Blazin' Bright (Blaise Cameron Vs Estelle Bright)

[Cosmos]

Blaise looks equally flustered, like Estelle did moments before! Okay, so perhaps it was an innocent little gaffe on his part. But Blaise doesn't realise he's on something of a tally right now. Strikes, to be exact. Strike 1. Complimenting her eyes to potentially catch her off guard at the start of the match. Strike 2. Showcasing her underwear to the crowd when he went for the pin. And now, Strike 3. Making that remark to her. Alone, these little mishaps could be chalked up to simply that. Little mishaps. But when you put them all together? Well, maybe he does have some underlying intentions here. Or is just naturally flirty. She knows a guy like that. One with golden locks who repeatedly tried to make moves on her exasperated brother-

Thaaaaat's a story for another time! She's focused on the here, the now. The present. She's just struck Blaise in the gut with her knee. Those sleek muscles of his are pressing against her. She's still wearing that impish smirk of hers. Now sure, Estelle has stunned Blaise via a strike to his midsection. But if you really wanna stun someone? There's only one way to go. And she's ready to take that path. Turning herself around, her back rests against Blaise, his body hunching over hers slightly. She takes hold of his head, guiding that jaw of his to rest upon her shoulder.

"Just remember...you asked for this!" Well, maybe not. But that doesn't stop Estelle from attempting to drop to her rear, bringing Blaise down with her, to nail his chin upon her shoulder! Aiming to deliver a stunner that he'll likely be feeling for the rest of the evening!

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise would, of course, protest that he in fact did not ask for this! He's been quite conservative in his requests, he has! Not even a pardon begged! The perfect shirtless grabby gentleman! But alas, these potential protests are not voiced, for Blaise's jaw is pressed over Estelle's shoulder. His hands move to her waist, instinctively aware of this position and its dangers. And just as she starts to drop, his arms lash around her stomach from behind in hopes of catching her - but it doesn't cinch in time. He's brought down to his knees behind her, jaw impacting the shoulder, and recoiling sharply from the impact.

Mind numbed, his body arches, and finally, he drops back to lie on the mat in a haphazard heap. One knee steepled, arms lying spread to either side, body left open invitingly, his face turned aside and eyes shut in a stupor.

[Cosmos]

Oh, Blaise will definitely be feeling that one for the rest of the night! Estelle felt his arms attempt to loop around her stomach as she dropped to the canvas, but it was too late at that point. Falling to her rear, she feels the tremor of the impact shiver through her body and nerves. Nowhere near as bad as her opponent is experiencing it right now, of course. She glances back behind her to see the fruits of her handiwork. One Blaise Cameron lying behind her. That body of his unprotected. Exposed. Beckoning for her to continue. And with his eyes closed. He almost looks like he's sleeping. And a cute sleeper at that. She hates to break the scene, but she's got to. All part of the game.

Estelle shifts herself around, onto her knees and palms. Drawing herself near Blaise's feet, as she begins to rise on her own. She remains hunched over, however. The firecracker taking hold of both of Blaise's legs and bringing them over her shoulders. Hands sliding up to his hips, gripping those azure trunks of his. Pressing her feet into the canvas. She hasn't really shown much of her strength in this match, and it was time the audience and Blaise knew just what the daughter of Cassius Bright was capable of.

"Up you go...!" Estelle huffs. Pressing her feet for stability into the canvas, she grunts and shows off her power lifts the dazed boy up! Balancing his legs over her shoulders, his hips in front of her face. Blaise's torso on display above her for the crowd in the air. It's a picture perfect position for a powerbomb, which is exactly what the girl intends to deliver next.

"Enjoying the weather up there?" She smiles, giving him a moment to register what's about to happen.

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise is quite compliant at the moment, still reeling from the hit and cursing his inability to clamp onto her feminine waist fast enough to prevent it. His legs are drawn into the air, and his awareness shoots to the fore quickly, his head filled with anticipation for a boston crab submission hold - only that's not what happens. Instead, she reaches lower. His eyes, still unfocused, open and try to spot her face, but she's nearly silhouetted against the overhead lights.

