Such intentions were becoming reality, as the painful and disorienting effects of the hold began to take effect on Beth, who began to stumble, and falter. Such a staggering state made it clear to the Glamazon that she had to escape, and escape quickly, lest she find herself defeated by her opponent's first hold. Wanting to avoid such a fate, Beth wrapped her arms around Natalya, and lifted her high up into the air, only to slam her, groin first, back down on Beth's outstretched knee. Natalya grunted, but held on, hoping to tire her opponent out, before too much damage could be done. Beth, for her part, lifted Natalya up into the air again, and then again, slammed her down on her knee. Natalya, despite her strength, and masterful grip, was forced to let go, as she collapsed forward off of Beth's knee, into a kneel.
Beth, still unsure how exactly to wrestle another woman for real, went for the first move she could think of, a sleeper hold, wrapping her arm around Natalya's throat. Then, with that arm positioned, she sat down, and wrapped her thighs around the Hart's torso, before collapsing back to the mat, bringing her opponent's body with her. In reaction, Nattie began to reach out wildly, striking at Beth in anyway she could, knowing that such a hold was deadly, especially when applied by someone as strong as her opponent.
So much fire, Natalya had at first, as she threw a series of elbows back into Beth's unprotected ribs, struggling and squirming to get out of the devastating hold. But slowly, second-by-second, she began to weaken - to tire, her opponent effectively choking her out, whilst using all of her body weight and strength to keep her from escaping. The effect was obvious to Beth, who could feel that with each moment that passed, and as seconds turned into minutes, the impact from Natalya's strikes became lighter and lighter, until they could almost not be felt at all. It was then, when Beth knew how close her opponent was to passing out, that the smug Glamazon whispered into Natalya's ear: "I knew you couldn't handle me." The comment came just before Beth released her hold, and rolled away from her nearly unconscious partner.
"Come on! Get up!" Beth demanded, as she motioned for Nattie to stand, though she knew she could not. Unwilling to wait, the Glamazon grabbed Natalya's blonde and pink hair, and pulled her up to her knees, before slapping her as hard as she could across the face, a move which sent the Hart crashing back down to the mat below. "You're pathetic, Nattie." Beth mocked, as she walked back and forth in front of her grounded partner, who continued to try and push herself up from the canvas. "I can't believe all this time, I actually thought you were tough! But NO, you're just a prissy little bitch like all the rest of the Divas." As Beth continued to talk, Natalya reached out, and tried to pull herself up, by grabbing onto each of the Glamazon's powerful legs.
"Oh, you like my legs? Let's give you a closer look." Beth mocked, as she dropped down to her butt, and wrapped her mostly bare thighs around Natalya's neck, head, and throat, locking her into a brutal head scissor. "How do you like that!?" The Glamazon asked as she squeezed, again cutting off the air to Natalya's brain. The move again sent Nattie squirming, her arms punching in desperation at Beth's exposed stomach, trying to force her to release the hold so she could breath again. And though each blow hurt, and caused Beth to grunt in pain, instead of releasing the submission, she merely tightened the hold, betting that she could knock Natalya out, before any real damage to her abs was done. It was a good bet, one which Nattie knew she would lose, as her vision began to darken from lack of air. Knowing that it was then or never, Natalya used her legs to push herself up, and forward, causing Beth's body to bend into a U-shape, until the Hart had come almost to a stand, though her head was still caught between her opponent's muscle-etched thighs. Beth, for her part, clung tight, not allowing Natalya's new angle to force her to release the hold. But it was that decision Nattie counted on, as she then used all of her strength, and waning consciousness, to pick up her opponent with a loud grunt, to walk forward, and then to slam her opponent's lower back into the turnbuckle, once, and then again, and again.
The blows were painful and awkward, forcing Beth to release her scissor, as she crumpled into a ball in the corner of the ring. Exhausted and breathless, Natalya collapsed to her knees in front of her opponent, gasping for air as they both tried to recover. Beth, having had less damage done to her, came to her feet first, though only a second or two before Natalya. Once upright, and with a frustrated growl, Beth swung a wild and anger-driven fist at Natalya, who grabbed the Glamazon's wrist, ducked under, and locked in a vicious crossface chicken wing, shoving Beth's left arm up behind her back, and wrapping her own right around Beth's throat. Then, like as was done to her, Natalya dropped, pulled her opponent with her, and wrapped her thighs around the Glamazon's abdomen, locking her in a tight body scissor.
