NCWF Special Event: Blaise Cameron vs. Tomoya Akiyama

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At the cost of his own first ever win? Blaise isn't so likely to heed her pleas. Not when he has her so clearly dead to rights. And not when holding her body in this way is so enticing. He knows he's lingering, savoring the position with her, the feel of her breath against his hips, of any amount of contact her face has with him. Yes, those formfitting trunks are betraying him quite a bit here. His arms tighten a little around her waist, squeezing her slim body to his a little more securely. Impulsively, his head tilts forward to steal a quick, indulgent nuzzle against her narrow hips. He can rationalize it as wanting to give her a little pleasure before the end, but really, it was more about savoring the advantage while he had it. She might disappear after the match!

"Mnh... better hold on," he advises. One hand slides down her spine to the back of her head, gently pushing her head forward against his hips. And then he drops, keeping her head guided down, spiking her skull against the mat at the completion of the piledriver. Only then does he release her body to let her drop.

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The blood rushes to Tomoya's head like a waterfall. She feels her opponent tighten his arms around her to reaffirm just what he's planning to do. And the poor girl is helpless to escape. In fact, Blaise even teases her, nuzzling against her hips and turning her a furious red. "You...pervert...!" She gasps, wriggling slightly as the crowd begins to cheer for Blaise to deliver the piledriver. He warns her to hold on, and tucks her head between his firm thighs. She's blushing so much now he can practically feel the heat as she closes her eyes, nervous as she awaits the impact-

WHAM.

Blaise is swift yet strong in his delivery, Tomoya's skull rattling as it takes the brunt of the impact. The canvas shakes as Tomoya cries out, a sharp yet short yell as her body goes limp. The second Blaise releases her, her legs begins to tilt through the air and her lower body collapses to join the rest of her on the mat. The girl is nearly unconscious, her chest lifting up and down as she instinctively takes deep breaths. A small, soft groan is the only noise she's capable of now. Her face and hair are damp with sweat. Even with her eyes closed, it's clear she's exhausted. At this stage, reversing the match would take a miracle or two. Laid down, sprawled out, she almost looks angelic in a way. And the audience kept their eager eyes on Blaise, keen to see how the male would decide to close the book on this particular 'bout.

[CyanDimitrik]

That's not the first time Tomoya has levied that complaint againt him. To be fair, he sort of asked for it this time, boldly taking advantage of the predicament. In what bit of fairness could be had, it was hard to resist. Two bodies clung together in a compromising position, attractive, healthy, having spent the past several minutes struggling against each other - things are bound to be stirred.

It all comes to a head at the completion of the piledriver; to be specific, Tomoya's head. He releases her, letting her drop to the mat and splay out. She looks oddly beautiful, helpless and inviting, but no doubt a fighter. Most people would probably have gone for the pin right there. But Blaise wants this to be as memorable as possible. It's going to be his first win. He's sure of it!

With a heavy breath, the sweaty youth draws up to his full height and climbs the nearby ropes. Perched atop the turnbuckle, he faces in towards Tomoya - his skinny brunette target. Arms raise, body aglisten under the lights, urging the audience to get behind him for one final move. And then he's leaping from his perch! A high arch, and his arms and legs draw back, pulling his sleek six-packed abs taut. Those abs aim to smash directly across Tomoya's unprotected stomach in a full frog splash!

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Tomoya's senses are barely alert now. She's taken a lot of punishment over the course of this match; particularly in the last few moments to boot. She's only faintly aware of the crowd's cheers, the fact that she's down on the mat and the peculiar fact that Blaise wasn't covering her. Wouldn't most wrestlers go for the pin after a tombstone piledriver? Well, most of course. Her opponent had proven himself to be one unorthodox man in tonight's bout. Maybe, just maybe, she's still got a shot. A very, very slim one, but a shot nonetheless.

Opening her eyes is the first step. She can vaguely make out the turnbuckle near her, a familiar and handsome shape crouched upon the metal pole. When her vision steadies, Tomoya spies a familiar grin, arms lifted to inspire the audience as their cheers intensify. And in that moment, a silent dread falls upon her that lights her eyes up with panic. And then, Blaise bounds through the air like a falcon diving down on their prey.

