Sean vs Layne (Complete)

After taking a few moments to catch his breath, he felt her arm slide over his head into a headlock. He groaned a bit feeling the pressure being placed over his head while being squeezed between her arm and vest. His one hand gripped her denim dukes while the other searched for her head preparing a suplex in hopes to reverse the attack. Along the way, he was taking damage himself from the pressure and hoped to lift her off the ground and crash into one of the more fragile objects nearby. If not, he would at least try to slip out of it due to the rain making his skin slick.

Layne held him in the head lock, planning to go for a DDT but she instead felt him gripping her cut off and pulling them up some so that a little of the underside of her butt was showing.. As Sean moved an arm also around her head, Layne will quickly try to lift her knee into his stomach to stop him in his tracks from the suplex... If she is successful, she'll quickly then twist his and her own body to one side so that they both drop to the floor on their backs in a swinging neck breaker

Sean almost had her in his grip when Layne went for a knee shot to the gut. He grunted and returned a favor by aiming his fist into her gut with whatever force was allowed to access the akward position. Athough he was halted from doing a suplex, he still had a firm grip on her denim cut offs and yanked on them as hard as he could to give her a bit of a wedgie. At the same time, his hand went for another shot to the gut for good measure. Although she went for a swinging neckbreaker, he hoped to halt that as well. If she tried to get him from pulling a suplex again, his arm would wrap around her neck and he would move for a jawbreaker instead. For now, it was about what would happen from here. Hopefully, his two gut shots would keep her at bay for a while longer until he can get a powerful move in. At the same time, he felt like his neck was going to be stiff for a week from the headlock.

Layne huffed out a couple of deep breaths down the side of his body as she thrust his fist into her belly.. She slumped down a bit, before the wedgie drew her back up fully again, more of the underside of her butt showing as her bust, slight moist from the rain, rubbed up against his chest.

Then the next thing she knew, she was yanked up by her denim's in the wedgie for the suplex... She landed down right on a long fluorescent tube light that shatter immediately under the impact. Layne sitting bolt up right, her large bust puffed out as she arched her back in pain... Arms held tensely out to the sides

The success of the suplex seemed to be the one thing keeping him at an advantage for the moment. hearing the shattering behind him, he rolled around back to his feet to see a 4-5 foot florescent tube had shattered beneath her from the drop. Without giving it a second thought, he moved towards her and attempted to drive his foot into her stomach, just to keep her at bay for a bit while he figured out what to do next.

"Ugh!" Layne let out as he slammed his shin into her stomach, her body was curved out and leaving her exposed to the attack. She moved over immediately onto one side, trying to move over onto all fours

He watched Layne roll around a bit to try and get back on her feet. He reached for the nearest weapon possible, which happened to be a wooden chair. The original weapon used during the golden age of wrestling. With the chair in hand, he swung the wooden seat downwards towards Layne's exposed back. It was possible that the chair would break in the process considering the material used to make it plus the water being absorbed by it in some ways. However, it was very useful back in the early days and it was all the competitors had for a weapon. Usually it broke after the first hit.

Layne was just getting to her feet when *THUD!* The wooden chair hit firmly right into her back, she let out a deep husky grunt and dropped back down onto her front. The Chair at the back rest but not fully going to pieces, broken but still in one piece... Layne lay on her front on the cold wet gravel floor, breathing deeply onto the ground as her breasts pushed against it

Sean saw the chair holding a bit, and raised it back up for another shot. Hardcore matches seemed a bit rough somewhat, but that's why it's dubbed a hardcore match. Anything goes. No boundaries, no restrictions. Even the kitchen sink was included. Although Sean had her down, he wasn't going to take any chances. This was part of it. Wear down your opponent to the point where they couldn't move. Which was what he is doing right now. The next blow may be the last for the weapon he had in hand. The rain beginning to pour harder in bigger droplets. Gloomy day, symbolic perhaps?

Sean wailed the chair with all of his might for the second shot, hopefully, the chair would hold a bit for a third.

Layne was moved up onto all fours again just as the chair crashed down on her again, focusing damage on her back area. This time the chair did break over Layne completely and crumbled as she flopped back onto her front. Layne clenched her teeth hard, she was use to the rough stuff even though this time it was a guy instead of a girl she was facing. She shook her head, dark hair drapping over onto the floor to make the brunette strands wet.