Sean vs Layne (Complete)

As Sean was about to get to his feet, he felt something hard nail him from behind out of reaction, he hit the floor almost yelping. Again, he tried to get himself back up again to at least manage to keep fighting. There was not point in not stopping now. With how vicious this girl was, he felt like a wounded animal almost. What could he do though, she was going at it nonstop at this point. All he could do is be a beat stick for her. There had to be some way to get out of this.

Layne dropped the steel chair on the wet floor as Sean kept trying to get to his feet. Moving up behind him she grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head backwards so that he was looking up into the rainy sky. She blocked his view off as she aggressively slung her arm around his head so that his face was in her armpit.

She had planned to slam down into a reverse DDT right onto the steel chair, but now that she had him in this position she decided on a different tact.. wrench on a vicious dragon sleeper! She twist her arm to one side to sink the hold in deeply while letting out a short cry with the effort she was forcing on his head and neck.

Sean was slowly feeling more and more helpless by the minute. It was frustrating for him to be in this position. At first he thought it would be another vicious attack on to his back, but now, it was his head and his neck that would feel the wrath of Layne. He tried to get out of it but to no avail. It was hard to slip out of something like this when she had him in a position where his back was arched and his legs bent. He had one ditch effort to attempt and get out of it. However, chances of him gaining the upper hand was slim to none. Considering how worn he was, it would be difficult to get back up and finish the job.

Sean slid his hands up towards Layne's head wrapping one arm around her throat. Chances of it being effective, not so great since he couldn't really see where he was holding her with his arm. Shifting his legs in position for a leap, Sean took a chance with it. He pushed his lower body up into the air and sat on the ground attempting to drive a Stunner into Laynes throat. However, if the tactic worked, it may give him some time to recover, not much though considering he ended up landing on the steel chair when he attempted it. However, there was a possibility that she could reverse it into a Reverse DDT to finish the job. Either way, it wasn't looking good for him.

As soon as Layne felt Sean's arm starting to wrap around her head and soaked dripping hair, she let herself drop down and back for her original intended move... The reverse DDT with the back of his head aimmed for the same steel chair she'd used to whack him in the back with.

When Sean set her up for the Stunner, or his variation of it, he felt her weight shift and found himself nailed on top of the steel chair from her Reverse DDT. He rolled around if he could arching his back from the impact due to the pain he endured. Sean was getting very flustered at this point. He needed to figure out a way to get the upper hand in this. How was he going to, she refused to give him a break nor did she give up on him. Sooner or later, all the fierce offensive moves could possibly take a toll on Layne. Maybe even get her a little fatigued from attacking so much. But that was just Sean being hopeful. If that was the case, then she would've shown it about halfway through it. But at the same time she was continuously beating him down like a punching bag. Something seemed awkward about this match. Usually by this point someone goes for the count. She didn't seem to do that. What did she have against him?

It looked like Layne could pin Sean after hitting a move like that... She lean over him at first, rain water dripping from her body onto him, but instead of laying over his body she grabbed a couple of handfuls of hair and started dragging him up to his feet!

When she got Sean up, she'll try to set him up for her finisher.. 'The Jail bird chains'. First wrenching his arm round into a hammer lock, she'll use her free arm to coil around his face and pull him back into a dragon sleeper position like before, applying pressure to that neck while still holding onto his arm. She'll then press her feet onto the back of his legs to force him back onto his knees, and once he's trapped down there she'll let herself drop backwards and wrap her legs around his waist so that Sean would end up in a very close and wet entanglement with the Russian, although also an extremely painful entanglement

He slowly was forced up feeling his locks being pulled and felt Layne twisting his arm behind him. The next thing he knew, he was entrapped in her finisher. No escape. He fought hard to try and get out of this. He refused to tap nor was he going down without a fight. His free hand searched around for anything he could use to get loose. Anything at all. Bottles, cans, balls, anything that he could use with one hand and try to knock her noggin and get her off of him. It seemed hopeless. But he wasn't going to give up. Not now. He worked too hard to get this far. He was not going to let someone take advantage of him.

"NHHH!!!" Layne grunts out deeply as she strains back as hard as she can, her breasts pushing into his back and forcing Sean to arch backwards so that his chest is pointing upwards into the sky and rain droplets. Layne feels sweat and rain water trickling down her body, onto him and onto the floor as she stays with him.. Her body so close up against his

He grunts feeling a sudden pain in his back while being arched backwards. He felt something in his hand and went to a shot with it. His free hand swinging towards Layne's head now armed with some sort of object. He couldn't see what it was. He could only hope it would work in his efforts to escape. The rain had him drenched and nearly got into his eyes. The mixture of sweat and rain made him a little slick for holding.

The object happened to be a small baton, Layne let out a deep "Ugh!" as it made a *thud* against the side of her head, her arm letting going around his next and the underside of her bicep rubbing firmly against his face as she slipped her legs away from his waist to move completely out of the hold, rolling to the side holding her head... Feeling a little blood there, she didn't say anything, but her jaw muscle clenched as if angered as she looked back at Sean..