Mark 'The Dragon' Jagger vs. Kelli DiVanetti

Mark abs was tough but without able to see whats going on, he took a sudden critical blind hit that forcing him down to his knee and clutching himself, he didnt know what to do until he felt his hair getting grabbed and pulling right under her arm, felt the tight suit of her rubbing against his skin, kind of hurt a little but his main focus is his stomach. "Unnnnn.... hey......"

He gets pulled up and felt his trunks getting yank up into his butt, making his eyes wide open and shout from the surprise. "Gahhh!" But the moment he respond by her pull, Kelli pulled his head right down onto the mat into a vicious DDT. "GAH!" His head bounces off the mat and if she did let him go, he would roll on his side, clutching his head and forgotten about the pain to his stomach.

Kelli climbed to her feet after slamming Mark's head straight into the mat, looking down on him with disdain "Heh.. That oughta learn ya.." She scoffed although just what she was "learning him" and just why she was annoyed was left a mystery to Mark... She walked away towards the nearest corner and quickly reached around the back to undo the lacing for the turnbuckle pad, throwing the cushioning away out of the ring so that the top turnbuckle metal was left completely exposed.

Turning back towards Mark, she'd move across and reach down for his hair to drag him back to his feet the hard way. Reaching to grab him by the wrist as soon as she had him to his feet, yanking on him to try and drag him straight into an Irish whip towards the newly exposed turnbuckle.

Mark laying on the mat by his side, clutching his head from the hard impact of the DDT, Kelli got him pretty good there and he was bit going easy on her, yet same time he was trying his best to pull off and close to use his power move on her, except she gotten away from it, narrowing escaping from her defeat, or so he assumed.

"Ughhh..." he just wanted to lay there to recover for few more seconds or even minutes if he could but Kelli wouldnt let him, grabbing by the hair as he wincing a little with his scalp ripping, finally up to his feet so his hair stop hurting but only when she grabbed him by the wrist to whipping the young man toward to somewhere he have no clue. "Huh?!"

He was getting whipped to the corner, can tell for a brief moment before he turn his back when getting close, what he didnt catch his eyes was the turnbuckle pad were taken out leaving his bare back exposed to the exposed corner, hitting his back right into it. "GAHHH!" He bounces out from the corner before falling down on his front, arching his back, clutching it as he can, yelling out from the pain.

Kelli watched as Mark stumbled out from the turnbuckles and the collapsed forwards onto the mat after hitting the metal turnbuckle, she pressed her right fist into the palm of her left hand and squeezed it firmly as she walked towards Mark on the ground and moved up along side him.

Dropping down into a sitting position, she would quickly try to take ahold of the arm that was closes to her and open up her legs to slot it deep in between her thighs so that she could scissor it close to her crotch.. Leaning her body over the back of his shoulder blades, Kelli would reach her hand down under Mark's chin and lock her fingers so that she could pull backwards into a cross face lock

Mark went down on the mat after getting slammed hard right into the exposed corner, his back hurt like getting whipping by a steel chains, laying there suffering taking awhile for him to recover and unsure of whats going on around him, until he barely looking up to see Kelli looking really angry assuming, can see her left hand tighten like shes going to pound his face up. **Oh... gosh no.....**

He couldnt get up quickly enough and soon getting his arm pulled between her legs that made him a bit blushed from it, though when he felt his chin getting caught by her hands, pulling back as he groaning out from the submission hold. "Gahhhh.....!" His feet tapping on the mat to send out the pain somewhere else, his free hand moving around trying to grab onto her hands but having trouble with it, he slowly trying moving toward to the ropes, even though he knew it wouldnt make her break up the hold, but he have an idea. He'll try moving closer and closer to the ropes, hopefully reaching the bottom rope and using it to pull himself before trying to pull both wrestlers out of the ring. "Nghh... c-come... on... nghhhh!"

Kelli pulled back so that Mark's back curved and the back of his shoulder blades squashed up against her bust, there was another faint crackle of leather squeaking against skin as Kelli shook her head and applied pressure to the crossface hold.

