A New Star! - Blaise and Asuka Wakahisa

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise could, in fact, be the best Magikarp around - he'd need only the proper motivation. Being trapped in a submission, kept mild though it is, would do it. But she releases his arms and raises off his chest, leaving him lying on his back, frame rising and falling visibly. He ceases his wiggling to look up at her, then squint one eye shut under the raspberry she blows him.

"Not a chance!," he replies. Rolling over onto his untwisted shoulder, he reaches up to grab the middle rope to draw himself up to his feet. Of course, he's relying on her not immediately going back to work on him and giving him a chance to stand. Though once he's upright, and if he gets the chance, he suddenly reaches to hook the back of her neck and physically sling her towards the nearest turnbuckle!

[Lark]

One would think she would have learned by now, but she didn't. Asuka had patiently waited for Blaise to get to his feet, intending to let them start fresh again. So much so she had been tapping out the toe of her sneaker on the mat and twisting her back to stretch when he lunged for her. "Hey!"

She stumbled past him, as he drew her around by the back of the neck. The nearest turnbuckle was close, too close! Ordinarily she would have tried to perform a springboard move, but her footing was poor, an attempt to leap onto the ropes like that would end in disaster. Asuka pivoted on the balls of her sneakers fumbling to turn herself so she didn't collide head first into the corner. With a yell she slammed solidly into the turnbuckles catching herself on the top ropes to keep from falling forward to the canvas. " Jerk! I'm trying to be nice!" She huffed, lifting her head to glare at him though her bangs.

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise seems to've snatched the upper-hand, slinging her into the corner successfully! He bounds immediately after her, hoping she manages to turn around, but not waiting around long enough to know for sure! What he has in mind will work just as well if her back is turned to him, he supposes.

His body tilts forward, the last loping step he takes towards her leading into a lunge! He grabs for the middle ropes at either of her sides, guiding his shoulder in to smash into her stomach and crush her abs between his frame and the unyielding turnbuckle! And afterwards, he scoots back enough to steal a peek back up at her face. "Be as sweet as ya like, but we're still wrestling!"

He suddenly yanks on the ropes to thrust his shoulder towards her stomach a second time. This time the pressure won't be relieved so easily, instead grinding in against her midsection with persistent, increasing pressure. It isn't that he doesn't appreciate her, nor that he isn't charmed - much to the contrary! But he's determined to get her onto her back, at least for a moment!

[Lark]

She had started to pull herself upright using the top ropes when Blaise came crashing down on her, slamming her back hard to the turnbuckles, bending her nearly in half as her feet slipped out from under her. "Ugh!" She had managed to keep herself from falling by keeping hold of the ropes, gasping for air as he pulled back. As he came in a second time her fingers slipped away from the ropes, sneaker heels kicking out at the mat as she remained pinned, upright only by his shoulder bearing down on her with crushing grind.

She let out labored breathes as she struggled to find footing to at least mount some form of a defense against him forcing her into the corner. Her palms planted themselves on his shoulders as she tried to pry herself out from under him to no real effect. She leaned forward, she had to, fighting the push was only making it hurt more. Something clicked as she pressed down against him. She reached down attempting to slip one around his head, the other under the opposite arm. She would try to find her hands underneath him and hook her fingers against one another to secure a makeshift headlock on him.

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise's shoulder digs into the pit of Asuka's stomach, testing the durability of her abs. He isn't holding back by much, if any. And if he is, it isn't a conscious choice. He wants her to be able to take him seriously, despite their previous banter. She isn't likely to do that if he treats her like a fragile china doll.

He feels her arms wind around his arm and neck, securing him in place against her. An odd choice, he figures, but it gets his gears turning as well. He'd originally intended to rough her up a little more in the corner, but he can speed things up a bit without losing momentum hopefully! His right hand moves from the rope to her thigh, hooking the leg. His left hand moves to her waist, keeping her hugged in place against his shoulder.

"Hnnh!" His muscles strain, attempting to suddenly snap her into the air! With a backwards hop and drop, the goal is to slam Asuka's head and shoulders into the mat behind him!

[Lark]

Asuka didn't have a real game plan. Without the ability to ground herself, she found it incredibly hard to actually do much of anything. When given the chance to potentially ineffectively pound on his back with her hands or trying to convert this into a submission, she would likely take the latter each time. There was no storm to weather her, every second was one that worked in his favor. Once her arms had locked around him, she struggled and pulled, trying to flex her arms around to apply enough pressure to make him think twice about how much this position was worth maintaining. All she needed was to get her feet solidly on the ground and she could actually make use of this by applying some leverage with her back.

