it was clear just how capable she was.

Layla would kneel down, grab Natasha's head. She'd then wrap her legs around her throat, placing her in a figure four headscissor. From there her short but strong legs would squeeze Natasha, depriving her of much needed oxygen.

As Layla's legs wrapped around her head, Natasha's hands would fly up to them, clawing and grabbing desperately at them, trying to pry them away from her neck, but it would be to no avail. She was too weak at this point, too little energy left. She started to gasp, gagging and trying to get in what breath she could, squirming around as Layla held her trapped in her hold...

"Why did you say that to me before?" Layla asked as she kept Natasha in her hold. By now her legs may as well have been pythons around her neck. "Could it be you weren't taking me seriously? Why wouldn't you do that?" Layla's face darkened. "It's not because of my size is it? COuld that be it?" She squeezed a little tighter. "Well? Answer me!" she shouted, demanding an answer.

Natasha couldn't answer her. Her face was starting to turn colors from the precious oxygen being cut off from her, her struggling against Layla beginning to slow. She writhed around in the hold for what seemed like forever to her, finally having to admit defeat to herself. She would let go of Layla's legs, reaching out one of her arms, lifting her hand up to start tapping out, unless Layla had other plans in store for her...

Layla frowned when Natasha wouldn't, more like couldn't answer her. She knew what she would have answered though, otherwise she wouldn't have beaten her so easily in this match. She thn saw Natasha raised her hand to tap out and end the match. "Oh no you don't!" Layala said, grabbing at both her arms to prevent the tap out from happening. "You're gonna answer my question before you can quit."

After a moment of prolonged squeezing Layla would release Natasha from the headscissors. SHe'd then once again haul her back to her feet by her hair so she could guide her over to the ropes. She'd presse Natasha up against them, and then using the top and middle ropes, would wrap up both her arms between them, keeping her propped up in a kind of crucifix position.

With a scowl, Layla would send a swift chop right acoss Natasha's exposed chest.

Natasha's chest was already bruised and beaten from earlier, weakened and worn down, and Layla's chop would only further that state, Nat giving another cry as she buckled against the ropes.

Layla would continue sending viscious chops across Natasha's chest, trying to make each one harder than the last. "Well?" Layla asked, sending another painful chop. "You gonna answer my question? Did you underestimate me becuase of my size?" Until Natasha answered her, she would keep striking her with wanten abandon.

Natasha would take each of the chops, each one worst than the last. Finally she would tell Layla what she wanted to hear, screaming at her through her pain. "Yes! Yes! Now please, be with the stopping of this torture!" she yelled, struggling to force the words from her mouth.