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

Kelli took her shoulder out of the pit of his stomach and popped the upper half of her body up into a kneeling position, her hands slipping around from underneath his ass and thighs as she started clambering to her feet.

"nh.. you dirty.. bastard.." She hissed at the American laying on the mat, that powerbomb felt like it could have hospitalized her! And although one of Kelli's biggest gripes were guys trying to go easy on her, she was just as annoyed at this.. Maybe she just liked being angry

Walking around up towards the upper half of Nathan's body, Kelli would hop forwards at the last minute and try to stomp the sole of her foot down right on top of his forehead.

Nathan took a moment to recover his breath, which was all the time Kelli needed pull away from his pelvis and return to her feet. Nathan watched warily as his opponent made her way from below his legs over to his upper body. He doubted that she'd give up control so easily, but he couldn't stand up just yet; it would be all too easy for her to just tackle him down again. Would she go for a body shot? Was a ground and pound in the works? Nathan's arms came up in a guard around his body, ready to float up to his head if it turned out that-

Without warning, Kelli leaped forward, covering the distance from Nathan's waist to his head in a single bound. When she landed, it was with one heavy boot right above his eyes. "GAH!" Nathan head drilled into the mat, his legs flying upwards with the force of her stomp. His guard slipped upwards around his face far too late, and he tried to roll away from the angry woman with the grudge, hoping to regain his footing.

Rubbing her neck the Italian stalked towards her prey as Nathan rolled away from her. She didn't attempt to strike until he had pretty much gotten all the way up to the ropes, then when there was no where left for him to go she quickly dropped down to one knee beside him and grabbed her arms around his body. She'd ensure that Nathan was on his front on the mat and guided him up and over the bottom ropes, her breasts squashed up against the back of his shoulder blades as she lined him up and draped his neck over the bottom ropes.

She lifted her chest away from his back and instead placed a knee across it, holding onto the middle ropes with one hand to steady herself as she tried to push down with all of her small weight across the back of his shoulders.. Attempting to choke him on the ropes.

Nathan’s head still throbbed, but he managed to grab the rope and start on his way up. He was already on one knee by the time Kelli moved in. She came in close, breasts pressing right up against his back even as she bore down on him, his neck tight against the rope he was using for balance.

Alright, that had to have been intentional. Her chest might have been impressively sized, but it’s not like that outfit was conducive for accidental contact. Plus, he had to think that there were better ways to push someone down than to do it chest-first. Add that to the super weird butt thing from before, and it was turning out that, despite the hostile manner in which she carried herself, his opponent certainly was a tactile sort of girl.

Nathan’s ruminations on the diametric relationship between her physical and oral behavior ended there, because she’d traded out her chesty press in favor of a focused, single knee, crushing down on his windpipe against the rope. Nathan gurgled and tried to power up and out, but what he didn’t know was that she had a death grip on the middle ropes for leverage. He wasn't going anywhere. But he kept trying; he continued to squirm, pressing down against the bottom rope with his arms to gain inches of breathing room, even as the ref began to berate and count threateningly in Kelli’s direction.

The ref girl started to get all up in Kelli's face, it was a rather blatant act of illegal maneuvering with Nathan in the ropes for a rope break along with Kelli trying to break him over the ropes in a choke.

"HEY! GET OFF HIM KELLI!" The ref barked but the Italian rebellion hellion decided to play true to her alias and be all rebellious and give him hell... Italian style hell.. ¬.¬

She kept the pressure over the back of his shoulders, clenching her teeth as she squatted down lower, hoping to pile on as much weight for as long as she could without throwing the match

"COME ON! ONE... TWO.." The ref started the five count as the thorn of a rose member's boney knee poked right inbetween Nathan's shoulder blades against his spine

"THREE... FOUR...." Just before the five, Kelli backed up off of him a couple of steps to stop the count, a good amount of fire still in her eyes. She didn't waste too much time in taking off towards the opposite set of ropes, bouncing off of them she catapulted her way back across the ring towards her opponent. She leaped up at the last minute, trying to come down with her firm but cute leather clad butt straight into the center of his back in a jolting butt slam (although not intending to stay on top of him afterwards)

When the pressure in his back subsided, the first thing that Nathan did was lift his head and neck off of the ropes. In what could be argued to be the same action, Nathan also greedily gulped down fresh air. He gratefully laid his head down on the mat and let his blood resume normal circulation.