Oh. Oh crap-

The execution is more like a frog leap in hindsight. Hell, the move is called a frog splash for a reason. That doesn't make it any less painful though, as Blaise's form falls towards her with his glistening abs spread and sleek for her to appreciate. For the couple of seconds before he slams them down across her midsection, mind. "Hrrrk!!" Tomoya's legs bound up in the air from the impact as her eyes bulge, a breath of air exploding from her crushed lungs. They fall back down and the girl's head bounces back against the mat before she goes limp under the male.

Of course, Blaise is in the perfect position for a pin to round off the night, and the referee is there in a flash. The muscular male teen would feel Tomoya twitch almost adorably under him, the only sign of life as the referee's hand hits the mat to begin the count. "One!"

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Blaise can feel the flash of cameras against his svelte frame as he soars. His eyes shut, bright, perhaps contextually dopey smile worn on his face. It feels like freedom, getting to be the center of attention here, sailing with no safety net, and most importantly, nothing to bring him down.

Usually this is the part where something goes critically wrong. His eyes snap open just a half-second before impact. His abs crash hard against Tomoya's stomach. It feels very, very different from landing on a male opponent. He isn't sure why offhand. But after a moment of letting the sensation settle over him, he realizes it has to be the simple fact that she's female. There's no tension when wrestling a dude. All that physical contact with a girl, though - and an extremely pretty one, at that - is world's apart. He's a hundred times more aware of every little contour and curve of her body beneath his, the feel of her stomach swelling against his with every breath she takes, and those cute little twitches her battered and beaten body give on occasion.

He kind of wishes her outfit exposed midriff.

Before his mind can explore that angle, the referee has dropped beside the pair. Instinctively, Blaise curls in against her waist a little more. His sleek, sweaty abs press harder across her slim belly. His right forearm braces against the mat. His left arm hooks her bare thigh to draw the leg into the air.

A second slap comes down. "Two!"

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The count begins and Blaise begins the process of reaffirming the pin as he lies over the vulnerable girl. Tomoya isn't able to resist or counter at this stage. She's fought long and hard, but the blows have been too heavy and consistent one after the other. The frog splash simply sealed her fate at this point. She can feel Blaise's toned abs tense against her own stomach as he curls against her waist slightly. He also seizes her thigh to lift her leg into the air, another step of many to make sure she stays down for the count. It has the unintended, or perhaps intentional considering his nature, effect of giving the audience a pleasing gaze, to the point someone wolf-whistles from the crowd.

Tomoya feels her body heat up from how close they are, and the fact that Blaise is lying across her in full control. It's a position she's no stranger to, unfortunately. But her opponent is definitely in an unfamiliar one. No doubt feelings of elation were shooting through his mind right now. It had to be for one of them.

The referee's arm raises for the third and final time. The crowd is watching on tether-hooks. The commentators can't believe what they're seeing. And then, in a definitive single motion, the referee's arm swings down and slams against the mat. "Three!" Immediately, he signals to the ringside.

DING DING DING!

It's over with the bell's final chimes. Tonight's victor...was Blaise!

[CyanDimitrik]

It's very possible that Tomoya can feel Blaise's body tensing with every passing moment; as the anticipation of pinning her builds. She seems incapable of resisting him, and that is a completely new feeling. It's powerful. Invigorating. Euphoric. And it somehow highlights Tomoya's attractiveness. Go figure on that last one. If he had to wager a guess in this moment, wherein time seems to've frozen, he'd suspect it feels like he's "earned" her. There's a certain eroticism in the idea of having dominated her.

Wait, what? Why? They're not going out or anything!

The hand hits the mat a third time. It very nearly takes Blaise by surprise. He shoots his gaze to the hand, then the ref's face as if to verify what just happened. The referee is already flailing an arm to signal the bell. And finally, there it is.

His name is called, declared the winner by pinfall. His heart races. He looks back down to Tomoya's face, noting her continued helplessness. And despite that, he's positively beaming at her. He doesn't care that the one and only person he's managed to pin in his entire career is a smaller girl. She was tough. She took a serious beating. And he beat her!

The referee grabs the wrist of his arm propping him on the mat. He lifts to his knees beside the girl, arm raised in victory, and the teen positively basks in the cheer and whistles. His body glistens under the bright stadium lights and camera-flashes. Soon his other arm unlaces from her toned, slender leg to raise as well.

A few seconds pass as he bathes in their praise, head tipped back. But finally, he looks back down to the girl. Reaching for her shoulders, he attempts to pull her up to her boots with him, and attempts to draw her in for a good-natured hug, his arms around her waist.