Blaise Cameron vs. Queen Geedorah - Party Up!

[BlackAkuma]

Oy, and now Aaliyah was involved in this. Figured.

She really didn’t want to be. The only reason she’d even entertained coming out here was on the off chance that Blaise was a jerk and he seriously hurt Yo-Yo, which was clearly not the case at this point. She didn’t like hanging out at ringside, even though the two of them were tag partners, knowing that people would sometimes get the wrong idea when they saw her near the ring. But she’d been called out now, she was known, so she might as well mosey on over and introduce herself.

She propped her elbows on the apron just as Blaise brought Yo-Yo in for the pinfall count, with the referee sliding nearby to start it up.

”1…!”

No signs of life yet. Was Yo-Yo out?

”2…!”

”Shitthefuck!” Yo-yO came to life with a burst of wild energy, pushing Blaise off and scrambling over to her chest. Desperate, she tried to make some space and get back to her feet, probably hoping she had a moment to recover.

”Huh, look at her go.” She shrugged, then turned back to Blaise. ”Yeah, answering your question, I share a non-zero amount of genetic material with Yolanda.” She tapped her chest and gave him a short wave. ”Aaliyah, with two As on the top. ‘Sup?”

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise couldn't be quite sure what to expect from the taller girl. But he watches with interest, somewhere in the back of his mind thoroughly amused with how casual she is while watching Geedorah get pinned. Were he the spry little upstart presently lying beneath him, he might even be a little hurt and think it callous. But for Blaise? In the here and now, from his position? It's almost absurd how chill her approach is. And by the time she's brought her elbows to prop on the ring apron, she's receiving a full, pearly smile.

The referee smacks the mat for the first count. Blaise might've expected her to jolt to life, but... there's the second count. His head tilts to look towards her-

-And suddenly, she's alive again! Scrambling and tumbling away! Blaise is jostled quickly to his knees, keeping an eye on her. But with her trying to recover, he has enough time to introduce himself to - what did she call her? Yolanda? He is so going to use that now, because every instinct in him insists that it'll drive her crazy - Yolanda's mysterious family member.

"I could tell! She's got a cute face, it runs in the family!" And with his smile taking a playful note, he calls, "Blaise. With one B."

Lifting to his full height, he motions towards Geedorah and adds, "M'gonna go rough up your family now! Cool?" He lets the question hang in the air for just a second, giving her a chance to react before putting his full attention back on Geedorah. And he begins stalking in her direction, opting for a different approach with this girl. Normally, he's all about blitzing and technique. Tonight, he's shooting for menace. Intimidation. That's a very new one for him.

But the image is fearless, focused, his bright blue eyes burning on her hazels. And unless she skirts away, he snatches for her upper-arms to haul her up to her feet and bodily sling her into a corner post with an irish whip!

[BlackAkuma]

…was this dude hitting on her?

Aaliyah wasn’t the type to hang on every word she got from a guy, especially in a place like LAW, where free love was the order of the day. But after Blaise threw the whole ‘cute face’ thing her way, she couldn't help but pick up that vibe. Might have just been her imagination. Might have just been filler. She couldn't help but wonder, though, and it was enough to make her eyebrow quirk up. She didn’t have time to push the matter because he was back to business soon after, chasing after Yo-Yo.

Aaliyah just smirked and let him go with a quick way. ”You do that.”

Yo-Yo was just recovering when Blaise came in, stalking after her with strong, assured steps, closing the gap before she had a chance to get away. As much as she wanted to put in some offence, she was still seeing double from getting her face busted on the canvas, barely able to put two feet on the ground, much less mount a counterattack. Easy prey, and when her opponent seized her by the wrist and sent her running, there was little she could do but go along for the ride.

Her tiny body was hurled away, sent dashing across the ring, and she was only just able to turn her body at the last second to avoid having her tits caved in. She stayed there, lounging against the pads, arms draped over the ropes while she shook her head and caught her breath.

