Heather Sunderland vs. Kent Quick

Heather would continue to struggle as Kent was choking her with the kendo stick, having a great deal of trouble fighting with his much stronger arms as he pulled her back by the throat quite a bit. She would start kicking her legs, pulling on the kendo stick with all she could before she would suddenly feel herself being lifted up with the man.

"Gk..gah..g-get.." Heather would try to let out protests as she was held against him, being lifted up with him with the kendo stick still pressed up against her throat. Soon though, she would find herself being thrown back, slamming onto the mat from the russian leg sweep, the kendo stick slamming onto her throat as well from the fall, causing her to let out a pained grunt, her trying to roll away from him to rub her neck.

Kent was handling her pretty well now, able to use the kendo stick pulling against her throat while pulling her up as he get into position to legsweep her backward slamming down onto the mat as well slamming the weapon against her throat. "HA!" Didnt take long for her to roll away gasping for air while he toss the stick to the side still in the ring while slowly up onto his feet, succeed performing a move used by a well known wrestler in a certain hardcore match. "I dont need weapon to beat you... I got my bare hands to bend you all over the place!"

He takes his time confidently even tho his back was hurt and his crotch was stung by her kick, he wouldnt use low blows for his match unless he need it desperately but right now, he wont be needing it at all. Walking over her with all the time in the world as he reaches down for her legs trying to make sure shes facing up while crossing her legs into a '4' shape hoping to turn her over to pull back into his Cloverleaf Leglock hold, letting her back suffering the pain. "Hurrgh!"

"Guh..shut up.." Heather would let out as she tried to catch her breath as much as she could, starting to pick herself up. She had to think quick on how to regain the upperhand, knowing that if Kent spent too much time on the offensive against her, he would wear her down quite well, his strength being quite a bit greater than her's.

Getting onto her hands and knees, she would shake her head, trying to regain herself before Kent would make his way over to her, grabbing her legs. Another submission hold wasn't something that she could stand right now before getting herself some room, she had to get out of it. Frantically trying to prevent him from fully locking in the move, she would kick her legs wildly, trying to kick them out of his grasp and hopefully connect with him in some way, anything to give her some space to recover.

Kent tries to get this girl Heather in his hands grabbing onto her legs trying to lock it up into his next hold for more painful submission, but she was kicking at him wildly that it was giving him a hard time keeping her still. "Ngh! Damnit girl, hold still!"

He then gave up the idea of putting her in the Cloverleaf hold and moving to her side to stomp down at her stomach couple times to soften and slightly keeping her 'calm', hopefully he was able to do that before reaching down for her hair to pull up with face to face. "Fine, prefer in other move?!" He tries to pull her head under his arm with her arm drape around his neck, grabbing onto her pants preparing to give Heather a good hard slam.

"N-no! Get away!" Heather would let out as she continued to kick at Kent, trying frantically to prevent herself from being put into the submission hold. Fortunately for her, it seemed to be working for the most part as he was clearly having trouble getting hold of her. All she had to do was keep fighting with him and she figured she could get away from him to regain herself.

Though instead, she would feel him suddenly stomp down on her stomach a couple times, causing her eyes to widen large as she would let out a pained yell, coughing from the impact as she went to roll over and curl up, holding her stomach, but instead she would feel her hair being pulled, Kent pulling her to her feet. "Egh..n...no..stop." Heather would let out, one of her eyes shut tight and the other squinted as she tried to deal with the pain she was feeling before he would pull her head under his arm, grabbing onto her pants. In a panic, Heather would swing her fist up a couple times, trying to punch him in the gut as much as she could to try to get him to release her.

He feeling pretty good right now having able to get Heather into good amount of holds even in this NHB type of match, things will get much more painful if she keeps up resisting his attempt of punishing the poor girl, yet Kent only thing in mind is to crush her whatever he have. "Not going anywhere!"

