Blazin' Bright (Blaise Cameron Vs Estelle Bright)

[Cosmos]

Estelle took her workout routine as serious business, day and night. And she's been rewarded with an athletic, toned body befitting her tomboy nature. She'd been into wrestling from a young age, as opposed to playing with dolls and trying on dresses. Blaise is right to notice these elements of her. Of course, he shouldn't linger on them. The girl's priority is keeping him secured for the pin, his priority needs to be breaking out of it!

The second slap of the ref's palm makes Estelle suspect she might get the win here. A bit disappointing, if so. She wants to keep going! Her eyes fall upon her brother, who shakes his head with a slight scowl. Silently telling her that it's too early to celebrate. And he's soon proven right as the girl feels Blaise's hips buck under her! His leg yanks itself free from her grasp to break the pin. And those eyes of his snap open, as if someone has just flipped the power switch to bring him back to life. Estelle smiles despite the setback. Good! She wants a victory, but she wants to have fun more than anything. And an easily beaten opponent is no fun at all.

The girl turns, shuffling onto her knees. She takes Blaise's head in hand, gently, and steps back up. Guiding him with her. "Feeling alright, champ?" Her tone is friendly, even with what she has in mind. Once she and Blaise are back on their feet, she takes the boy's wrist in hand! And suddenly performs an irish whip, sending him to the ropes! Estelle primes her right arm out at the ready - anticipating Blaise to rebound back to her, where she'll attempt to nail him across the chest with a clothesline!

[CyanDimitrik]

They're not so different, as it would turn out. But that's a conversation for another time. When bodies aren't flying through the air, or they're not vying to establish dominance over each other. Either way, Blaise is propping himself up a little more by the time Estelle has shuffles to her knees, giving her a look that's both residually strained and amused. "Not holdin' back, huh?," he asks in response.

Indeed, even as his head is taken. The gentleness of it is noted - a rather unusual approach, as he's used to having his hair pulled and yanked around in the ring when repositioning is needed. So she's maybe a little nicer than opponents in the past, if even in small degrees. When she draws him in, he tilts with her, and finds himself flung back towards the ropes! Boots pound along the mat, pivoting on heel at the last moment to stretch the cables against his back, and he's slung back towards her!

Her arm lashes out, but the male has her read this time! He dips into a smooth roll, gliding past her on her right, easily continuing the momentum as he raises to his feet and continues the run. He springs into the air, boots planting on the top rope, and rebounding back in a snap! He twists through the air, angling himself towards her like a missile with one arm extended!

And at this point, her fate is in her hands whether she knows it or not! Should she be caught with her back facing him, that arm will hook her neck with full momentum to drive her down against the mat face and chest first in a flying bulldog. Should she have turned to face him, that same momentum - plus his full bodyweight - may yet catch her across the collar in a diving lariat to bear her down against the mat on her back!

[Cosmos]

Estelle can't really afford to hold back. Not in her debut match, against an opponent who hasn't exactly had the best of starts to their career. That doesn't mean she has to be rough with him, however. He's a person at the end of the day, who deserves respect. She can feel Joshua's gaze piercing into the back of her head, silently disapproving. But she wasn't going to compromise on her morals. Not like Blaise has done anything to deserve being treated like a ragdoll.

When she whips Blaise to the ropes, she's primed and ready. Feet stretched, poised like she's about to swing a baseball bat. Except Estelle's arm is the bat in this case. And she swings! Yet the impending sound and feel of her bicep colliding with Blaise's pecs never arrive. Instead, she staggers forward, stumbling as she misses her target. "Crap! Where'd you..." Estelle scans the immediate view in front of her, which is completely empty of any wrestling studs. Within the confines of these ropes, anyway.

Her ears catch noise behind her. Estelle pauses. Takes a deep breath. And scowls. "He's about to hit me from behind, isn't he?"

Her question was answered a second later, as the male's arm hooked around her neck abruptly. With forward momentum, propelled by Blaise from behind, the girl is thrown down to the canvas, face and chest taking the brunt of the impact as he drove her down with a flying bulldog! "Owww!" She flops down in a groan, clutching her ringing head. She's going to need a moment after that. Or several, even...