But he knew it wouldn't last- he heard the patter of feet grow briefly distant, then quickly become loud again. Alarmingly, the sound of Kelli's steps stopped somewhere in the middle of the ring, and Nathan could do little but grit his teeth and brace himself. This couldn't be good.

Sure enough, after a suspended second, her full body weight drove down deep into his back and propelled all the air right back out of his lungs. Nathan spluttered in pain. He tried to roll quickly over to catch Kelli off guard and switch their positions, but she'd already moved off of him. He stared up at her, coughing, from on his back, which still beat with agony, but at least this way he could mount some sort of defense.

Then Nathan finished processing Kelli's attack; it was her butt. She'd butt slammed him. But he hardly beat an eyelid; nothing from her shocked him anymore. The biggest surprise was how hard something that shapely could feel. Maybe that suit was one of those with plate armor sewn into its lining.

It was quite the satisfying feeling to have her hard ass land down in the butt splash into Nathan's back and felt quite alright about taking her sweet time in removing it... Finally she clambers off of the bigger guys, reaching down with her gloved hands to grasp tightly at the back of Nathan's hair

"C'mon, get the hell up.." Kelli growled at him as she yanked up firmly on his head, trying to get him up onto his knee in front of her while the ref scolded the rebellious Italian for the hair pull. Still holding onto the roots of his hair, Kelli took one step back and then swung the top of her thigh straight towards Nathan's face.. Dragging his head down to meet her rising knee simultaneously

Nathan risked a glance to his corner- empty. What in the world? Was this all some sort of practical joke? A company-sanctioned bait 'n switch, an elaborate and expensive ruse to get Nathan in the ring alone with three bloodthirsty women?

...Shoot. If he were an audience member with a burning hatred for Nathan, that would be something he'd pay to see. Crap.

Paranoia notwithstanding, Nathan went ahead and let Kelli grasp his hair. He regretted it almost immediately, wincing from the pain in his scalp as he was yanked up off of his back and to his knees. But it wasn't for nothing; once he was there, Nathan immediately straightened his legs, shooting to a quick standing position using Kelli's helpful upward momentum, and hopefully breaking Kelli's grip on his mane. Whether her hand opened or not, he would lunge forward, an arm slinking around her head to secure a standing headlock. If he was indeed alone, he'd need to work fast to put these girls down before any one of them could wear him out.

Kelli slowly worked Nathan up, intending to get him up only to a kneeling position but the American had other plans as he bolted up to a standing position in front of her and then forcefully yanked her head down under his armpit up against the side of his body.

"Ngh!" Kelli grunted out against his torso from the hard jolt that jarred down her neck, his bicep pressing against the side of her face and squashing her other cheek right in against Nathan

The headlock was always meant to be a transitional move, a way to control Kelli while he put some real hurt on her. But Nathan was finding that the headlock was doing plenty of damage on its own. He gave his captive an experimental squeeze, flexing his bicep around his head while simultaneously pulling his arm in toward his body, and Kelli grunted in response. Not bad.

But okay, that's enough of that. Sore neck or no, there was no way that she was going to go down from a headlock; there was no way that she wasn't going to figure out a painful way out of this. So, her head nice and secure, Nathan began to run out toward the center of the ring- a short run, because, once he achieved the minimum speed, he'd leap up, unroll his arm from about Kelli's head, then slam her face down into the mat in a quick bulldog.