Battered and Beaten - Blaise Cameron vs Ripley

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise sinks into the hold slowly, steadily forcing the girl's spine into a tighter arch. Every few seconds, he'd give a single firm pump and flex, forcing her head a little closer to touching the back behind her and bringing his toned pectorals to barely hover over her stomach.

Hearing her continue to call him names earns a shaky sigh from him, beleaguered in the effort of keeping her body locked down and strained. But the more she insists on it, the more he's tempted to just give her what she's all but demanding. Inch by inch, he slides his hand upwards along her thigh, squeezing the muscle, feeling along her skin until the palm finds her hips. A couple fingers slip between her legs as the hand presses down, subtly brushing forward and back against the material of her bottoms. The other hand remains steady beneath her chin to ensure she stays arched, ideally helpless. He may not be sure how he feels about taking advantage of her body in this position, but he is curious how her body will react to the strokes under torture.

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Ripley continued to swear and insulting her opponent, even while trapped in a painful hold. Blaise kept pushing down on her body, bending her back further and further. Her head was getting closer and closer pushed towards her feet. "AHHHHH!!!" She continued to scream in pain in the hold.

Blaise wasn't done there he decided it wasn't enough to just cause Ripley pain. He was curious what would happen when she also felt pleasure. His hand on her leg, moved inward and up towards her barely covered womanhood. He kept it to simple teasing, more brushing and rubbing, but it quickly had the desired affect. A soft moan escaped Ripley's lips. Her bottoms were soon sporting a small wetspot as the pain and pleasure excited her. "You would take advantage of a girl in this position, Pervert!" Ripley said between moans and screams of pain. Her body hadn't quite decided yet if the pain or pleasure would win out.

[CyanDimitrik]

"Ohh, not just anyone!," he fires back. His head tilts to try to look down at her face, though having to look past her breasts creates a bit of an issue. "Only you!"

The fingers continue stroking, rhythmically pressing forward and back. He can feel the dampness forming there, he can tell on some level she's enjoying the torture. Are the insults a part of the allure to her, he wonders? Maybe that's her thing. Her kink. She wants it rough. She wants to be manhandled, made to physically submit in more ways than one. He's never been the sort to do anything like that in front of people, but... admittedly, there's some appeal to turning her insults into pleasured whimpers, her sass into begging for more.

The hand lifts from her hips, balling into a fist high in the air. Then it swings downwards again, aimed to crash heavily against the unprotected pit of her stomach, just where his knee braces her lower back. And after that punishing blow, he releases her to let her fall to the mat however she will.

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Ripley was still bent over her opponent's knee in a very compromising position. Blaise was take complete advantage of it. He rubbed between her legs, feeling her wet spot grow. Moans and groans escaping her lip. Ripley, and even Neo, both enjoyed being dominated and humiliated. Not that they would lose on purpose. They very much enjoyed winning and humiliating their opponents. They just also got enjoyment out of being on the receiving end.

The pressure lessens for a second, but the relief was short lived. Blaise had taken his one hand off her hip. He then used that free hand to drive his fist into her gut, squishing it between it and his knee. "OOMPH!!!" The air rushed from Ripley's lungs. He then let her go and she rolled off his knee. She rolled away from him a bit, ending on her back, and holding her aching stomach. "Fuck perv!! Do you get off on beating up girls!!!"

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise lifts to his full height again as she rolls, fully willing to let her try to work through the pain he's certain is wracking her body in various location. He has other ideas. The match is a No-DQ stipulation. The management wants that to be used, no doubt. And while it may not be the most honorable, it's fully within the rules tonight; it's time to up the ante.

Hearing her continue her tirade just convinces him it's a good idea.

He makes his way to the ropes and swings a leg over the middle cable, weaving himself between their elastic lengths and onto the apron. He drops down to the padded area outside the ring and drops to a kneel, pulling up the ring's skirt. Anything will suffice, really. But what he finds is a tried and true classic that can't be beat.

A metal folding chair.

He retrieves it from its nest of other knickknacks beneath the ring and turns to the audience, closing the chair into a single flat plane before raising it to the audience, eliciting a pop in anticipation.

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Ripley had rolled off of Blaise's knee after that hammerfist to the gut. She was laying on her back recovering. She laid there a good minute, waiting for her opponent to continue his attack, but he never came. She looked and saw him sliding outside the ring. She took this opportunity to crawl to the opposite corner, where Neo was waiting. She got there and sat down. "Babe, you ain't doing so hot! It is dangerous to go alone take this!" Noe told her as he handed her a pair of brass knuckles.