[CyanDimitrik]

As she makes her observation, indeed, the ominous shape of Blaise hovers almost in slow motion behind her like a looming, shirtless demon. And then-

WHAM.

Blaise hits the mat on his rear, quickly assessing the girl's condition. It's nice to get some payback, but he can't linger long! Even if there's an immediate, kneejerk desire to pause and make sure he didn't bloody her. That'd be a mistake! Besides, with the extra training he's had, he should be more confident in his self-control! So he tucks his knees beneath himself and quickly lifts to his full height. Reaching down, he hooks his arms around the girl's waist to pull on her stomach, bodily heaving her up to her feet. After all, he wouldn't want her getting her bearings again just yet!

But once on her boots, he pushes her shoulder to bend her forward, the other arm reaching between her legs to grab her opposite wrist and brace his shoulder beneath her knee. With a heft, he'll hoist the brunette high into the air, only to drop to a kneel and pull her down in an attempt to slam her lower back over his knee in a pumphandle backbreaker!

But after impact, he has no intention of letting go of anything other than just her arm. One hand moves to her chest just above the swell of her breasts, while the other hand sets over her far thigh, both pushing down to arch her body tight against his knee.

"How 'bout you? Ya doing alright?," he teases, head tilting to try to look down at her face.

[Cosmos]

Of course, Estelle might need several moments to recuperate, but any sensible opponent would press their advantage after nailing a move like that. And that's exactly what Blaise does, as his shadow looms over her once he's back on his feet. Those toned arms of his curl around her waist and lift her by the stomach, bringing her onto her own shaky feet. She feels the male push her shoulder from behind, causing her to bend forward. The other arm brushes against her thighs below, causing her to turn slightly pink. His own shoulder rests beneath her knee.

And suddenly, Estelle is airborne! The boy is lifting her up into the air - and its clear those muscles of his aren't for show. He's strong. Really strong. She doesn't weigh a ton (last she checked) but hoisting her up like this is certainly no small feat. And then he brings that lower back of hers down over his bent knee! "Aaaiieee!!" Her spine feels like a violent jolt of electricity just zapped it. And Blaise isn't letting her go either. A hand of his brushes just above her breasts, the other settling across her far thigh.

And then he presses down. Estelle's back bends uncomfortably against his knee, her body contorting into a painful, inverted 'U' shape. "Owwww...I've...been...better...!" She retorts through clenched teeth to the teasing male currently putting her through this agony. Trying to withstand the pain and get free. Yet it's hard to struggle with the iron grip Blaise has on her body. "Watch your...hands...mister..." She mouths up at him, as her spine continues to burn in torment.

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise can't help but smile a little at the tenacious girl's reply. Even when put through what's clearly terrible pain, she has enough spunk to make remarks! And from this angle, he can clearly tell she's hurting. After all, he isn't exactly holding back on her!

His gaze flicks down to her body, noting the tension and strain. Her stomach being the most prominent point in her body at this angle, any abdominal tone likely all the more visible in this strain. Suddenly, her remark about his hand gets his attention. "Ah?," he asks, glancing towards her face again. "I assure you, my hold is perfectly Christian," he jokes, affecting a haughtily offended air.

And then it's right back to business. Every few seconds, Blaise adds a little more pressure with his hands to force her into a tighter arch. He leans in closer to her, steadily pushing the top of her head towards the mat bit by bit. Pectoral muscles lower gradually towards her belly, until the warmth of her skin can be felt - and then a final push to finish bridging her over his knee, his chest pressing against her abs. "Ask her, ref'!"

[Cosmos]

No matter how difficult a situation she's in, Estelle is always one to talk back. Her dad certainly had his hands full raising her. So did Joshua, being her brother. And that's why, in spite of being at Blaise's mercy, she's going to make sure he knows the rules here. Touch more than necessary and... well, the pain Estelle feels right now would be nothing compared to what she'd do to Blaise. Of that he could be certain.

