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

[Hitman45]

Elena could feel the pain from her gut radiating outwards as the seconds passed, made all the more uncomfortable by the presence of Blaise on top of her, draped across and pushing his weight down onto her. The Splash was aimed squarely at her belly and the flat expanse gave in in with ease, allowing Blaise to sink into her her. Air whoosed out of her lungs with urgency and within seconds, Elena was gasping for breath.

Blaise certainly looked proficient in the aerial aspect of wrestling and it showed here, as the man now went for the pin by hooking her legs up, signalling the referee to begin the count!

"ONE!! TWO!!..."

Elena couldn't move much as the referee breezed past the first count, save for her body squirming weakly. Air was severely lacking in her lungs and they were fighting tooth and nail to gooble up anything available around her vicinity. Onyl when the referee hit the two count did Elena's struggles got more vigorous. And the Blaise's smug expression as he kept her pinned only fuelled her to kick out with intent.

"T—" Just the as the referee woman had enunciated the sound of the first letter of the number three, Elena thrust her hips up with a loud grunt, to buck Blaise off of her and roll to her side, clutching her stomach. "Looks like I got to stop playing around as well, yeah?" the blonde would crane her head to look at the man, speaking breathlessly, but with a smirk curved up her lips...

[CyanDimitrik]

You can glean a lot while pinning someone, particularly about their body. The way they move, their muscletone, their weight, even how much energy they have left, or how much damage you've done to them. Being in the pinning position isn't exactly foreign to Blaise, but it's one he gets a thrill out of regardless. And wrapping Elena's leg against his side while pressing his tightly-packed abdominals across her stomach is telling him quite a bit. Feeling her body squirm, struggling to catch her breath, the way her stomach sank under him...

The two-count comes along, and Blaise nods sharply with the strike of the referee's hand against the mat. He felt how hard he'd landed across her; it's possible this is it. Possible that he found her weakpoint and drilled it. As the hand comes down for the third and final count, he feels her abdominal muscles tense beneath him, and her hips buck up, brushing against his hand and kicking her leg free. He's jostled aside, ending on his knees and looking down at her as she twists away onto her side.

Breathing hastened, a little more labored, Blaise leans forward to grab a fistful of her pretty blonde hair near the top of her head, similar to how she's pulled him along insofar. The other hand grabs for her bicep, both pulling to begin hauling her up to her full height, her back turned to him. "Wouldn't have you any other way!," he says back, voice raised just enough for her to hear him over the crowd. That's been the going theme between them, after all - aside from flirty, sexually charged moments consistently throughout.

[Hitman45]

It's always a good feeling in wrestling, seeing the opponent so close to victory that they could probably taste it, only to have the rug pulled from underneath them at the last second, meaning they had to put in the work again, and again, and again depending on how many times said outcome was the result. Elena was no stranger to this, having been on the receiving end of this bitter experience time and again throughout her career. What mattered was how the wrestler bounced back from such a setback and keep their momentum going.

This time, it was Blaise's turn to feel it, having seen his chances of a quick victory blown out of the water when Elena kicked out, soft yet firm belly pushing up against ripped, chiseled abs as she bucked her hips upwards. The blonde's breath came out in ragged gasps, her hand clutching onto her midriff which was still feeling the compression dealt by the aerially sublime maneuver of her opponent.

"Gah!..C-Come onn man..Not the haiir!" Elena whined, feeling herself being pulled upto her feet by the hair and bicep, her legs quivering for a moment from having to balance the body all of a sudden.

Hearing Blaise almost daring her to let loose, a sinister smile crept up her face while she was turned away from him, prompting her to slowly turn to face him."Huh...Suit yourself..." Elena's tone carried a sort of nonchalance, the words rolling out of her tongue in a very casual fashion, which was about to be followed by not-so-casual practical demostration.

A Kick to the side of his knee was going to follow, her training in Kickboxing coming to the fore to boost the impact and the placement of the hit, which was aimed at destabilizing him, and open the man up for a meaty European Uppercut!

Spoiler

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise was pretty sure she'd grabbed and pulled him around by the hair before in this match so far, so her pleas to leave her pretty blonde locks alone were ignored! Granted, he's not yanking her around by the hair, only using it to helpfully steer her around, so it's less than it could've been! Besides, there's something inherently fun about pulling an opponent by the hair - he suspects just about everyone feels that way. Moreso when the person in question is someone attractive. It's almost flirty, in a way. Flirty and rough. Just the way he suspects Elena likes it.

She rotates towards him, and Blaise gets ready to go back to town on her. Her hair is released in favor of grabbing her by the shoulders, only for her leg to thump against the side of his knee. "Ungh!" He twists inwards a little, favoring the leg. Her shoulders are released in favor of preparing a lower guard, only for her bicep to thump against his jaw, causing his head to whip back. He staggers back a step in a daze and drops to a kneeling position, giving his head a quick shake.

[Hitman45]

It was evident on Blaise's countenance that he hadn't anticipated Elena's fightback to go the way it did. He preferred to protect his lower regions, out of instinct from the first contact of her strike aimed at the knee, that had left his mug open to be clocked by Elena's arm, which left his head rattled and got him into a kneeling position.

