Standard Match Victory Conditions: Gained by either pin, KO, or submission from the opponent. Normal rules apply
Today was just like any other day in LAW. Another week, another show. The backstage was a hub of activity trying to get the logistics of the venue right and hope that any last-minute hijinks could be prevented. The sound team was busy tweaking the intricacies of wrestlers entrance music, crew members hurried around trying to cater to the needs of their superiors and it was all an entropy, with no direction to any movements.
Elena though was the manifestation of peace and quiet, having gotten ready early and made herself comfortable on a couch in the Gorilla Positon, flipping through the pages of a LAW magazine and reading a few interviews and excerpts from the Ladies of the LAW calendar interviews. It was certainly fascinating to see through the perspectives of so many of LAW's recognizable faces as well as the new and upcoming talents. Two of whom Elena recognized was her very good friend Allison Ford, and one of her toughest opponents so far, Hazel Nielsen, both of whom had it in them to make a huge impact in LAW. Spoiler
Soon, a crew member gave her the go-ahead, after which Elena rose up gingerly, cracking her knuckles and rotating her head, before emerging out of the curtain. This match was also her first mixed-match challenge, the first time in LAW that she was going to face a male opponent. Elena was unfazed, having done plenty of it back in her indie days. Blaise Cameron was his name, and apprently on a roll with a string of victories under his belt. A proper fighter.
Getting into the ring, from the steel steps, Elena made her way into the ring. The crowd was electric and Elena spread her arms wide to invite applause and revel in her adulation, as cheers rung in her ears. Her career, having gone off the rails from the start, showed signs of positivity these days, and Elena looked on with intent, eyes focused and intrigued to see her opponent emerge, limbering up and adjusting her gloves and other paraphernalia...
Blaise had such a different energy about him than his opponent. She was all chill; he was not. He's eager. Excited. Despite the years Blaise has been in the industry, despite how horribly he'd been battered and beaten for so much of it, it's never lost its shine to him. It's never dulled. Never lost that same magic. He may be more used to it, more familiar with the proceedings, but this is his environment; it's what he loves and where he wants to be. He practically radiates that excitement, bobbing up and down on the toes of his boots.
He gets to watch his opponent's entrance, too. He hadn't done any kind of research on her, per se; it wasn't a title match. He needed to take the win tonight to keep his momentum going, to not falter, but he likes taking what personal enjoyment he can in this. And to him, meeting an opponent in the ring with a fresh perspective is a thrill. And she could've looked any ol' way - small, mousy, nervous, big, hulking, beastly! But she doesn't. In the monitor, he can see it clearly: she has a pretty face with a smart little bob haircut that frames it just so. Blonde hair, big blue eyes, rather busty, tall, fit, nice abs... she's an attractive, athletic competitor. That's his kind'a gal right there.
Personality, though. That'll be what makes or breaks her to him. She could be positively stunning, but if she's dull, taciturn, or weirdly hostile, it'd yank the rug right out from under that alluring physical appeal. Her entrance to the ring was appropriately showy, but it'll be how she interacts with him that'll tell him what kind of tone their match tonight is going to have.
And he is so ready to meet the buxom blonde.
The lights in the arena dim down, down, down, until the stadium is awash in darkness and twinkling camera flash. Then, suddenly, the hard electric guitars licks unmistakable to any American suddenly hit. The titantron comes alive, running the Phoenix's new and expanding sizzle reel. Intro Music!
When the words hit, so too does Blaise, rushing out to hit the stage and throw a fist into the air with bombastic energy, flanked with a quartet of towering pyros. He's met with crescendo praise, the audience finally warming up to him in a more general sense; he's no longer the niche underdog only a few held out hope for. He's new. Reborn. Reforged. They know it, and he's living it.
The arm slowly lowers, until he's pointing to Elena in the ring. And suddenly, as if firing a pistol, his hand whips back in a fist. The pose is held for the cameras to capture every angle, from the flame-themed boots and trunks, bared, muscled thighs, his sleekly-toned abdominals and defined, firm chest, and smoothly rippled arms leading to black bracers, all the way to the bright, boyishly confident smile he's wearing and the aviator shades perched over his eyes.
