Natasha Han vs. Tessa Price

Tessa's elbow landed right in the middle of Natasha's chest, and the Russian would jerk suddenly as a response to it, a grunt of pain passing her lips.

Her elbow hit right into the center, and now it was probably the time to use a cover on Natasha. They would have to apply some rules of fair play here, but the Blonde had no qualms about her opponent being one of the fair types.

She tried to hook the inner leg of the Russian with both hands and lean her own torso heavy on the one of Natasha to press her shoulders on the mat and count to one in case of success.

Natasha lied there as Tessa slipped onto her. She let out a long breath, closing her eyes and letting Tessa get the first count...

" One."
Tessa was quite happy with herself at this point. She had already shown that she was no total newbie and could go with one of the already established talents ring-wise. What she was lacking in experience was still a problem, but that would be solved by simple competing.

After her first count had gone by, the Blonde didn't change tactic and just went for count number 2.

Natasha lied there still as Tessa got her first count, her eyes closed. She was resting, trying to gather her energy up as Tessa continued her count...

"Two."
Could it be over right now? That would come as a definite surprise to the German, but not an unpleasant one which you could also read in her face at this point. It was just a spar, but when you fought against a person with the name of Natasha Han, you gave them automatically a bonus for fame and expected them to do the unexpected and game-breaking. But after all was said and done, they were also human like everyone else too.

Indeed, Natasha was only human, and after not only her workout, but the surprising skill of the newcomer as well, she was feeling quite drained. The Russian lied there, eyes closed as she heard Tessa's second count, finding herself somewhat enjoying the feel of the german's body lying atop her own...

It was a really strange feeling to have this long of a pin on THE Natasha Han, even more when you could think of it as lying on an enforced pillow, at least that was the impression that came to her instantly. One of the benefits of joining the AFW was without a doubt the many gorgeous opponents, although she considered herself more of a wrestler then a Kawai-Rustler or something like that.

Her hand would go down for a third time if Natasha would not kick out while her mind cruised around how she could put Natasha over without sounding like a hypocrite and the mild offerings of a first class winner.

Natasha probably could have summoned up the strength to kick out, if she really wanted to. She wasn't too worried about it though; after all, this was more of a friendly spar, and she was tired after all.

With closed eyes and a smile on her face, she listened to the sound of Tessa's hand hitting the mat a third and final time, giving the victory to her.

Tessa got fast up to her knees after her arm had hit the mat a third time, slightly smiling with pride while looking for Natasha to check if she was hurt or something like that, but it didn't really look that way. It was just a spar, but Tessa felt as if she had defeated the reigning champion with it. It was a good start to gather some self esteem for things to come.
"Hehe, seems like I lucked out, Natasha-san. And not a single case for Botchamania in case it was filmed somehow."
She added, giggling in the process.