Erin vs Blaise PoW Match

[Noob]

Standard Match, Hentai allowed
Victory by 10 count pin
Loser belongs to the victor for a day

Erin wasn't exactly sure how she ended up with this match on her hands. She knew she wanted to end up in the ring with Blaise at some point but she wasn't exactly expecting the stipulation. It wasn't too bad though. All she really had to do was beat Blaise like she had already a few times before and she'd have a lackey for the day. Simple, easy, and she got to do what she did best. Beat Blaise. While she would have preferred a win condition aside from a pin, that would do just fine.

"Ok. Might as well put another win in the books right?" The redhead said to herself, trying to pump herself up. This wasn't the first time she was going up against someone she already knew but for whatever reason both times had her feeling a lot more nervous than usual. A loss usually carried little consequence for the Irish brawler but this time if things went poorly she'd have to deal with Blaise outside of the ring too.

Soon it was time to get down to business. Today though Erin wasn't dressed in her usual outfit. Instead she chose to sport a red and white striped bikini. For whatever reason she wanted to impress a bit more than usual today. At the very least she figured it might distract Blaise, even though she'd feel a bit bad if it did. As soon as she heard her music the redhead was dashing towards the ring. The roar of the crowd was almost soothing to Erin who had soon forgotten all about her nerves as she hopped up into the ring and made her way through the ropes. "Alright! You all better be ready for a show! I'll try not to finish the guy too early." She said with her usual confident grin.

Spoiler

[CyanDimitrik]

So, here's the deal.

Blaise didn't really know what he was getting himself into with this new federation deal. He knew he was among the first batch of male wrestlers this dominantly-female tradition had ever seen. But that was the extent of it. He'd met wrestlers from the federation before the signing. They seemed like normal people. Athletes, too. At least, most of them. Some might've been more weirdo than competitor. But nothing he wouldn't expect to find in any other federation.

And it's treated him well. He picked up his first in-federation win against an adorable blonde, marking what he's determined to be a turning point in his career.

So one might forgive Blaise for not quite catching what was said to him about the match at first. But when it finally registered, he asked, "Wait. Hentai? Isn't that the word for, like, porn?" He was speaking English. Yes, it can get confusing.

"Yes," answered the booker.

"What," asked a nonplussed Blaise.

An awkward as Hell explanation followed. And then he learned who he'd be fighting in this inherently lewd-permitting match, and his heart nearly stopped. Add onto that a PoW stipulation?

God, so much is riding on this.

Fast forward to the present!

The music hits the arena - his typical Americana rock. It felt so out of place in this setup to him, but he waits patiently behind the curtain. When the electric guitars kick in, the young fighter springs into view with a confident smile.

Blaise

He's wearing his typical wrestling gear consisting of sapphire blue boots and trunks, both streaked in black tribal patterns. This leaves his athletically-trim body mostly bare, and as he stretches his arms to the sky soaking in the uncertain praise from lukewarm not-quite-fans, it only emphasizes his smoothly-rippled limbs, defined and firm pectorals, and sleekly toned abdominals.

He takes off at a sprint for the ring and leaps up onto the apron, grabs the top rope, and vaults himself up and over. Boots impact mat, and Blaise bounces his way to the far turnbuckle. He rapidly ascends the ropes and throws up a fist to the audience, unfettered smile still brightly shining.

At last, he drops down to the mat to turn and face his familiar opponent - and sees her wearing considerably less than he has before. His gaze drops instinctively to take in the Irish lass's generously-exposed figure, from her legs and thighs to her hips, her waist and belly, the curve of her breasts encased in the bikini top, and finally, the face that he still can't sort his feelings about.

Erin's beautiful. He always thought so. She's also a complete jerk. What the Hell has he gotten himself into?

The referee idly inspects him for foreign objects, then signals the fighters to begin with a wave of her hand.

*DING!*

[Noob]

Noticing Blaise's eyes immediately start to wander, Erin placed a hand on her hip before tilting her head as she looked right at her opponent. She would wait for his eyes to meet hers before flashing him a quick smirk. "What're ya staring at hmmm?" She asked despite knowing full well that he must be enjoying the view. Normally that would irritate the redhead a little but after all she's put him through in the past she figured it wouldn't hurt to let it slide. In fact she found herself feeling quite proud that she was able to keep his attention.

Those thoughts would prove to be a distraction though and so as the bell rang she pushed them to the back of her head and would go back to thinking of the best way to floor her opponent. Right now she figured that would be a swift clothesline to a hopefully distracted Blaise. As soon as she could the redhead charged. Once a few steps away Erin would extend her arm and hope to ram right into Blaise.

[CyanDimitrik]

"I, uhm," Blaise begins, dazed, "just, you know, you, in that, not seen that before, I mean, like that."

It is not articulate. But Blaise is still attempting to parse the vision before him, weighing the way she looks and the natural urge to treat her differently because she's attractive (freaking biology!) against his past experience with her being generally negative and frustrating. Her, the girl who offers him precious little respect. One of the very few people who can actually upset his mood. There's no solid reason he should be viewing her in a positive light!

But at the same time, the stipulations and rules of the match are also bearing against his mind. Erin, dressed like this, spurring his very early feelings towards her into existence again, is fair game for more risque tactics. It's a match she agreed to. Did she know it was him when she did? Is it another effort to humiliate him? Is that why she's all skimped out?

As she steps forward, his heart quickens and his mind freezes in a near-panic. What does he do!? Should he grab at her!? Kick her?! Say something!?

