Blazin' Bright (Blaise Cameron Vs Estelle Bright)

[Cosmos]

The first, cardinal rule of any combat sport is to know where your opponent is at all times. Or in other terms, never turn your back on them. Of course, Estelle has to focus on getting back onto her feet. You can't do much lying down, after all. And if she has to rely on the ropes and the corner post, then it's inevitable that her gaze falls away from Blaise. But then, it's also inevitable that the male will take advantage of it. Any sensible opponent would, after all! That's what Joshua wants to scream at her, even though he gave her his word that he wouldn't interfere.

Estelle's palms cling to the top rope. Back still sore, naturally. She feels a presence behind her. It can only be one person, of course. She feels the toned arms of her opponent constrict around her waist. Hugging her against him. Her rear meets his hips, and she blushes. Those chiselled abs resting against her back. Those pecs pressing against her shoulder. Once again, she's reminded of how athletic his body is. His arms squeeze around her belly, and then she's being lifted off her feet! "Whoa!!"

Her world is swiftly being inverted. The skylights above flash into her vision, before she sees the audience upside down. And the looming canvas that is awaiting her! WHAM! "Ugh!!" The back of her head and shoulders slam down with force into the mat as Blaise bridges her body, nailing her down with a German Suplex! Pain shoots through her upper body and skull, sending her numb. Her skirt flops down briefly, giving a glimpse of her white, laced underwear. Of course, she's too stunned to cover her modesty, spirals swirling in her eyes. Joshua could only facepalm at ringside. He had warned her that wearing a skirt in the ring would lead to situations like this...even as she chewed him out for suggesting it.

Fortunately, when Blaise releases her, the girl's legs come down. The brief glimpse of her panties vanishes as her skirt falls down with them. Leaving a dazed, if red faced Estelle lying on her back on the canvas.

[CyanDimitrik]

Accidental though it may have been, Blaise can at least appreciate a little incidental glance under the hood. He'll never admit to that, of course, but Estelle is an attractive tomboy. It is what it is! And for as pleasing as it is to admire the girl in this semi-compliant state, he can't ease up! Not when the moment feels like it's at its crux! So he doesn't linger on the moment, quickly gathering himself to his knees to look down at her stunned face. His gaze travels to her heaving chest, then to her flat stomach - there's his target.

Reaching out, he gives the girl's abdominals a quick, single pat to clue the audience in on what's coming. After, the spray grappler rushes to his feet, bobs twice on his boots, and suddenly hops over her to dash to the opposite ropes! Similar in fashion to what she had done previously, he leaps at the stretchy cables and plants his boots against the middle rope! It snaps him back, and his body arcs through the air in a smooth, single backflip. Arms and legs stretch outwards, pulling his own sleekly defined abs taut, before aiming to smash them down directly against Estelle's bared belly in his signature rebound moonsault, the Solar Flare!

[Cosmos]

If Blaise was guilty of catching a glimpse of her underwear, the male didn't admit to it. Whether it was because he was too gentlemanly to say it, or he didn't want to concede his guilt, Estelle couldn't be sure. It let her save face at the very least. Something to be grateful for. But with the back of her neck and shoulders being driven into the canvas, she's stunned with her head in a dizzy spell. The lights blinking above her. She can see Blaise peering down at her. Was he...checking out her chest? No, it was her abdominal region. Was that what turned him on? He gave the brunette a brief pat, his palm slapping her stomach as she laid there quizzically.

And then he climbs onto his feet. Bouncing up and down. Hopping over her, sprinting away. Huh? Where's he going? Estelle can tell the crowd is cheering. Joshua is calling out to her, but she can't make out the words. Blaise soars back into her vision like a plane coming into view in the sky, His body flips overhead, arms and legs held out. His toned abs glistening with sweat under the lights as they position down towards Estelle's exposed stomach, the girl catching on far too late to his move! "OOF!!"

The impact is like a pile of bricks crashing down upon her. The boy's abs collide with hers, forcing the wind to tear itself from her lungs and her lips. Her arms and legs flop up, briefly frozen - before coming back down to lie still on the canvas. Blaise is on top of her, those muscles of his pinning her down after the Solar Flare. He'll will definitely notice the rise and descent of her chest as her body naturally strains to recapture the air it lost. What's down to him is whether he goes for a pin, or decides to go for another move...

