Blazin' Bright (Blaise Cameron Vs Estelle Bright)

[Cosmos]

Estelle is still reeling from the sudden reverse of fortune. Everything seemed so set in stone for her. Land her finisher. Pin Blaise. And win the match. But everything has been thrown off trajectory in a matter of seconds. Can she reclaim momentum? Well, first her abs have to stop seizing up for that. And she has to account for the fact that Blaise is now sitting up, reflecting on her. The girl feels his fingers reach for her jaw, guiding her head up with him onto unsteady feet. Before the brunette can ever muster up the energy to try and squirm free, Blaise is yanking her skull under his leg arm with an iron-clad grip. The side of her face pressed up against those drenched ribs of his, causing her cheeks to flush.

The boy lifts his right arm, sending the audience into a crescendo of cheers. Estelle's hands are on his arm, trying to pry herself from his clutches. And in a flash, Estelle is suddenly somersaulting forward through the air! Her vision swings inverted...and then! "Wha-UGH!!" Her spine collides with the canvas, with a landing that is anything but soft. Her body instantly clenches, leaving her briefly paralysed on the floor of the ring. Whereas before she'd have been able to arc her back and bear through the pain...this time, Estelle was too close to the breaking point. She's exhausted. She's taken a real beating tonight. And if things don't change soon, this match could just slip away from the girl...

[CyanDimitrik]

The ring shudders hard under the impact of Estelle's body colliding against it. The referee girl is hovering nearby, ready to pounce down for the pinfall!

But Blaise doesn't go for it. Not immediately. Estelle's head is released and he sits up again, turning over onto all fours. He looks down at her, studying her stunned figure on the mat. She really is pretty cute, laying out peacefully, so... on display and inviting. If he weren't increasingly determined to seal the deal here and now, he might've thrown himself down over her for the cover now. But instead, her position relative to him leaves considering a different option - to finish her off for good tonight.

Leaning over her, Blaise scoops his arms around her waist, sliding along her sweat-slickened skin before manually arching her body upwards. Her stomach is first braced against his shoulder as he gathers her up, then lifts to his full height with her. He slides her body down along his, repositioning her toned belly against his firm pectorals, her breasts mashed into his sleek abdominals. Her face is held in position all but directly against his hips, while higher up, his every exhale whisks warm breath against her inner-thighs.

Supporting the girl in the unmistakable tombstone piledriver position, Blaise slowly turns with her, displaying her captive body to the crowd. His heart pounds hard against her stomach, rapid, anxious, eager... maybe a few extra things, given the warmth of their contact, the skin against skin, feeling her body so fully pressed into him, knowing her face is just right there.

[Cosmos]

One could be forgiven for thinking the match might end with that move. Estelle's eyes were fixated on the skylights above, flickering as if she were in a trance. The loom of a nearby shadow tells her that Blaise is surveying her. Going for a pin, perhaps? His body draws over hers, eclipsing her form - and the girl suspected that was his intention. But instead, the boy's arms slip under her body to constrict her waist. His torso, glistening with sweat, rubs along her own. And then, her body starts to leave the canvas. Blaise is pulling her up in his arms, firstly with her gut tensing against his shoulder, before he adjusts in line with his full height.

"Nngh..." Caught in his grip, Estelle feels her body grind downwards against his own. Her abs resting against those toned pecs of his. Her chest pressed, mushrooming against his own glistening abdominal region. The girl's face is brought down to his hips, where she's unable to look at anything else but then. A gulp manages to shudder through her throat despite being upside down. And when she feels Blaise's breath tickling her inner thighs...well, her face is as pink as a flamingo right now. And he doesn't execute the move instantly. Instead, he shows his captive prey off to the audience. Turning to face each of the four sides of the ring, letting the crowd and Estelle know what's about to happen. A display of power? Letting the moment sink in?

Estelle can feel her brother's eyes on her, even if she can't see him. If she had to guess, he probably looks resigned to what's about to happen. But with a glint of concern for her in those hazel irises of his. Her heart races at the thought - well, that and the fact that she's pressed up right against an attractive male. In such a compromising position. Such a moment is inevitable in intergender wrestling, after all.

"Y...You're a g-good...w-wrestler...for a...p-phoenix..." She offers up. It isn't easy articulating from this position. But she's a graceful loser. She knows when she's beat, and when to concede. Her father taught her respect, after all. And Blaise had certainly earned it.

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise's rotation comes to an end, facing the same direction he'd started with. And much to his relief, he can feel her body stirring against him with a shudder. And even though he can't see her face, he's pretty sure he understands why. Heck, he can sympathize. In nearly any context, this position is... enticing... when it comes to a girl like Estelle. And he had to work to get it.

Hearing her words, a small smile touches his lips. The audience can't see it, the lower half of his face obscured by her hips. But he alternates arms, reaching down to guide her arms to wrap around his waist and lead her to cling to him in return. It'll help brace her - make things hurt less, less of a risk of causing injury if she's dangling limply. He can control his fall better like this. Granted, unless she tilts her head back, it'll naturally press her face against his hips.

The arms clench tight around her waist, and he takes a few heavy breaths, steadying them. And finally, he pops onto the toes of his boots, and drops sharply to his knees, impacting the top of her head against the center of the mat - the softest part of the ring, deliberately. Immediately after impact, he drops forward with her.

