Mark 'The Dragon' Jagger vs. Kelli DiVanetti

Mark did begged Kelli to stop what she was planning to do to him, waving and show bit of fear in his eyes to show signs to her but she completely ignored him and went to slam the edge of the chair right onto his chest. "GAHH!" His body shaking hard from the impact as he turn over his side, covering his chest and kicking his feet, hurting as this hardcore match was too much for him. "Nghhh ughhhh....."

Kelli dropped the steel chair, letting it clatter against the canvas as she reached down to grab two handfuls of Mark's hair.

"Get the hell up!" Kelli growled as she pulled his head up, his face sliding up the front of her biking leather against her belly with her small bust hanging just over his forehead. Kelli would push in close to him and then try to ram her thigh up into his stomach, trying to keep him under her control so that she could set him up for something

Mark body feel so weaken and sore after taking more chair shots before she seem not done with him just yet, grabbed him by the hair as he winced from the pain and forced to pull up onto his feet which he takes the blow to the stomach that double him over, stunning him. "Ouff!"

He double over and cover his stomach with one arm and reaching for her hand thats grabbing onto his hair with the other, trying to balance himself.

Kelli grabbed onto his hair and would yank him in towards her, stuffing his head under her armpit in a side headlock so that his cheek was nuzzled cozily up against the side of her breast through the biking leathers.. The Italian kicked the steel chair a bit into place so that it was position just a little ways out from the corner and yanked him over so that they were facing that said corner

"Time to put you out." Kelli growled faintly, purposefully squeezing her bicep in against the side of his face so that his head would turn into the side of her boob a bit. Kelli would try to rush forwards with Mark the couple of steps towards the turnbuckles and then leap up to try and place her feet up on the middle ropes while still holding onto Mark's head. If Mark is still too out of it to stop her, she'll then kick away from the turnbuckles so that they spun around to face into the middle of the ring.. Trying to come down in Kelli's finisher "The Wheel Spin", except with the variation that she'd aim to slam down in the bulldog with Mark's head right on the steel chair laying on the mat

Mark getting his butt handed by Kelli after taking multiple chair shots on his body, he was severally weaken and soon, he felt his hair getting pulled up and tucking surprisingly comfortably under her arm into a side headlock, his face pressed against the side of her chest against the leathery outfit, she dragged him while his mind filled with pain that really messed his mind up so much, he didnt think whats going on except what his eyes can tell him where he is going though. "Unnnnn...."

Soon though, when he barely hear her words, she pull him where she could jump off the turnbuckle and pulling his head that made him turn and dropping down head first slamming right on top of the steel chair, once again and possibly the last time he'll take the chair shot. "GAH!" One quick yelp before his body stay still after his arms and legs shook a bit, Mark was taken out by her finisher it would seem.

Kelli sighed out a faint huff as she came down firmly on her butt cheeks, it was a pretty rough landing but at least she knew that Mark had ended up with an even worse landing then she had done. Turning over in her sitting position so that she was facing Mark, the Italian rebellion hellion would shove the front of her body up against her bigger opponent, using all of her strength to try and shove him over onto his back. Once she had him rolled up onto his back Kelli immediately flopped over him, her chest was lined up with his head so that his face would practically disappear into the opened up zipper for her bike suit.. Her sweat soaked steamy bust pushing aggressively right against his cheek as she covered him for the pin.

Mark head slammed right onto the steel chair that pretty much instantly drained his mind and body almost completely, only left was his limbs twitching from the impact and eventually that Kelli would roll his heavy beaten body over facing up where she would cover his body, well his face with her chest which he didnt know whats going on at the time. The referee would count down for Kelli pinning on Mark and getting the first count. "ONE!......." Not for long as the referee would get another count in second later. "TWO!........" Mark still feeling out of it, unsure if he could kick out of it, his mind is filled with pain from chair shots one after another, he was totally beaten.

Kelli stayed on top of Mark as the ref girl counted, pressing and squashing her breasts even more down against his face as the three drew closer...

"THREE!!" The ref finally counted, calling for the bell right away to signal the end of the match, her music "The Story of my Love" by The Model Sons starting to play in the background. Kelli grunted out faintly, flopping over off of his face so that she was laying with her back across Mark's chest... Her bust puffing out upwards as she panted up into the warm air of the arena, she could feel sweat rolling down her skin inside the tight costume, it was gonna make taking off the attire later on really tough as the leather would cling to her body. The ref moved over to take ahold of Kelli's wrist and lift it in victory, but for now she happy to just remain laying on top of Mark

Mark laying nearly out cold while Kelli pinning him down for the count, he slowly getting his mind back together and he can finally hear the count of Three which gives her the winning bell defeating him in this toughest match he ever been in yet. "Ngh....." He woken up to see that Kelli still pinning him down with her back draping over his body like her body pillow or something like that, shes enjoying her victory rest while Mark himself not too enjoying his losing rest, he couldnt really move and end up just letting her rest on him while he closed his eyes and panting to catch his breaths. "You..... are good...."

Kelli lay there on top of Mark for a moment or two, the fans treated to a great view of her cleavage pointing upwards as she inhaled and exhaled, her breasts moving up and down. Finally she lifted her head up and moved into a sitting position with her butt still nestled against the side of Mark's ribs.

He congratulated her on the win in a sporting gesture that she probably wouldn't care too much for considering the way she had responded to him up until now. She pressed her hand back down against his chest and used it to help push herself up to her feet, standing over him to one side with one fist stiffly pressed against her hips.

"You ain't gonna get far with the likes of me going all softy softy..." She said in a rather cold tone of voice, she bent down and picked up the chair she had used to good effect on him moments ago, giving it a little shake so that he could see. "This is why I'm standing over you now, cause I was willing to take things to the next level." She said, Kelli had noted the fact that Mark hadn't used any hardcore techniques on her through out this match... She didn't know if it was because he didn't have the chance or was holding back from such moves, nor did she know his reasons for holding back if that was indeed the case... It would have annoyed her if he was holding back because she was a "lil cute girl" or something, but she wasn't entirely convinced that that was why he hadn't

Either way to her, it was just a sign of weakness and it cost him the match. She threw the chair down dangerously close to Mark before heading towards the edge of the ring, not intending to stay for a chat as she planned to step through the ropes and jump down onto the outside area.