His hands paw blindly for hers as she grabs at his hips, and much to his shock, he finds himself being hauled into the air. His hands immediately lash against the back of her head, abdominals clenched as he curls up before ultimately finding himself perched on the girl's shoulders. Fingers sift through her hair, feeling along the back of her scalp, awareness caught between two factors - the first, that this is a terribly bad position, a powerbomb setup. The second? Her tomboyishly cute face is almost right against his hips, with his hands against the back of her head.

He swallows heavily, stunned into wide-eyed silence. He didn't ever expect her to pull off lifting him like this!

[Cosmos]

Estelle can feel Blaise clenching onto her hair, as if hanging on to dear life. And true, her face IS extremely close to those hips of his. His hands resting on the back of her head doesn't help either. Oh dear. Strike 4 for Blaise, perhaps? Well, no. This is ultimately a consequence of the move she was setting up for him. And to be honest, this is going to hurt him plenty. She couldn't make him suffer more, even if she wanted to. And she doesn't! Estelle only does what is necessary at the end of the day, no matter how much her brother might deem her naïve for it.

The noise of the crowd deafens her ears. She can see the shock in Blaise's eyes, and she bets he's not the only one taken by surprise. He swallows, hard and loud. It's the only thing she does hear, clearly. And then, it all comes crashing down. Estelle kicks her legs out from under her. Gripping the waistline of Blaise's trunks. Bringing her arms down, to force his back into a descent. Towards the canvas flying up to greet them. She aims to fall upon her rear, in unity with Blaise's body. With an impact likely to thunder across the entire ring, even shaking the very ropes themselves!

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise has been on the receiving end of plenty of powerbombs. Especially in his early career! He'd been subjected to so much damage, so much punishment - if it weren't for the fella's resilience and toughness, he'd probably have retired with injuries by now! But that's poor succor for the impact that's coming. Even the girl's pretty face being that close to his hips isn't enough to distract, nor the feel of her hair sifting with his fingers.

WHAM.

Blaise hits the mat with enough force to ring the connector links between the turnbuckles and corner posts. His body bounces once from the impact before coming to rest, either his legs draping her shoulders or sprawling spreadeagle on the mat before her, limbs fully splayed and body open to her. Eyes rest shut, mouth hung open, his chest rising and falling heavily with each hard, ragged breath.

[Cosmos]

Estelle feels the force of her move shudder through her body as she delivers Blaise to the canvas. It spreads down her arms, to her abdominal region, to her legs. And then out across the ring, to the ropes and the corner turnbuckle. The boy's legs hang over her shoulders as she remains seated. His arms laid out. The eyes clamped shut. Jaw agape. That chest ascending and descending with strained breathing. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. He looks cute like this, she has to concede. Maybe a little dorky, but still an adorable sleeper. The ref approaches the pair, preparing for a pin-count-

And is confused when Estelle lifts Blaise's legs free from her shoulders, letting them fall to the canvas. She could go for a pin, of that she is certain. But she needs to make sure there's no resistance truly left in the boy. No energy for him to fight back with. A surrender of will and strength, drained from his body. Rising up onto her feet, she fixes her gaze upon Joshua. The black haired boy watching her from outside of the ring, with folded arms. Judging her? Trying to anticipate her next move? He's probably guessed what she's going to do before anyone else. That includes herself. Her adopted sibling could read her like an open book.

Estelle makes for the nearest turnbuckle. Her feet clamber onto the ropes, as she climbs up and mounts the metal pole. The crowd starts to brim with excitement. Only a certain kind of move was really possible from this scenario. An opponent upon a turnbuckle. Their target lying on the canvas. It's not exactly rocket science. But the girl is very conscious of the fact that she hasn't gotten to display any of her prominent moves, her defining features and skills in her eyes. Blaise might disagree on the former, but that didn't matter. Because this is certainly going to make an impact!

