Battered and Beaten - Blaise Cameron vs Ripley

[CyanDimitrik]

Two things happen quickly, almost at once. The first is the defiant look in her eye; how she looks affronted by the question, rather than humbled. The second is the moment she's rearing to huck something nasty at him. On pure instinct, he twists aside from the nasty projectile.

It's a good thing. That would've been her whole and entire ass if that landed. There'd have been no more leniency. No relenting. No latent attraction or entertaining of thoughts. In the most blunt term possible, nothing's a boner killer quite like that or low blows.

That said, she still made the attmpt. So the point was made. He cuts his gaze back to her, the fire in his eyes freezing over like rimefire. His hand snaps forward, seizing the back of her neck. And with a yank, he pulls her out of the corner again, marching her forcefully to the center of the ring before pushing her down onto her knees before him. He drops to a kneel behind her, pressing his left knee against her midback. And reaching forward with his left arm hooking beneath her right arm and over her throat to pull her backwards into an arch over his knee - a modified dragon sleeper.

He doesn't squeeze with the arm, though it would be easy. He just relies on the stretch, the strain in her back, forcing her face up to the lights and her body taut for the audience to see.

"If you won't submit, you can pass out," Blaise mutters to her. "Works for me. I'm finished takin' it easy on you."

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Ripley gave her answer and Blaise wasn't impressed. It seems he was done with her at this point. His eyes were pure anger. He grabbed her by the nape of the neck and pulled her out of the corner. Ripley stumbled as he dragged her. Her feet struggling to hold her up. He then forced her to her knees in front of him. Ripley was expecting something like a forced blowjob, but instead he knelt behind her.

He put a knee in the middle of her back, before wrapping his arm around the front of her throat. Then bending her over the knee. It was a modified dragon sleeper with an added back stretcher. Ripley groaned in pain. The choke wasn't too tight yet, but the stretch was already painful enough. He told her to submit again or pass out. Ripley just smiled up at him, a crazed grin. She wasn't going to submit to this pervert! He was going to have to knock her out if he wanted this to end.

[CyanDimitrik]

He'd had that feeling. This chick... something was cracked about her. A masochist, maybe. Perhaps even the first real masochist he'd ever run into. But the attempt to spit on him was enough to deny her any more patience. And given her proclivity towards biting, there was no chance he'd be putting anything sensitive around her mouth.

That ship has sailed. The only thing left is to tame her in the most brutish way possible. And so, Blaise leans back further, increasing the arch in Ripley's spine to exaggerate the angle. His arm flexes, slowly, steadily pressing the bicep against the front of her throat to reduce her air intake. And finally, with her body vulnerable and already wracked in pain, his free hand moves forward.

She'd fuss at him if she could. He already knows it. He doesn't care. She's his at this point, and now he wants her to know it. The hand sets to her waist, just over the ribs. Then slowly, deliberately rubbing the palm inwardly to feel along her taut belly, tracing any lines of abdominal tone all the way to her bellybutton, before starting upwards again. Bit by bit, more skin is covered until his hand finally cups over her left breast for a quick, tight squeeze.

Then the hand lowers again, centered on her gut, and his fingers press in firmly against her abdominal muscles in an added stomach claw. Thus, Ripley is trapped in the Sizzle Reel submission hold, with no chance to end the match with a tapout!

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Ripley was sticking in this dual back abdominal stretch with a dragon sleeper. She couldn't really protest or anything with the dragon sleeper. She tried to pry his arm, off, but she was too beaten down at this point to have the strength to break it. At least he wasn't doing anything perverted right now Ripley thought to herself. And he kept the choke light enough that she wasnt slipping into unconsciousness anytime soon.

It seemed he wasn't going to wait around forever though. Blaise increased the pressure and strain on her back, bending her more. As he did he tightened the choke on her wind pipe. Air flow was cut off for Ripley now and she could already feel herself slowly fading. The pain , just adding to her weakening. That wasn't all though. He took her free hand and caressed it down her body. He gave one of her volumptuous left tit a squeeze. I knew he was a fucking pervert Ripley thought, unable to fight back as she got weaker every second. After the little squeeze his hand traveled again to her stomach, were he applied a stomach claw. His fingers pressing into her already stretched abdominal. Ripley would have screamed in pain if she could. It was his signature move The Sizzle Reel. It seems he was hoping to make her submit and tapout. Well he would be disappointed in that respect, but he would soon get his victory still as Ripley slipped slowly into unconsciousness.

[CyanDimitrik]

A tapout, while a signal of submission, wouldn't have been enough. Nothing would've been enough. Blaise knew full well what this match required to end. And he knew full well that squeezing her breast probably sparked some outrage - or maybe some internal, guilty pleasure. Either way, it didn't matter. At this point, she got what she got. He was done trying to figure her out. He wanted her body limp and pliable.

Soon, that's just what he got.

Blaise lingers in the hold a second just to ensure Ripley wasn't putting forward any further struggle. Then the hold on her throat instantly eased. He wants her out, not seriously hurt or worse. And from there, he shoves her forward to let her sprawl against the mat. In short order, he rolls her over onto her back by the leg.

