Blaise Cameron vs. Queen Geedorah - Party Up!

[BlackAkuma]

Aaliyah titled her head as Yo-You actually managed to get a two-count, and for a second, she actually thought her cousin might have not only picked up the craziest upset win of the year, but also became the first person in history to ever win a match with a simple Lou Thesz Press. She wasn’t looking forward to the endless gloating that would no doubt ensue, and was already bracing herself for the ridiculous celebration. Yo-Yo still managed to have a big ego when she lost all the time, if she actually won…

Thankfully, that turned out not to be the case. Whether Blaise had been generally thrown for a loop or if he was just biding his time for maximum recover, she couldn't say, but it hardly matter. He was up, he was good to go, the match was still on, much to Yo-Yo’s chagrin.

”Ugh, come oooooooooooooooon.” She let out a long, haggard growl and began to rise, matching his stare as she rose. If his words were meant to intimidate, they weren’t working - in fact, they had much the opposite. ”That a fact, huh?”

Yo-Yo came over, brought her foot, and proceed to lash out with a barrage of wild kicks, not aimed at anything in particular, just trying to deal as much damage to him as she could in a hurry to keep him from rising.

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise wasn't in the dominant position here. And though he wasn't exactly winded from her small figure banking into him, certainly not at this point, he wouldn't be able to beat her to a standing position. He manages to get to a kneeling position, at least, before the thumping kicks begin to batter him. Shots slam into his shoulder, his bicep, his chest. He manages to keep enough of an arm up to prevent any full-powered kicks from landing against his head, but but the rest of him just has to take the buffering.

Until about the fourth kick. His arm lashes out to catch it against his ribs, seizing it securely in place and clamping his elbow against her calf. Finally, he lifts to his full height, taking the leg with him - higher and higher it raises, until she's beneath an annoyed blue-eyed stare.

His free hand darts in like a bolt of lightning, and- FLICK!

The back of a finger solidly thumps her dead center in the forehead in blatant admonishment for bad behavior.

That insult lingers in the air for just one second before the arm joins the other in gripping her leg, and his body torques into a dropping spin, bringing the girl's knee to impact the canvas in a sharp dragon screw!

[BlackAkuma]

”Fuckyoufuckyoufuck-”

It wasn’t pretty, it wasn’t stylish, but Yo-Yo was more than happy just to kick Blaise into oblivion if it got her the win. A win was a win in her book, and she was willing to take it anyway she could get it. It wouldn’t matter how strong this guy was, a stomp to the dome would put him down for the three count, and she was well on her way to that, working up his body with each kick, until…

Ah. Crap.

Yo-Yo bounced about on leg, hopping while she held her hands up, desperately trying to stay balanced and protect herself at the same time. She knew this guy was bigger than her - most guys were - but she only really appreciated how much bigger now that he was up in her face with her leg trapped, keeping her in a precarious position. Something was coming her way, something big, and she winced as his hand came her way to nail him with a dangerous, devastating…flick?

He flicked her.

He flicked her on the nose.

She blinked. Frowned. ”Really?”

And those two syllables were all she could get out before she was sent spinning through the air, launched off the mat with a wild dragon screw. She landed on her back, tumbled once, then rapidly crawled towards the nearest corner in a mad, dizzied scrambled, wildly trying to get to her feet before Blaise closed in again. ”Waitwaitwaitwait!”

[CyanDimitrik]

Following the impact - the real impact, not the finger flick of admonishment - Blaise lifts onto his knees and runs a palm against his eyes in an effort to soothe out the last remnants of her dirty attack. While he can't say he's lingeringly mad at her, it's still annoying. She earned her beating tonight, and he is so fine with making this match a decisive one on his comeback tour.

But mad? Mad-mad? Nah. Even with the new training and all, he's still Blaise at the end of the day. It's just not in him to stay mad at people. Besides, she's cool. Even if she's a jerk to him. It's a problem.

"Nah, nuh-uh," Blaise says as he picks himself up fully. "No time outs!"

Blaise closes in on the girl. If she's not on her feet by then, he helpfully reaches for her arms to yank her up - only to promptly thrust a knee towards her gut to tenderize her stomach. Twice. Three times! Before looking to drape her arms over the top ropes at either side.

[BlackAkuma]

Okay, okay, okay. This was bad, but Yo-Yo couldn't panic, she had this under control. She already knew what she was going to do. As soon as she was up to her feet, she would slip through the ropes and take a chill outside, gather her breath and recover. With a little luck, he might even follow her outside, then she could juke around him a bit, slip back into the ring, and catch him with the stomps when he followed after her like the dumbass he was. Perfect. And…

Oh. Oh, he was coming after her right the fuck now. Well, screw that.

