[Standard Match] Elena Walker Vs. Blaise Cameron - Good Vibes All the Way....Or is It?

[Hitman45]

One thing was clear by now, Blaise wasn't to be swayed by the idea of being pressed against the swell of Elena's chest and the man chose to stand this ground. That's all right. It wasn't really meant to crumble his resolve. She would have been surprised if the man really had thrown in the towel, for the prospect of feeling up her bust. The man was here to fight, and a fight is what he was going to get.

As predicted, Blaise managed to glance the barreling left fist, despite feeling the sting and acting according to this particular situation, Elena's knee of the opposite leg followed closely looking to ram into his stomach. But Blaise managed to tank both of those hits undeniably well and saw an opportunity to turn things around.

His arm quickly wrapped over the raised knee and Elena found herself trapped in a headlock as well, feeling the man's sheen slicked cheek-skin graze her own and soon, would be hoisted and slammed backwards, successfully conjuring up a Suplex out of the blonde's offence!

"Aaarrghh!" Elena instinctively rolled onto her side with a grimace, a throaty groan emanating out of her parted oral orifice.

Pushing herself over onto her stomach, Elena would try to rise back up, her moments staggered from the ache radiating outward from the back. This man sure knew how to fight. His awareness and conviction to try such a maneuver was remarkable.

"Nnghh...you're right about that." Elena's voice carried a rasp while trying to push herself back up."I will surely be let down if what you just pulled was simple happenstance...due to the heat of the moment" Elena would look Blaise right in his eyes from below with an eyebrow raised.
"You better back it up, big boy" She spoke with a playful yet challenging tone, now keen to see what this man could do as she tried to hoist herself up.

[CyanDimitrik]

At last, a chance to take the momentum and capitalize. But if he were to do that, he couldn't really sit there and let the moment marinade. He created a pause in her flow - but that's all. If he wanted a real advantage, he'd have to keep at it. So as she speaks, he pivots over with a roll of the hips, ending on hands and knees looking down at her. And for her trouble, the blonde gets a boyish wink - before he's suddenly in motion again.

Kicking off with one leg, Blaise swiftly repositions himself behind her, hips against her rear. One boot plants against the mat as a point of balance and bracing, and his arms quickly lash around the girl's midsection from behind, bringing his toned chest tight against her upper-back, his abdominals against her lower. Arms squeeze inwards against her midsection, at first just to crush inwardly and begin sapping her core strength. Palms press into her ribs while forearms pull inwards into her stomach, biceps flexing with each steady uptick in force and pressure.

The grapple is meant to keep their combined weight pressing down against her arms and legs, daring her to compromise her balance to try to loosen the waistlock bearhug. If she were to topple to the mat beneath him, that squeezing force won't be going anywhere - it'll just be intensifying with little recourse. But ultimately, it's a setup - not the end goal. A moment to keep the pressure on and wear her down, with little expectation that it'll force a tapout or call for KO.

Granted, there's the side benefit of the grapple bringing their bodies tight together again, a point he can't easily ignore. His frame rests flush against hers, front to back, head tucked close against the gap of her shoulder. Each heated exhale beats against her neck, heart pounding against her back. His arms tense and flex, pressuring inwards along her stomach, letting him indulgently feel out the girl's abdominals, his hips pressed hard behind her.

"Still enjoyin' the fight?," he murmurs down to her.

[Hitman45]

Ohhh the man was having too much fun now, laying the blonde flat on her back. Seeing Elena struggled with the gnawing ache while pushing herself up, Blaise was of the opinion that this was the ideal moment to remind her about the tables being turned and ths he greeted Elena with a smug wink.

But no, he wasn't done there. In a flash, the man was gone from Elena's field of vision, much to her bewilderment and immediately after, she felt a pair of sinuous arms snaked around her flat,toned midsection—Blaise. She could also feel his perspiration-laden torso pressed against her back and the hot breath tingling her ears from the man's head nestled in the nook of the neck and shoulder.

"Uffff...." Elena's movements seized, as the pressure around the belly gradually amped up, with the flexing biceps of the lithe wrestler telling of his intention to squeeze the bite out of her. What started as a mild discomfort was soon starting to make way into a steady yet nagging ache, across the waist and though the extemely close contact of their heaving bodies and the rush of hot air into her ears did soothe her to an extent, Elena could feel her stomach muscles struggle under the weight of such pressure.