[CyanDimitrik]

Was Blaise hitting on her? The answer is... kind of. But in this particular setting, it's the result of a combination of perky mood, pretty individual in question, and a desire to see a stranger smile. But he'll settle for a smirk. Either way, crass lust didn't play into it.

Granted at the time he was lying across the toned belly of a hot-if-acerbic girl, and it would've been easy to let the appreciation of the feel of her body beneath him influence things - but really, he didn't ha e enough time to indulge for that to be a factor. He did, however, mean what he said; Yolanda has a terribly cute face, and so does her hitherto unknown relative.

At the moment, his focus is purely on the former. And seeing her bank against the turnbuckle, with her arms draping the ropes, spurs him to rush in heated pursuit! Heavy, rapid footfalls drive him closer before the rhythmic thumping ceases altogether! He springs off the mat, tilting forward with arms back and chest tensed up to collide his torso dead-on with hers in a body avalanche. After the buckle-rattling impact, his hard form would remain pressed into his opponent's smaller body, leaning on her.

"Still hangin'in there?"

[BlackAkuma]

Okay, so, this was not going the way Yo-Yo had planned. Obviously. She’d figured that she could get a good start on things with that opening barrage, knock this dude off his game, and drop him before he had the chance to adjust, but he had to throw a wrench into that by, you know, competent, which was a serious concern considering how she was sort of lacking in the skills department. She could recover. She’d be fine, but she needed a moment to come to terms with things. Like, say, having her head rammed into the canvas. Stuff like that.

Unfortunately, Blaise wasn’t about to give her any of that. She had only just begun to move out of the corner when he followed up and threw his entire body against, hammering her against the turnbuckles. Yo-Yo let out a squeaking cry and flopped back against the pads, utterly gassed, cough and wheezing after taking a hit like that. She shook her head, willing her senses to return, as the man loomed over her and spoke.

She wasn’t paying any attention to him, though. Instead, she was looking behind him, as the referee approached. It was hard to say for sure, but from this angle, she wouldn’t be able to see anything past Blaise’s body. So maybe, just maybe…

Screw it.

Yo-Yo looked back up to Blaise stupid face, reached up, and gave him a quick poke in his eyes, hoping that would give him incentive to back the fuck off.

[CyanDimitrik]

In fairness, Blaise was enjoying himself at her expense. She talked so much wild ish earlier, it's a little euphoric to be this dominantly in control. Especially for someone who spent years being the wrestling world's chewtoy. This showing is doing wonders for his image, even if by all accounts it probably looks like it would be one-sided. Legitimate wrestler versus teenybopper rapper, and all.

But even as Blaise leans into her body tightly, he's trying not to go so far that he hurts her. He's still not used to being so forcefully in the lead, he doesn't yet trust his sense for when he needs to ease up off the gas and not risk it. After all, even with his retraining and rebranding as the Phoenix, he is still Blaise under there; the same guy with a genuine love for wrestling, and an automatic admiration for anyone who competes. Injuring someone would suck.

So while he tries to shield her for discretion's sake, hoping for some indication of an answer that she's okay and not at the breaking point, this also helpfully obscures her from the inquisitive referee. She's marching over with the intent to tell Blaise to ease up out of the corner, per Chapter 4, Section 8 of the Boring Crap Referees Insist On handbook. So they both wind up playing into Yolanda's dastardly deed.

While he's busy thinking of her well-being and career longevity, she responds by prodding her digits into those big, expressive bright blues. With a startled, pained yelp, he recoils sharply from her, hands raised to shield the eyes. He stumbles back a few steps, bumping into the confused referee who has to sidestep and puzzle, agape, at the new development.

Blaise is certainly irritated now, at least. That was just... mean. He can take words. He can take pain. But fingers in the eyes, that's not really something other opponents have done to him before. Probably because they've never felt the need to. He's a victim of his own success, and the flare of anger that follows is as foreign to him as the aching sensation he's trying to dull in his eyes.

