NCWF Special Event: Blaise Cameron vs. Tomoya Akiyama

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise is still trying to wrap his head around this. He thought they were having a nice time! There was some teasing, some flirting, she broke out of his last pin a little awkwardly, and this one ended with a slap! Where's the turn come from!?

Oh, a boot.

"SPUUHH!"

Blaise isn't particularly articulate when getting kicked in the face. The teen is blasted back from his knelt position, landing in a sprawl on the mat. Arms and legs lie splayed to either side, head turned and eyes shut, clearly dazed and down for the count. His chest and abdomen rise and fall more rapidly, but that's all the movement she's getting out of him yet. His mind is reeling, blurry and unable to concentrate. He's distantly aware that there's a lot of pain in his face, but even that's unfocused now.

[Strider89]

The adrenaline is pumping through Tomoya and fueling her every move as she throws her leg out towards Blaise, landing the sole of her boot against the male as she twists slightly to deliver the move! That results in her outfit twisting with her body, placing emphasis on her curves and assets which Blaise would have limited time to appreciate before being knocked down flat to the ground! "Gotcha!" Tomoya cries victoriously as he hits the canvas, standing over the dazed and stunned male. She takes a moment to try and steady her breathing, looking down at him while she considers her options. Finally, she makes a decision. One to regain control of the match.

She bends over to grab Blaise's head, tugging him up onto his feet. He wouldn't get much time to figure out where he was, as the girl would seize his wrist and yank it towards her! Blaise would be thrown into the corner, Tomoya backing up briefly before running at the same speed he was. If she'd managed to toss Blaise and have him turn before crashing against the turnbuckle, the girl would rush in low and deliver a spear with all of her energy to knock the air out of him!

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise is having a hard enough time processing what just happened, let alone present Tomoya with a level of resistance. He finds himself pulled up to his feet, his gaze bleary and unfocused, having little choice but to follow wherever his feet and plodding. When she yanks him in and slings him towards a corner, he stagger-charges headlong directly into it. His chest crashes against the post, arms flinging over the ropes with a grunt. Now gasping for air, he rotates himself around to lean back into the corner, arms once again draping the top ropes at either side.

His head shakes quickly, attempting to clear his mind. But unfortunately, he's given no chance to recuperate. Tomoya shoots her shoulder into his hard six-packed abs like a bullet, kicking his boots off the mat and nearly doubling him over against her. "Hhuffff!" Now hanging just by the merit of his arms over the ropes, the teen slouches in the corner defenselessly. His midsection is aching, breathing hard, and mind still fuzzy.

[Strider89]

Bullseye! Tomoya rammed her shoulder blade right into Blaise's abdominal region, feeling his abs tense against her. The male even nearly collapsed over her, but instead sank down in the corner with his arms over the ropes. They were the only thing still keeping him on his legs, and even those seemed ready to buckle at a moment's notice. Tomoya moved her shoulder back from the male's stomach finally to step back, grinning in triumph as she mimicked Blaise's own fist pump to the audience, eliciting a cheer from them! In fact, they seemed even louder than when Blaise had riled them up!

"Guess they're not used to seeing women wrestle, huh?" It was half directed to Blaise, half a remark to herself. But who knew if he could even hear her right now? Seeing the spunky, beaming male now battered and lifeless almost made her feel sorry for him. But she can't let up now. This is the biggest momentum she's had in her career since...well, it started! And she had to come out on top tonight! It was the only way to reverse her fortune!

And if Blaise was her stepping stone to wrestling stardom? Then she had to keep on the offensive, no matter how handsome he was.

Tomoya turned back to the defenseless teen. She reaches for his arms, freeing them from the ropes. But she keeps Blaise between herself and the corner, wrapping her arms around his waist to secure him against her. He'd feel her chest against his pecs, their stomachs grinding together, as she tightened the hold and stepped away from the turnbuckle to give enough distance for the next move.

"No hard feelings when I pin you?" She says with a hint of tease, bending her knees and squeezing him tight as she arcs backwards to swing Blaise through the air! The male would see the mat rush up towards him as Tomoya went for a belly to belly suplex, crashing Blaise on his back while keeping her body bridged over his for a pin attempt of her own!

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise just hangs limply in the corner while Tomoya enjoys her moment in the sun, gloating over him, earning even more praise than he had. That'd hurt, if he weren't too distracted and dizzied to care. He's just happy the pressure on his midsection is relieved.

He doesn't resist her when she wraps her arms around him and guides him out of the corner into a hug. He shakes his head again, a second attempt to clear his mind. The fog lifts in time to hear her comment, his hands setting to her bare shoulders. It's enough time for the sensation of body contact with her to dawn on him, feeling her curves easily through her wrestling garb, grinding. It's not enough time to mount a defense, however. The girl bridges him into a surprisingly effective belly-to-belly suplex, earning a startled yelp!

He crashes hard to the mat behind her, lying sprawled again but with the added bonus of her body perfectly arced above him in a pin!

The referee drops beside them and slaps the mat. "One!"

Blaise shifts a little against the mat, eyes screwing shut tighter.

"Two!"

The hand raises to strike the mat for the third count, but Blaise just twists to the side to pop a shoulder up and break the pin! "No.. not.. done..!"

[Strider89]

The impact of the suplex is oh-so-gratifying to the young Akiyama. Especially after her botched attempt to suplex her opponent previously! And now Blaise is trapped under her, down and seemingly out as the referee proceeds to begin the count! Not that it's an entirely bad position, given that he can see how tight-fitting her leotard is on her while underneath her. She can feel Blaise shift under her, but Tomoya doesn't expect him to break out. So when the second slap against the mat is followed by Blaise managing to jerk a shoulder into the air, Tomoya is taken aback! She releases her arms from Blaise's waist and shifts onto a knee, watching him resist the ending of the match and her victory. He'd been completely slack only moments ago! Was he just good at taking hits, or faking it? She frowns, unsure, before smirking. Well, at least she could finish this in style.