Blaise with Full Attire!
"And her opponent!," begins the announcer. "Standing at a height of five, ten, and weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds! From Malibu, Florida! He's the Phoenix! BLAISE! CAMEROOONN~!"
Blaise makes his way down the ramp, drifting from one side of the aisle to the other to slap a string of high-fives and dole out the occasional hug to the more over-eager female fans. He hops up onto the ring apron with a vertical leap, grabs the top rope, and vaults himself up and over, hitting the mat in a tumble and ending in a smooth rise to his feet, arms spread and head tipped back to soak it in.
A scant few seconds later, and he dashes up the furthest turnbuckle to perch upon the middle ropes, right fist thumping a couple times to his chest. And at last, he drops back down with a spin, weight shifting eagerly from boot to boot, limber and practically pacing. But it gives him a chance to finally set eyes on his opponent across the ring.
She's taller than she looked. She's gotta be his height! And her face is quite pretty in person. And it's only when the referee-girl drifts to him that his eyes break from the blonde. He pauses his bobbing to let her check him for foreign objects. During the process, he plucks the shades from his face and waits for her to raise to her full height again, only to smoothly slide them upon her crown.
"Hold onto those for me, 'kay?"
Blushing, the referee-girl turns to scurry over to Elena and give her the same pat-down.
Leaning against the cornerpost awaiting the entrance of her opponent, Elena certainly wasn't disappointed by the grandiose display of style and panache her opponent paraded in with. The blazing spires shooting up from the four corners of the stage set her blue eyes alight with the sheer vibrancy of the effects, coupled with the notes of the guitar which any American could discern from amongst a cacophony of sounds.
Her opponent certainly knew how to make an entrance, right on cue as his swashbuckling sizzle-reeled rolled out to an eruption of cheers and applause. The man had certainly endeared himself to the people, who were rightfully entralled by his dashing looks, which Elena too appreciated with a sly smirk. And when he pointed his fingers towards the blonde before making taking his sweet time to ascend into the ring, interacting with the fans , Elena was slightly taken aback by the gesture, her eyes bulged out slightly before replaced with a chuckle. Blaise was not short of confidence or even cockiness for that matter, she could decipher.
For all his looks, charm and mannerisms, Elena was sure that Blaise would be a pleasant company in the ring to fight against. A bundle of energy he sure was, seemingly feeding off the energy from the charge arena who were raring to see this contest commence as soon as possible. But still, a part of her reserved judgement, not keen to jump into conclusions until they both had a dialogue and began to fight. Too many people in LAW who were nice on the outside , but absolutely rotten underneath.
Soon, both of them settled into their respective corners, an indication for the people to simmer down and get ready. The referee began to go about her responsibilities, approaching Blaise to pat him down for any illegal possessions and weapons concealed on him, and he rewarded her with his aviator spectacles by putting them on her himself.
Yeah, the man was enjoying this occassion a lot and unlike Elena, who more of a relaxed persona, Blaise looked like an all-action, high-energy fireball, eager to show-off what he was all about. A clash of styles maybe, but a contrast of characters it sure was.
"Ooh...Niice...He deifnitely pulls it off well, Let me try them on..." Elena raised an eyebrow seeing the referee approaching her timidly, adorned with the spectacles which her opponent had 'gifted' her, and extended hand to take them.
"Look at me now..." Elena gave a comically smoldering look to the referee, flaring her nostrils while pulling the shades down to her tip of the nose."I now look like someone who doesn't look back at explosions...." Elena whispered to the referee, the cadence of her tone one of amusement before focusing her gaze through the lenses at Blaise, nodding appreciately at his choice of accessory.
The moments of fun and play were soon over, as Elena strolled to the centre of the ring, a lopsided smile plastered on her face, though her eyes glistened with resolve and intent. She would now wait for Blaise to approach closer too. "Full Marks for the entrance. Defnitely not bad, dude. I got to get meself those shades as well.." Elena would say to the man....