Her breaths started to sound heavy and forced, owing to the air being squished put of the lungs little by little. And the man chose the perfect spot to trap her, right when she was about to get up. Elena couldn't try to use her arms to pry away Blaise's, risking her balance and potentially leading to a worse predicament. She had to endure and power through it and that's what she was going to do.

With a huff, nostrils flared, Elena would try to continue hauling herself up, her arms straining and legs quivering and Blaise clinging to her was one thing, but squeezing her belly while doing so would hinder her progress to a large extent. But Elena wasn't one to back down from a challenge, especially here where both of the wrestlers were eager to one-up the other.

"Nnghh...You..seem to..ungh... be enjoying this...more than..mmhh..me" Elena smirked, though the strain from the effort was evident in her speech.

The fight, which had begun in the centre of the ring now found itself nearby the ropes and should Elena successfully get back up, with Blaise in tow, she was going to thrust her body backward with a grunt, hoping to ram Blaise into the turnbuckles!

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise was, indeed, enjoying the position with her. She wasn't wrong about that. He'd achieved the dominant position over the blonde, arms wrapped around her waist, squeezing inwards on her belly. And the best part? He could potentially stay in this position indefinitely! He has full leverage!

On the other hand, it gives him a chance to recuperate from the roughness of the match's start. She's feeling the strain, but he's only feeling her. Chest pressed tight behind her shoulders, his hips pressed hard against her backside, every few seconds he grips inwards a little tighter to cinch up against her stomach.

"Think that's a definite," he teases her, voice soft and husky against her ear. The moment doesn't necessarily call for flirting, but given how she'd presented herself to him earlier, it only feels fair! And even more fun, if he can get a noticeable reaction out of her.

She begins gathering her strength, and her shifts with her to keep his position against her back. Slowly, gradually, she struggles upwards with him until they're both standing. He has just a moment to feel the taut muscletone of her belly before she's rushing back, leading the two to thump into the turnbuckle.

"Unf!"

His arms finally release her waist, arms draping back over the ropes behind her.

[Hitman45]

Blaise cooing into Elena's ear the response elicted a minor shudder. The man knew what he was doing and why not? Seeing as the position they had found themselves in and the flirty banter earlier, it wasn't a surprise to see the lithe wrestler feeling his must bustier counterpart up. Elena wasn't one to mind it though.

What she did mind was the forearms constricting her stomach and restricting the airway flow in and out of the body, which started to hinder the blonde's inhalation. When she tried to push herself up, the struggle was there to see. Face contorted, beads of sweat trailing from the side of the head, ragged breaths and flared-up nostrils— Blaise could keep going all day and never break a sweat should this go on.

But Elena wasn't going to let Blaise have his way so easily. Ramming him hard against the turnbuckles, Elena would take a moment to collect herself, bending forward slightly, palms resting over the knees, as she tried to regulate her breathing. What she didn't have in mind was that this position rendered her shapely rear accentuated for the man to ogle and admire!

A few moments later, Elena was going to approach the man, eyes narrowed as she ran a finger along the side of his cheek."You're a cute guy...Why you had to do that, huh?" She would whisper close to him, her voice carrying a raspy lilt.

But Elena had something else in mind. While Blaise would be occupied, she was going to cock her free hand back and drive it into his abs and use the other arm to do that same , for about five times, targeting his defined midsection!

But that wasn't it. She was then going to drape her arm over the back of his neck for a Headlock to lift Blaise up and seat him over the top-rope!

Taking a few steps back, Elena would look at the man with a smirk."Hope the inspection of the goods were to your standards. But now it's time to get serious, eh? Can't be having the parents here covering their toddler's eyes everytime one of us makes a move..."

With that said, Elena was going to charge towards the ropes in order to mount them with ease, so that she could get Blaise into a Facelock again and slam him down with a Superplex!

But maybe, just maybe....the choice to running towards the turnbuckles and giving the man time, could bite her in the ass...