Ripley slipped it on her right hand as Blaise threw a steel chair into the ring. Ripley used the ropes to get to her feet as Blaise slipped into the ring and grabbed his chair. Ripley took this opportunity to rush him. Jumping at the last second and sending a superman punch to his jaw with the brass knuckles. "Eat this, Perv!"

[CyanDimitrik]

Showing off the chair, really, getting that high octane response from the audience. They knew what this was. They knew what they signed the ticket for. They wanted to see someone get brutalized, and insofar, they haven't been lacking. For Blaise, however, he couldn't really get a handle on her. A part of him is relishing beating on her for the sake of the bile she keeps spitting at him. But another part of him strongly suspects it's what she wants. It's created a unique kind of conflicting feeling, where he feels like he should feel guilty about beating up on her so thoroughly, but at the same time, absolutely doesn't, because she's egging it on. And at the same time, doesn't because he suspects it's what she wants. Her body was starting to betray her. Who knows where it would've gone, had he continued?

After getting the desired pop from the crowd, Blaise hopped his hip onto the ring apron and rolled his way into the ring. And when he arose again--

BAM.

White explodes across his vision, the chair instantly dropped, and in the next moment, Blaise is left lying flat on his back on the mat. Eyes shut, chest rising and falling heavily with each deep breath, arms splayed to either side, one knee slightly bent.

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

As Balise entered the ring, Ripley charged him and jumped. She took her brass knuckles and hit him in the jaw with a superman punch. The crowd gasped as the hit connected. Blaise dropped his chair and he collapsed to the mat. Ripley stood there for a second surprised and happy. She did a quick little dance, before putting a foot on the dazed Blaise, flexing and showing off. Neo even took a few photos for her.

"Wow perv, I never would have guessed you had a glass jaw!! But thanks for bringing me this chair!". Ripley tossed her brass knuckles to the side. She grabbed her opponents legs and dragged him to the nearest corner, laying him in front of it. She grabbed his discard chair and laid it on top of him. She then climbed the turnbuckle. She reached the top rope. Her back was to Blaise during this. She began showboating on the top rope, raising both hands in a vee shape and winking at the crowd. "Who wants to see me crush this perv?!!" The crowd cheered in answer. Ripley was taking a long time, too long, giving Blaise time to recover. Finally Ripley jumped off the top rope, flipping through the air and planning to land feet down on the steel chair. Stomping in down on the hopefully still dazed Blaise.

[CyanDimitrik]

Were Blaise in his right mind, he might've contested her point. He might've argued it. He might've dared her to take a knuckleduster to the jaw and still be standing. But then, if he could do that, that would've defeated the purpose. Her words are watery in his ear, garbled as the explosive pain begins to pulsate from his jaw in a steady, poundingly insistent beat. She gets to place her boot atop him and preen, immortalizing her moment of supremacy.

His legs are taken, his heavier body dragged across the mat to the corner. The chair is set across him. No problems so far.

His mind is coming back to focus. Had she been a bit quicker, she might've gotten this hit off and had a chance at a pin. How she would've chosen to pin him, he can't even imagine. But as the world blinks into existence layer by layer around him, the realization that he doesn't want to find out becomes clearer.

He turns over onto his side, nudging the chair off of himself in the process. He collects himself to a knee, looking up to spot her back turned to him. And as he lifts to his full height, she leaps from her perch in an elegant backflip...

Blaise hops into the air to catch her while she's upside-down. Arms hook her waist, her breasts pressed firmly into his abdominals, her belly snug against his chest, and her head between his legs. As he descends, his legs cross around her head, and he aims to spike it down squarely atop that folded chair resting flat on the mat.

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Ripley dragged her opponent to the corner as Neo and the crowd cheered her on. She was turning this match around and was about to put a world of hurt on her opponent. She laid the chair on him and climbed the turnbuckle. She took her time showing off for the crowd, soaking in all the attention. They even started a whole chant for her. Once satisfied she bounced off the top rope flipping and sailing through the air. Her target was the chair on her opponents chest.

Unfortunately her flight was cut short. Blaise it seemed had recovered and he caught Ripley mid flip in the air. She found her head trapped between his legs. He quickly dropped down, slamming her head into the waiting steel chair with a piledriver. Ripley's world went black. Her body and limbs went limp. Blaise would be the only thing holding her up. If he decides to let her go she would flop to the mat a waiting ragdoll for whatever he had planned next.