Ensuring her legs are spread apart, he grapevines his calves with hers, hooking the ankles to keep the limbs flat. This unavoidably brings his hips to press tight to her, the distinct firmness of his manhood pressed hard between her legs. His abdominals rest flush with her flat and beaten stomach, pectorals heavily covering her breasts. He takes her wrists into his hands and presses the backs of her hands to the mat above her head. And finally, he pushes his face against her cheek to force her head to turn aside, each heavy exhale beating against her skin.

No space between their forms; the position is as sensual as it is dominant. And this time, Blaise doesn't waste any time. Before the referee can begin counting, his hips press tighter against her, brushing that firmness between her legs with friction. Every count, accompanied by a firm and forceful stroke. She may not give him the verbal submission he wanted; but her body would submit to him.

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Ripley slips into unconsciousness within Blaise's hold. Blaise makes sure she is out, before releasing it and let her ragdoll to the mat. Her body flops down to canvas, twitching slightly. Ripley it seems is done and all Blaise has to do is pin her.

He rolls her to her back and spreads her legs. He entwines their legs, holding hers there. His hips, and member press against her own. His stomach and chest cover her own abs and breasts. He holds her arms above there, heads, holding them against the mat. He presses his face against her cheek, pushing her head to side and into the canvas. His whole body lays on top of her dominating her completely. Neo can only watch from the side, unable to help he whispers and chants to himself, "Come on Ripley! Get Up!!"

The ref comes over to begin the pin count. As the numbers start being called with each slap of the mat, Blaise delivers his own. He rubs his crotch and erect cock against Ripleys crotch. As the numbers get higher, a noticable wet spot forms on Ripley and some moans escaped her lips. Unfortunately unlike last time this pleasure seems unable to wake her out of her stupor. As she lays there unconscious her body seems to be submitting to Blaise.

[CyanDimitrik]

The numbers tick on and on.

"One! Two! Three! Four!..."

Blaise is in no way shy about working the girl's body now. There's a guilty aspect of it, savoring pinning her in this helpless state she's duly earned for herself, enjoying the sense of friction between them, sweat-slickened skin shifting over sweat-slickened skin, abdominal muscles grinding over Ripley's beaten and pulverized abs, his toned and firm pectorals mashing the girl's breasts with each press and rub.

"...Ten! Eleven! Twelve! Thirteen!..."

But he wants total submission from her. The kind that removes her ego from the equation, the kind that doesn't ask for her mind's permission. Hearing her start to moan is the right direction. But he wants her body burning under the attention, he wants her twitching, spasming with release the longer this pin goes.

"...Twenty-one! Twenty-two! Twenty-three!..."

He wants her to wake up with the realization that her body gave itself to him and the sensation of him pinning her. And as the numbers climb, the motions become harder. Stiffer. His legs flex with each driving push, stroking himself tight between her legs, outpacing the count now in a race to get her to involuntarily cry out. His own heavy, labored breaths beat against her slender neck and jaw, his heart hammers against her breast.

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Ripley was passed out underneath Blaise and completely at his will. A fact Ripley would have made a quip about if she was awake. Something about how is this how Blaise likes all his women. Unfortunately she could not say that at the moment. Instead the ref pounded the mat getting closer and closer to 30 as Blaise laid on top of Ripley, grinding his cock against her womanhood. A wet spot grew between her legs, as her body trembled and mouth moaned. Still Ripley was out of it.

Neo begged for her to get up from the sidelines. Blaise hoped she would awake and feel herself be dominated, the med staff hoped she wouldn't be out too long. All would be disappointed.

THIRTY!!!!

The ref reached the count of thirty and stood up to declare Blaise the winner. Neo slapped the mat in frustration and sadness at Ripley losing again. Ripley still laid underneath Blaise, horny and passed out.

[CyanDimitrik]

The thirty-count. Good lord, how gratuitous. And though Ripley remained unconscious, the tremors running through her body and the moans were enough tell for him. He ceases the grind when the bell sounds, and he lifts first to his knees, glowering down at her.

"Your winner by pinfall! Blaise! The Phoenix! Cameron!"

The referee lifts his arm, and Blaise soon after raises to his feet. One foot sets over her chest as he stands poised over her, just to grind the moment in a little longer. The myriad camera flashes will immortalize that moment - give her a little something to look back on. But he doesn't linger in it long. This match was a deeply bizarre experience, turning adversarial in a uniquely unpleasant way right off the rip. He doesn't pride himself on being a peacemaker, but that tends to be inherent in him. Tonight? Tonight was different.

He shoots Neo a disgusted look as he weaves between the ropes, drops down to the floor, and makes his way back up the ramp. This time, he doesn't pay the audience any mind. This time, he's just staring flatly forward.

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

After Blaise is declared the winner and walks off, Neo rushes into the ring to check on Ripley. "Wake up Rips!!! Are you okay?!!" He is worried for a second before she slowly opens her eyes and smiles at the sight of his face. He smiles back. He then lifts her up in his arms. She hugs him around the neck as he carries her to the back and straight to the medical room to be checked out.

Winner by pinfall: Blaise "The Phoenix" Cameron