Blaise Cameron vs Makie Akamatsu

[Underdoggo]

Makie's fist slammed home against Blaise's firm abs. The result wasn't what she had hoped they would be: punching Blaise's thick abdominals felt like hitting a brick wall. Still, it did the trick, forcing Blaise to release her, even if only briefly. That gave her the window of opportunity she needed to then shoot her fist upwards, catching him in the chin. This actually did the trick, snapping Blaise's head back and sending him sprawling into the ropes.

Now staggering on her feet, Makie took a few seconds to regain her balance. She was hurting. She was battered. But damn it, she was still in this fight, and now she was going to make sure that Blaise knew it.

With a wordless scream, Makie burst into a run towards the opposite ropes, rebounding off of them, before running back at Blaise while he was struggling against the ropes. Leaping forward, she would try to deliver a drop kick against his exposed back, eager to repay him for his various submission holds and doubly eager to get back into this fight!

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise gave his head another couple quick shakes. She's not a big, or physically imposing girl, but it felt like there wasn't any wasted space on her physique. She's fit; strong, tough, and it translated into that punch he's now recovering from. Hearing her yell, he blinks away the remainder of the daze and starts to lean back off of the rope. Those heavy footfalls reverberating along the mat signal that she's on approach before abruptly stopping!

Blaise's back is suddenly impacted by a pair of boots, thrusting him tight against the cables. They stretch against his pecs and abdominals, his arms lashing out to either side in recoil with a pained cry. As the ropes snap forward again, he's tossed back, hitting the mat hard. As he lies there, his back arches again in pain, feeling like someone had taken a baseball bat across his spine, eyes squeezed shut as he writhes.

[Underdoggo]

Makie's kick had worked better than she had hoped for: true enough, they had slammed home into his back, sending him sprawling backwards into the ropes with those impressive pecs of his. The force of the impact, tough, had been enough to make him rebound backwards, crashing onto his back with in an ungainly heap. Now, for a nice change of pace, Blaise was on the mat, vulnerable. Things were definitely turning around for Makie now.

Picking herself back up, Makie crawled up to the middle ropes and raised a fist to the crowd. "LET'S GO!" the Japanese wrestler yelled, eliciting a cheer from the audience, before she sprang off the ropes, aiming to come down on the prone Blaise with a sunset flip. If she managed to crash down on her opponent without any interruption, then she would immediately grab his leg and try to wrap him up for a pinfall!

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise lands in no position to defend himself, his back... well, ablaze in pain from the kick he'd endured. And the moment he landed, his body arches upwards in recoil, seething through his teeth. It is, however, short-lived. Makie isn't wasting much time in capitalizing on Blaise's fallen form. She flips over to land on him, forcing his body to slam flush against the mat beneath her. "Ungf!"

From there, the girl has an easy time tangling her body against his in any way she seems to desire. He lies stunned beneath her, eyes squeezed shut in the moment, bare chest and abdominals rising and falling with each labored breath, skin lightly sheened in sweat. His leg is drawn into the air, securing a pinfall position for her, and the referee is quick to drop beside the pair.

"ONE!," her hand hits the mat to begin the count.

[Underdoggo]

Makie is breathing hard at this point as she practically drapes her body against Blaise's, trying to cover her larger opponent as much as possible, her lighter form pressing down against his chest as much as possible. She could feel his bare abdominals rising and falling underneath her, and she could only hope that that superkick of hers had had enough juice to keep him down as she caught her own breath, silently counting down with the ref.

"...TWO...THREE..."

[CyanDimitrik]

Were this a regular match, she might've scored the win there. Blaise is still reeling on the mat, but the breathing is starting to slow, to ease. Not quite acclimating to the feel of Makie's body pressing into him - a primal part of the brain won't let him grow accustomed to that, it only adds tension - but refocusing. The warmth of her body is inviting, though. The feel of her heartbeat against his chest, her heavy breathing mixed with his.

"FOUR!"

Eyes open finally, his head turning a little in her direction. He's recuperating - maybe with the added indulgence of keeping that feeling going just a little longer. But she'll be able to feel his body stirring beneath hers, the preparation to kick out growing.

"FIVE!"

He's had enough time. Blaise's hips buck and his leg thrusts, kicking out of her grip and breaking the pin!

