Fanning Flames! Blaise Cameron vs Blade Uehara

[CyanDimitrik]

Match Type: Standard
Rules: Winner decided by Pinfall, Submission, or KO

BLAISE CAMERON VS BLADE UEHARA

Following a surprise visit backstage...

It's already been a surreal night. And it was only going to get more outlandish, more real, as the night went on. Blaise couldn't keep himself from bobbing on his boots eagerly in the gorilla position, foregoing the usual fanfare of jacket and shades in favor of coming in pure and simple. Eager. Itching to meet one of his favorites in the ring for an up close and personal wrestling match. This was billed as a standard contest, but it felt like anything but; especially thanks to meeting her before the bell. No matter who winds up on top tonight, it's already one of his most memorable moments in the ring.

But make no mistake. He intends to be the one dominating her. The momentum conquering a renowned Wrestle Angel could do for his career, he can't overlook. Nevermind the personal milestone, the litmus test on his own training and work. He intends to give her the best he's got, and he expects the same from her. It's gonna hurt. But they're wrestlers. They should expect that by now.

The music hits the arena. The blaring, grungy electric WAH-WAH first notes would immediately let every American viewer know exactly what's coming up.

It's My Life - Bon Jovi

"The following contest is scheduled for one fall!," begins the announcer.

The sizzle reel opens with a profile follow shot on Blaise's motorcycle, but beneath the massive screen, the man himself emerges. Bathed in dual spotlights and awash in cheer, he pauses to scan the crowd slowly - one side to the other. The crowd is used to seeing his confidently smiling face at the ramp, but tonight, he wouldn't be able to hide it even if he tried. His hands raise slowly, reaching high above him - before slashing downwards, signaling a pair of bright pyros to burst at either side.

Blaise with Full Attire!

He starts down the ramp at a trot, drifting side to side between the aisles to slap highfives, issue fistbumps, and get encouraging pats from the crowd.

"Our first contender, making his way to the ring! Standing at a height of five foot, ten inches! And weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds! The Phoenix! BLAISE! CAMERON!"

Upon reaching the edge of the ring, he grabs the middle rope and smoothly swings himself up and onto the apron. Swapping his grip to the top rope, he leans back to stretch the cable taut before vaulting himself smoothly up and over in a guided flip. Grip released at the last second, his boots hit the mat, smoothly landing in a roll only to pop back to his full height with a fist thrust into the air.

The crowd rewards the bombastic presentation with more cheer and praise, and he returns the love with a couple quick pounds of his fist to his chest. But he's just too eager to get things going to draw it out any more. He moves to the corner of the ring and begins bobbing between his boots, eyes glued to the entrance ramp awaiting his opponent.

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Although Blade possessed some justified apprehensions when she spotted the clauses within the subsections of her LAW contract officially declaring her eligible for intergender matches, she operated underneath the assumption that a few bad apples does not, in fact, spoil the bunch. Wrestling federations these days have some pretty lax standards when it comes to hiring dude bros more interested in satiating perverse desires as opposed to actually winning the freaking match. But Blade spent enough time as a wandering wrestler hired by multiple federations to see for herself that there were genuine competitors in the male roster seeking to hone their craft, whether it be against dudes or dudettes. So, Blade figured that at some point in her newfound LAW career that she'd eventually come across one such earnest opponent after clearing the clocks of those aforementioned bad apples...she just didn't expect one to come knocking on her locker-room door straight out of the gate. Once Blade had settled Blaise down from his Wrestle Angel fandom fawning her with praise and adulation, not that she minded all that of course... she'd be damned if she didn't start warming up to the affable dork. Shame that she'd need to take her biggest fan to wrestling school tonight, but that's just the nature of the business, she reckoned~...

All Around The Stars

"...And His Opponent, Standing at a height of five foot, seven inches! And weighing in at one hundred and twenty two pounds!, The Aerial Artist...The Okinawan Eagle...Blade...Uehaaaaara!!!!!"

Blade Uehara

Making her entrance to a raucous chorus of adulating fanfare, Blade came exploding out from behind the curtain to her rocking theme music and an appreciative pop from the masses around the arena. The Aerial Artist offering a diamond symbol with her hands to signal crisscrossed pyro to light up the sky right above her before beginning to jaunt down the ramp, showcasing her beaming enthusiasm and rambunctious energy as she marched down the ramp with smacked high-fives for several fans extending their hands outward. Shooting her index finger skyward to signal she appreciated all of her fans, included those seated up in the rafters. Afterward scampering up the steel steps and clamping onto the top rope, using it as a fulcrum to yank herself to a crouched perch before vaulting herself into the air. A barreled mid-air 360 rotation culminating with a superhero landing in the middle of the ring. Blade arising to cheered acclaim and her entrance music fading into the background, standing upright as she awaited Blaise to come centerstage as well. "Alright, we had some fun backstage, but I hope yer ready Blaise. S'not every day you get to have your celebrity crush wipe the floor with you. Typically I charge top dollar for wrestling lessons like these~..." Blade smirked brashly with an emphatic cracking of her knuckles.

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Of course Blaise is stoked. Hes not even interested in hiding it. A girl he fawned over on-screen is now going to be his opponent in real life. The girl he'd watched in action, every movement emphasized, her figure and tone so often highlighted in a sheen of sweat, sometimes standing tall over a beaten opponent, sometimes lying flat after a defeat, but always looking stellar and radiating a certain appeal - now standing before him, across the ring, about to make a wish come true.

And yet. And yet. She had to set him up like this. She had to say that. He can't help himself. He has to tease her. They'd gotten close enough backstage that he's pretty sure he can get away with it.

