Jean Grey vs Yatori - Wrestling match (archived)

Jean attempted to rise as Yatori clung to ehr abck using her legs. She was still somewhat fresh so ehr strength and conditioning enabled her to struggle to stand up. She would then grab Yatori;s legs almost as if piggy abcking her and then go to abck up a few times hard into the corner.

If this didn't work right away, Jean would also elbow back into ehr side a few times.

Yatori grunted as her back crashed into the corner. She hung on tight as she could, trying to weather Jean's counter assault, but then the elbow strikes dug into her side hard.

Wincing, she dropped off Jean's back, ending up seated against the turnbuckle, holding her side where Jean had hit her.

"Ugh..."

Jean rubbed her shoulder a bit to get the circulation moving again. Then she turned with that confident wrestler's smirk to Yatori. Taking a page from the book of wrestlers like Ric Flair and Big Show, she would deliver a few knife edge chops to Yatori.

She knew Yatori was weak aaginst strikes but Jean was not being completely sadistic. She remember what Yatori said about fighting a striker getting her in better shape. She figured she would baptize her by fire so to speak.

Her first knife egde chop would nail Yatori across the chest making a nice smacking sound if it hit the mark that even the corwd would be able to hear. Depending on Yatori's reaction Jean would most likely push yatori slightly against the corner and go for a second knife edge chop just as loud and hard.

If Yatori was still stunned then Jean would climb to the second rope pinning Yatori against the corner and begin the ten count chops to the face.

"Urk!" Yatori exclaimed as Jean chopped her across her chest. She doubled over from the blow, coughing hard, only to take a second hard strike. "Ugh!"

She felt Jean climbing over her, saw the hand rise over her head too late. All she could do was shut her eyes and take the strikes to her face, grunting but never crying out.

At the end of the barrage of knife hands to her cranium, Yatori would be sunk into the corner, pretty helpless.

Jean would take the time to walk slightly around the ring raising her arms for the crowd's cheers after the successful ten count. Then she would go over to where Yatori was, and grab at one of her hands to pull her to her feet. Then she would attempt to lift Yatori on one fo ehr shoulders and go for a running powerslam in the middle of the ring.

An impactful move but not one of Jean's finishers. If the move did connect Jean would follow up with a pin attempt, lifting Yatori's leg in the process, even though it seemed to early to end the match there.

Yatori fought to compose herself after the ten counts worth of blows she'd just taken. But she was not fast enough to stop being dragged onto her feet.

Jean lifting her into the air further disoriented her. It had been a long time since she was slammed. Jean's powerslam felt almost as strong as Sandy's finishing slam that had beaten Yatori during her debut match.

"Uhhh..."

The referee began pounding the mat. "One... two..."

Her arm shot up briefly, lifting her shoulder off the mat and thus breaking the pin. She groaned slightly.

Jean sat up on her knees and blew a breath through the front of ehr hair hair in some frustration. Then she would stand and go to pull Yatori to her feet. Again she would go for the Irish whip, this time to the ropes. If she was successful in slinging Yatori and Yatori started to bounce back, she would duck ehr head as if trying to flip her overhead.

Yatori rebounded badly off the ropes. Stunned, she staggered onto the waiting Jean- and clung tight to the redhead, arms wrapped around Jean's waist, thighs clinching around Jean's head, her seventy kilos pressing down. It was a defensive maneuver, a desperate one, the Mafiosi- dizzied by the successive punishments she'd endured- trying to buy time to regain her senses.

Jean yelped and tried to struggle but the move was on tight. Jean was in the perfect position for piledriver or whatever move Yatori would dream up.

The relieved Yatori panted upon Jean's butt. I got her...

She squeezed the struggling Jean's waist and head tight to keep her opponent in place. Then, soon as she felt ready, Yatori will straighten herself to lift Jean heels over head, huffing with effort.

However, she would not piledriver her opponent. She was very leery of the idea of dropping people on their heads. Instead, Yatori would make to slam Jean onto her front!