Prisoner of War match: Blaise vs Rise

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Rise giggled as she rubbed her back against Blaise's strong frame, cheeks glowing red at the boldness of her actions. While she was doing this for purely practical reasons it still felt great to grind against her foes rock-solid body, and feeling his heart beat going faster against his back and hearing him muttering about how attractive she was gave the idol a great feeling of power, and frankly not many of her matches had given her a reason to feel that way. Though Rise would soon find out the hard way that her tactics were not exclusive to her as Blaise would fight back with grinding of his own, the already claustrophobic hold that Blaise had her in becoming even more close as their hips rubbed against each other "Woah! Y-you're really eager huh? Gl-glad to see that you're such a fan."

The Idol's face went bright red as the two of them grinded intimately against each other, though thankfully Blaise wouldn't be able to see from his position behind her. It seemed that when it came to these kind of lewd tactics Rise could dish it out in spades but she couldn't take it, she had fallen for her own trap and now it was her that was too distracted to escape the hold, rather than Blaise being too distracted to keep the hold up. The idol was completely under Blaise's control, it was just up to him to decide what he was going to do with this advantage.

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"Knowing you're also a wrestler..?," Blaise asks. He presses his body a little tighter against her back, his hips pushing a little harder against her rear. The arms seize more firmly against her belly. "...definitely. And becoming more'n more of one."

Sensing that her resistance has effectively shut down, he begins shifting his legs beneath him. Without releasing her stomach, he attempts to lift to his feet and pull her upright along with himself. "Didn't know I'd get to take.. someone like you home.. after tonight.." His left leg slings over her left thigh, bringing his hips tighter against her backside. His head tilts, briefly indulging in the position to brush his lips against the girl's cheek in a deliberately flirtatious way. His lips move to her ear to whisper, breath warm, "..or you'd be taking me home."

His fingers curl against her stomach just to enjoy the embrace for a moment longer before trying to fully shift the position. He ducks his upper-body beneath her right arm, while extending his left arm across her shoulder behind her neck. His right hand sets to her hip, and he straightens his back to force her body to twist backwards and to the side, straining her stomach in an abdominal stretch submission hold!

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Rise's blush intensified as Blaise commented on getting to take her home as he pulled them up, the idol had been so preoccupied that she had almost forgotten that this was a prisoner of war match. She couldn't help but grin slightly as Blaise brushed his lips against her cheek and whispered into her hear "Hehe, I like that idea a lot more" she said, even though right now she was in little position to make good on that statement.

As much as both fighters were enjoying this little embrace of theirs Blaise seemed to decide that he would remind Rise that this was in fact a wrestling match as he transitioned his hug from behind into an abdominal stretch, stretching out her stomach and keeping her locked in place "Ahhh! Lemme go!" she cried. With very little knowledge of how to escape such a hold the idol would start thrashing about in his arms, hoping to force him to let go and drop her, though even if she succeeded she would probably tire herself out.

[CyanDimitrik]

She isn't getting anywhere too quickly, at least! And with Rise's body stretched and the strain of the hold centered nicely on her stomach, Blaise just leans back into it further. His thigh slides up along hers, brushing her skirt upwards a little in the process. His free hand sets first to her hip, but slides upwards a little more, until his palm is brushing flat along her smooth, flat belly.

"But if I let ya go, I have to beat up on ya! Sure you wouldn't rather just submit?," he teases. His head tilts in an effort to catch her gaze, offering a boyish, playful smile. "I'd take ya home, make sure you're okay, then..." He trails off. Well, his mind certainly goes in a specific direction, made only more vivid the longer their bodies remain entwined with hers so effectively on display and underhand.

The referee-girl closes in at Rise's side. "Rise-chan! Do you submit?"

Blaise's hand presses just a little into the girl's abdomen, his hips pushing a bit more firmly against her rear. "..then again, keeping ya in the ring could be pretty fun, too. Whaddaya think, star? Keep going?"

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Pleasure would quickly become pain as Blaise transitioned his hug into an Abdominal Stretch, stretching her torso and leaving Rise struggling for freedom and crying out in pain. Her struggles didn't seem to bother the man much, gleefully smiling at her while teasingly asking her to submit. The referee would also ask if she wanted to submit, but she would do so in a much less playful manner "N-no!!!" she cried, red faced both from the pain and humiliation of the hold as well as from feeling Blaise's hips pressing against her rear.