Hands gripping the corner ropes behind him, leaning forward to stretch out the smoothly rippled musculature of his arms and upper-body, he fires back, "That was an option!? Damn, if I knew that, we could'a met way sooner!"

Whether she awards his banter with a scandalized look or not, he chases the sentiment with a wry, playful smile. He's kidding. He's messing with her. He hopes she gets that.

"Guess I'll have to settle with crushing a crush right here in front'a your countrymen!," he concludes.

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Breaking the ice between herself and an opponent with some competitive banter was just one of those habits thoroughly ingrained into Blade's psyche at this point in her career, although in retrospect she figured that any ice between her and Blaise had probably been effectively thawed out by now considering all of the flirtatious foreplay that went down in her private locker-room beforehand. However, now Blade was honestly beginning to sorely regret breaking up their little backstage fun now that Blaise was officially in his wrestling skivvies and showcased one helluva jacked bod. Sculpted from granite with those movie star good looks to boot. To think that she could have been snuggling up to that if she didn't have to go and open her big mouth to remind Blaise not to miss his cue.

*...Mgh...Just doesn't pay to be a professional these days...* Blade internally lamented with a sigh, but was nevertheless amused by her adversary being able to joust right back at her with some playful digs in their verbal duel. "OH, yeah?~...Well now we're talking, Mr. Number One Fan. But I mean hey, worst case scenario they'll probably make a poster you can hang in your room of me straddling ya for the win while posing for the cameras. And if you ask nicely I'll even autograph it with X's and O's. Blade's punkish sneer never fading as she started circling the ring in tandem with Blaise, leading a rallied clap that the audience joined in with until eventually the time came for an attempted collar and elbow tie-up, but with Blade transitioning into a tightened arm wringer afterward.

[CyanDimitrik]

It seems both Blade Uehara and Blaise alike weren't interested in delaying proceedings. Blade stepped forward, and Blaise moved quickly to meet her and begin circling. The poor referee-girl panics. "I didn't say ready yet! I- aah!" She flails her arm to signal the bell to commence.

*DING*

And just like that, the two collide at center ring; first contact. The novelty isn't lost on Blaise. He'd put hands on her before backstage in what was possibly one of the most surreal moments of his life, but here, now, it's contextualized into a wrestling match. A passion they share, competition, viewing each other as opponents. Tonight, one would be pinning the other or making them submit. It's savage, and God, does he ever love it.

She ekes out the first advantage, winding his arm over. He paces in a halting circle with her, free arm swinging over a few times to test her awareness. But ultimately, it comes down to a demonstration of grappling finesse. With his right arm twisted over, he pitches himself forward to catch his left hand against the mat, somersaulting to unwind the hold. And refocusing the efforts back onto Blade, he attempts to seize upon her offending limb and twist it tight against her back in a sudden hammerlock!

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Unfortunately for the unsuspecting official, whatever typical repartee or pleasantries that takes place between wrestling competitors before matches had all been jabbered and blathered out hours ago backstage. So, there wasn't anything left they'd want to overhear except the ring bell at this point. Blade preferred to let her wrestling do the talking anyway since she's never considered herself much of a wordsmith and actions speak louder than words The Aerial Artist's first actions actually saying plenty in her book as she fearlessly accepted the lockup which was always meant to be transitioned into an arm wringer from the beginning. Blade taking a widened stance and thoughtful approach to overextend the stiffened arm, watching Blaise bust out some impressive gymnastics to unravel the hold and pin Blade's wrist between her shoulder blades in the uncomfortable process. A pinching strain on her shoulder and arm as she balanced herself on tip toes. "Ngh...Heh, don't worry. I promise I'm not gonna ask what color my eyes are this time..." Blade uttered with a mischievous smirk over her shoulder, the reference to their backstage shenanigans accompanied by the W.A. veteran hooking one of her legs behind Blaise's. Scissoring his legs between both of hers as she pivots into a collapsing drop toe hold to floor the blazing rookie, with Blade tacking on a grounded side-headlock immediately afterward.

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"Pfsh, you know I'd get the answer right anyway," Blaise murmurs back to her.

Somehow, the flirting feels more exciting when entangled in a very physical competition for dominance. More raw. More charged. And it brings him to cinch up the hammerlock a little tighter behind her back, each breath beating against the nape of her neck.

Soon, however, Blade pulls herself forward and robs him of his balance. Blaise pitches forth, abandoning the hammerlock instantly in favor of breaking his fall on his forearms. But Blade instantly snatches his head in a grounded side headlock, and he quickly wraps his arms around her narrow waist.

"Nngh..! You think quick on your feet..!," he says, cheek mashed up against the side of her chest. Naturally, he isn't complaining. It's surreal to him, sure, but his mind is caught between reflecting on the fact that he's on the mat, tangled up with a long-time crush, and the fact that he's trying to win against her.

[killcarrion]

"Heh, you should see me when I'm off my feet~..." Blade teased with a rebellious smirk in reference to what she was capable of once airborne, but for now opting to keep matters grounded with a clever usage of seasoned grappler tactics to counter the hammerlock and ensnare the head of her Number One Fan into a snuggled vice. Secured between her flexing bicep and a faint softness that reassured Blade's confidence in an extended application of the headlock considering guys tended to enjoy the view, if you knew what she meant. She was just as enthralled as Blaise with the primal physicality which was their chosen profession but noticing that his strengthened arms tied around her waist basically meant that the competitive pairing was inexorably tied together. Blade opting to test that theory as the she began shuffling the blazing rookie onto a vertical standing. A nimble leap bringing Blade's feet perched onto the top ropes, before swiveling them both around and endeavoring to cream those boyish features of Blaise into the canvas with an attempted Springboard Bulldog.