Now lying flush overtop her toned body, Blaise's arms leave her waist in favor of hooking her left thigh into his left arm. He knows what he said earlier about her skirt, but frankly... they're passed that. He needs to pin her. She chose to wore a skirt without proper spanks under it. He needs to make sure she stays down. Not that the position before was doing anything to preserve her modesty either...

While hugging her left thigh against his shoulder, his right elbow braces against the mat. His forearm crosses the right leg, his hand resting against her inner-thigh. His firm pectorals press tight against her belly, slick skin to skin, his abdominals crushing her breasts, the full contact between their torsos letting him easily feel every breath she draws. His hips rest flush against her face, hiding nothing from the conquered girl - no facet of form or excitement hidden to her in the pin.

[Cosmos]

Estelle continues to linger in that inverted position as Blaise completes his rotation. True, this doesn't do much for her modesty at all. She'll need to have words with him later. Tough ones. Ones that might make him want to run away. But that was too bad! She'd warned him to preserve her dignity, and this was the complete opposite! She feels the male bring her arms to secure themselves around his waist, as she holds on tight. There's not much she can do to prevent what's coming. And with Blaise's hips right at her face...it's even more difficult to think right now.

Then, she feels Blaise bop. The canvas races upwards to meet her head. And BAM. Her head is drilled into the mat. It might be the center, but it still rattles her mind. Her body tilts back - and Blaise falls forward with her. The result is the youth's toned body resting upon hers. He takes her left thigh in hand and draws her leg up to his shoulder. Yup. Definitely having words with him after this.

And although she can't see it...Joshua is frowning beyond the ropes at ringside. One might assume frustration at his adopted sister, but...there was something almost disapproving. Of Blaise? It was hard to say.

Those firm pecs of his rest against her stomach, their glistening skin pressing together. His abdominal region presses down into her chest. He can feel every breath she's taking in, and the reverse is also true. Estelle's heart is pounding as Blaise's hips rest against her face, which is a deep red. Of course, no one would be able to see that right now. The referee instantly comes to the side of the pair, raising their hand.

"1!"

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise is thoroughly unconcerned with the ringside sibling, focused purely on living in the moment. And what a sensory overload it is, too. The girl he struggled with, wrestled with, is lying fully and securely beneath him. Every curve of her body and every contour of his pressed together, leaving nothing to the imagination in either direction. He could feel the limpness in her limbs as he held her leg hooked - a part of him knows she's done. There's no kicking out of this one. She's his for however long he wants to keep her pinned down.

What a dangerous thought. The pretty tomboy, all his. He's suddenly acutely aware of every part of her. The feel of her muscled thighs, one in his hand, the other pinned under his forearm. The warmth of her inner thigh held against his cheek, of her stomach under his chest. The tight, firm tone of those abdominals, too. His heart pounds heavily, rapidly against her skin. The soft curvature of her breasts melding against his own sleek midsection, feeling her body shift and lower with every labored breath. His own heated exhales beating down against her hips. And finally, every detail of her pretty face pressed against his hips, her nose, her mouth - he'd withdraw if they weren't already in that position. In for a penny, in for a pound. He shifts just slightly, causing him to brush a little over her body, along her face.

The referee slaps the mat again. "TWO!"

[Cosmos]

It was probably for the best that Blaise didn't make eye contact with her adopted brother, or give any acknowledgement of him. It was also a relief that he was unable to read Estelle's hazy mind right now. Pinned down, sweaty and bruised, under a guy she's been locking limbs with for the last while. The beat of their respective hearts thumping against one another as their bodies lie in tandem. But Blaise is on top, and Estelle is the one getting pinned. There's only one way this can truly end at this point.

The shift of Blaise's body against her face is subtle, yet noticeable. Especially when she's this close. His abs ripple against her breasts, his breath tickling her thigh which is suddenly held skyward. Damn him. Doesn't he realise what he's capable of? How many girl has he done this to? She bets he breaks a lot of hearts. Without even realising that he does.

The referee slaps the canvas for a third, final time. "THREE!" They gesture for the bell, which rings out decisively clear, much like the sight currently in the ring. Estelle gave her best, and she can't truthfully be mad at this loss. She's sure Joshua is going to scold her later on...if not immediately once they leave. But Blaise has earned this win, and he has every right to bask in it. If he's the type to do that, anyway.

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise holds fast over Estelle's body, feeling the slight shifting she makes in every organic motion - from her heart beating, to the gentle swell of her frame with each breath. He's confident he hasn't seriously hurt her. He didn't go easy on her, but he wasn't out to do damage. And feeling her still stirring beneath him, especially in those slight ways, allows him to sink further into the pin and enjoy it. Well, shall we say, in a somewhat less than academic way.

The hand strikes the mat that third time, and it's over entirely too fast. He'd just gotten accustomed to the warmth of her skin. But for a desire to not humiliate the girl, he eases her leg down and brushes the skirt over her hips again. He sluggishly rolls over to the side, uncovering her chest, stomach, and face to stare up at the skylights. His music is blaring, the audience roaring, and he couldn't be more pleased. Not just from the pin itself, but from making a good showing for the crowd. Living up to the hype. Properly reborn as the Phoenix, out of the ashes of the loser he used to be.

Hands lift to push the bangs back from his sweaty face before he turns over onto all fours, and ultimately lifts to his feet. The referee takes his wrist, and both arms shoot upwards in victory, earning a pop from the crowd.

Winner by Pinfall: Blaise Cameron