Yo-Yo had only just stood up before Blaise moved in and pushed her against the corner, trapping her up against the pads. A knee shot out, folded her in half over his leg and bringing her feet off the canvas, with two more coming right after, each sharper than the last. After the third, the only thing keeping her up was the ropes, leaving her to dangle like meat on the hook. Not her best look.

She wasn’t about to admit it, though. ”You…suck.” If she couldn't hurt him physically, she might as well go for the mental.

[CyanDimitrik]

"Really?"

Blaise's left hand sets beneath Yo-Yo's chin to raise her head, wanting to look the girl in the eye.

"Think I'm doin' alright here."

The attention to the girl's chin wasn't strictly to have a meaningful little moment of eye-contact. For as much as he can appreciate her fiery, defiant gaze, he has other intentions for her. And bringing her chin up presents her chest and collar area so nicely. To wit, his right hand chambers in and suddenly snaps in a stiff chop aimed to collide hard with the soft skin above the swell of her breasts. The point of impact issues a loud SMACK echoing through the arena, along with a collective gasp and cringe throughout the audience.

The thought had crossed his mind to aim right where it would hurt the most - the tempting curvature just below. And for sure, most others in his situation would've gone right for it. But despite the torrent of disrespect and even eye-poking cruelty he's endured, he wouldn't have felt right; too disrespectful.

[BlackAkuma]

Wait. Wait, no. No. He was going to chop her wasn’t he? God, Yo-Yo hated getting chopped. It hurt like hell, and it stung for days afterward every time. It wasn’t even that damaging of a move, it just stung like a bunch of bees and made showering a pain in the ass, but guys were always going for it. ”If you fucking chop me, I swear-”

He fucking chopped her.

Yo-Yo let out a shrill shriek so loud that it made Aaliyah’s ears tingle, leaving her to wince along with the front roar. Blaise at least had the common decency to aim above her breasts, but she doubted her cousin could appreciate that at the moment - she was far too busy falling to her knees and covering her chest like someone had just laid into it with a bullwhip.

”Bastard! Bastard!” She stared daggers up at his as she tried to rise on wobbly feet. ”You can kiss my ass for that, asshole!”

[CyanDimitrik]

She drops to the mat, and Blaise takes the opportunity to raise his arms theatrically to either side, smirking to the audience. The wincing turns into cheers, pleased with the payback - because that's absolutely what it was. Payback. For stuffing her little digits into his squishy eyeballs.

Her words bring his attention back to her, and he leans down to grab a fistful of her long hair near the scalp. That should hurt a little less when he pulls on it, hopefully! "Sorry, babe. This ain't that kind'a match." With a tug, he attempts to guide her out of the corner to join him in the center of the ring. Her head is shoved under his left arm, mashing her cheek against the warmth of his ribs. The right arm raises, in part to signal the audience that a signature move is inbound! And the other part? To get some additional momentum as he swings the arm in and twists over hard with her captive head, intent on bringing her smaller frame down with a crushing impact on her back in a devastating spinning neckbreaker - the Burnado!

[BlackAkuma]

”Don’t call me ‘babe’, you stupid…hey, hey, hey, let go of my hair!”

Yo-Yo had just begun to pull herself up when Blaise came over and ‘helped’ her along, gripping her hair and forcing her to rise at his pace if she wanted to keep her strands intact, which she very much did. She struggled, put up a fight, but there was little she could do before he head was shoved underneath his armpit. She couldn't know what he was about to do, exactly, but nothing ever good came after a setup like this.

And she was right. The next thing Yo-Yo knew, she was being spun about and dropped hard on her back, a whirlwind attack that ended up with the back of her skull slamming into the canvas for some serious whiplash. She gritted her teeth and rolled over to the side as she caressed her skull, muttering out every curse she knew in the process.

[CyanDimitrik]

Typically after the Burnado, Blaise would immediately follow up with a pin attempt. But in this circumstance, he's feeling a little extra squirrely. Maybe it's due to the unending torrent of insults he's weathered from his opponent. Maybe it's a need to make tonight's victory unquestionable - to be noticeably more assertive than the audience saw before his hiatus.

That's probably it. And Geedorah's barrage of sass just makes it easier to want to do.

"Alright, you..."

Blaise reaches out for her again, fingers sifting through her hair to tangle amidst those pale, colorful locks.

"...I tol'ja we're not done."

With a pull, he tries to rise once more to his full height with her, deliberately attempting to keep her body bent forward. And feeling fully in control of the match once more, he has no reservation or hesitation when it comes to pumping his right knee upwards, blasting it into the girl's pretty face! The pad covering the knee helps to ease the damage, but the direct and forceful impact is likely an unwelcome one, thanks to the springloaded muscle of the thigh powering it. And fully expecting recoil and not wanting to yank hairs out, of course, her hair is released in the same moment.