The tension of her body straining against his knee is clearly noticeable. He's not holding back on her in any regard. But when he makes that joke, behaving as if he's mock-offended, and she gazes up at his face...it's hard to be mad at him. Blaise is only acting as an opponent should, after all. And he reminds her of that as he applies a bit more pressure against her, arching her back even harder across his knee. He leans in close - her head coming down nearer towards the canvas, with her ponytails already brushing against the mat. She can feel his body drifting ever closer towards her - the sweat glistening from the pain, threatening to mix - and then the final bend brings the girl fully over his knee, his perfect pecs assertively pressing upon her abdominal region! "AaaaaaaAAAAHHHH!!!!!"

The ref comes down to Estelle's head, on Blaise's orders. "Do you submit?!" It's tempting...her spine is being put through the ringer, and her abs are also straining from the torture of the hold. Blaise has her well and truly locked in. But she's a Bright. And Brights don't throw in the towel that easily, as he was about to find out.

"I..I..." Her stutter was like a tease, keeping the audience, Blaise and Joshua on edge. "I don't!!" She cries out in defiance. Her hands spring up to Blaise's wrist, attempting to pry his hand from lingering above her chest any longer!

[CyanDimitrik]

The good news on any extra-curricular hand-activity front would be Blaise actually isn't likely to take things too far! Being respectful - as respectful as a guy can be while hurting a girl - is important to him! He signed on to wrestle with her, nothing else! Not that he doesn't notice her, or the feel of her skin against his, or appreciate the personality he's seeing. Ahem. Doesn't change anything! That hand shall not meet boob! At least not on purpose.

She cries out, and Blaise locks it in, waiting with rapt attention. Is this it? Can she withhold? He can't see her face anymore from this angle, only the referee. He can see the tension in one of her arms, he can feel it in her thigh, in her core as his chest presses into it. But he holds... and he waits...

She refuses! And just as suddenly, his hand is shoved from her chest, disrupting the balance over his knee! "Ack!"

[Cosmos]

It's a tense moment for a lot of reasons. But mainly for the anticipation of whether Estelle will yield to her opponent or not. Joshua is watching from the ringside, hands curled into fists. Silently urging her to stay in this. She doesn't need her brother to tell her that! She knows she'll be doing a disservice to their family name if she gives up here and now. With her hands on Blaise's wrist, the girl manages to exert enough force on the surprised male's limb to shove his palm away from her chest, upsetting the balance of her body across his knee as she rolls free!

"Uffhh!!" Estelle hits the canvas on her side, rolling until an obstacle is in her path. A metal pole. She's near the corner. Taking the bottom ropes in hand, she wills her legs to co-operate with her. Getting up on one knee. Then the other. Hands on the middle rope. Climbing onto her feet, the girl's back is certainly sore after all that abuse it took from Blaise's knee. Her body sags against the steel turnbuckle as she pants, focused on trying to get up and not the male adversary behind her...

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise, meanwhile, was left kneeling on the mat, the hand previously pressuring her chest now bracing him against the canvas. He watches her roll end over end before meeting the turnbuckle post, taking stock of her movements, the stiffness and sluggishness... all signs most would celebrate, given they're in a wrestling match requiring one to be worn down enough for a fateful pinfall. And that's not to say Blaise doesn't take pride in the result of his work! He just doesn't bear the girl any ill will! Being a wrestler is complicated sometimes.

The thing he absolutely won't do, however, is pass up an opening! That's been trained out of him at this point. That's the old Blaise. This is the new Blaise. The Phoenix Blaise. So as the girl shakily lifts herself, Blaise lifts to his full height and closes in behind her. At the last moment, his arms lash out to hook around her bare stomach from behind, first to cinch her back against him. Her rear pressed against his hips, his abs against her back, pectorals behind her shoulders. The arms bite in against the girl's stomach a little tighter, and his back arches, with the intent to bridge backwards with her and drive the back of her head and shoulders against the mat behind him in a German suplex!

After which, the hold would be released! He doesn't intend on pinning her quite that way!