Not a Walk in the Park: Blaise Cameron vs Cathy Jefferson

[Anime_dreamfighter]

Caught in a compromising position she may be, with Blaise's arms pressing her face flush to his lower body, but Cathy doesn't want him getting the wrong idea. Although she's officially bi, and perfectly capable of such a move, she has no plans to go down on him in order to win the match. On the other hand the subordinate position she's being held in could still pay dividends as she presses her firm chest deliberately against the unmistakable bulge inside the young man's wrestling trunks while tightening her arms around his lower back. With her centre of gravity so much lower than his now, if she can distract Blaise a little she might just be able to flip him on his back and take control of the match again.

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise is in no position (hur, hur) to make demands (hur, hur) on Cathy or capitalize on the situation. He doesn't want to change things up, and yet he does. And his brain can't quite agree on what way he wants things to change. It's indecisiveness at its worst, internal confliction at its best, and entropy at its finest.

Cathy seems to have plans, at least! Her arms hook his legs and presses her inviting bosom tight against his hips, which does absolutely nothing to help his brain settle or his mind cease its wandering. But the part two to it finally gets things going again, as Blaise is suddenly off his feet and thumping in short order against the mat, now flat on his back and sprawled!

[Anime_dreamfighter]

Cathy realises she's just engineered a lucky break for herself but at the same time is struck by her opponent's momentary indecision: is it possible that perhaps he's feeling something more than just professional rivalry at this stage? With a lot to do now, she files the idea in the back of her mind for future reference as she moves to capitalize on the young man lying on his back. Reaching towards Blaise swiftly, she grasps a leg before he can get up then does a spinning toe hold and reaches to grasp the other leg. If she's fast enough, she'll cross them into a Figure-four and fall to the mat, applying pressure to the young man's crossed legs with her own.

[CyanDimitrik]

She's fast enough, there's no question. Blaise is dazed by a number of things at this point, his brain still catching up from where it had been lazing around in the realm of daydreams. His mind catches back up to the tune of pain in locked joints and strained knees. "Aack..!," he yelps as the hold sets in. His arms fold over his face, bare chest heaving as the pain excites his breathing. His legs buckle and squirm, but find no release yet!

"Gh.. can't we.. go back.. to the other thing!?"

[Anime_dreamfighter]

"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" Cathy grins cheerfully as she raises her shapely ass off the canvas and shakes her booty hard to apply even more pressure on Blaise's trapped limbs. Although the hold can lead to submission she's not sure she'll be able to take it that far today, although it'll still be nice to slow the young man down a bit after some of the damage he's dealt her against the turnbuckle. At length, figuring that Blaise's knee and shin have been brutalised sufficiently to give him orthopedic complications in old age, Cathy releases him. Only to leap up and perform a leg drop on the knee that already looks weakened before rolling over on top of Blaise and raising said leg high in the air as she pins his shoulders for a cheeky snap pin attempt.

[CyanDimitrik]

The lifting of her rear and subsequent straining of the hold earns a sustained cry of pain from her male opponent. His body arches, writhing as much as it can in his leg-restraints, fists beating against the mat. Then all at once, the pain in his legs subsides, leaving them weakened and sore on the canvas.

"Nng.." Her leg drops against the knee, earning another yelp - though it's considerably less painful than the hold itself! She captures the leg in an instant and rolls over him, leaving his head metaphorically spinning.

She'll probably be on there long enough for at least a one count; possibly two! But his leg suddenly thrusts to kick his limb free, hands moving to her torso to help shove her body off of his.

"Kind'a..," he answers, delayed. "..pinning ya.. will be fine though.." He struggles to turn onto his side, hoping to gather himself up to his feet. If he's going to take things back, that'd be the best way to start it. Or she could give him a huge opening. He'd be fine with that, too.

[Anime_dreamfighter]

Cathy never really thought the pin would hold - she'll need to weaken him a whole lot more before trying that sorta move again. Mind you, after breaking out he's still only slowly turning on his side and the cowgirl see's another opportunity if she's quick enough. Lunging forward she delivers an overpowering open-hand slap across the face, landing Blaise on his back again. Then, suddenly recalling the alacrity with which he nailed her in the abs with his fist against the turnbuckle earlier, Cathy rears over him with a vengeful look and cry, clutching both hands together and swinging them downwards in a double axe handle, aiming right for his unprotected belly!

[CyanDimitrik]

Why, why, why must women be so keen on slapping? They leave humiliating handprints on cheeks and sting, not so much in a damaging way as shocking, but always elicit an equally-humiliating watering of the eyes. The yelp from Blaise and immediate covering of his face sounds off that he is not an exception to the rule. But the embarrassment is short-lived as his sleek abdominals are bashed forcefully, caving under the force and getting him to cringe inwards.

"Ghhkk..!"

After the impact, the teen drops flat onto his back again, gasping for air, chest heaving.

[Anime_dreamfighter]

Seeing Blaise lying flat out, gasping like a fish out of water, is too tempting for Cathy not to try and double down on the ab torture regime as she launches quickly, going tor a belly-to-belly splash. Assuming it lands successfully, she's grapevine the young man, putting additional pressure on the leg she's been working, while headlocking him into a close encounter with her pillowy breasts. Might as well use her feminine advantages to wear him down some more, she figures to herself wryly.

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise is only too open for Cathy's splash attempt, his abs receiving her belly. "Oomf!" His body curls around hers, the pleasure of feeling her body against his battling with the pain of her weight landing squarely against his unprepared midsection. He drops back down to the mat under her as she lies directly atop him, her body aligned enough to grapevine, his head pulled in against her inviting breasts. Unable to buck her loose from the pin - and partly unwilling - Blaise's hands move to her bare waist, body arched and squirming in moderate struggle, his body brushing against hers. He tries to tilt his head enough to still breathe easily while not really pulling back from the blonde's enticing chest, every breath counting after the hits he's taken.