"Oh, I think you are, Mr Cameron." She responds to his defiant words. She glanced to the corner, which they were still close to, and then back to Blaise still lying down on the canvas. It was almost poetic how perfect it was. Her mind made up, Tomoya clambered to her feet and grabbed the ropes to help her ascend to the top of the steel pole, turning to crouch as she held the downed Blaise still in her sights. The crowd was getting pumped as she held an arm out, her thumb raised before pointing down to signal what she perceived was the final moment of this match. Many would argue she was being rash, but Tomoya rarely got a chance to do a flashy move! And 'flashy' in her sense was actually pretty standard to the rest of the industry.

"Here! We! Go!" She'd hold up a finger to each word, before bending her knees and leaping off the top rope! Her move was a bold yet simple splash, leaping forward to try and slam herself down on Blaise's torso!

[CyanDimitrik]

The vocal response Tomoya receives is a groan as Blaise writhes on the mat, recollecting himself. Where did that burst come from? What did he do to get that from her? A hand sets to his brow, his eyes opening to look up at the skylights. They turn aside to see her climbing the turnbuckle, and his brow knits. What is she doing up there? She's going for an elbow drop? A splash?

Ooh, a splash. Her lithe body landing over his again. He could just lie there and take it, be comfortable, enjoy the three seconds... and then have her and the audience think he's lame forever. His expression deadpans. No. He won't be doing that. He has a job to do. The eyes refocus on her, seeing her turn to face him.

When she springs from her perch, he pushes out with every muscle in his body to throw himself up to his feet and thrust a fist towards her stomach as she descends! Let that take the wind out of her sails! His motor skills are still a little loose, and his body is now aching, but there's a lot left in the tank! She'll be paying for that risky maneuver!

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Tomoya is on cloud nine right now. Her opponent is lying there like a perfectly laid out target. The crowd is roaring, encouraging her to make her move. And she's the focal point of the match now, standing on the turnbuckle which elevates her above the rest. And of course Blaise, who is soon going to feel the sprightly girl crash down on him in a matter of seconds! And then her first victory would be secured! Her mother would finally see as an equal! Or at least, with a little more respect than she currently does.

Tomoya crouches, and springs like a falcon ready to dive down upon her prey! Her opponent is still, then suddenly throws himself up on his feet! Wait. Was that meant to happen? She didn't think so. And what was flying up to meet her mid-air? Was that a...fist?

BAM!

Definitely a fist. "Aaah!!" Blase's knuckles sink hard into the girl's soft belly, pressing hard against her as she came down. The girl gasped out and found herself flipping over Blaise's fist, rolling through the air and the canvas briefly in her sights before her vision reverted up to the skylights again as she crashed down on the mat! No! This wasn't right! She was meant to land on Blaise and pin him, not the canvas! The damage was done, every vertebrae in her back seizing up as it hit the floor. "Owowowowow..." With a hand placed on her back as she clutched at her stomach and laid on her side, the girl smarted all over, and now the tables had turned on her!

[CyanDimitrik]

That punch was hard. Maybe too hard. up until just recently, there was a sort of tension between them that wasn't exactly what he'd call unpleasant. Then things took a bizarre turn, left him confused, but more focused than before. Only now, he's left wondering if he overdid it. Sure, it's partially her fault - her trajectory, momentum, all of that fed into the impact against her gut.

He stares down at her, softly panting, frame rising and falling with each breath. No, he's overthinking it. She got in the ring with him. She's fine. She's probably had worse!

Blaise leans down, grabbing her at the top of her pretty little head and beneath her equally pretty little chin to draw her up to her feet again. Once standing, he attempts to brush her arms away from her torso in favor of leaning himself into her and wrapping his arms around her waist. If caught, he'll instantly apply pressure, hoisting his smaller opponent a little off her feet to match her body against his in a bearhug! His arms dig into her lower back, squeezing her abused stomach against his hard abs, his chest pressing against her breasts, hips to hips, and now, face to face with her.

[Strider89]

Tomoya is indeed panting on the mat, trying to regain her breathing. Her stomach quakes with tremors as she attempts to soothe the aftermath of Blaise's punch. If he was a gentleman, he might give her some time to recover. But in wrestling, it was all about capitalising on your opponent's moments of weaknesses and botched moves. And Blaise seemed keen to do just that, taking Tomoya's head by the top and her chin to draw her back up on her feet. She makes a small noise of protest, but she doesn't have any resource or energy right now to resist. And then Blaise leans into her, encircling his arms around her waist in a tight lock!

"Wh-" The girl turned pink at how close in proximity she was to Blaise's body. His chiseled chest, the beads of sweat making his pecs and bicep glisten in the limelights. They're well developed too - despite his goofiness, he clearly spends a lot of time in the gym. And his abs were like a washboard as she almost shamelessly stared at them. She was reminded at her annoyance when Blaise had pointed out the jacket she needed to remove at the start of the match. Now she felt hypocritical.

She didn't get long to think about it though. Not when Blaise suddenly pressed her body against his tight and began to squeeze her hard! "Aaaack!!" Tomoya squealed, her already injured stomach forced to constrict against Blaise's tight abs. Her breasts mushroomed against his pecs, and their faces were so close she could feel his breath on her lips. She might have appreciated it more, if she wasn't having the life squeezed out of her. "Stop!!" She demanded, becoming more breathless as she struggled and kicked about, trying to hit Blaise in his legs in a desperate attempt to escape!