Being both a choke and a painful submission hold, Beth began to not only scream out in pain, but also suffer from the same effects that had taken such a toll on Natalya earlier. Clutched between her partner's thighs, Beth too tried to throw elbows, with her one free arm, but found that her opponent was better at angling their bodies so that such strikes would be hard or even impossible to land. Minutes passed, as Beth squirmed, trying desperately to escape the hold, though to no avail, until finally, she too began to tire, until her attempts at escape were fewer, and far between, being only barely able to move, her energy spent in Natalya's expert grasp.
The Glamazon, desperate to escape her partner's clutches, and knowing that she would soon be defeated by someone she knew to be her lesser, decided on a rather unusual attempt at escape. One which required her to lean up and forward as much as she could given the hold she found herself in, and then, once at the apex of that attempt, to reach down between their stacked legs and pelvises. Having just enough arm length, and upper-body strength to accomplish it, Beth then began to, shockingly, massage Natalya's clit, which remained hidden under only the thinnest layer of tight gym shorts. Natalya, notorious for having a phobia of even the suggestion of lesbianism, immediately released her chicken wing, and rolled away. "What the hell was that!?" Natalya shouted in interrogative outrage, as her opponent tried to pick herself up off the mat.
"You know ... you liked it." Beth offered in defiant explanation, as she coughed and gasped for air on all fours.
"I most certainly did not! Why-why would you even think such a thing!?" The Hart demanded to know, as she brought herself back to a stand in the farthest corner she could find.
"You don't think I've caught you looking at me? At the other girls in the division? You don't think I know why you're so weird whenever anyone even mentions the idea of lesbianism to you?" Beth asked in rapid succession, as she reached her feet, her breathing still heavy and labored.
"I do not! I don't look at you or the other girls! That's crazy! YOU'RE crazy!" Natalya shouted, absolutely triggered by the suggestion. Beth did not respond, instead she charged, slamming into Natalya in the corner, who was far to fixated on her partner's words, to watch for an attack. After the initial impact, one aimed at being just hard enough to push and pin, Beth used a single forearm to hold Natalya still, and unable to escape. Then, as Natalya began to struggle, the Glamazon used her free hand to slip into the Hart's shorts, and down into the lips of her sex. Natalya tried to struggle free, but it was too late, Beth finding all the evidence she needed in her partner's incredibly wet pussy.
"So, want to tell me again that you don't like it? That wrestling other women doesn't turn you on, Nattie?" As every word passed Beth's lips, which hovered closer and closer to Natalya's, the latter continued to writhe, using all her might to try and push herself free. In response, and knowing that she could not keep her pinned in the corner indefinitely, Beth removed her soaked finger from her opponent's cunt, and then after removing her hand from their lining, tore down the Hart's shape-hugging gym shorts and panties, until they fell past her thighs,and landed between her ankles. Beth, wanting the trophy for herself, used her heel to catch Nattie's bottoms, and tug them away from their owner with a backwards kick. Then, having made her point, Beth pulled back her forearm, and drove a knee into Natalya's gut - before doing it again, and again, until Natalya's violent struggling stopped, and she went limp in the corner, her arms draped over each of the top ropes.
Beth, knowing that given Natalya's current state, she was free to step back, she did so, before grabbing the pink lace panties from her opponent's shed gym shorts, and then walking to the center of the ring. "Come on Nattie! Wake up!" As Beth mocked, Natalya began to stir in the corner, slowly at first, until she came to the horrific realization that her partner had left her cunt exposed, with her bottoms too far away to be reached.
"Beth, you bitch! Give me those!" Nattie demanded, as she used both hands to cover her pubic hair, which was trimmed into a heart-shape.
"Come get em!" Beth challenged, enjoying the sight of Natalya squirming in offended modesty.