Blaise couldn't really hear anything that was being said across the ring from him. But when he saw her reach for the shades, his eyes widened. Those weren't meant for her! The referee, he can trust not to abuse the specs! They're always so meek and conscientious! But opponents could do any number of a thing to-
-oh she's putting them on. The cheek on her.
Blaise fights back an impulsive grin and instead puts on an air of indignation flavored with a heavy tablespoon of 'can you believe this?!' gesturing out to the audience. The nerve of her! The very nerve! Of course, the fake disbelief vanishes quickly with a look of genuine amusement - even pleased. He likes a girl who doesn't take herself too seriously. It's practically a requirement to get along with him on anything past a surface level. Because, despite how much the fact may be somewhat buried under a veneer of 'cool boy-next-door', Blaise is kind've a goofball.
Elena steps forward and Blaise follows suit, meeting her in the middle of the ring. The first thing he notices is that she is, indeed, just as tall as he is. That'll be kind've different from the other girls he's wrestled in this arena. But the difference in their build is perfectly distinct, and for good reason; she's tall, but feminine. Flat stomach, toned, smooth, curved in the right places, and trim everywhere else. Her outfit flatters her nicely, showing off that midsection.
"Play your cards right, and you just might," Blaise replies with a playfully coy smile. "And just so I'm gettin' this out of the way before we start roughhousing? You, Elena, are a whole world of pretty." His gaze dips briefly, deliberately letting her know he's checking her out - if even in a quick way. "Damn, girl."
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Out of the corner of her eye while posing ludicrously in the dark aviator shades, Elena could see Blaise's countenance shift from apprehension, to disgruntlement before doing a hundred-and-eighty into appearing regaled watching on her antics, all in a matter of moments. It was like an actor practicing their expressions in front of mirrors before auditions or scenes, which got a knowing titter out of her.
As Blaise closed the distance between them, approaching the centre of the ring following the blonde, she could see that Blaise matched her in terms of height and thus she could look into her eyes without the need to tilt her head up or down. And the difference in their physiques also varied vastly, apart from the obvious gender focused contrasts.
Packing enought muscle to show the gains earned from the gym, but not too much to resemble a static bodybuilder with minimal movement, Blaise appeared to be a nice overlap between lean body and healthy muscle, made all the more prominent by his chiseled abdminals which Elena certainly appreciated. Add to it a mug adorned by a well-groomed head of hair and sharp facial features and it was a pleasing sight to have Blaise in front of her.
Elena raised an eyebrow in response to her opponent unashamedly checking her out, in the presence of this raucous mob. The lips curved upwards on one side into a playful smirk and her arms retreated behind her back to gently jut her body forward, pushing her well-endowed breasts out almost into his face and accentuating the rest of her physique, which Blaise eyed hungrily.
Ever since she had toiled and ground herself into the form she currently flaunted, Elena was habituated to the attention she received, being hit on, checked out, even catcalled. But she took it all in her stride and understood that being attractive meant that her physique was going to be appreciated considerably. So when Blaise was busy ogling her, blonde figured she could toy with him a tad.
"I think it's obvious you like what you see. And I certainly appreciate being hit on by my opponent in a match surrounded by an ungodly amount of people...." Elena spoke with a soft yet clear voice and seeing as they both were in close proximity, the man wouldn't have much problems making out what was being said, her provocative pose still intact.
In a leisure, unhurried pace, Elena's arm would come to the fore again to go up in a perpendicular arc hoping to rest upon the man's shoulders."If I play my cards right...." Her voice, raspy and low would trail off as she locked her piercing gaze with him as if she wanted to stare into his very soul, brows furrowed and lips curved into a subtle simper.
She knew that the referee was about to signal the match to begin and gently traced her hands from the shoulders over the side of his hands, going down before coming up back again to perch atop the initial spot, her caress nothing more than a fleeting whisper of stimulus against the skin, enough to tease and leave him wanting more. Enough to scatterbrain him for a few moments for her to pounce.
