Prisoner of War match: Blaise vs Rise

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Prisoner of War match
Loser becomes the winners prisoner for 24 hours

Rise stood backstage as she waited for her latest match, nervously adjusting her bows and ribbons. Her opponent was Blaise Cameron, another male wrestler, though from the picture she had seen of the man he was quite a bit more handsome than her last male opponent. Though the prospect of facing such a good-looking man did little to ease her worries, since this would be a prisoner of war match! Rise hadn't known what that was when she first got booked for it so she did a little research, and when she found out what she had signed up for she was terrified! If she lost, which she had to admit was probably the most likely scenario, then this guy got to take her home and do whatever the heck he wanted to her! This Blaise guy didn't look like he was all that bad, but after her quite recent humiliating destruction at the hands of a very innocent looking cute girl Rise had learned the hard way not to trust appearances.

Either way Rise couldn't back down now, her fans were expecting a performance from her and she couldn't let them down! With that in mind Rise would run out of the gorilla position and up to the top of the ramp, greeted by her cheering fans. With a smile on her face she would pose for the audience, even though she was quite nervous about this match she wouldn't let it show now that she was in front of a crowd. She would then run down the ramp and jump into the ring energetically. She would do a lap of the ring before settling in the corner and striking one last pose "Let's go!" she would yell, energetically.

When it came time for Blaise's entrance and the crowd was more focused on him Rise would allow herself to lean against the corner. She would keep her eyes peeled at the top of the ramp, wanting to get a good look at Blaise for the first time before the match.

Spoiler

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It's been some time since Blaise had a match in the LAW arena. The officials told him there needed to be a change. He wasn't performing well. They had enough goofy man-boys to shoulder the Titanic across a desert. What they needed was something they didn't think he could become; what anyone thought he become: legitimate.

His trainer couldn't have been more happy. Young, scrappy Blaise - though still technically young and scrappy - had an edge now; the instincts to carry him through a fight, and the repertoire to see it happen. No more playing around. No more being gentle. When he fights, he fights to win.

This would be a reinvention, and Rise would be the beta test.

Blaise's music hits.

As the first words of the song sound off, Blaise rushes out onto the stage, confident and energetic with a fist thrust powerfully to greet the audience. Similar to his old attire, Blaise remains topless, leaving his sleekly-toned upper-body bare, from firm pectorals to chiseled abdominals. A pair of black and blue elbowpads have been added to the ensemble, along with a pair of shin-guard style boots. The only other garment he wears is a pair of matching black and blue trunks, leaving his muscled thighs exposed.

Blaise Reinvented

He makes his way down to the ring with a bright smile, slapping high-fives along the way, featherlight bangs abounce. Upon reaching the ring apron, he hops up onto the apron in a neat display of athleticism, grabs the top rope, and vaults himself cleanly over to hit the mat. Immediately, he rushes up the nearest turnbuckle and raises his fists to the crowd, before pointing out over them with a nod.

At last, he hops down to face his opponent. He takes her in.

And immediately, his eyes widen.

"Oh dang!," he startles. "You're, like, the Risette! I'm fighting you?"

He glances aside briefly, then back to her, clearly taken off guard. He was expecting just some chick named Rise. "I- I mean, I totally will, don't get me wrong. Just-.. wow. Okay.."

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Rise would watch closely as Blaise made his entrance, she'd already seen the man in a picture but getting a good look at him reaffirmed something important to the idol; damn he was good-looking. Though as handsome as he was Rise still wasn't looking forward to this match, given what was at stake; if she lost then this man would get to take her away and have his way with her for 24 hours. With this thought in mind a cold sweat would run down Rise's temple as Blaise entered the ring, though as soon as he did so he seemed to be quite shocked and a look of recognition flashed across his face.

Rise had seen that look enough times to know what it meant, and sure enough the man would call her by her stage name. Was it possible he was a fan? Rise decided to test this theory, leaning forward and giving her opponent a wink with her brightest smile "The one and only, handsome!" she said, flirtatiously. If he was a fan of hers then it was possible she could take advantage, it was kind of dirty but with a match like this Rise couldn't afford to play fair.

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"Ah- wow, that's crazy...," says Blaise with a boyish smile, one hand setting against the back of his neck. All of that confident stride built up on his way to the ring, it's just gone in favor of that boy-next-door LAW had originally gotten used to. "I mean, I'm sort've a fan? I definitely know of ya. Kind'a wish I'd listened to more of your music now! I never thought I'd be in the ring with... well..." The hand lowers to motion forward. "...you!"

And she's just the cutest thing on Earth. Pictures and videos are great, but when in person? She's adorable. And she radiates that self-assured confidence - even if faked here and now - with the smile and tilt of her body that makes it difficult to look away.

During this time, the referee had been checking Blaise for weapons, and getting just a slight bit handsy in the process. He gently shoos her away with an annoyed look, then moves to the center of the ring to offer his hand to the starlet. "Hey, win or lose, I think I'm gonna enjoy getting to know ya for a day," he offers, bright smile making a full comeback. "I had no idea you even wrestled. What'm I, living under a rock?" The joke's at his own expense, but humility has never been an issue with him.

