[Standard Match] Elena Walker Vs. Blaise Cameron - Good Vibes All the Way....Or is It?

[Hitman45]

Elena could feel the pain from her gut radiating outwards as the seconds passed, made all the more uncomfortable by the presence of Blaise on top of her, draped across and pushing his weight down onto her. The Splash was aimed squarely at her belly and the flat expanse gave in in with ease, allowing Blaise to sink into her her. Air whoosed out of her lungs with urgency and within seconds, Elena was gasping for breath.

Blaise certainly looked proficient in the aerial aspect of wrestling and it showed here, as the man now went for the pin by hooking her legs up, signalling the referee to begin the count!

"ONE!! TWO!!..."

Elena couldn't move much as the referee breezed past the first count, save for her body squirming weakly. Air was severely lacking in her lungs and they were fighting tooth and nail to gooble up anything available around her vicinity. Onyl when the referee hit the two count did Elena's struggles got more vigorous. And the Blaise's smug expression as he kept her pinned only fuelled her to kick out with intent.

"T—" Just the as the referee woman had enunciated the sound of the first letter of the number three, Elena thrust her hips up with a loud grunt, to buck Blaise off of her and roll to her side, clutching her stomach. "Looks like I got to stop playing around as well, yeah?" the blonde would crane her head to look at the man, speaking breathlessly, but with a smirk curved up her lips...

[CyanDimitrik]

You can glean a lot while pinning someone, particularly about their body. The way they move, their muscletone, their weight, even how much energy they have left, or how much damage you've done to them. Being in the pinning position isn't exactly foreign to Blaise, but it's one he gets a thrill out of regardless. And wrapping Elena's leg against his side while pressing his tightly-packed abdominals across her stomach is telling him quite a bit. Feeling her body squirm, struggling to catch her breath, the way her stomach sank under him...

The two-count comes along, and Blaise nods sharply with the strike of the referee's hand against the mat. He felt how hard he'd landed across her; it's possible this is it. Possible that he found her weakpoint and drilled it. As the hand comes down for the third and final count, he feels her abdominal muscles tense beneath him, and her hips buck up, brushing against his hand and kicking her leg free. He's jostled aside, ending on his knees and looking down at her as she twists away onto her side.

Breathing hastened, a little more labored, Blaise leans forward to grab a fistful of her pretty blonde hair near the top of her head, similar to how she's pulled him along insofar. The other hand grabs for her bicep, both pulling to begin hauling her up to her full height, her back turned to him. "Wouldn't have you any other way!," he says back, voice raised just enough for her to hear him over the crowd. That's been the going theme between them, after all - aside from flirty, sexually charged moments consistently throughout.

[Hitman45]

It's always a good feeling in wrestling, seeing the opponent so close to victory that they could probably taste it, only to have the rug pulled from underneath them at the last second, meaning they had to put in the work again, and again, and again depending on how many times said outcome was the result. Elena was no stranger to this, having been on the receiving end of this bitter experience time and again throughout her career. What mattered was how the wrestler bounced back from such a setback and keep their momentum going.

This time, it was Blaise's turn to feel it, having seen his chances of a quick victory blown out of the water when Elena kicked out, soft yet firm belly pushing up against ripped, chiseled abs as she bucked her hips upwards. The blonde's breath came out in ragged gasps, her hand clutching onto her midriff which was still feeling the compression dealt by the aerially sublime maneuver of her opponent.

"Gah!..C-Come onn man..Not the haiir!" Elena whined, feeling herself being pulled upto her feet by the hair and bicep, her legs quivering for a moment from having to balance the body all of a sudden.

Hearing Blaise almost daring her to let loose, a sinister smile crept up her face while she was turned away from him, prompting her to slowly turn to face him."Huh...Suit yourself..." Elena's tone carried a sort of nonchalance, the words rolling out of her tongue in a very casual fashion, which was about to be followed by not-so-casual practical demostration.

A Kick to the side of his knee was going to follow, her training in Kickboxing coming to the fore to boost the impact and the placement of the hit, which was aimed at destabilizing him, and open the man up for a meaty European Uppercut!

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