Sean vs Layne (Complete)

ON THE GROUNDS
Hardcore Match
Conditions: One Fall (Pin or Submissions upon aggressor)

(I think I might mention his previous match, though unfinished, in this one. It's what I had in mind when I spoke to you earlier.)

Sean had just received a notice from the officials in his dorm room. He was scheduled to have a match out in the Tennis Courts. This was the second time, the same location, and a different opponent. He looked over the notice he received:

To whom it may concern,

Starting this evening, a match card has been prepared which concerns yourself. Please be prepared upon arrival.

Sean sighed to himself. Of all the places it had to be, out in the Tennis Courts. Why the Tennis Courts? What was the match supposed to be? His previous match against Miyuki, now retired, took place there. He didn't seem to worry though, he just kept his cool and walked out to the Tennis Courts which the door was left ajar for him to enter.

He stopped looking around the location a bit. It seemed different to him. He didn't recall all kinds of various items placed all over the place. What was this, American Gladiators? His mind thought about it. At the same time, his senses heightened as if he was expecting something. He didn't like this one at all. Someone up there doesn't like him apparently. He checked the fence to make sure it was secure to support a man or woman's weight. Would be pretty bad if someone went through it. Then again, if this was what he believed it to be, then that may not matter.

He turned facing the central point of the Tennis Courts with shifty eyes. He had a really bad feeling about this.

Sean was waiting for some time and the skies clouded up dark and gray, it started to pour with heavy drops of rain until finally he saw two figures approach the courts. The first was obviously a ref girl from her attire, the other was had long dark brunette hair that and wore black denim cut offs with a dirty gray vest.

She locked the door behind her and walked purposefully towards him, as she got closer he could see her skin was tinted slightly dark as if it was covered in soot from a fire and she held a dark stern look on her face and didn't seem at all chatty as she just stopped in front of him eyes looking into his

As the raindrops began to form his shirt started to show what was underneath a little, it wasn't a big deal to him. He moved to center of the entire court seeing two figures enter. One, a female referee obviously. He nodded to her. The other a dark colored burnette locking the door and approaching him for the classic face off. He took note of some of the key attributes of hers and awaited for the signal. Sean's mind raced a little bit while he watched her. Something told him that this was going to be a hell of a fight. He would be lucky if he gets out by the skin of his teeth.

While the rain poured down on top of them dancing their bodies, Sean kept a close eye on Layne's body waiting for some sort of motion so he could be prepared for whatever may be set from her side.

The rain wet her filthy vest, making it cling to her body and show off her prominent large bust more then usual. The ref girl waited for a moment, there was no point explaining the rules because there was none, eventually she waved her hand between them and shouted "Begin!"

Without a word to shown, Layne will take a step forwards and try to kick things off by slamming her knee forcefully into Sean's gut

He watched her carefully, seeing as the rain poured down now it would be a little more difficult for getting a grip on each other especially if one was really slick when wet. Taking note of the obvious things with her, he kept silent until the ref gave the signal and shouted begin.

As her knee came driving towards his mid section, Sean's right arm was extended out parallel to Layne's neck in an attempt to move forward with a clothesline. However, due to the attack on her end it might as well be a diving clothesline. Either way it would seem that both would get each other or he would just miss and take a blow for her end.

Layne grunted out as Sean's arm slammed into her busty chest, she was taken off her feet down to the hard gravel floor, little stones immediately sticking into her back as she hit.. She clenched her teeth and immediately rolled over to one side, trying to climb back up to her feet

Upon the clothesline's success on Layne, Sean too hit the ground pretty harshly. He rolled to one side holding his gut for a moment before sliding up to his feet looking to see her getting back up herself. This was going to be a hell of a match indeed. Though, while he had this opportunity, he might as well take it. He approached her still a bit sore from the gut shot and reached for the girls hair attempting to set her up for a Gorilla press powerslam. If successful, he may end up slamming her into one of the breakable items lying around like perhaps a masonite table or something similar. Although during this maneuver he did leave himself open for something in return, but he figured that the clothesline did something to slow things down on her end.

unfortunately Sean had underestimated Layne's toughness, as he grabbed her hair she let out a grunt but when pulled up she will quickly but forcefully ram her elbow right into his exposed stomach again... Trying to stun him before he can even lift her

An oof came out of his lungs when she elbowed him in the same spot from before. He released his grip on her to stagger back and catch his breath. A tough girl as it would seem. One who seemed to with hold pain about as much as he did or more. Sean knew his limits so he had to be cautious from here on out. Though he had to think of something fast. Considering he lost his grip on her, it would be a little difficult from here on out to try and get her again.

Layne got up completely, her dark Russian eyes catching him in her glare as she strode towards him, looking to put the pressure onto him. She'll try to grab for his head, trying to yank him down under her armpit and against the side of her dirty wet gray vest, right into a front headlock