Her arm extends. She collides with Blaise, knocking the teen off his feet and down to the mat in a stunned daze. Oh. She was coming over to hit him. Of course she was. Her head's in the game, and not.. elsewhere, bouncing around like a Pong ball.

[Noob]

Erin crashed right into Blaise and was quite satisfied with the result. Turning back towards him she took a step forward and looked down at him. With a giggle she stuck her tongue out at him before speaking. "God...that was too easy. I almost feel kinda bad about that one." The redhead teased. Perhaps she should have let Blaise have been fully ready for her but the match had begun and he was caught staring. "Better keep your head up or I'll just knock ya down again." The redhead scolded. She was serious too and wouldn't hesitate to take the chance to knock her foe off of his feet again if it presented itself.

Before she could knock him down though she first had to pick him back up. Grabbing Blaise by the shoulders she would lift him to his feet before trying to toss him towards the corner and into the turnbuckle. While she hadn't been gentle during their spar, she certainly wasn't going to pull any punches this match. "Hnnng...off ya go!" She grunted as she tried to get him moving so that she could follow up by planting a foot right into his stomach.

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise stares back up at her, still processing. Is it safe to even touch her? What should he do if her skimpy outfit had a malfunction?

...Well, obviously he'd stop fighting her and turn away to let her fix it. Everything else under the sun is on the table. But that just feels too creepy to exploit! But everything else? Totally exploitable.

Crap, he's still not focusing. She grabs onto him, and he's pulled up to his full height. She's made that first contact, some.. odd sensation of breaking the ice, as it were. A free hand lifts to touch her elbow in that moment, and for whatever reason, it's as if he's making first ever contact with her. Nevermind that they've wrestled before. This is different. Different, dammit!

She turns and whips him easily into the corner! Blaise manages to turn on heel, allowing his back to meet the unyielding turnbuckle with a wince. His hands grip onto the top ropes at either side, and as she charges in, she may be taken by surprise! His boots raise up, abs clenching to lift his upper-body and let her run her face directly into his heels!

[Noob]

Tossing Blaise into the corner, Erin couldn't help but smirk. Two seconds in and she already had him right where she wanted him. She had a feeling from his expression that something was on his mind but she'd gladly ask him about that once they were done with the match. Unlike Blaise, she wasn't distracted by a girl in a bathing suit. She was glad to snap him out of it though and that was exactly her plan.

Charging forward, she didn't really consider Blaise to be much of a threat to her. She was soon proved wrong however as his boot hit her right in the face. Perhaps she was just reckless or perhaps she hadn't given her opponent the credit he deserved but either way he had just floored her. "Gaaaah! Fuck!" Erin cried out as she hit the floor, her hands immediately grabbing her face. "Nnng...shit..." She mumbled, soon rolling on to her side as she tried to ignore the pain.

It hadn't been the worst of impacts but it had caught Erin completely off guard. She had known Blaise as mostly just a pushover so this was definitely new for her.

[CyanDimitrik]

To be perfectly fair, that wasn't an unjustified view of the teen. She'd bullied him pretty effectively in nearly every interaction they've had, in and out of the ring. But nailing her in the face and immediately taking the wind out of her sails was such a gratifying feeling.

Blaise hadn't expected it to nail her so hard, though. She's taken down to the mat, and she appears open to him! He dives down at her and reaches out, attempting to hook his arms around her waist. If he can make purchase on her feminine frame, he'll pull onto her feet with him. His arms will tighten around her waist, his body tucked in against her ribs.

"Not so cocky now, are ya!?," he taunts back.

Suddenly pulling, he attempts to whip her off her feet and twist with her, attempting to slam her down against her shoulders with a side-suplex!

[Noob]

Erin soon felt herself lifted by the waist. Truth be told she welcomed the help up to her feet. It was everything after that she didn't appreciate. She next felt a light squeeze as Blaise held her tight against him. "plenty cocky!" She replied with her usual confidence, even through grit teeth. She struggled to pull herself out of his grasp, squirming this way and that while trying to move to any side she could. With Blaise twisting though she pretty easily lost her balance and it wasn't long before she was lifted into the air.

"Heeey! Ughhh!" She yelled before she was slammed to the canvas with a loud thud. The move.felt.like something right out of her own playbook and she would have almost admired it had it not been for the unyielding rage...or at least the discomfort felt from landing awkwardly on her side. Clearly rattled, Erin sprawled out for a moment. She just needed a second to catch her breath and then she was sure she'd be on Blaise's case soon enough

[CyanDimitrik]

Bodies hit the mat with a loud THUD and heap! Blaise's arms withdraw from her toned waist and he raises to his knees to look down at her. It's a brief moment of respite to let him refocus on the match and his opponent. He'd managed to turn things around here, but that could change pretty suddenly. He needs to make the most of this!

She won't be down long enough for a splash. She'd probably power out of a submission yet. He should really beat her up more before going for anything else. Yet as Blaise looks down at her, the urge to indulge in the opportunity grows stronger. The match encourages him to do things to her, to.. distract? Or weaken her? Whatever logic one might want to apply to it, it was more than allowed. And Erin doesn't often look so inviting.

Before even Blaise realizes what he's doing, the teen is throwing his body down across hers, lying his abdominals tight across her stomach. His left elbow braces himself against the mat, while his right hand starts to slip around her left thigh to hook her leg into the air, but it lingers there against her inner-thigh. Frozen somewhat in indecision, his fingers shift against the sensitive skin of her thigh just beneath the thin fabric covering her hips.