Bending her knees, Estelle gazes upon the boy with a twinkle in her eye. Her fists clench. And then, she leaps from the top! Soaring through the air, twisting her body in a magnificent 450 degrees! The move was once utilised by her father as his finisher, and now it was hers, ready to finish Blaise with the Phoenix Wave!

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise lies on the canvas, the familiar feeling of mat behind his back. He'd grown quite accustomed to it over the years. Years spent getting bodied by various people, disappointing fans, just taking L's for so long. Things should be different now. But here he is, lying dazed, body unwilling to respond, at the girl's mercy.

It's like old times in the worst way.

He can even feel that disappointment in the air brewing, like smelling rain before the shower. Did he go too easy on her? Was he too worried about being a good guy to her? He can't tell. But he's braced to feel her weight press over him, to pin him down, conquering him.

It doesn't come, though. He feels the tremors along the mat of her making her way to a corner. She intends to destroy him convincingly in front of the audience, he understands.

Well. Heck with that noise. He aims to misbehave.

His eyes open, gaze bleary and everything spread, any movements sluggish. His arms flop mildly, testing his ability to ambulate. But when she dives at him from the ropes, he seems to lie flat for her... before tucking his knees. She'll receive nothing but a very hard, localized impact self-imposed upon her gut.

[Cosmos]

Estelle leaps from the turnbuckle. The end is nigh in her mind, as her body begins to curve through the air. It could be called ironic, finishing a guy who deemed himself 'The Phoenix' with a movie known as 'The Phoenix Wave'. Well, her dad came up with the name! And that was a good twenty years ago! Blaise couldn't really go for a plagiarism angle here! And that was probably the least of his concerns, considering how she was about to clip his wings. And therefore, his chance of winning tonight.

As she twists and her vision blurs in the rush to the canvas, the momentum shifts. There's a split second of change. The audience becomes tense. She can hear her brother yelling her name. Something's not right! And as she rights her body before the impact, she realises Blaise has his knees tucked! Primed and ready to intercept an aerial assault! Estelle's eyes expand in the brief moment available to her, just before the collision-

"OOF!!"

With no means by which to protect herself, her gut takes a brutal hit from the boy's knees. They stab into her abdominal region, forcing air to erupt from her lungs and explode from her lips. The nerves in her limbs go into a brief shutdown, causing them to hang as she remains briefly suspended over Blaise. And then, her body tilts due to gravity. Letting the girl collapse onto her side. The shock and pain is clear on Estelle's face, which is rigid. Struggling to process what had just happened. Her hands instinctively linger against her stomach, as she tries to bear the agony. Her abs feel like they're on fire right now. And not because she had just done an intense workout...

[CyanDimitrik]

He shouldn't. He knows he shouldn't. She planned to finish him there. But seeing the girl dangling from his knees, the sound she'd made, how she hangs limp - Blaise felt a little guilty. Riding the wake of his previous frustration, that pang hits uncomfortably; conflicting.

She sloughs off to the mat. Blaise sits up with a wince, looking down at her clutching her stomach. He can't afford to wait and let her recuperate. He keeps telling himself now, like an internal mantra, he has to see this through. He reaches for her, fingers hooking her jaw to pull her by the head on up to her feet. He doesn't bother trying to lift her from a doubled over position. Instead, with a firm yank, he tucks her head under his left arm in a front guillotine, mashing her cheek against his sweating ribs.

His right arm raises, index finger held aloft to signal to the audience that something painful was coming. The roar is reaching a fever pitch in the arena, many of them unfamiliar with his signature moves since his reinvention. But this one, he's sure they'll keep in their mind. That raised arm suddenly swings inwards, and his body twists with Estelle's neck, flipping her over suddenly and dropping in one sharp, severe motion to bring her down hard against her back on the mat; a gator roll slam he likes to call the Burnado.