SD 15: Thorns of a Rose Vs. Nathan Weed, Daisuke Takeuchi & Charlie Haines - Tag Elimination!

Kelli's legs were grabbed and placed over Nathan's shoulders so that her butt snuggled comfortably in against his chest, her crotch slotting home just under his chin as he rocked forwards and put not only her weight but also his own back onto her shoulder and neck again.. About the worse thing to do in a situation like this after that power bomb.

"nh.." Kelli cringed and whined out just over the creaking sound of her leathers rubbing tightly against skin.. As Nathan loomed over top in between her thighs, he'd be treated to a view directly down in between the open V shape her zipper had made over her bust. The zip itself had nestled just under her rack but above her belly button and from what Nathan could see it did not seem like she was packing a bra underneath.

Kelli's soft warm pants blew up through her pursed lips into Nathan's face as the ref slapped her hand down a second time, yelling out "TWO!!!" It wasn't looking good for the Italian rolled up in a package under Nathan's body, but just as the ref's hand was coming down for the count of three, Kelli clenched and twisted her hips as hard. Her thighs shoved back up at Nathan, her neck pressing hard against the mat as with a deep "OHHFF!!" She brought enough space between them to sling her body over onto one side, landing in a heap on her side.. Her hand grasping tightly around the back of her neck.

Kelli cut it close- she cut it real close- but just before three she powered up and out of the hold. Nathan stood up straight. Yup, sounded about right.

At the same time, Nathan was tempted to keep on the pressure himself. She’d kicked out, but she almost didn’t, and he didn’t want to lose the advantage here- plus, it was a good opportunity to practice on a downed opponent. But he knew that both of his teammates had far stronger ground game than he did. Practice was good, but the middle of a match in the middle of a PPV was not the time to do it. No matter- he could contribute in taking down the fresh ones. He looked over his shoulder at… wait, where was Charlie? Was he still down from that elbow?

Nathan would have walked over on his own, but he didn’t want to risk Kelli getting the tag. So he reached down, grabbed her under the armpits, and started to drag her toward… yikes. Her clothes looked like they were about to slip right off- that zipper was holding on for dear life. Would it be polite to zip her back up? Too forward?

Ugh; rather than contemplate, Nathan avoided the dilemma altogether by pulling Kelli to her feet. Then he’d try and move behind her, bringing along one of her arms for the ride, so that she was in a nice, controlled chickenwing- perfect for transporting stunned wrestlers from the center of the ring back to his corner. "Daisuke, where's Charlie?" Nathan ask-shouted as he walked.

Daisuke had to appreciate the effort Nathan was putting in, whatever damage Emi did to him- it seems like Nathan evened up the score by taking the fight to Kelli and getting a near fall on her. Daisuke watched through all that, and jealously did creep into his mind. He wanted to be the star of this match! He didnt want to stick around and watch.

However, he still forced himself to be a team player. He looked back over his shoulder towards Charlie "Jesus! Get up man, do you plan on being on your ASS all the time?" he snarled at his own partner as he looked back towards Nathan."He's chilling, let me get his goofy ass up" he said as the wrestling prince dropped off the ring apron to help Charlie in.

Daisuke could have accepted the tag from Nathan himself, any good faction would have made this work but the three male wrestlers were a one time team and their chemistry was lacking- therefore Daisuke was not able to think like a great tag team wrestler should. He abandoned his place on the ring apron to help Charlie back up on his feet, so that Nathan could tag Charlie in.

The ref girl moved over to Kelli's side to see if she could even continue on in the match.. But Kelli, probably sensing her proximity, put on a brave face and started trying to push herself up into a sitting position with one arm while the other remained unmovingly around the back of her neck. Soon enough Nathan was back on her though, slipping his hands under her armpit and starting to drag her towards the boys corner...