"I will look good on top of you...when I pin you Ofcourse. Don't be getting any wild ideas" A wink, followed by a sudden movement pulling Blaise into herself, immediately after which Elena was going to coil her arms around his waist.
Not wasting any more time, the blonde would lift Blaise off his feet with a grunt and turn around to slam him down back-first into a Belly-to-Belly Suplex!
"Oops...Did I say something scandalous?" Elena, towering over a laid-out Blaise would say with a hand covering her mouth, feigning shock but suppressing an audible smirk, the innuendo of her retort not lost on her.
Blaise was having his fun teasing the blonde, getting to know what kind of girl she is. If she could roll with some casual flirting, playing it up for the onlookers and all - because, let's be real, they're going to be fully aware that Elena's an attractive girl. But what he didn't expect was for her to turn up the heat right back at him, squaring up, and working the feminine wiles. He doesn't know anything about her background, where she comes from, or what life used to be like for her. All he's thinking right now is...
....well, nothing. She bluescreened his brain.
She pushed her chest out to put on display, and he instinctively looked back down. His gaze doesn't linger there long, however, soon zipping back up to her face. Her hands settle over his bare shoulders, first physical skin-to-skin contact initiated. Eyebrows raise, and he quickly glances from one shoulder to the other, then back to her face again in quiet bewilderment. What the heck is going on in this match? This is by far a first in his career. Heck, no girl has ever outright flirted with him in the ring ever! But once her hands trail to his hands, they lift, lightly settling his palms to her waist. Thumbs shift, faintly brushing against her ribs.
"Ooh, you're dangerous," murmurs Blaise to her when she parrots his line back to him.
Suddenly, her arms fully wrap around him! He finds himself pulled in against her body, instantly awash in the overwhelming feel of her figure. He's never wrestled a girl as tall as him before, and with everything kind of just lining up, he can't help but appreciate it. The face-to-face position doesn't last long, however, as she hefts him up and brings him down to the mat! Landing with a heavy boom, his arms sprawl to either side and he splays out under her for a moment, dazed.
"Gh.."
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Being a woman certainly had its advantages. Seeing as men were creatures of visuals, they could be swayed by anything that their eyes appreciated. And that worked for Elena like a charm. And Blaise being not too shabby and taciturn but a stand-up chap; Elena didn't have much difficult working her charms or flaunting her 'assets', which had gotten her out of pickles many a time.
So enveloped was Blaise in gawking and admiring Elena's form that he couldn't even offer much resistance when Elena wrapped her arms around him to pull him very close to her, his heaving chest pressing up against hers and by the time he realised it, too late. Splat. Blaise got slammed onto the mat like a crash-test dummy, all the bite and smooth-talk leaving as soon he hit the solid surface, sprawled in a daze as if questioning reality, or maybe still comprehending what had transpired in the last few seconds.
"Tell me something I don't know, sweetie..." Elena continued their flirty banter, wanting to see how long Blaise could keep it up before it dissolved into a pure slugfest.
She would utter this retort in his ear as she lay beside him but in the opposite orientation, near the head and then coil her arms around the neck, thus inadvertently pushing Blaise's head against Elena's ample chest while she yanked his head in an Anaconda Vice!
Yep. The tall blonde with the bob haircut is gonna be an issue. He's never really had a girl flirt so heavily with him before in an official match. It's throwing his game. And the fact that it continues in that coquettish way even after the impact isn't lost on him. He squints and shoots his gaze aside, peering at her in an oh-so-judgy manner that's so on the nose, it's almost certainly facetious.
That's right. Despite the opening salvo, he may still be playing with her; even if non-verbally.
The anaconda vice sets in, and Blaise finds his face pressed against her breast. He's sure most guys would love that position, given the inviting and malleable warmth, and it's certainly not lost on him. But the constricting and straining nature of the submission hold is doing a fine enough job of keeping him focused.
The referee drops beside the pair to watch for a submission! "Do you give!?"