After refusing to tap out Rise was start struggling again, hoping to force him to release her or at least create an opening for her to escape. It was clear from her actions and the look on her face that she was pretty desperate; she wasn't even sure if she could escape this hold on her own.

[CyanDimitrik]

"Good!" Blaise isn't a sadist. But he likes a girl with fire enough to not just give in when things get rough. After all, what good's a wrestler who throws in the towel immediately? This way, she's earning some respect.

At the same time, he's getting to enjoy remaining locked tight with the girl, stretching her pretty stomach out for the cameras. Her desperate pulling is starting to pay off, however, earning a few inches of space between them. And to try to make up for that, Blaise raises a fist to lightly club it against her defenseless belly, hoping to stun her. The hold itself won't tighten further. It's just complacency he's after, to continue working her over.

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While it was all well and good for Rise to resist the temptation to accept an early surrender and earn some respect from her tormenter it did little to make her situation any better, her stomach was still being painfully stretched out in his hold and it wasn't looking like she'd escape any time soon "Ungh... ahhh..." Though she hadn't succeeded in escaping she had managed to make some space for her, though before she could really do anything with that space Blaise would raise his fist and lightly bash her in the stomach "Aaahhh!" she yelled, hunching over slightly in reflex. The blow hadn't hurt too much but it had done its job and kept the Idol stunned, leaving her complacent enough for him to do as he pleased.

[CyanDimitrik]

Rise, the pop idol, gorgeous and delicate that she appeared to be, was thus hunched forward in front of him, her rear pressed firmly against his hips. It's... difficult to not be distracted by her.

But Blaise determines to himself to persevere! Not just for the audience, but for himself - and even Rise. It's not like she's going to respect a guy who doesn't give her a fair measure of treatment, right? He doesn't have to be vicious, but he shouldn't be insulting her by taking it easy!

Leaning over her, Blaise hooks his right arm between her legs. Enjoying feeling her body meld to his in that position for just a second longer, he hooks her thigh and pulls back, abandoning the abdominal stretch in favor of scooping her up against his chest.

And once her lightweight frame is in the air, he'll drop right back down again, bringing her lower back down across an upturned knee in a backbreaker!

But following the impact, he won't turn loose! His right hand remains set against her bare thigh beneath her skirt, his left hand beneath her chin to arch her back across his knee!

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Rise herself was not oblivious to the fact that her rear was pressed up right against Blaise's hips in a rather promiscuous manner, a position that she'd normally quite enjoy if it wasn't for the pain she felt as her stomach was stretched in Blaise's hold. As it was she was far more distracted with trying to escape the hold she was in, but before she could attempt to do so Blaise would hook an arm between her legs and scoop her up off the mat "W-waaah!"

Rise struggled in his hold like a fish that had just been dragged out of the water, but her struggles wouldn't stop Blaise from slamming her down right onto his outstretched knee for a backbreaker "Gaaaack!!!" Rise braced herself to fall onto the mat after rolling off his knee, but Blaise denied her even the slight respite of laying on the mat as he instead kept her balanced on his knee and started pushing down so that her back would be bent over his knee "Aaaugh!!! Let me go!!!" she cried, limbs flailing uselessly in his grip as she tried to struggle her way to freedom. If that didn't work she'd instead start to throw elbow strikes at the man's stomach instead, anything to get out of this hold.

[CyanDimitrik]

It's an oddly satisfying sensation, manhandling someone so capably and to such obvious effect. Her lower back lands across his knee, she cries out, and though he can feel her small body start to twist away, he brutishly pulls her to remain in place. Fingers dig into her bare thigh, thumb just inches beneath the base of her hips. And even without that enjoyable sense of euphoria in physically dominating an opponent in the ring, this match continues to be inherently distracting!

But at least it's distracting in the best way.

Despite Rise's protests, Blaise straightens his back and plies more pressure beneath her delicate chin to force her spine into more of an arch, guiding the top of her head towards the canvas below. Though his gaze was mostly trained on the audience as she struggled, flailed, and endured the painful hold, he eventually spares a glance down to her taut body, admiring her slender figure, her bare midsection. A few thoughts are already running through his head on possible transitions from this position, but they're jolted when he catches an elbow in the ribs.

"Nnf!"

In retaliation, he pushes hard on her chin and leans a little further over her, barely grazing her body with his chest. But a couple more strikes, and he's releasing her to favor of protecting himself!

"Not goin' too hard on ya, am I?," he asks, voice laced in tease.