The Coldest Shoulder: Freezer Katakura vs. Natasha Han

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As per usual, the crowd was divided on how to take Freezer’s actions. Some loved the use of lewd moves to get one over on her stalwart foe, others saw it as a devious tactics. Faces, heels, tweezers. She’d never cared much for the terms or how they applied to her.

Call it good, call it bad, but don't call it ineffective. It worked.

To Natasha’s credit, she wasn’t left as defenseless as many were when Freezer brought this trick out, a sure sign that she’d be experiencing diminishing returns from it. She was able to get her guard to attempt a block - didn’t work that well, but it could’ve been worse. For Freezer’s purposes, it did what it needed to do - creating an opening, making a gap she could close in any way she saw fit. ”Going somewhere?”

Freezer closed in as Natasha came staggering up, making her way on shaking, stumbling feet. She was off-kilter, losing it, but that wouldn’t last unless the pressure could be poured on.

Time to take a trip to the corner.

She lashed out as soon as her opponent was high enough, leaping forward and swinging her arm at Natasha’s chest with a blazing chop. It would hurt, for sure, but the main objective was to put Natasha to the turnbuckle, drive her to the worst part of the ring right out of the gate.

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Well. It couldn’t be said that freezer didn’t know how to throw a punch, that was for certain. Despite putting up a desperate block, Nastassja was still able to feel the near full brink of her opponents fist as it slammed against her defenses and then break past them. The force of which was enough to send the former wrestle angel flopping to the canvas in a dazed heap.

Thankfully, she still had much of her strength with her. So recovering from the attack wasn’t too difficult. What was difficult however was recovering without freezer coming to put a stop to it. The ice queen stalked around the Russian, waiting for Nastassja to stumble back to her feet before suddenly lashing out with a chop right across her defenseless chest!

”Gahhn!” the Russian blonde cried out. Her arms immediately crossing over her chest to soothe the pain. Making it that much easier for freezer to grab hold of her and whip her to a nearby corner! Nastassja gasped as her back hit the turnbuckles, her arms hooking over the top ropes to keep herself upright. She needed to get the momentum back on her side. She only hoped that her opponent would provide her the opening she needed.

[BlackAkuma]

Freezer ran her tongue along her glove’s edge, savoring the taste of premium Russian as her opponent was knocked back into the corner. She couldn't help but smile a little wider than usual - yes, this match was still in its infancy, but it was going quite well for such a young fight, firmly in her favor. It was far too early to count Natasha Han out, but this was the most solid start she could’ve hoped for.

Could she make it better? She was eager to try.

With Natasha in the corner, Freezer moved, looking like she might attack for a moment, only to instead press her body against her opponents and sandwich her against the turnbuckle. Their body’s slid along each other, breast to breast, hip to hip, thighs grazing and shoulders rubbing. She brought her lips to her opponent’s ear, just long enough to give it a quick, gnawing nibble…

Then Freezer moved back, grabbed Natasha by the wrist, and sent her running towards the opposite corner at full speed, throwing her body weight behind the woman for some extra force. She broke into a run as soon as they parted ways to dash in behind her foe, so that when the Russian hit the pads and bounced off, she’d have a hard lariat waiting to greet.

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Nastassja groaned as she vigorously tried to shake her head and get back into the game! Despite the slew of attacks that landed her in the corner, the former wrestle Angel was only a little winded. She had taken far worse blows and walked away fine before. What she realized was that really needed to look out for Freezer’s mind games. The kiss was the perfect sign that Nastassja could be distracted by such intimacy, and the Russian needed to put a lid on that.

Case in point. When it looked like Freezer was about yo charge her whilst she was trapped, Nastassja tensed herself to counter. Only to end up letting out a heated gasp when she felt her opponents body not crash into her, but press against her. Pressing her against the turnbuckle and forcing the Russian to feel all of the small sensations that was their bodies grinding together.

”M-mmm!” she moaned as she felt the tiny nibbling on her ear. But then in a flash, the moment was gone! And Nastassja found herself in an uncontrollable run across the ring to the opposite corner! Instinctively her body turned as her back slammed into the turnbuckle, her mind finally coming back as the pain acted as a jumpstart. Fight or flight kicked in! Freezer was charging! She had no time to dodge!

But she could attack.

It was only thanks to instinct and a thousand past experiences that saved her. For when Freezer’s lariat came for her head, Nastassja was not there. She had ducked underneath it at the very last moment, launching her shoulder directly into the cold woman’s abdomen and rising up. Her arms grabbing the back of her opponents legs as she went before taking a step forward and pitching down to slam Freezer’s back into the canvas with a counter spinebuster!

[BlackAkuma]

On Freezer’s side, she was absolutely loving this. She owed a big thanks to whoever had set this match up for her - not only was Natasha a skill opponent, but she could already tell that she was the perfect little toy to play with. The serious type. The professional wrestler. The kind that just didn’t know what to do when you got in their heads and pressed the right buttons.

Those were always the best ones to mess around with, to play with and unravel, and she could already tell she was having an effect on the Russian. She had just the kind of reaction she wanted to that nibbling, leaving herself open for the real attack, and she moved with the lariat, she couldn't resist the hungry, hunting look on her face. All too eager to press her advantage and get this woman down for some private time.

