Heather Sunderland vs. Kent Quick

As Heather would sneak up on Kent with the chair, slamming it on his back and head, She would let out a little laugh at the feeling, loving starting to get back at him. She knew with him setting up the table that he was planning to hit some huge move on her, and luckily she was able to stop him before he could do so, dealing some good damage to him at the same time.

As he turned around, clearly full of rage, Heather's eyes would widen before they would narrow again and she would brace herself. "Fuck you!" Heather would let out, gripping the chair tightly as she would raise it above her head again. She would try to leap up a bit to make sure she could reach just fine and get enough of the impact before she would try to bring the chair hard down onto his head.

Kent head were ringing quite loudly from the chair shot slamming behind him as well his neck hurts too, but the big man can still handle that much pressure and pain slowly turning around to see her, more of glaring at her in a pit of rage cursing her as she said the same. "I'll fuckin ge----!"

His words were cut off with his hands almost reaching out for her when Heather slammed her chair again on top of his head, he quickly dropped down onto his knees but his hands did touches her body and sliding down to her pants gripping onto it as he coming down nearly to the drop but with his hands onto her pants probably close to pulling it down as he use it to hold himself up like supporting by the ropes most wrestlers would use. "Nghh... d-damn it..."

With Kent's flare of rage directed at her, Heather would be lying if she said she wasn't at least a little intimidated by it. She knew there was power behind his words, knowing full well the kind of pain that Kent could bring, but Heather wasn't about to let him deal out any more of it. She was ready to take him down and was going to do all that she could to do so.

As she slammed him in the head with the chair yet again, she would see him drop down onto his knees, quite pleased with the result until she would feel his hands touch her bare midsection before grabbing at her pants, pulling at them, just to help himself up. She would feel that they were slightly sliding down, causing a deep blush to come on her face as the top of her black lacy panties came into sight. She would drop the chair and grab him by his head with both her hands. "Get your hands OFF!" She would yell out before trying to ram her knee into his skull.

Kent took another blunt to the head but this time right in front of him causing the big man dropping down to his knees almost collapsing to the mat, thankfully he was able to grab something to pull himself up, disoriented and dazed from another chair shot to the head, something he never really been in before and he didnt want his handsome face to take the hit and it was a close call too. "Ugh... hell...ugh.... huuuuuh?"

While he was trying to pull himself up, he felt something that isnt a rope at all, it was warm above his fingers and soft yet thin in his grip, looking up with a slight blurry vision but soon come cleared that he was grabbing onto her pants, seeing her black lacy panties as well, slowly looking up at her deep blushed face with her hands onto his head and kneeing his head as its target again. "GAH!"

That scene almost like a comedy but to Kent and possibly Heather, its really not and he took the punishment to the head knocking him back leaning against the table with his hands holding his head, swaying a bit from getting dizzy thanks to her hitting his head over and over, starting to lose focus and concentration... "Ungh... damn... girl... ngh...."

At the nearly comedy-like scene, Heather's frustration would grow tenfold. She honestly thought that Kent was playing off his trying to get up to just attempt to pull her pants down, and even it it wasn't on purpose either way he still did it and it infuriated her. It was just enough for her to swing her knee up to his head and knock him back against the table.

As it connected, Heather would grit her teeth as she reached to grab him under his arms, trying to lift him up and place him on the table. She was ready to make sure it wasn't her going through the table, even if what she was about to do might not have been just as devastating as Kent was planning on delivering to her. It didn't matter, it was mostly for security against her taking the blow.

If she was able to set him up on the table, she would run to the nearest ropes, leaping onto them before attempting a springboard moonsault off them onto him as he lie there on the table.

His head starting to swell at certain section from taking so many hits, from chair shots and now the knee, things isnt going well for the big man and being really dizzy, he didnt notices too much when he was pulled to the table laying on top of it, actually helping his head to ease a bit, resting up on the table as he looks on to see his female opponent Heather to hop on up to the ropes and flips into the air, moonsaulting right on top of him. "GAH!"

