Layla McCarthy vs Natasha Han

Layla wasn't exactly happy with Natasha's confession. She was basically admiting that she hadn't been taking Layla seriously. "I thought so," she whispered spitefully. "I bet you're regretting it now, huh?" She tugged down lightly on the breast portion of Natasha's out, exposing a bit more of her cleavage. "Now you're really gonna get it...."

Natasha groaned again as she felt Layla tugging down on her outfit, her breasts starting to become a bit more exposed. However, with Layla not actually attacking her at the moment, she would try and send a wild, desperate haymaker towards the smaller girl's face, hoping to catch her off guard again with the crazy punch.

"AHH!!" Layla yelped, stumbling backwards from Natasha's surprising punch. She did not think Natasha would be able to free herself from the ropes, and that was why she was caught off guard. She backed off holding her jaw and glaring at the Russian. She moved away from her, positioning herself between her opponant and the corner post.

Trying to torture Natasha for an answer might have been a mistake from Layla, because now Natasha was back up on her feet and fighting for her life, fighting like a cornered animal. She knew she was just about finished, knew she had nothing left to lose, but if she was going down, she was going to do as much as she could to Layla first.

Seeing her backing off from herself, the Russian would charging in towards Layla, dipping her body down to try and spear her right into that corner she had moved towards.

Layla could see the desperation in Natasha's eyes. It reminded her of the look she used to have as she tried to escape the bullying of the bigger girl's.

Unfortunately for Nataha, she would fall right into the trap Layla had set up for her. As she came charging at her, Layla would hide a smirk. She shifted her stance, putting one foot forward and her other back, hunkering down for the Russian's attack. At the last moment as Natasha tried to grab her, Layla would duck down, grab Natasha's outfit, and using the momentum of her charge and the leverage of her positon, would actually toss her right over her shoulder. From where they were Natasha would slam into the corner post into a tree of woe position, with her hanging upside down by her legs on the turnbuckle.

Natasha was slammed into the post spinefirst, her body jerking as she was knocked against it. She simply hung there afterwards, what little fight she had completely drained as she groggily stared up at Layla from that position.

Layla had positioned herself between the post and Natasha for a reason; to set Natasha up for this position, and really lay the hurt on her. It was one of her speacial moves, the tree of pain. From here all kinds of attacks could be used on the Russian. To start off, she would grab one of the woman's arm to keep it out of the way, and send a swift kick into the woman's exposed stomach.

Natasha was hit right in her stomach, her body doubling over, raising upwards as Layla's foot was planted in her gut. "Nnn!!!"

Layla wouldn't stop there, much too happy beating Natasha up. She'd two quick punches into her opponant's gut, before she'd karate chop her right int the crotch.

Both punches would hit home, then the chop would drive right down into her crotch. Natasha screamed again, completely at Layla's mercy, looking up at her with pain in her eyes, an expression on her face that just seemed to beg for Layla to stop.