Layne vs White Feather (Practice match)

As Layne turned to face White Feather, she wasn't expecting to see the native Indian running right towards her.. It was too late for the gruff looking Russian to do anything as White Feather took flight into the air and jabbed out both feet towards her in a drop kick

"UGH!" Layne coughed out with a little spittle as White Feather's feet slammed right against her cushiony bust, Layne's breasts bounced again underneath her gray vest, almost looking like they were about to spring right out of her clothing. Layne in the meantime was throw backwards right up against the turnbuckles, her arms hooking over the top ropes as she let out a deep huff

White Feather quickly got to her feet and fixed up herself to see Layne looking more out of breath now. Fearing that she might not survive another blow, White Feather would now try a differnt approach to Layne, but away from the turnbuckle. She would try to grab her arm and quickly lead her out from the turnbuckle before she threw her over her shoulder to slam her down.

Layne was still fairly stunned from the dropkick that sent her breasts wobbling, being led out of the corner closer towards the middle of the ring before her arm was taken over White feather's shoulder...

Layne's bust push seductively right up against White Feather's back, her crotch against her butt before the arm wrench pulled her up and over... Layne's crotch briefly seemed to hump up against White Feather's butt and the Russian's breast rubbed over the back of White Feather's shoulder blades as she was throw over the top of her, landing on the mat on her back with an "Omph!"

Seeing that the move had worked, White Feather smiled proudly, but at the same time she felt tired. "Layne is really strong." she thought to herself. "I may have took an easy way out, but I fear that it's not over." After taking a few breaths to regain some strength, she would try a submission move on Layne. She would get in front of her legs and try to grab them under her armpits. If this worked, she would try to turn her over, sit on her back, and pull her legs for a boston crab.

As White Feather lifted Layne's feet up off the mat and tried to slip them under her armpits, Layne shook her head to one side and then glared up at her... The dark haired Russian girl drew her legs and knees up to herself, pulling White Feather forwards as she held onto Layne's ankles.. Then suddenly Layne would shoot her legs back out really forcefully, her feet striking towards White feather's breasts with the intention of kicking her with both feet clear away from Layne and off her feet

White Feather was quite surprised when Layne pulled her feet in and she got caught in it. Suddenly, she was kicked in the chest and was soon flying backwards. "GAGH!" she cried out as she was kicked and hit the ground hard. She groaned as she would rub her breasts with one arm. Then she would try to get up before Layne could attack again.

Layne rolled over after kicking White Feather away moving up quickly onto her knees... Layne could already see White Feather starting to move up onto all fours just a few feet away from her, so she'd throw herself over towards white feather in a lunge... Aiming to drive her elbow down right across the small of White Feather's back to put her right back down against the mat under the Russian's weight

White Feather tried to get herself back up, but then she heard Layne already going to attack her again. She closed her eyes and prepared herself for the worse until...she felt it. Layne's elbow hit directly onto her back. "GAAH!" she screamed out as the pain grew intense from her back to the rest of her body. She cringed as she tried to get back up and rub her back from the pain.

Climbing back to her feet, Layne would reach down to gruffly grab a hold of White Feather's long soft hair.. Yanking upwards to force her willingly or not up towards her feet as Layne maneuvered herself behind the Native Indian.

Layne reached her arm right around the front of White Feather's face, hooking her so that her body was arch backwards and her head be locked under Layne's armpit as if she were applying a standing dragon sleeper. However, instead of starting to apply pressure to the hold, White Feather would hear a deep grunt from Layne as the Russian dropped backwards hard... Her arm staying locked around White Feather's head so as to pull her down as well into an inverted DDT

White Feather cringed in pain as she felt Layne pull her up by her hair. She was pulling so much that she was forced to stand up. Suddenly she felt Layne's arm going around her head from behind and put her in what seems like a dragon sleeper. From behind, White Feather saw the back of Layne's head and would try to use her free arms to punch at Layne's face, hoping that she'll let go. But if not, she's in for an inverted DDT.