He was unable to avoid from her move as she landed right on top of Kent and putting him through the table, he was planning to use it on her but she beat him, literally, to it taking him down pretty good there as he groans from the pain, barely moving as he tries to pull himself out from the broken pieces of the table and out under from Heather, he squirm out slowly like a snail as tries to recover as much he can, he cant lose now after just taking few hits... but he needs as much time as he could before Kent could try breaking her back. "F-fuckin... girl ugh....."

As Heather was able to land the moonsault on Kent, crashing him through the table, she would let out a breath of relief. It seemed the match was going perfectly her way now, and she figured it was only a matter of time before she could pick up the victory if she just kept on him. She would go to try and pin him, but would see him squirming away, realizing that pinning him now would probably just give him more time to relax himself.

Heather wasnt having that. She would look over to the chair that was lying on the mat and come up with an idea. Grinning wickedly, she would get herself up, rubbing her back a little as it would suddenly sting in pain. She would take a little deep breath, thinking maybe the moonsault wasn't the greatest idea, but she couldn't show signs of hurt now. She would reach for Kent's arm, trying to pull and drag him towards the chair. If she could do so, she would try to lift him up to his knees, getting him in a front facelock before she would throw her leg back, kicking it forward quickly, trying to use the momentum to hit him with a heavy DDT right onto the chair.

Kent body was taking so much hits even for the big man have limits, but she was aiming mostly to his head which its more vulnerable than his thick strong body, he escape away from the rumbles and from Heather as he tries to catch some air and easing his body, but soon, eventually she didnt come very far as she goes to catch him preparing for the worst. "Grrr...." lightly growling at her.

He could hear the chair setting on the mat as he was pulled up by the arm, and soon his head wedge under her arm and he knows where this is going, he have to avoid this as much as possible, he could see where the chair is and he have to break this up or else! "Hurgh!" He tries to bring out a small burst of energy to lift her up quickly hoping to pull her down on the mat, to be exact, on the chair where she placed using his Spinebuster move, if it works he could roll out to recover some but if not, he falls victim of the DDT kissing the chair to the head. "UGH!"

(I apologize for the wait. This week will be catch-up week :p)

The DDT Heather was setting up for, she had it in her mind that she was sure it was going to be a match ender. If she could slam his head straight down on that steel chair, she could probably knock him out, or even so just hit her finisher right afterwards and pin him. She felt it was just seconds away from the end, however it seemed Kent wasn't about to let her have it that way.

As Heather got herself ready to pull him down in the DDT, she would suddenly feel herself being lifted up, causing her eyes to widen as she would let out a little gasp. She would kick her legs and shake her head, trying to let go and escape, but it was too late. She would feel Kent slam her back down hard on the steel chair, causing her to yell out in pain, arching her back as she would rub the area of impact. Her sore back had taken an even greater beating with that just one hit, and she was aching in pain.

(Its cool)

Kent body felt so broken and beaten when she put him THROUGH the table like that and he didnt expected that would happen to him, this match was much tougher than he expected, no, this bitch was much tougher than he ever thought she would be. But things was about to get worst when he got his head pulled under her arm and about to fall back into a DDT to that cold steel chair just waiting for it to smack his head over it, but he burst out a small amount of energy just to lift her up and quickly Spinebuster her down right on top of that chair before rolling from the side away from her, she took it hard and stunning her there for a moment as he take a breather. "Ohhh... huff huff... whew... huff...."

Rolling until he laying face up from this harsh match from hell, that girl was going to hurt him badly but he was thankful he pulled that off and stunned her for now. Although he knew if he keep resting up for a long time, she'll get up by then and probably have something deadly up in her sleeves, he forces himself up on all fours, panting and feeling his body and mind completely damaged, trying to get up to his feet and not sure if shes up yet or not..... if shes happen to get up just at the same time with him, Kent would try to smack her head with his right fist backing her off unless shes still down... he would try to stumble towards her and turning her over facing down to drop his knee to her sore back which he love to strike there.