But it wouldn’t be that easy. Oh, no. As she came in and swung, she found out that, perhaps, her opponent wasn’t quite as witless as she’d originally guessed. No, she was aware. Quite aware. Aware enough to duck under the lariat, grabbed her legs, and heft her off the ground.

Freezer reached out with fumbling hands in a vein attack to grab hold of something, anything, as if the empty air was going to give her some saving grace. That didn't happen, to no one’s surprise, and there was nothing to save her spine came crashing into the mat, busted with a resonating impact.

Even her chilled facade faded for a second, as she hissed at the pain and rolled away from the Russian towards the edge of the ring, attempting to bring herself closer to the ripes before her opponent could capitalize.

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The ring quaked as freezer’s body slammed onto the canvas! Nastassja pooping up to her knees yet staying in between her opponents legs as she surveyed the damage she had wrought. The Russian could still feel the heat on her cheeks from the kiss and the nibbling that followed. Thankfully, her instincts were able to help her push back the embarrassment and allow her to turn the tide.

And she intended to show Freezer a small token of her appreciation for the earlier affection in a way she only knew how. Standing back up to her feet, the Russian would bend down and grab hold of the silver haired woman’s legs. Pulling them up before tying them together as if she was going for a figure four leg lock. Only instead of locking her own leg in the mix, Nastassja instead only lifted Freezer even higher.

Then, with a twist and a step. The Russian wrestle Angel would turn her opponent onto her belly before crouching down and sitting on the small of her back. Then all she needed to do was pull as far and as hard as she could. Locking in the Texas Cloverleaf completely and not only bending Freezer into the shape of a letter. But also putting on some merciless pressure!

[BlackAkuma]

There she was. This was the Natasha Han Freezer had wanted to see.

Freezer had tried to play mind games, but outside of taking an early advantage against an opponent who wasn’t used to such unorthodox tactics, she hadn't expected more than an early advantage, maybe scoring a few hits that wouldn’t have otherwise landed. When she did far, far better than that, she had started to worry that the shine had worn off this lauded wrestler, that time had taken its toll on her. She couldn't have been happier to be proved wrong.

Natasha still had some bite, and a deep one at that, as her impactful suplex demonstrated. Freezer stared to sit up from the hit, only to be forced back down by the sparking pain in her lower back - that one had really hurt, really hurt, and it would take some time to shrug off the damage. Time that was taken away from her when Natasha swooped in, grabbed her legs, and started to work them around, manipulating them into a fierce hold.

Freezer scratched, clawed, twisted, but there was no escaping a hold like this delivered by someone with the Russian’s expert skill. She moved her around, locked the legs, and forced her into the cloverleaf, a painful move that had her scrambling towards the ropes, rushing to them like a madman, desperate to get even a moment’s purchase and break the count. Just a little more, just a little more, almost there-

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With the cloverleaf locked in tight all Nastassja needed to do was bend back as far as she could go! Capitalizing on the damage her suplex had done on her opponent. The Russian could feel Freezer thrashing about underneath her and it soon became a struggle just to keep the white haired woman still enough for her to ensure that she doesn’t reach the ropes.

Eventually however, Nastassja had to make the decision on whether to trap Freezer in place or to go full force on the cloverleaf. She couldn’t do both, so she decided to go full force and get as much damage in as possible. And the result was that she was forced to watch as Freezer crawled closer and closer to the ropes until she finally reached her goal. And the referee quickly intervened and told the Russian to release.

So with great reluctance, she did. But that didn’t mean that Nastassja was going to let Freezer recover. Making her way to the center of the ring, the Russian would wait until her opponent climbed back up to her knees. Then she would run back and rebound off the ropes behind her and take off in a run! Dashing forwards at top speed before leaping into the air with the intention of driving her knees into Freezer’s spine!

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Aaaaaaaaaand got it!

Freezer allowed herself to breathe a deep, earned sigh of relief as she grabbed the ropes, knowing that the suffering would be over for the time being. She knew that Natasha Han was known for her excruciating submission holds, that she’d made more than a few Angels tap out in her time, but she had underestimated just how much she could make a body hurt. The Cloverleaf wasn’t the most devastating hold in the world, but she had certainly made it feel that way, and a few more seconds would’ve seen her tapping. No question.

But it wasn’t worth dwelling on. She was up, she was free, she needed to get moving. She pushed against the mat and used the ropes for assistance as she rose and the match reset, but sure enough, the Russian wasn’t about to give her any more room to breathe than she absolutely had to, coming hard her way just as she was getting off her knees. With the submission hold still doing its work, Freezer had few options…but ‘few’ and ‘none’ were different things.

As Natasha came her way, Freezer turned her body to the side, moving in time to let the double knees pass her by. It wouldn’t be a big deal for her opponent, she’d be able to come down on her feet easy enough, but when she turned around, there would be a surprise waiting for her.

Freezer stood up straight, spun around, and swung her fist wide, looking to hit Natasha in the face with her a spinning backfist - or, as she liked to call it, her Ice Breaker.