The audience saw it, though. And they did not approve of it. What's more, they're eager to let the rapper know about it, throwing a vocal tidal wave of scorn.

[BlackAkuma]

Yup, figured it would come to this. It took Yo-Yo longer than Aaliyah expected, but it was inevitable.

She’d always been like this, ever since they were kids. Talking a lot of big game, but the minute things got tough, she would either run away from the problem she created outright or find a way to cheat the system. It had gotten them in to no shortage of scrapes when they were kids, with the end result being that Aaliyah would have to fight their way out, more often than not.

But that wasn’t an option here. Yo-Yo had made her bed; for better or worse, that was where she lay her head for the night. Aaliyah just sighed, folded her arms, and waited for the ball to drop.

For the moment, though, things were going Yo-Yo’s way. She sagged forward, catching her breath as her opponent staggered away. She couldn't put into words how good it felt to hurt this bastard finally, but damn, was it satisfying. As much as she wanted to bask in the glory, though, she knew this window would slam shut on her fingers if she didn’t do something.

She was already in the corner, so she figured she might as well get the most bang for her buck.

With her back still against the pads, Yo-Yo jumped up and planted her feet on the middle rope, standing high above her distracted foe and waving her arms to keep balance. She took a moment to measure the distance, then breathe deep and launched herself out of the corner, pouncing on Blaise with her arms wide open, looking to crash against his chest and bring him to the canvas with a Lou Thesz Press.

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise probably should've expected something like this. She bore all the trappings of someone who'd take the cheap road to victory. Every tiger has its stripes, right? And yet, he still feels raw about it. There's something so deeply personal about jamming fingers in eyes, the inherent danger of it, the unbelievable and instantaneous pain that goes with it. Every second he spends reeling from the eyepoke is another second he is effectively blind, unable to spot her or know what's coming. He can dimly hear the referee asking if he's okay, trying to sort out what happened, but he doesn't have time to answer her. With one hand over his shut eyes, the other hand is busy feeling out in front of him, sweeping left to right and back again.

A body suddenly collides with him. Small, but firm. Curvy, too. But mostly, just firm in its impact. The feel of the cloth shirt against his skin registers shortly after, and only half a moment before he's brought down to the mat beneath the slender body. "Ungh!" He lands in a sudden sprawl against the ring, prone beneath her!

[BlackAkuma]

Yo-Yo was, by no definition, a heavy woman, but she didn’t need to be in this particular instance. Her 100-something pounds were more than enough to be a serious threat when it was sent flying through the air like a human projectile. She crashed into him head-on, and down they went with her coming on top. Where she was meant to be.

”Yeah!” She threw her arms up in triumph as she straddled his waist. ”Like that, bitch? You like-”

”Pin him, dumbass!”

”Shit!” With her cousin’s reminder, Yo-Yo threw her body over his, grabbed his leg, and leaned in for a pinfall attempt. The referee dropped down beside them and started up the count, slapping the mat next to Blaise’s head.

[CyanDimitrik]

Any confusion or doubt of who collided against him is instantly washed away the instant her mouth starts running again. His initial response is an irritable groan, briefly jolted when she throws her body down over his. His forearm drapes against his face, still shielding his eyes from the aching overhead lights as his leg is drawn into the air.

The referee-girl has dropped to the mat. Her hand strikes the mat.

"ONE!"

His body shifts a little beneath the girl, thigh flexing in her arm. His leg draws upwards against her thigh, and he draws in a slow, centering breath, pushing his chest ups against hers.

"TWO!" The mat gently reverberates under the strike of the referee's hand.

And Blaise twists to the side, throwing his other arm into the air and bringing his shoulder off the mat. Her weight wasn't hard to manage, but being tackled would disorient anyone! And the ache in his eyes wasn't helping! But he still had the presence of mind to recognize what was going on!

Tilted over, the forearm has to leave his eyes in favor of bracing himself on an elbow. "We are so not done...," he mutters to her, finally shooting her a bleary glare.