After stomping down onto her stomach to slow her down just a little bit before grabbing onto her hair to pull up and tucked her head under his arm, draping her arm around his neck and grabbing onto her pants getting ready to slam her hard, while he got her set-up for the move he felt her stomach took punches causing him to grunt from the blows. "Ugh... ngh...."

He let go of her pants but still lightly hanging onto her head, using his free arm now to club behind her back to stun her. "Hold.... still!" Hopefully after that he tries to grab onto her one legs to pull it up and using both of her leg and head to lift up to fall back aiming to slam her down into a Fisherman Suplex for the quick pin, unless she tries to escape it somehow. "Hurgh!"

As Heather desperately punched at Kent's gut, she thought that she was going to be able to get him to release her with the grunts and reaction he had from it. She was quite hopeful that she could slip out, planting her feet on the mat as she would try to pull herself out but she would find his grasp to still be quite tight on her head and her pants.

Soon though, she would feel him let go of her pants, making her think she was going to be able to escape before suddenly she would feel him hit her with his free arm on her back, causing her to let out a yell of pain, her struggles and punching stopping as he hooked her leg. She found herself up in the air before being slammed down with the Fisherman Suplex, causing her to groan in pain as he was pinning her.

The ref girl would get to a two count before Heather would put all she had into kicking out, just narrowly escaping falling victim to Kent's strong moves and losing already.

Kent went to club her in the back after she punched him in the stomach so that he'll put her in another hold grabbing onto her leg with her head still lock in, lifting her up to slam down behind him into a Fisherman suplex going for the pin, he lean back pinning her down into a bridge as he hears the ref girl slamming down her hand for the first count, then soon the second which Heather kicked out before reaching for three, breaking up the count and pin. "Ugh... tch damn..."

He roll onto his side and up to his knees, panting a little and things will get ugly between them for sure, looking at her while wiping the sweats off his forehead before crawling toward to the ropes and slide outside the ring, looking for weapons which he rarely use so it'll be his first time trying this out, looking under the ring to pull out a steel chair to slide that item in the ring, then taking out the table too to sliding that in the ring as well, taking his time while the girl is still down, he move the table to set it up in front of the turnbuckle, ready to demolish the poor Heather. "Heh.... this match... is mine... oh yes... " thinking to himself.

As she was able to kick out of the pinfall attempt, Heather would let out a breath of relief, though her body was aching in pain from everything that she's taken from Kent so far. She would lie there on her back, trying to recover herself as she would breathe in and out heavily. Staring up at the lights, she tried to think of how she could fight back against him now with how much he was in control, though she was beginning to realize she was having quite the long time to think, causing her to turn her head to see what Kent was doing.

She would first notice the chair that was on the mat, causing her to blink a few times as she would look at Kent going to set up a table near the turnbuckle. "Kh.." Heather would push herself up just a bit, trying to crawl herself quietly over to the chair, grabbing it if she could reach it. If Kent hasn't noticed her by now, Heather would push herself up, raising the chair above her head as she would try to quietly walk over to Kent, going to swing the chair hard down onto his upper back and the back of his head.

He took his time getting the weapons- table and chair to bring it into the ring since this match is NHB it wouldnt matter as much surely the ref wouldnt stop him from using it on a girl, but Kent didnt care as much as long he gets the win thats all he cares for. Once both weapons in the ring he slide himself in and focus on the table, not worried that girl Heather will do anything after taking quite a bit of hits, he thinks its fine nothing to worry about, setting up the table in front of the turnbuckle thinking he could do like a top turnbuckle powerbomb or something to really mess this girl up. "Heh this is... going to be a piece of cak--- KAH!"

He just finished setting up the table all ready to go... but suddenly his upper back and head took something hard like... metal that clunk right at him, he realized its the steel chair but who would of use it? "Ngh... cant be her..." He thought leaning over the table as he slowly look over his shoulder which he could see her holding the chair, she must of recover sooner than he thought or he took too long that she takes the advantage of him, right now his head ringing from the chair shot as he tries to push himself off the table to turn around hopefully get her. "You.... guh... you bitch!..."