Heather Sunderland vs. Kent Quick

Heather's back was aching more than anything after being slammed down on the chair like she was. She was groaning in pain and she was trying her best to fight to recover herself. She couldn't let Kent get back on the offense again, but it seemed like that was what was about to happen as she was having quite the hard time getting herself up after that brutal spinebuster.

Unable to really start to push herself up, she would feel Kent turn her around, causing her to grit her teeth in frustration. "I'm..gonna kill you..you fucking-GAAGH!!!" Heather would let out, her words cut off as Kent would ram his knee into her back. Her body would arch back in pain, tears welling up in her eyes as she scratched at the mat.

With his knee dropping down onto her sore back after that counter attack, slamming her onto the steel chair, he kept his knee grinding against her while panting from how sore and fatigue he is. "huff... kill me are you?... good luck... trying!" Looking down at her back while shes really in pain but for how long till she give up? He'll have to test her body limit for himself as well trying to get it done or else he'll be too tired and might end up losing.

"Better tap now or else... this will happen!" Slowly positioning his knees to rest onto her sore back while getting his hands to do the work, folding and overlapping her legs together before grabbing into his hand while the other reaching under her chin, Kent tries to roll onto his back and pushing his knees up, aiming to arch her backward off the mat while pulling down to her chin n legs, Bow n Arrow Backbreaker her, watches over her curvy body bending as he should see her breasts casting a shadow over him. "Hurrgh!"

As Kent's knee would grind into her back, Heather would continue to yell out in pain, her body really tensing up from the pain, making it almost that she couldn't even move herself. She wanted him off, and part of her wanted out. Part of her was telling herself that it would be smarter for her to just give up and walk away before her back would break from the moves that Kent was performing on her one after the other.

Right after, it was as if Kent was trying to force her to give into that side of her as he would plant his knees on her back, getting her in his grasp before he would fall back, stretching her backwards in the Bow and Arrow backbreaker hold. "GAAAAGH!!! HAAAAGH!!!!!" Heather would let out in pain, her eyes widening incredibly large as her mouth hung open with her yells. She had to get out of this quickly. She would start flailing her body around, trying her best to try to punch down at any part of Kent's body that she could hit, desperately trying to escape.

Kent positioning himself to get his knees onto her back before clamping her legs together and pulling her chin, rolling to his back to pull her backward into a deadly Bow n Arrow Backbreaker, watching her bend horrible as she cried out in pain with her mouth open widely and her arms flailing around, he was bending her horribly as her fists been punching close to his body and arms which he endures the pain until he decided to release her, rolling off his knees and panting taking quite a bit of effects to put her through. "Ughh... I am not... going to let you win bitch!"

Slowly getting up to his knee, rubbing onto the hits where she smack onto, Kent couldnt let this girl win no matter what, he needs to take her out somehow, maybe take her out for good. He tries grabbing onto her hair to pull her slender sexy body draping over his knee, bending backward of course, and hopefully everything going well, he raise his one arm close to her head and raising it up high over his head, trying to swing it down right over her throat for his finisher- Breaking Habits. "HURGH!"

Heather would continue to suffer in the submission hold, her body in an immense amount of pain, wanting badly for it to stop. She couldn't remember a time when she was put through this much pain, but she was doing her very best to endure it. She couldn't give up. From the start it seemed like she was incredibly outmatched when it came to how strong Kent was, but she didn't want that to be the deciding factor. She wanted to prove she could beat people like this, that size didn't matter when it came to her matches.

Finally, she would feel him release the hold, causing her to roll onto her front, gasping for air as she rubbed her back. It was incredibly sore, and she couldn't even think about picking herself up yet. That was when Kent would grab onto her hair and pull her up, draping her body over his knee. She couldn't let him do whatever he was doing, and she had to pull off whatever she could. Letting out a loud yell, Heather would put all her energy into kicking her legs up, trying to knee Kent on the side of his head.

Kent feeling pretty well and getting so close on beating her possibly, on his knee and having Heather drape over his knee and bending her backward just a little bit. which he tries to set her up in his finisher, like an over the knee backbreaker but having his arm up raise over near his head, about to chop her throat like a guillotine but just before his heavy strong arm about to 'cut her head off', she prevent it from happening when Heather able to knee him the side of the head. "GAUH!"

He fell to the side from the blow, pretty much dropping her onto the mat as that knee to the head dazed him like getting hit by a chair shot, groaning form the pain with his hands slowly reaching up to hold his head from the ringing, he slowly rolling over on his side still in pain as he curses her and himself for letting it happen. "Grrr... damnit damnit.... ughh..."

As Kent was setting Heather up for his finisher, she knew that if it hit that would be the end, no question about it. The fact that she was able to get her knee up and slam it into the side of Kent's head, forcing him to let her go and roll away. Heather would lie down on her back for a couple seconds, breathing in and out deeply as she tried to regain her bearings.

Soon though, she knew she had to act. Trying to use the least amount of energy and trying to put the least amount of stress on her back, Heather would roll over to Kent, trying to lock her legs around his head and pull him into a tight headscissors hold. "Don't move! Just stay there and tap!" She would yell out if she was able to lock it in.

Kent head took the knee by Heather and really ringing the bell for sure, he was so close on taking her head off with his massive muscular arm to chop it right off, but he should of secured her thighs with his free arm before ending her, was a fatal mistake for that, she applied her next move on him.

"Ugh... son of a.... UGH!" He felt his head getting locked in between her strong thighs, that python like legs squeezing around his neck as his hands going up to hold her legs struggling to pry it off, feeling pretty tried himself with his head still stinging pretty badly. "NUGHHH! Will not.... tapout!"

Tho the only thing is tapping is his feet hitting on the mat while he tries to escape her hold, his energy slowly depleting and he just cant lose like this, he love making the ladies tapping out or knocked out by his hold, the other way around? Its the worst he would ever be in. "Grrr..... noo...." just slowly his energy sapping away as she continues to keep her strong legs, surely she can see him fading away, eyes fluttering and his struggle just getting weaker and weaker.

"Gh..Yes you will!" Heather would let out, planting her hand on the mat as she tried to brace herself in locking in the scissors. She was squeezing as hard as she could with her strong legs, really trying to give Kent all her frustrations in one hold. Being back in control after taking such a heavy hit and being so close to losing felt so great for Heather.

As she continued to squeeze hard on his head, trying to drain all his energy, she would feel him slowly fading, his eyes fluttering as they were, seeming like he was about to pass out. "Come on! It's either tap or pass out in my thighs. Which would be more humiliating hm? Think about that a little." Heather would say to him, grinning wickedly as she would cross her ankles, securing the scissor hold in even tighter as she really tried to ramp up the pressure in the hold as much as she possibly could.

"Grrrr... ngh....." He continues to struggle as her thighs kept tighten and tighten like someone doesnt know when to stop, tho the both of em seems to be that way but on Kent point of view, he couldnt continue much longer as his energy draining out so much, eventually he can still hear her last words before his hand raises up over her thigh and drop down just one tap before passout between her legs.

Kent eyes completely closed and laying there knocked out between her legs, his arm drape over her thigh before it slips off to the mat, clearly it shows he was beaten, when he does wakes up and find out he lost, he will be one angry pissed off man but for now, the sleepy muscular 'ladies man' now out cold and napping between her thighs for good.