Blaise however didn't seem to want to give her the chance. She felt her leg lift as he set his hand around her thigh, another around her waist. Her body tensed, a sudden sense of panic and dread taking over her. "N-no no no!" It was too late to protest as he finally let her free from the corner, in his own way. She was lifted up and over, soaring in a violent arc before coming down with a hard resounding thud on the canvas.

Her form compressed inward as her weight came down around her, she had been planted as intended, helpless to stop it. She had lost her grip on him somewhere from A to B. She wasn't sure when. She wasn't sure of a lot of things at the moment, her head was spinning. Her body had maintained a bit of awkward hang time before gravity finally did it's job and bright her the rest of the way down, body uncurling to fall flat across the mat. She let out a long pained groan as she squinted up at the ceiling only uttering one thing in a hushed tone meant only for herself. "Ow..." It was an understatement really, but appropriate none the less.

[CyanDimitrik]

The ring shakes under the double impact of Asuka and Blaise; the key difference being that Asuka took by and large the worst of it. The male dynamo had since released her from his grip, and now rocks forward to perch on his knees. Fist raises in the air to either side, beaming for an audience of absolutely no one.

A noise from behind refocuses his attention, and he cleanly pivots on the mat to look down at her. Ah! She's in position! He'd normally simply dive onto her for the cover, but that'd put his face at her stomach or hips from this angle. He'd rather meet her face-to-face right now. So he clambors to her side, then drops himself fully atop her. His hips rest against hers, his sleek abs flush against her belly, his abused chest against her breasts, and his face hovering over hers. His hands go for her wrists to pin at either side of her head to complete the full-body pin.

"Hey," he says, voice lowered for the proximity. An easy smile plays on his face. "Sorry I tricked ya. I don't have yen on me, but," he leans in, aiming to lightly boop his nose to hers, "will that do?"

[Lark]

Blaise's fanfare was lost to her. Had she been in attendance and now the victim, she likely would have clapped for him. As it stood right now she had neither seen it or really been in a proper state of mind to enjoy it. Without immediate followup, she had chosen to stay on the canvas to recuperate, fairly sure if she did rush to her feet she would just be knocked back down immediately. Breathing was important, which went without saying, but in wrestling making sure to pace yourself was a key factor. Sometimes you had to just stay down a bit longer or hold off a little to make sure you could keep yourself afloat.

She groaned softly as Blaise draped himself over her, his weight firmly securing her to the canvas. She narrowed her eyes at him, expecting another laugh, maybe a gloat as he held her wrists. Still a bit groggy, her head was in the game still, enough to be mindful this was a pinning situation. Just as she had been counting in her head, she did so again just in case he was trying to lull her into staying down. She couldn't help but redden a bit at his choice of ways to go about this though. It was all a bit too up close and personal. Her features lightened when her apologized, her face reddened further when he booped their noses together. "I... yeah... thanks."

She had been tempted to just stay like this, but her instincts told her otherwise. It was another game no doubt. It made sense for Blaise, and honestly, if she were more brazen of a person, she would do something like this too. Effective but fun. She could give him credit for that at the very least, though she wouldn't verbally. Through the slight haze, and embarrassment, she found footing against the ring, pushing down as hard as she could, arching her back to attempt to buck him off or at least break the unofficial pin just before it would have reached a three count in her mind.

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise wasn't sure what to expect when it came to the boopage. A part of him anticipated pure, unadulterated aggro at his forward, even flirty exchange. But what he got was far more subdued than anything he could've seen coming from her. She'd been such a bombastic girl up until that point! And perhaps to her frustration, nothing about her reaction does anything to lessen the verdict on her cuteness. In fact, it earns a slightly wider smile.

His eyes widen sharply when she takes him completely by surprise. Her body bucks up against his, twisting him over to roll off of her. He hadn't even been thinking about counting the pin yet! He hits the mat beside her on his back with a soft laugh, in no rush to stand again. "Hey," he parrots her from before,"I was being nice~!"

[Lark]

Asuka three herself to the side as he was bounced off, quickly rising to her knees. A bit too quickly actually, the sudden movement in elevation made her head spin, wobbling in place. "I am being nice too! I even said thanks!" She scrambled along the mat on her hands and knees dignity had no place in an empty gym with nobody to judge her for being scrappy.

She circled, her coming less than subtle as she moved to his head from behind. He had wanted her to take things seriously, he should happy on some level she way. "I am totally not sorry for this though."



She dropped down attempting to scoop his head up under her arm, snuggly hooking her arm around his neck. She would reach out to do something similiar with his arm, a near perfect reversal of what she had done in the corner earlier as she attempted to lock her fingers. This time however she threw her weight back, drawing him up across her tucked knees in a modified dragon sleeper.

It would take her a moment to get everything locked in, but if she managed to it would be a snug painful hold. Cranking back on his head while pushing his body in the opposite direction with her digging knees.