Mark 'The Dragon' Jagger vs. Kelli DiVanetti

Mark panting bit heavily from getting his body straining into her deadly Crossface submission hold, it was a horrible feeling that the body just aching so much that he can barely move after attempting to pin her down in order Kelli to break up the hold, it works but the damage was done onto him, sore all over and needed a bit of rest, not sure how long but long enough until he can finally move around again. "Huff huff"

But by the time he felt a little better, Mark get a surprise touch, more of a shove down to the mat before feeling his ankles getting grabbed, dragging him toward to whatever Kelli is taking him. Its like a horror movie he saw, wear down and weaken before getting grabbed by the ankles to take him somewhere to the unknown, the worst unknown unthinkable horror gonna happen to him, he isnt sure what but he need to stop her somehow. "N-no!" He hoped that he can put bit of energy into his legs to shove her somehow, break up the hold on his legs. "Ngh!"

As Kelli pulled Mark by the ankles towards the corner, she felt Mark draw his legs in so that they were bent up over his belly and she was forced to move forwards over him. Then he sharply fired out both legs, shoving him with the double kick right off of him and back first straight into the corner with the exposed turnbuckle metal.

"Ahhh!!" Kelli cried out as her back slammed straight into the metal bolt, stumbling forwards a step before flopping down onto one knee.. Using her arm to drape over the closest set of ropes so that she wouldn't go all the way down to the mat as she reached around with her other hand to grasp at the small of her spine

His body hurting from the submission but now whatever Kelli have plan for him as she was dragging his body by the ankles, he have to escape from the unfortunate event going to happen to him, struggles with all his might, he uses his feet to shove her in the stomach and seeing her getting thrown right into the corner, hurting her back and seemingly stunned her temporarily. "Huff... ah good.... huff...."

The young male wrestler moving up onto his feet, staggering toward to Kelli and he need to toughen up, need to think of her as Aoi that humiliated him and not liking her that way, so this would make it easier for Mark to be more of a pro wrestler. He'd reach down for her one arm to pull the biker girl up against the turnbuckle and giving her a hard whip toward to the opposite corner, waiting for her to slam right into it, giving him a couple second to recover before running toward her, hoping that he could go low and using his shoulder to thrust her hard right into the stomach, into the corner. "Hurrrrrrmgh!"

Kelli was pulled up from her kneeling position and kinda sandwiched back into the exposed turnbuckles with Mark's own body, Kelli letting out a couple of short pants against his shoulder as her breasts flattened up against the bottom of his pecks.. She clenched her teeth, this was a much more familiar position then she cared to be in but just as she was moving her hands up to give Mark and stern shove backwards, Mark grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her firmly out of the corner in straight into an Irish whip across the ring.

"Ouff!" Kelli huffed out as she ran across the ring and turned to land back first against the turnbuckles pads, her arms drapping over the top ropes to keep her from falling forwards. She panted out a couple of times, looking up at the last minute to see Mark bulldozing his way across the ring.. "no!" She protested but it was too late as Mark rammed his shoulder straight into her belly with enough force to make her feet cutely hop off the mat an inch, her cute firm tush thrusting out backwards hard right between two of the sets of turnbuckles from the force of Mark's shoulder ram

Mark is having bit of trouble taking on Kelli earlier on and feeling sore from the painful Crossface yet now he slowly pulling himself out from the near terrible lost. Now with her getting whipped to the other corner that would give him some time to recover some stamina before rushing toward her, lowering his shoulder aiming right for her stomach, to his surprise he was able to connect and pushes her body right into the corner, feeling her chest pressing over his bare back made him blush a bit, though she wouldnt see his face like that, kept his shoulder into her as he take a moment to catch his breath before slowly pulling himself out. "Huff huff..."

He looked at her and reaching for her arms to make sure its draping over the top ropes, while doing that he wanted to tell her something. "Huff.... I really hate to get tough on you... huff... " He said and trying to lean down to reach under her legs to lift, putting her down on top of the turnbuckle before slowly help himself to climb up on the second ropes, hoping he can position himself safely then reaching for her head to tuck it under his arm, prepare to do a risky move.

Kelli was forced up off the mat and into a sitting position on the turnbuckles, panting out for breath as Mark slowly climbed up on the ropes in front of her.. She was leaning forwards a bit with the pain of Mark's shoulder ram into her stomach still clearly present, which meant that as Mark moved up onto the ropes his head bumped straight into Kelli's boobs.

"nnh.." Kelli grunted out as her breasts through the leather bike jacket rubbed from Mark's forehead right down over his face... Kelli face going a little red, from a little embarrassment but mainly anger.. Now set up in a precarious position

Mark slowly climbing up on the turnbuckle were Kelli is sitting on the corner and when he was moving up closer to stand in front of her, he didnt realized until his head bumped up right under her breasts. "Oh sorry... I mean, no! Its umm... your fault you have... chest.... yeah!" He tried to sound tough guy wrestler like, but he utterly failed at that, but regardless he is standing in front of her and now reaching for her head to get it under his arm, preparing to do worst on her, hopefully enough to take her down and get a quick pinfall.

"Hurghh.. come on!" He pull Kelli head under his arm and grabbing her one arm to drape it around his neck, looking down trying to bypass her unzipped tight biker suit showing her cleavages and looking for somewhere to grab her suit to make it easier for him to yank her up, but it was so tight on her that he have to do what he can by grabbing part of it to stretch and grab, taking bit of time to do until its good enough for him. "Here we go!"

Mark attempt to yank her off the turnbuckle as he lifting her up, jumping backward aiming to falling down with her knowing it'll hurt himself but not as much as where shes going, the young male wrestling is going for the Superplex.

Kelli was forced to lift one foot up to rest on the top ropes as the tip of Mark's finger kept scritching and rubbing right against the side of her waist and leather clad butt cheek, trying to search for something to hold onto

"Tch.." Kelli tutted with annoyance, she really wanted to give him a good thump but right at the moment she wasn't in a good position to do so.. soon enough she'd be in an even worse position for it as Mark finally got a good enough grip to lift her up and then launch away from the top turnbuckles. "OOUGH!!" Kelli huffed out gruffly as her back slammed down right on the mat in the big ring shaking superplex. Her body bounced up almost into a sitting position before flopping over onto one side.. Kelli grimaced in pain, the whole ring spinning around her as she reach her arms around to hold onto her back, slowly trying to roll up closer to the ropes that was right beside her as the best means of protection for now

Mark did what he thinks its suitable for this kind of match as he got a hold of her tight suit and slowly lifting her up from the turnbuckle, yanking her off and down both they go, at the same time hitting the mat with their backs. "Augh!" He shouted from the pain but she took it even more, he lay there slowly roll to his side and reaching to rub his back, unsure what happen to Kelli as he assumed shes still down hurting.

He slowly turn over to take a look where she is and seeing the tight suit biker Kelli near the ropes, groaning as he slowly crawling toward her hoping to get close enough before reaching for her body to try rolling her over facing up, only using his one arm to drape over her stomach, somewhat of a pin. "Ngh....."

The zipper of Kelli's biker leathers had succumbed a little further after the harsh crash landing of the superplex, her nipples were now tantalizingly close to become revealed in the V opening, but still clung to the inside of the leather jacket for protection

Kelli let out a rugged huff up into the air of the arena as Mark crawled over and flopped an arm across her belly, her chest moving up and down as she breathed deeply..

"One..." The ref started the count on her, her head turning slightly so that her warm whisps of air coming from her lips blew into Mark's forehead and past his hair.