"Hey.. Where do you think you're going..?" Kelli breathed close to the back of his ear almost lovingly as Mark started the strenuous trek across the canvas of the ring towards the ropes.. Kelli didn't care that much though, "Go ahead and waste your energy.." she scoffed seems the ropes wouldn't do him that much good in a match like this.. She'd just go ahead and keep the hold locked in once he had wasted all of his energy just trying to grab the bottom rung for a rope break.

As Mark finally got close enough and grabbed the bottom ropes, unexpectedly he used it to start pulling himself closer.. "Wha-..?" Kelli muttered, quickly lifting the leg that was wrapped over the top of his arm to try and press her shin against the rope and prevent herself getting dragged under it. But now she wasn't scissoring his arm properly and her leg would only prevent him from getting under and out of the ring for so long... Growling out, Kelli tried to pull back as hard as she could in order to get her moneys worth out of Mark for the short time before she'd have to release the cross face. Pulling back with enough torque to lift his chest and even abs off the mat!

Mark groaning out loud from the painful stretch of the Crossface that darn Kelli applied the hold on him, his shoulder was hurting, his neck was hurting, his back was hurting, all together just linking up to triple the pains, though the only 'good' parts of being in this hold is his arm trapped between her legs and her chest squishing down over his bare backs, he have to admit in his head that is without telling her- he kind of likes it. **Nghhh, I cant think like that, I... I have a crush on Makie!**

Mark slowly using his free hand to slowly pulling himself to reach the bottom rope, it took him awhile due to the position he is in, not feeling good at all as his body getting more strained from the stretch, but eventually he'll grab the rope, finally able to and trying to pull himself to drag her out with him, except shes preventing herself to pulling along with him.

"AHHHHHUGH!" He felt his body getting far more pulled backward that his chest leaving the mat and stretching his frontal body over, stretching seriously painful for him that he have to shout out from the pain, the rope wont help him break up the hold, nor pulling himself out of the ropes, not working at all. "Nghhh... l-let go!" He couldnt get himself out, have to do something to escape from her hold before he can feel his shoulder will pull out of its socket! Desperately in this vicious hardcore match, he reach up the next rope, the middle rope and hopefully using it to pull himself and using to push against and fall backward so that he would laying on top of her, into a pin like hold while knowing his arm still get trapped. "Hurgh!"

Kelli clenched her teeth and threw her head backwards with her eyes closed, her dark purple hair drapping down over Mark's tight clad butt cheeks as she tried to pour on more and more pressure with each passing minute, making this a nightmare of a hold for him.. But as she was busy trying to apply as much torque as she could, Mark reached up for the middle ropes.. Using the fact that Kelli had lifted his upper body right off the mat to his advantage in pulling himself up so that he could get his knees under him.

Kelli was able to tell something was wrong now and tried to relinquish the hold but as she did she found Mark's larger body toppling backwards on top of her..

"Ngh!" Kelli huffed out close to his ear as the back of his shoulder blade fell and squashed against her bust. "Get off!" She hissed, using her hands to try and shove him away.

Mark can feel his shoulder, back, and neck continuing to get more sorer than ever in her submission hold as if shes trying to make him tap out in front of everyone and humiliating him for no good reason other than beating him for the win. "Hurghh!" He struggle and struggle with her, enduring the stressful hold for so long until he finally got an idea when pushing himself enough to roll her onto her back and him laying on top of her.... **gulp**.... firmly soft busts that he hears her hissing him and shoving the young male wrestler right off. "Ugh!"

He rolled, unsure where his body have stopped to, possibly close to the ropes or middle of the ring, but for certain that hes in the ring with the dangerous girl so far, Killi DiVanetti. "Aughh... goshhh....." his upper body hurting so much, he can barely move from this point, except his legs is still pretty strong at least, yet even then he still having difficulty to pushes up onto his feet, only slowly getting his feet to slide against the mat until its barely able to get on his knees. "Huff... huff..."

Kelli rolled over the other way and up to her hands and knees, sucking in a couple of deep pants for breath as she turned her head to give Mark a brief scowl.. He had escaped having to submit to her crossface lock, she'd just have to make him wish that he had submitted rather than fight out of it! The rough Italian climbed up to her feet and then would move towards Mark.. With a firm shove, she'd try to push Mark back first down onto the mat and then grab him by the ankles... "Nhh.." she grunted out deeply as she started trying to drag him backwards across the canvas, moving up towards the turnbuckles with her opponent