[CyanDimitrik]

It's an exhilarating rush, flipping through the air like this. It harkens back to his time as a dancer. No, nothing exotic - Blaise was a b-boy! Technically still might be! But it's been so long since he's engaged in anything of the sort, and has focused so tightly on wrestling performance that moments like these stand out especially to him. Both comfortable and enjoyable. Only one of those words applies to the girl he's landing on!

It's not really her fault. People aren't meant to be comfortable surfaces to land on; too bony! But it's less about that, and more about the fact that the girl he's landed on is noticeably attractive, setting his nerves more on edge. Fortunately, he has the match to distract from that. And it's working. Mostly. Feeling her body cave beneath his is exquisite, abdominals lying flush across her own trim abs. As her limbs kick up into the air, his left arm hooks back to catch her right leg, hugging her thigh against his side. This leaves his hand incidentally brushing her hips, and her skirt raised again, but from his angle? He's not seeing anything. Cameras, though? Audience? They might get their money's worth. His right arm props against the mat before him, back arching to push his sleek midsection tight across her belly.

The referee-girl drops beside the pair, hand raised. Her palm strikes the mat near Estelle's head with force enough to lightly feather her hair. "ONE!"

[Cosmos]

It might be exhilarating for Blaise, but for Estelle, there's a sense of foreboding. Followed by pain as his muscular frame crashes down upon her. He's deceptively well built. Sure, anyone can see he's athletic, but this kind of close contact? It's difficult not to notice the intricate feel of his torso. Abs like they've been chiselled from granite. His pecs, too, are firm. And as her legs kick up into the air, his left arm curls that toned bicep of his around her right leg, bringing her thigh against his side where she can feel even more muscle. Not to mention his hand brushing her hips.

He might not be seeing anything, but the audience and the cameras certainly got an eyeful. At least, judging by the sudden cascade of flashes and the wolf-whistles of the crowd. Estelle feels the heat rush to her cheeks. Not the most discreet of positions, as the referee falls next to them. That palm slaps against the canvas, where she can feel the brief ripple of wind brush over her face. "ONE!" The hand rises up to strike the canvas again, and that ruffle of wind streaks over her again. "TWO!" The hand climbs back up, seemingly going for one final, decisive count!

She has one leg lying down, at least. That heel presses into the canvas, and with momentum she bucks her hips up to force Blaise off her! She aims to tear her leg away from his arm, where hopefully she'll be able to bring it back down and cover up her modesty. Tilting her body on instinct onto her side, the girl is still red-faced as a result of the pin attempt.

"Umm...Blaise, could you...maybe..." Her eyes reflect her awkwardness, and her tone became a little harder. "Try not to treat everyone to a peek at my underwear, please?" She avoided mentioning that it was ultimately her fault for wearing a skirt. Although she can feel Joshua's eyes boring into the back of her, judgementally.

[CyanDimitrik]

Each slap of the mat sees Blaise press his body down a little tighter against Estelle's in anticipation. He could feel the impact of that splash so perfectly - he mashed her. And though he's certainly not the heaviest guy on the male roster, he's sleek. Firm. And he had a mixture of momentum and gravity backing him.

There's the second count. His arm tightens around her thigh, his legs spreading to disperse his balance further. But suddenly, the girl beneath him bucks free, forcing him to shift back onto his knees! He can't say he's displeased - he knows the Solar Eclipse hurts and can really take the fight out of someone, but he likes her well enough to prefer putting her down with a finisher. Something that'd make her look good. If he can, anyway! If it comes down to it, he has to win with whatever works!

He immediately reaches for her shoulder to continue the attack, pulling her to her knees with him, only to pause when she speaks. Bright blue eyes flit downwards to her skirt, and that brief flash of a memory of glimpsing her undies in their earlier moments.

"O-oh! Uh...," Blaise pauses to clear his throat, sheepish. "Yeah! I mean, I'll try. No problem, 'kay?"

Despite the smile he offers her, he's a little uncertain of his ability to keep that promise. She wore a skirt! He's gonna have to introduce her to cheerleader spanks or something. But for now, he'll try to spare her her dignity. Even if it might involve a little bit of a handicap in pins.