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Blaise's reaction to Rise's flirty reaction proved that the boy was surprisingly wholesome, stumbling with his words and gushing over the idol. It was starting to seem like Rise's worries were unfounded, unless he was just acting and this was all an elaborate ruse, a thought that she would keep in the back of her head but otherwise ignore. Rise would giggle as Blaise would make a joke at his own expense about not being aware that Rise was a wrestler "You'll just have to see my moves up close and personal then" the idol would remark, with a cheeky wink. Seems like Rise was in luck, her opponent was quite taken with her. Perhaps she could make use of her charms to give her an advantage against him.

Soon after this engagement the bell would ring, signalling that the time for talk was over. Rise looked to start things off in a flashy manner as always, charging straight at Blaise, though once she was within a few feet of the man she would throw her bodyweight forward and do a cartwheel, trying to catch Blaise in the chest with a kick on her way down.

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"Can't wait," Blaise replies, a flirty lilt finding its way into his own voice.

He can't imagine what Rise's style would be like. She's so small! And it's a little difficult to shake the idea that he might be about to beat up on a girl who's way out of her league - or possibly just wrestling for publicity. He might have to be careful with her. He doesn't want to do anything that would cost her her reputation, or worse, harm her career by going overboard. He needs to win here! But he needs to control exactly how he does it...

And suddenly, she's cartwheeling towards him. He blinks, taken aback by the display of brazen agility. Running at him? That he'd expect. Pouncing? Maybe that, too. But flipping around like a gat'dang Amazon? No, this was not what he'd anticipate from Risette. Maybe he should have paid more attention.

Her feet land against his toned chest, knocking him down to the mat. It doesn't hurt particularly - granted, being kicked never feels great - but he's still basically fine. He props himself up onto his elbows immediately to stare up at her.

"I just totally underestimated you, didn't I?," he asks, that joking tone edging back in. It's impossible to hide the mild uptick at the corner of his lips, impressed with the girl.

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After the two of them finished exchanging banter with each other the match began, and it began with a bang thanks to Rise! With an impressive display of acrobatics the idol would do a cartwheel and use her momentum to strike Blaise in the chest with a powerful kick, knocking him down to the mat. He seemed to be quite surprised by her feat, even straight up admitting out loud that he had underestimated the girl "You sure did!" she would say in a sweet sing-song voice, before running up and leaping into the air, attempting to smash him in the face with a dropkick. Though her dropkick would hurt if it hit Rise ran the risk of having quite a rough landing if she missed.

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And it's a rough landing poor Rise is destined to have! Blaise may have been taken off-guard for the first hit, but currently with full wherewithal, he watches her run in again. This time, he doesn't wait for her. Lurching to the side, the young grappler rolls over to clear her landing zone, letting her kick nothing but air and land squarely on the mat.

Blaise quickly rolls towards her again, intent on sitting her up and quickly crouching tight behind her back. His thighs set at either side of her hips, his chest pressing behind her shoulders, and his cheek against the side of her head. Most importantly, however, his arms loop around her waist from behind, his hands brushing along her bare stomach before tightening to begin a gutwrench bearhug - slowly. He's still a little concerned of immediately overwhelming her, and he's confident enough in his grip on her body that she won't simply squirm free. There's pressure there, and it's building against her stomach, but he's keeping it light for now.

"Gotcha!"

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Rise's eyes widened with shock as Blaise swiftly avoided her dropkick, leaving the idol in for a rough landing! Rise cried out with pain as she hit the mat following her whiffed attack, cheeks lit up slightly as she realised how silly that slip-up must have made her look. Though Blaise would give her much bigger problems to worry about as he would get behind her and wrap his arms around her waist, Rise tried to grab his wrists and try to put a stop to whatever he had planned but before she could he would start squeezing her in a bearhug "Aaaah!"

Rise's cry had mostly been one of shock, the squeeze had hurt of course but it didn't hurt much given that Blaise was holding back. That being said his grip was tight enough that Rise couldn't break free, no matter how much she struggled "Ugh! Let me go!" Though she couldn't break free with brute force all her struggling gave the idol an idea. Instead of trying to force her way free Rise would instead back up, trying to rub her body against Blaise's muscular frame in the hopes of flustering the man and getting him to drop his guard "How do you like that?" It had worked like a charm against Rise's last male opponent, so maybe it would work here as well.

[CyanDimitrik]

Feeling the young starlet's body in his arms is an odd sensation. He's squeezed and grappled a number of girls since joining this federation, but none of them quite had her... presence? That inbuilt level of awe? Something about it added a whole other context to their match. Like he was roughly manhandling something sacred. His arms squeeze inwards, albeit a little gently, around her belly, noting the amount of firmness any abdominal muscles provide, or softness the lack thereof may present. His chest presses against her shoulders, his head tilted a little closer to hers - easily enough to smell her hair, to feel the follicles brushing his face.

And then, she's deliberately rubbing her body back against his. It had to be on purpose. Originally, he might have overlooked it - but not with what she's saying. His arms instinctively tighten a little more around her stomach, his heart hastening a step. "I think... you know... way too well... how attractive you are," he murmurs back to her between breaths. Despite it, the playful lilt in his voice is unavoidable. His hips shift, returning the grind against her body and letting her feel the very physical reaction body-contact with her has created. "But if you think.. that's gonna make me wanna pin you down less... you didn't think it through...," he teases.