Battered and Beaten - Blaise Cameron vs Ripley

[CyanDimitrik]

The oxygen level in the arena takes a dive as the audience collectively gasps.

Blaise doesn't immediately release her. He holds her body slumped against his, arms wrapped around her waist, her hips tucked just beneath his chin, her face resting against his hips in turn. Leaning forward, he finally lets her flop unceremoniously to the mat in sprawl. It could be said Ripley has experienced one of Blaise's finishers twice now. Maybe this time, it'll be enough to keep her down for the full count.

Legs tucking beneath him and still with pain radiating from his jaw, Blaise leans down to take the girl by the wrists. He drags her body across the mat to the center of the ring, taking just a moment to scan the roaring crowd. Then, his full focus is on the girl lying helplessly beneath him. Blaise drops to one knee on the mat between her legs. Then the other knee joins, keeping her legs spread. He reaches down to hook his arms beneath her knees just to steeple them at either side of his hips. Finally, he lowers himself onto the girl.

His hands find her wrists to pin above her head, keeping her body taut beneath him. His toned pectorals press firmly against the curvature of her breasts. His sleek abdominals settle flat against the span of her smooth stomach, warm skin against skin. And most noticeably, his hips press hard against hers between her legs, deliberately pushing a distinct firmness beneath his trunks against the base of her hips.

It's beyond sensual, and deliberately so. Blaise doesn't just want to pin her. He wants her conquered. Whoever the dude is she arrived with, he wants her writhing in tormented pleasure beneath him. And so, when the referee drops to begin slapping the mat for the arduously long count of the pinfall, Blaise begins grinding himself over her, focusing down below. Probing, stroking, eager to see if being pinned ramps up what he sincerely believes is a submissive fetish of hers...

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Ripley lies limp in Blaise's arms for a minute before he releases her. She falls like a bag of rocks, her body collapsing unceremoniously to the mat. Her body is limp, twitching every few seconds. He drags the ragdoll of Ripley to the center of the ring. He wants every eye on them, especially Neo's. Neo watches in horror as Ripley seems completely out of it and close to being pinned for good. He is forced to just stand there as Blaise lifts her legs and presses his body against her, his crotch, with a noticable growing bulge, presses against the thin fabric of her bottoms. Their faces mere inches away. "Come on Ripley, get up!!!" He says mostly to himself.

The ref comes over and starts to the long count. 1.. 2.. 3.. There isn't much reaction from Ripley, even as her opponent grinds against her. 11.. 12.. 13.. Ripley begins to unconsciously moans and grind back against Blaise. Her nipples get noticably hard, and a wet spot grows in her trunks. 19.. 20.. 21... Her moans grow louder and her breathing gets harder. Her eyes start to flutter open a bit. 27.. 28.. 29...... Ripleys eyes shoot open as she instinctively kicks up with her feet, pushing Blaise off her and ending the count before 30.

"GET OFF ME YOU PERVERT!!!" She screams as she rolls away. Ripley is still quite weakened and tries to crawl to the ropes and use them to help pull her up to her feet. She has quite the noticable wet spot and her breathing is ragged, as if she was very close to an orgasm.

[CyanDimitrik]

One second. One second away from it, Blaise would estimate. This is not to say anything about his own state, after using his entire physical body to work the girl into that moaning state. He could feel the heat coming off her, the way her body responded to his with each passing motion, each grinding stroke, the blend of forcefulness and sensuality as every corner met, the skin contact nearly full. There's something primal and satisfying about working a conquered opponent into a state like that, he's realizing. If they didn't have an audience, and if she were more receptive...

She screams at him again.

Ah yes. That. If there were less of that.

Blaise, now seated on the mat, watches her make her feeble escape. His own breathing is heavier, skin aglisten in a thin sheen of sweat - not entirely his own. And this has done nothing to lessen his determination in wanting her final moments beneath him - whether right on the thirty mark or not - to be marked with her body betraying her desires. By now, he's past any shadows of doubt what she likes. She's a freak. But a fun kind of freak.

Getting up again, he stalks after her. Reaching down, he grabs a fistful of her hair near the scalp, pulling upwards to produce a crop of head-and-girl to begin dragging back to the center of the ring.

"Couldn't help but keep the match going, huh?," he chides into her ear.

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Blaise had got Ripley's heart pumping. It beat enough that she was able to come back and kick out of the long pin count. A second shorter and she would have lost. Now she was still in the fight, but she didn't have much left in the tank.

She was slowly using the ropes to get back to her feet as Blaise came over. It seems he didn't want to wait. She could tell he was enjoying himself judging by the bulge in his shorts. He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her stumbling to the center of the ring. He pulled her close and whispered into her ear. She yelled her response. "FUCK NO!!! I WANT TO BE DONE WITH YOU, PERV!!! I am just not gonna let you won't with your pervert moves!!" Ripley would then gather what little energy she had and try and slap Blaise, hard across the cheek. More of a stunning move than a damaging one.