The thought is concluded with a gentle tap of his hand beneath her chin.

[Cosmos]

Estelle wasn't sure if Blaise was going to respond to her polite...request or not. The way he leans down, seizing her shoulder and bringing her up onto her knees, he seems determined to continue weakening her. But then he freezes, and Estelle captures those handsome eyes flicking down to look at her skirt. She regards Blaise with an unamused look, judging him. Well, okay. It was probably on instinct. But staring like that just made her a lot more conscious of her predicament. He better not be thinking anything lewd. Or having any kind of memories. Definitely not.

The awkward cough to dislodge his throat doesn't convince her entirely. Nor does the abashed look on his face. But at least he complies. To try. Some things are kind of inevitable in the ring. But lifting her leg by the thigh...that was something they could avoid, right? "Thanks..." She breathes out, letting the awkwardness exhale out of her. Before smirking. "So. Ready to get pinned?" She invites, placing her hands on Blaise's shoulders. But she's not taking advantage of the situation. She's merely finishing what he started. Guiding him up with her so they're both on their feet.

Estelle doesn't remove her hands once they're back up, however. Nor does she remove Blaise's hand from her shoulder. "You won't catch me off-guard this time, Blaise." The brunette warns him, as she begins to press herself against him for a second grapple test. Aiming to try and force him back to put him on the ropes...literally!

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise isn't sure how to interpret the look she's giving him. It's her own fault! Why does she look like she's judging him! She was flipping around and such earlier, herself! He is so helping her find athletic-trunks solutions to her wardrobe issues after this! But for tonight, he'll try to let her keep her dignity. Certainly no guarantees, though. He can't give up the match just to keep her skirt down!

The two are on their feet again, her hands on his shoulders, his hand on hers. He feels her start to pressure against him, and he quickly snaps the lockup back with her. Leaning into her, his brow lightly touching against hers, blue eyes to browns, heated breath tickling against her lips at this proximity. But she had the early lead on this one, leading him back into the ropes.

"S'gonna be you... on your back tonight..!," he replies, smirk touching his lips despite the struggle.

[Cosmos]

Maybe it is Estelle's own fault. But she's not going to admit that here and now in the middle of a match! It's neither the time or the place! But if Blaise intends to take Estelle shopping afterwards, he'd have to deal with her adopted brother. Her cautious, distrustful adopted brother currently observing them. He might have better luck trying to get blood from a stone. He's welcome to try, of course. It just may be more challenging than an actual wrestling match.

Estelle can feel those muscles of his leaning into her, their brows brushing together. Their eyes clenched upon one another, not looking away. And that heated breath of his, which she returns as she huffs out. Her persistence fortunately pays off, as she manages to inch Blaise, bit by bit. Until his spine meets the ropes behind them. Despite the disadvantageous situation he's in, he isn't faltering. In fact, he's smirking boyishly. It's kind of endearing, honestly.

Then he made a remark. An innocent remark. But one that caused Estelle to blush. Blush rather intently at that. "Wha...you...m-me...on my back...?" It was her turn to look sheepish, flustered by his choice of words. Then, she smiled. The kind of smile that would tell her male opponent just what kind of trouble he was in. "Okay, Blaise. Just for that? It's time for ul~tra~vi~o~lence." She sang the last two words, letting them draw out into the air, before shifting her knee back. And aiming to bring it squarely into the boy's gut, to force the wind out of his lungs and stun him.

[CyanDimitrik]

Oh dear. It seems things went a little mistranslated here! Blaise catches the blush, the fluster, her stammer. And then it registers, what he'd said - and how she may have taken it. Eyes widen, and it's his turn to fret. Well, fret and try to not let the mind wander in that direction. Granted, it's a little difficult not to let the notion linger a moment, being physically tied up with her, face to face, eye to eye, feeling her feminine frame, her muscles underhand, the smoothness of her skin.

"The, the what now?," Blaise asks. And then, a knee blasts into his tight midsection. "Ungf!" His grip on her immediately falters as he pitches forward, likely pressing more into her unless rebuffed out of the sheer need to double over after the hit.