Sean vs Layne (Complete)

The tactic seemed to work, and he rolled away from Layne on the ground unable to move. His body began to ache all over, he wanted to muster the energy to finish the job, but was unable to. He needed a moment, a moment to gain his energy back. Though the question was, how much was left in the tank? He could see Layne looking at him holding her head from the baton attack. He managed to get out, but how much more could he take?

He slowly forced himself up, placing his hands on a table nearby for leverage with the baton still in hand. He used the Table to support his weight and slowly turned sulking against it. He watched her for a moment, the rain pouring more and more, his chest now visible through his shirt. His body was like a Greek Sculpture. It was unbelievable how strong he looked. It seemed to show as well.

As Sean took his eyes off of Layne for a moment to lift up onto all fours, she'll quickly move over to him, grabbing his by his hair to lift him up and bash his head down face first onto the wet wooden table. As long as she is successful, she'll then shove him to one side and start unfolding the legs of the table to set it up on the gravel floor

He felt her hand on his head lifting him to his feet. Now what? Before he could do anything, he felt her slam his head into the table and flopping down on the ground. She didn't know when to quit did she. He still had something left in him. Perhaps to be desperate enough to knock her through the table. If he could do it that was. But it was a matter of time before he could make any moves. It would be a cold day in hell before he went through one of those. It was all or nothing from here on out. Hopefully, he could do something to get her off guard.

Layne finished setting up the table then will go over to pick up the folded steel chair she'd used before.. Walking back over with it to Sean and the table again.

For good measures, Layne will swing the chair to clap it over the back of Sean's shoulders before she sets up the chair laying on the table also

Sean slowly forced himself up to his feet, only the be halted by the sudden pain and the sound of steel hitting his back. He flopped on the ground again gritting his teeth in pain. He slowly tried to get back to his feet in hopes to regain his energy and in hopes to take the upper hand in the match. Though he was trying to figure out what she was doing. Whatever it was, he didn't like it.

With Sean knocked back down with authority, Layne went back to what she was doing... Kicking a battered trash can so that it rolled partly underneath the table she'd just set up, Layne then walked a short distance to go pick up and bring it back beside the table, unfolding it and setting it up beside what she had already set up...

After that she'll walk over to Sean, grabbing a handful of his hair and leading him over to the ladder... First slamming him face first onto one of the ladder steps..

Sean saw what she was doing and knew he had to think fast how to get out of it. Upon her slamming him on the ladder steps he groaned a bit while being led up to the top. This was where he used what little energy he had left. Upon reaching the top, he reached for her head and slammed it as hard as he could on the top of the aluminum ladder. Hopefully this would give him some time to set her up for his signature. It was risky but worth it in the long run. He was getting desperate and knew he had to do something or end up in the medical office for a few days. Hopefully, this was powerful enough to get her knocked and dizzy a bit.

(ooc- Layne hadn't actually lead Sean up the ladder, but its ok I guess seems she would in her next post)

Layne had her face thrown down against the ladder rung, the whole ladder wobbling unstably and threatening to topple them both off either onto the gravel floor or through the table. Layne seemed to care not about that danger, and the blow to the face only stunned her for a moment. She then almost fully up the ladder, grabbing Sean by the hair with a growl to yank him up onto the last rung of the opposite side also. Layne will try to drive her fist down onto the top of his head in the precarious position, her wet busty body pressing into him to keep her steady and prevent either of them from falling accidentally just yet

( OOC: Sorry if I jumped the gun. ^_^; )

Sean felt the sudden stink on the last rung and was now hearing ringing bells from her fist for a moment now pressed against herr bust. He groaned a bit and knew he had to snap out of this. There was no way she was going to put him through that. At this point he didn't care if the ladder toppled on them. it was now or never. Making a fist he waited for them to be at the second to last rung before driving his fist with all of his might towards her stomach in hopes to wind her while struggling to break out of her hold. If it worked, he would be able to set her up with his signature powerbomb. It was tricky considering they were on the ladder, but what else could he do? For now, he was to try and break her grip on him and set her up for the drop into the table.

Layne gets doubled over by the punch, her belly going over the top rung as Sean forces her head between his thighs. Breathing heavy and with rain splattering on her back, Layne balls up her fist and striking wild blows towards his midsection to try and get him off