Fish Out of Water! - Anzu Mazaki & Blaise Cameron

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise follows along, and turns to take in their newer surroundings. Nicely out of the way, private, unpopulated - good deal. No one's going to freak out and think they're having an escalated domestic dispute or something. He's heard Japan's police is hardcore. He'd rather avoid being on the receiving end of hardcore police action.

"Don't think of'em as losses," he suggests as he returns his attention to the stretching girl. "Think of'em as experiences. Everyone's gotta work up from somewhere, and it's the people who claw their way up from the bottom that last longer at the top."

The peppy, confident smile masks his own abysmal record in the ring. But that's his conviction.

His stance widens, hands raised and fingers splayed as he begins circling her. "Ding," he notes, signalling the start of their 'match'. He suddenly lunges in, attempting to lock up with her; hands going for her shoulder and collar, vying to quickly overpower her.

[321Shazam]

Anzu would smile as she heard words of encouragement from Blaise. His optimism made her feel better about herself, even though her win/loss record did the exact opposite. Anzu would hear Blaise "ding" to start the fun spar and they'd lock up. Anzu would try to push back but Blaise would overpower her as she was forced back quickly she had to think quick on how to change the situation. Anzu would try to put Blaise in a Side Headlock if she could to try and stop Blaise pressure on her if she could.

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise feels their struggle going in his favor, preparing to capitalize on the advantage. But before he can get to that, Anzu snaps on a side headlock, forcing his cheek to press tight against the side of her chest. He was trying not to focus on her scantly-clad body - it'd be an uphill battle with them wrestling, he knew - but it's rather unavoidable now.

"Mnf!"

One arm hooks her waist, while the other fist goes to work attempting to slam into her belly! Or at least, that's how it might appear on the outside. The force is pulled back considerably, resulting only in light bumps against her trim stomach. He's pretty sure she wanted to keep things light, after all! So maybe she'll play along. Maybe she won't. Either way, after a couple of the 'hits', the arm joins the first in an effort to hoist the girl's body into the air and fall back, landing her back against the soft, forgiving beach ground.

[321Shazam]

Anzu had the Side Headlock in on Blaise but the pressure would weaken with each punch he threw at her stomach. Anzu could tell he was holding back because this was for fun, and a learning experience. Then Anzu would be hoisted in the air before landing on the soft sand with a Back Suplex. Anzu would roll up back to her feet and shake off the sand that was in her hair before she'd get closer to Blaise and give him a playful spank on the butt. "That was impressive but let's see what you got."

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise pops back up to his feet after the drop and turns to see that she's wasting no time in getting back up, herself. having to fluff the sand out of her hair gets a little snicker from him. "Next time, beach blankets," he states. "Mental note made."

The swat on the rear gets a surprised yelp! "My purity!," he jokes, feigning all the pearl-clutching indignation of the '40s. But he doesn't linger on it. Rather, he attempts to maneuver in behind her and hook his arms tight around her midsection. He could probably snap her into a German suplex, but he doesn't - at least not immediately. They're not exactly being rough with each other, so what's the rush? For now, he'll simply grapple the girl around the stomach, his chest pressed tight against the back of her shoulders, hips against her rear.

[321Shazam]

Anzu would giggle at Blaise's joke before he'd get behind her and wrap his arms around her. This wasn't like Jack and Rose from Titanic, but his chest pressed against her back felt nice despite the squeezing of her midsection. Anzu would try to grab a hold of his fingers to try pry his hands off of her. Anzu however would do this in vain becaude she wasn't as strong as Blaise so she'd try a friendly butt bump to Blaise's stomach to make things easier for her.

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise's fingers refuse to cooperate, and his arms dig in a little tighter to her stomach. Just before he begins bridging with her, she pushes her rear back into his midsection. "Mnf." In retaliation, he tries to push his hips tighter to her rear to straighten her body out, hoping to hoist the girl a little off her feet and dangle her in a gutwrench bearhug. Of course, the grinding that would involve against her isn't lost on him, but he's trying not to think about it too much.

[321Shazam]

Anzu's move didn't stop Blaise from what he was about to do, and soon enough Anzu would be hoisted up into the air for a Reverse Bearhug. While it did hurt quite a bit, Anzu would try to escape by flailing her legs about. From an outsider's perspective, it looked like Blaise was a security guard pulling Anzu away from a fight in a drama show like Jerry Springer. Anzu would try kick her legs up before attempting to flip over to try and Blaise onto the floor for an awkward attempt at a roll up pin.

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise is having a good enough time gripping her by the stomach, squeezing her, testing the firmness of her abdominals. Her kicking and flailing isn't accomplishing much, despite his grip not being quite as tight as it could be. But then she goes and does something he didn't even kind of expect! She flips, twists, and he finds himself inverted in a blur of motion, landing on his back and shoulders.

"Wha-..."

[321Shazam]

Anzu's move somewhat worked but both her and Blaise's shoulders were on the floor. Anzu would still begin to count, because there was obviously no referee. Sure this was just for fun, but Anzu needed to improve on her wrestling skills. Granted her specialty was roll ups, no matter how awkward they were. Even though not a single roll up has gotten her a 3 count yet in her wrestling career, Anzu would still optimistically count. "1!..."