Blaise answers with a dismissive flail of his free arm, accompanied with a, "Mmnfh!," of protest. But as the seconds slip by, Blaise's focus sharpens. His hips twist against the mat, first one way, then the other, before finally kicking upwards and curling back, attempting to roll himself back along her shoulders and slipping free of the hold.
Elena's blue eyes glanced at Blaise's head while maintianing the submission hold tight and firm. Truth be told, the flirting before the match was indeed intentional and it didn't need to be forced out of her but rather, she eased into the verbal back and forth due to her opponent being bold enough to overtly throw game at her. The appealing physique surely helped her cause when responding in kind, but their whole banter was all natural, without the need to manufacture the situation.
But Blaise's face pressed hard against her squishly pillowly breast wasn't what Elena foresaw when trapping him in such a hold as the Anaconda Vice, which appeared to get more and more suggestive as the blonde kept him locked in. But the primany objective of hers was to wear the man out, taking advantage of his earlier trance as best as she could and so, the arms were going to stay put for a while, or until Blaise figured out a way to wiggle out.
Or maybe, a distant possibility, but understandable if it did happen—Blaise choosing to stay locked in, savouring the supple flesh pressed so firmly against his face and probably even give up altogether. Elena let out a strained chuckle as she squeezed his head, thinking of this possibility. But she would still test his resolve, which would be all the more fun seeing as the man tried to play off an annoyed facade, just like he did when she tried out his shades. But Elena could see through that and say Blaise certainly didn't mind being met on an even keel.
"MMh~" Her face would craned low, as near as possible towards Blaise's ear, eliciting whatever grunts and sighs that were let out of her mouth, directly into his ears."If you...gnhh...ask nicely, I might keep this hold on for longer with reduced pressure. Or...if you tap-out altogether, I miiight, a BIG Might mind you, let you get squished against these bad boys backstage. What say?" the proposal would be cooed into the lithe wrestler's ear, Elena's hot breath ghosting over the skin as she spoke.
But credit to Blaise, who didn't fall for such wiles and broke out with some improvised piece of bodily maneuvering.
"A man of strong-will....I dig that, dude. I wouldn't have mind had you become putty in my hands on the spot.." Elena chuckled getting up gingerly, her tone still coquettish and playful, but still her eyes conveyed a veiled warning to the athletic man. Should he again let his guard down, the consequences could be far more dangerous, maybe on the painful side, or the suggestive side—whatever floated her boat at that moment.
Elena would therefore test Blaise's instincts by lunging at him, aiming for a Left-Cross against his cheek, but with a contingency in mind. Blaise would mostly see that coming and be prepared and so should the fist miss, Elena's Knee would be closely following, ready to drill into his well-chiseled abs from the boost obtained by charging at the guy....
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This match has been anything but typical, in Blaise's experience. Nothing about it has gone the way he would've expected; largely due to Elena Walker being more minxy than perhaps any opponent he'd faced before. To his credit, though? Blaise wasn't a servant to the boobage as much as other guys may be. A simp, he ain't. There will be no tapping out for the stray hopes of getting access to her curves. He has too much self-respect for that. Too much respect for the ring. For the training he's endured. Hell, for her. Even if it was her idea!
He doesn't have time enough to respond when he's weaved his way out of the hold, as she's right back on the offense! The punch gets the first reaction, turning to bring his shoulder up defensively while he prepares to grapple with her, intent on toughing out the impact to introduce a spike strip to her careening momentum. But- her knee! Her knee lifts, and he shifts his stance back to better absorb the impact of it against his waist. But his right arm hooks low around her thigh to keep it against his ribs as he steps in again, chest to chest. His left arm quickly hooks around her neck, tucking her cheek against his opposite side. And with a pump of the knees, he arches back and drops with her, slamming her body down hard back-first against the mat behind him in a capture suplex!
Releasing afterwards, he quickly sits up and glances behind himself.
"Let's be real. You'd be disappointed if I let you win." He shoots her a smirk.