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise hasn't had much chance to wrestle people his size since joining LAW, and he's finding it handles rather differently to not automatically have the obvious size advantage. Granted, he still has an edge on Elena, but the fact that she's capable of looking him directly in the eye and standing toe to toe with him may be throwing him a bit! Not that he's complaining; it's exciting. The fact that she's severely attractive with a great body doesn't hurt. Being rammed into a turnbuckle does, however.

Her bent over posture has been noticed, but his mind is elsewhere - mostly on recovering and getting back into the advantage. But just as he's starting to exit the corner, Elena is on him again - not with offense, but with flirtation. Blue eyes meet blue eyes as he tries to determine her intentions, leaving him woefully open to her true machinations. Her fist ramming against his chiseled abdominals brings him back to reality, albeit breathless, pitching him forward enough to rest his face against her shoulder. Each blow to his finely honed midsection rocks his body against the corner post, the muscles absorbing hit after hit. In the end, he's left leaning heavily against her, body sore and slouching. She easily transitions into the headlock, and he's hoisted to perch atop the turnbuckle pad with a small sway.

At first, he doesn't understand what she means by inspecting the goods. But when realization hits, it earns a quiet, pained smirk, one arm looping his middle. Being at this elevation, he's very aware things aren't in a good spot. And to her credit, it'll have been the first time anyone in LAW has attempted a super-anything on him; once again owing to their even footing on size, no doubt. With a few hard breaths, he soothes the aching muscles - just in time for Elena to dash up the ropes again to meet him.

She secures him in the front guillotine position. But now, standing with her on the top ropes, he suddenly sparks to life again! His free arm draws back, only to swing in and drill into ribs! Twice! Three times to disrupt her offense! Head slipping from her arm, he instead wraps his arms around her waist, holding her body tight against himself.

"Let's give'em another reason to cover those eyes," he murmurs back to her.

Knees bend, and using the elasticity of the ropes, he launches from the perch with her body gripped tight against his. A lateral twist of 180 degrees at first, leading into a smooth, even graceful backflip primed to see Elena's back hammering against the mat from that high angle, immediately followed with the unrelenting press of his body atop hers. Her breasts, crushed beneath his hard pectorals. Her trim belly, smashed under his tight abs. Her feminine hips firmly meeting his masculine hips, and all resulting in him lying face to face atop her.

[Hitman45]

As she placed Blaise on top of the ropes to be slammed down hard, Elena had contemplated whether or not she should be doing what she was currently in the middle of — charging towards the corner to climb up the ropes to have an ease in lifting and throwing down the man. The plan in itself wasn't bad, but rather it was the timing that cost her dearly in this case.

So early into this fight, with both competitors feeling each other up, both literally and in context of the fight; it wasn't a wise decision to leave Blaise on his own in a predicament, from where any maneuver was to be a double-edged sword. She would come to regret it when as soon as she trapped him in the guillotine, Blaise started to fight back.

"Uofh!Ooof...Augh..." Elena heaved, the strikes to the ribs resonating their impact to the lungs as well, which forced some air out of the lungs of the blonde, causing her to cough and sputter.

But what Blaise attempted next, Elena didn't expect at all. It completely blindsided her, which was pretty clear to see when she landed on the mat! "Wh-What are you....AAAGHHH!!—" The blonde, in a literal sense saw the world around her spin. For a moment, the spectators were up on the ceiling, watching in awe and the bright,shimmering spotlights were looking fixed onto the floor and blasting their rays up. Everything felt inverted. And then....Boom.

Elena's scream but it got strangled as she sunk deeper into the mat. The impact hurt, but the surprise from maneuver and the sheer audacity of the man to attempt it from the top amplified the affects of it tenfold. Her vocal cords felt constricted as if they were being mashed by a lemon squeezer, only letting put throat groans and ragged whispers, which only dogs could hear.

Blaise though, was unharmed, finding in Elena, a nice supple cushion to land upon. And she too, despite the body-breaking move, could feel the heat emanating from his body, his chiseled abs pressed against her more flatter expanse, her busty chest heaving with his. Both of their faces were inches from each other, to the point their noses touched, Blaise's breathing ghosting Elena's skin, all of which kind of diverted her from her plight.

"Hello there...fancy seeing you, on top of me this time...can't a girl catch a break?" Elena whispered softly with a sly smile, craning her head up slightly, which immediately sent a spike of pain up her head showing that her body was still processing what had transpired...