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise rolls his eyes as he hauls her back to the center of the ring. "Whatever-"

And there's a slap. His cheek is stinging, head turned a touch to the side, surprised look on his face. It does, indeed, give him pause. At least for a second or two. There's an instant urge to retaliate and give her the same treatment in response, but it's tempered by years of contradictory upbringing and sensibilities. Identify the kind of kink she's into? Tease her with it? Absolutely. A slap triggers that deeply personal affronted feeling.

It takes those two seconds to process that.

Retaliation would come, but not in the knee-jerk response. Her hair is released, of course. It was released the moment her slap connected. His right leg flies upwards, aiming to plant the toe of his boot into her belly to double her over. And with her bent before him, Blaise flows into a front guillotine around her neck under her left arm, twisting around to put them back to back, and dropping to impact the back of her neck and head against his shoulder in a neckbreaker.

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Blaise had dragged Ripley by her hair to her feet. In a move of defiance she hit him with a stinging slap. The arena was silent for a second after the slap, everyone stunned to silence. Blaise himself looked stunned by the move. Ripley gave a little smirk, she knew it wouldn't help her in the long run, but she was a defiant little bitch.

Blaise let go of her hair and with no words went on the attack. It seems Ripley had truly struck a nerve. He hit her in the gut with his boot. Ripley doubled over from the kick letting out an, "Oomph!!". He then grabs her around the neck with his left arm. Trapping her in a guillotine choke. He doesn't stop there. He twists around, twisting her as well. They now stand back to back, her head on his shoulder. He then drops down. Ripley's neck cracks against his shoulder with a nasty neckbreaker. If he lets her go she flops to the mat, spasming from the devastating move.

[CyanDimitrik]

Normally, Blaise might go right into a pin after that move. He let her go at the point of impact, all the better for her to flop on the ground and demonstrate for him just how devastating that move was. But he doesn't immediately move to lock her down; not with a pin count set that high. Not when she's kicked out twice.

Blaise leans down to grab a fistful of the girl's hair near the scalp, pulling her up off the mat again. one arm hooks under her arm to help pull her fully up to her feet, then leading her by the hair and bicep, he marches the girl towards the furthest turnbuckle. Drawing back on her hair to arch her body, he swings forward again to collide her brow against the heavily padded corner post - hopefully enough to jar her senses. Then with a shove, turn her around to prop her back against the post.

Taking her arms, he slings them over the ropes at either side; a dual-purpose position, both to keep her standing mostly upright, and to keep her body undefended. The latter is soon made more important, as he begins hammering low hooking punches into her bare waist, hoping to weaken her core and abdominals.

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Ripley falls to the mat twitching. The move hurt like hell and left her spasming. Blaise probably could have tried for a pin there and would have had a good chance on finishing it, but he was not done with her yet. She vaguely feels a pulling at her scalp as she is dragged her feet. Her arm is hooked and the back of her head grabbed as she is taken to the nearest turnbuckle. There her head is unceremoniously slammed into the top pad.

Her head rings as it collides with the pad. As the ringing continues her mind moves from dazed to more clarity. Weirdly the move has brought her more back to reality. Blaise didn't give her a chance to do much, not that she had the strength to do anything. She is then flipped around. Her arms are tossed over the top ropes, helping to hold her up, which she very much needed. She hung there in the corner. Breathing hard, barely staying upright. Then Blaise began unloading on her.

He sent punch after punch to her gut. Ripley tried to harden her abs, but after the first few punches her strength gave out. "Fuck... Gaaahhh... Uggghhh!!" Ripley cries out and gasps with each punch. Each hit weakening her more and more. The onslaught is so intense that she feels like she is close to puking.

[CyanDimitrik]

Fortunately for everyone, Blaise's attack ends at last. He's surprised she's still conscious, but what he wants is to break her spirit - to find the girl beneath the venomous exterior, and make her submit to him. He steps in again, one hand setting to her left bicep to keep her held on the rope, the other hand beneath her chin to guide her face upwards to look him in the eye.

His bright blues burn on her, studying her.

"You finished?," he asks. "You done?"

Part of him still expects her to be defiant, even if she can't support her own weight.

"You ready to lay down, or do you need more?"

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Ripley was laid up in the corner being used as Blaise's punching bag. Her stomach is red at this point and she feels close to puking. Thankfully Blaise ends his attack. Ripley just hangs there in the corner, her head so heavy she can barely keep if from falling. Her arms the over the top ropes being the only thing keeping her vertical. Blaise holds her in place as he grabs her chin. He pulls her head up so she is looking him in the eyes. What stupid sexy eyes Ripley thinks to herself.

He then asks if she is finished. What a stupid question Ripley thinks. She is still conscious and standing mostly, who did he think she was. She decided it best to keep her answer simple. She spits a bloody lugie into his face, and says, "Why don't you lay down and quit you pervert pansy!!"