[Underdoggo]

Makie was getting close to a win, she knew. Blaise had been down for longer than a three count: the moment the count reached four, her heart leapt in her chest. The moment it reached five, she was becoming giddy with excitement. Could this be it? Could she actually be about to score a long pinfall on this tough opponent? Could she be about to score a win in LAW in grand style?

Blaise answered her by bucking underneath her, throwing her off. With a cry of frustration, Makie slammed her fists against the mat. Fine, she thought. If Blaise was going to be stubborn about this, then they might as well do this the hard way.

Standing back up, Makie grabbed a hold of Blaise's boot, itching to repay the favour for all of those submission holds he had put her in earlier. Locking her own legs around the trapped limb, she would drop down onto her back, grabbing a hold of his boot and twisting it painfully to the side as she tried to hyperextend Blaise's leg in her signature legbar submission finisher! Gritting her teeth, she would try to arch her body, torquing Blaise's leg as much as possible to wring a submission from him...

[CyanDimitrik]

Whether he remained down due to the force of the kick or as a tactical moment to recuperate, the audience probably can't tell. But in reality, it was probably a little bit of both, with an added dash of simply existing within the moment of relative peace lying with his tomboyish opponent. But alas, the moment had to end, lest it fully get away from him! And with a buck of the hips, a shoulder was raised and the weight of the feminine opponent alleviated from his sleek frame.

"No fall! Only five!," announces the referee-girl.

Blaise gives his head a quick shake, scattering the hanging bangs briefly in an effort to clear his mind. He has some ground to make up with her. But unfortunately for him, Makie wasn't wasting much time beyond a brief fit of outrage. His boot is snagged, and rather quickly, she's latched onto the leg, scissoring thighs with thighs and hyper-extending the joint. "Aaagh!"

Pain instantly shoots through the limb, teeth gritting and back arched, defined chest pushing towards the skylights. "Gnnhh.." Prior to his phoenix-esque resurgence in LAW, he might've found himself trapped and enduring her hold. But that's no longer the case! Ring awareness is heightened, the battlefield between the four corners his new stomping ground - and he distinctly recalls the cables of those ropes bearing into his chest before feeling her weight crashing onto him. The ropes are close.

"No!," he protests suddenly, lashing his near arm out to hook onto the bottom rope in hopes of forcing a break. Not that the girl could've won with a submission, but letting her wear down his leg wasn't an option!

[Underdoggo]

If there was one part of her body that Makie was the most proud of (at least, as far as pro wrestling went), it was her legs: muscular and well defined, Makie relied on them a lot for her speed and for the high-flying maneouvers that had become her trademark. One of the upsides to having powerful legs, though, was that she could also deliver a killer scissor hold. This wasn't quite a scissor hold, mind, but Makie could tell quite quickly that Blaise was not enjoying it either way.

Gritting her teeth, Makie clung on to Blaise's leg, using her grip on his boot to arch her whole body, torquing the hold even tighter in the process even as she twisted at his boot to bend his foot the wrong way. She knew from experience how painful hyperextension of the leg could be, and worked the hold as much as she could. Even as she felt her butt and back slide against the mat, as Blaise began the painful crawl to the ropes, she kept on stretching at the trapped limb. She couldn't wring a submission from him, she knew, but she might just be able to weaken him, and maybe leave his leg hurting enough that it would slow him down later in the match...

Finally, the ref told her to break the hold, as Blaise finally grabbed the bottom rope. Wordlessly, she unwound her legs from around Blaise's, and used her grip on his boot to actually push him forward, trying to position his head under the bottom rope, before she finally released him. Her reasons for doing so quickly became apparent as she slid through the ropes and stood on the outer edge of the ring apron: with a wordless cry she would run forward, extending a leg to bring it down across Blaise's face while he remained partially under the ropes!

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise found himself being put through the veritable wringer with this girl, rather surprisingly kept off-balance here! The pin attempt served as kind of an opportunity to get a breather, but only kind of. The fact that Makie is an attractive girl who was trying to cover him wasn't exactly lost on him, and that kind of setup doesn't really work well with the notion of resting. Hearts beat a little faster, tension builds a little tighter - it can't be helped!

But the submission hold to follow made it even worse. And now, after having grabbed the rope to force himself free, he finds himself a little sluggish in response. Makie slips through the ropes and succeeds in landing the leg against his head, forcing his body to jolt from the impact and his mind to blank for a moment. He writhes against the mat, arms briefly uncoordinated.