Layne vs Nikolaevna

Layne waited for a moment and then reached forwards cruelly for Nikolaevna's hair to pull off and away from the railings and back towards the steel chair that lay on the floor.

Layne try and maneuver her so that they are both standing side by side with the steel chair laying on the ground behind Nikolaevna, the Russian will coil her leg around Nikolaevna's closes leg, then try to kick forwards sharply and drop backwards at the same time into an ironically named Russian leg sweep... Trying to make Nikolaevna slam her back down onto the steel chair.

Nikolaevna was not able to respond in time to counter Layne this time, being dropped down hard with her back impacting the steel chair, her eyes widened and her body immidiatly arching up painfully.

" Ngaaahh! "

The Russian quickly rolled off the chair and onto her stomach, one hand moving back to stroke her lower back.

Layne sat up and breathed heavily enough to make her large rack bob up and down as she looked over at Nikolaevna in pain, the ref just let them go at it as it was a Last girl standing match and it was expected to perhaps get hardcore as there was no DQs..

Layne climbed slowly to her feet and with Nikolaevna down she'd go to look back under the ring, giving Niko a chance to recover a bit from that hard slam on the steel chair. Meanwhile Layne retrieved a wooden fold up table from under the ring and would start trying to set it up.

Nikolaevna started to get back up on her feet once she saw Layne occupied with the table, rubbing her sore back for the few precious seconds she had before she sneaked over towards Layne.

If the Russian did not see Nikolaevna in time, she will try to grasp the back of Layne's head and slam it as hard as she could into the center of the table.

Layne didn't see Nikolaevna coming and just as she finished setting the table up steadily, her head was grasped from behind to slam down firmly into the middle of the table.

"Ugh!" Layne huffed out as her head bounced off the wood, she dropped to the floor and turned slightly so that she end up in a sitting position, propped up with one arm over the top of the table Nikolaevna just rammed Layne's head into

Nikolaevna wasted no time to finish her moment, her hand going down to stroke her fingers through Layne's hair, getting a good grip once she could it into a fist and tried to pull Layne onto her feet, facing the ring with her back against Nikolaevna.

If the soldier was able to get Layne in such a position, she'd try to place her hand upon one of the back of Layne's legs while the other would wrap around her back and would try to lift her up in a back drop attempt to slam her back through the table behind them!

Layne groaned as her hair was clutched, an arm gently moving around and resting on Nikolaevna's butt as her breasts pressed into the other Russian's thighs. She was lifted up from the sitting position and pressed against Nikolaevna slightly even as she was turned to face away from her, the side of her denim cut-off covered butt was pressing into Nikolaevna's crotch slightly as Layne's arm was slung over Niko's shoulder and she felt Nikolaevna's hand grasping for one thigh to hook it up slightly.

Layne grunted out in a raspy voice as Nikolaevna heaved her up off the floor and then fell backwards with her, Layne's back slamming down on the table hard as the crowd groaned out a collective "Oooooooh!!!" the wood crack and crumble underneath her so that went through it and landed on harsh cold floor. As Layne came to rest on the floor her lips puffed out a long winded breath up into the air, blowing a few dark strands of hair that hang messily over her face...

Layne eyes were closed and her arms rested out to the sides, her breasts rising heavily upwards and then falling back down just as heavy... The gray vest tightly around them orbs and torso was getting sweat patches over it as she lay in between the rubble of the table curved upwards either side of her body.

Nikolaevna laid besides Layne for a bit, most of her strength had faded after she had succesfully drove Layne into the table but figured it wasn't done yet. She'd turn her head to look up at Layne's body, slowly rolling onto her hands and knees so she could crawl over besides Layne. She'd inspect her quietly before lower herself onto her side, trying to snake her arms around the Russian's head and neck to go for a sleeper hold, aswell as drape her leg around Layne's body to hold her closer, even if the hold was succesfull, it would not be strong enough at the moment.

Layne was too out of it for the moment to stop Nikolaevna from rolling her onto her side and then slot snugly up against her back to set in the sleeper while they still lay in the rubble of the broken table. Layne panted deeply, her hand weakly grasping at Nikolaevna's arms as she tried to shake off the daze going through that table had put her in

Nikolaevna started to sink the clutch upon Layne's neck and head tighter then before, her panting starting to decrease as she leaned against the girl's back, her head tilted to the side so she could reach Layne's ear, whispering into it.

" Pass out, or suffer more. "

Niko's voice was strict and commanding, starting to pull back on the sleeperhold to try and cut off Layne's air supply as much as she could.