Her butt scrapped firmly against the canvas, causing the leather at the front to pull tight across her chest.. Kelli had no idea that supposedly in a gentlemanly gesture, Nathan chose not to keep up the risk of her breasts tumbling out of the biker suit by dragging her up to her feet, in her eyes it was probably just so that he could get a better hold of her. When up, Nathan slipped around behind her and hooked one arm up against her spine in the chicken wing lock

"Nhh.." Kelli moaned, his body pressing in up close to her back so that his hips were forced against her ass. He started guiding her forwards towards the "cock party" as Kelli might have put it with a derogatory tone in her voice. Luckily for her, by the time they got there there was no cocks to be had as Daisuke had inexplicably dropped down from the corner moments ago. With her free hand she grasped the ropes that were directly in front of her, there was the momentarily pleasant feeling of Kelli's rump gently rubbing against Nathan's crotch as she manuevered her body into a better position... However the pleasant feeling would soon be replaced by a less than pleasant one as she tried to stamp her heel down right on top of his toes, hoping the shock would make him release her.

Nathan blinked as Daisuke disappeared off the apron. "Alright," he said, mostly to himself. "I guess I'll just keep going, then."

Nathan was about to turn Kelli to face him when she unexpectedly leaned forward and pressed her hips against his. Before Nathan could even open his mouth, though, Kelli followed through with the rest of her plan, driving her heel straight into his boot.

Nathan roared with surprise, releasing Kelli with a rough, reflexive shove toward the men's corner. He turned away from Kelli and stomped back toward the center of the ring; the boot had caught the bulk of the attack, but his toes still smarted, and he took some time to try and walk off the fresh pain in his foot.

The wrestling prince had left his post to drop down and move over towards Charlie. He was not concerned about his partner, he just wanted Charlie to get back up and get back in the game. For a while he stood next to him, his arms raised to the side. "Whats wrong with you man, get up? come on" he said in a rather annoyed tone as he bend down to grab his arm and help him up.

During his time, the girls had changed the tide of the match in their favour, partially. As soon as Daisuke heard Nathans groan, he quickly turned around to face the ring and look what was all that about. "What the hell is....."

jAoi had crept away once she did the deed against Charlie's jewels. However, she didn't stray too far. If a tag needed to be made, Emi would surely take care of that. Instead, she crept along the side of the apron, just out of view until Dasiuke foolishly hopped off the apron to help his fallen comrade.

By the time Daisuke turned around, Aoi was kneeling down. Her fist drove up into Daisuke's manhood, just as her boot had done to Charlie a few moments earlier. She had a wicked grin on her face Now Nathan would be all alone for a while, and even when these boys recovered, they definitely wouldn't be at one hundred percent.

The boys inexperience as a tag team once again was visible as there was no chemistry or tactic between the guys, they were all just doing what they wanted to do and nobody was calling the shots to be organized. Daisuke strayed off from his ring apron, not wanting a tag in when he was hurt- clearly he was turning out to be a liability despite being the best in the team, on paper atleast.

He had no idea where Aoi's position was when he was helping Charlie up and when he heard Nathans loud groan, he turned around.....only to be low-blowed by that vixen.

"What the hell is going OOOOWWWWWWWWWWW SHIT" he let out a loud groan as his knees bent inwards and his hands cupped around his crotch as he slowly went down on his side, his legs kicking the floor as he massaged his manhood. "SHIT,SHIT,SHIT!" he cursed as he tried to bare the pain.

Kelli let out a huff as she was shoved forwards bust first straight into the turnbuckle pads... The chicken wing hold had been released which had been the main purpose of the stamp, even if it did come with the nuisance side effect of being shoved into the boy's corner. Luckily there was no one there to grab a hold of and take advantage of the Italian...

Kelli turned around and placed her back to the corner, hand still tending to her neck... Then forcing herself forwards into a run, Kelli rushed out right towards Nathan, ducking down at the last minute and letting go of her neck so that she could plow her shoulder straight into his midsection. The Italian Rebellion Hellion's arms swung around the back of his thighs and underside of his butt in the process, trying to help his passage downwards to the mat with her on top

Nathan turned around just in time to see a flash of blue hair jump up into his vision. Not a second later, a shoulder popped into his belly, drawing out a pained grunt from the boxer.  More alarmingly, though, he felt hands start to rove up his upper legs, his thighs, then... cup his butt? Nathan yelled out in shock even as he toppled over. But he had nothing to worry about- the maneuver was just to ease Kelli’s transition into the superior position post- takedown. Still- super weird. Nathan’s butt continued to tickle from the contact; he was very uncomfortable.