Blaise was cute, not doubt about. And they both had engaged in suggestive banter and traded quips laced with innuendos frequently throughout this fight. It was all enjoyable and Elena certainly loved it, letting loose and horse around in such a serious setting as a wrestling ring. But she hadn't forgotten the task at hand, which was to fight the man opposite to her and their dance laden with playful jabs and quips had to take a back seat for now, or atleast not come at the cost of their focus and concentration.

"This position suits you really nice..." Elena smirked knowingly and gave Blaise's shoulder a pat before going behind him with a languid stride.

There wasn't going to be any warning, nor a heads-up. Just cold, calculated precision with which Elena was going to spin around on one leg and use the torque to smash the heel of her other leg against the side of Blaise's face, with a Spinning Kick! It wasn't going to be all sunshine and rainbows from here on out, that was for sure...

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise wasn't really sure where to put his expectations with Elena, really. But he's enjoyed that she has a personality - that she's not strictly focused and clinical in her approach to a match. If he's going to be spending his evening grappling with a woman, he'd prefer the woman be someone he might like in another context, at least! And for many, that seems to be lacking. Still, he's not lost sight on the point of this match. He intends to make a name for himself.

Well, a new name. To escape the old name he was burdened with. He's been making strong strides there, but he can't afford to relent.

So the uppercut, it doesn't shock him. It doesn't put him in a bad mood. It rattles his brain and clonks his teeth together unexpectedly, but that's the nature of this full-contact sport. The pat on the shoulder, he doesn't really have enough time to register before she's suddenly behind him and driving her boot against the side of his head. His mind blanks as he's pitched aside, hitting the canvas on his shoulder first, before rolling over onto his chest, his arms instinctively wrapping around his head. The toes of his boots kick against the mat, his world nothing more than a shock of throbbing pain at the moment.

[Hitman45]

Elena stood beside an almost-limp Blaise, hands on hips. A small smile formed on her lips, but her eyes conveyed intensity now. Their verbal exchanges would surely continue, both of them weren't the type to keep quiet, especially after what had transpired between them till now, but those were just the sides, the sides to a very engaging and competitive main course, in which the blonde was currently having the upper hand.

Blaise was looking down and out for the time being, which meant Elena could continue what she had in mind. She was going to get on one knee beside Blaise and grab ahold of his arm, near the elbow and the knee of the corresponding leg, and roll forward from over his stomach to the other side, such that Blaise would be hoisted over Elena's shoulders in a Fireman's Carry when she would land on her feet again.

With grunt, she pulled herself onto the feet, the man hauled up and approach the nearby corner with a purposeful stride. The people were still applauding Elena's improvisation to lift Blaise up, and when Elena dropped the man, stomach first onto the top-turnbuckle, they gasped and watched on with anticipation.

"You got a nice set of abs there, ma dude, let me show some appreciation...." Elena whispered into his ear ever-so softly while adjusting his position so that his midsection was suspended mid-air, with arms and legs hung on either sides of the turnbuckles.

Elena was going to shoot her leg up to Kick Blaise squarely in the stomach rapidly about five times with one leg, and repeat the action with the other. The spectators would count as each kick buried itself into Blaise's chiseled abs repeatedly without a break. Finally, to top it all of, Elena was going to us the cables beside to give herself a boost to leap up and deliver one final gut-busting Enziguiri style kick to his stomach!

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise emits a low groan as Elena rolls over his torso, half expecting to feel her lying over him for a pin attempt. But instead, he finds himself hoisted across her shoulders. One hand rests on her waist, the other at her ribs while his legs dangle.

He doesn't have long enough to puzzle out of the predicament and, more to the point, clear his mind from the dazing effect of the kick before she offloads him gut-first onto the turnbuckle. "Guh-!" He cringes inwards, but before he can roll off, Elena seems to position him just so.

Now, Blaise happens to be quite proud of his abdominals. He worked hard to get them to that point; not only in tightness and strength, but in toughness and durability. Having strong abs goes a long way for someone who uses a bodysplash as a finisher, focusing on bringing those abs down against an opponent's stomach. The goal is always to have the harder stomach of the two, and he's not sure he's ever encountered an opponent who could top him there yet. But with all that said, punishing blow after blow digging into those abdominal muscles when suspended and defenseless will carve away at those defenses pretty quickly.

Each shot causes his body to lurch and spasm, with the last kick to his sleek midsection causing him to crumple up and likely spill from the corner to the mat in a heap. His midsection is blasting in pain, his strength sapped.

[Hitman45]

Elena saw to it that each of her kicks were striking effectively and accurately against Blaise's midsection, which saw his fortified stomach giving in little by little after every foot that drove inwards ruthlessly. She could see the work Blaise put into his abs reflected in their durability, and her way of appreciation was testing their limits.

The final kick saw the man crumple onto the mat with a dull thud, his midriff drained out of any tangible resistance from the looks of it. Light patches of red had formed over the regions where the blonde's feet had been driven repeatedly, and probably with a heightened sensitivity around the area.

Elena was going to turn her back on a struggling Blaise to sway towards the opposite corner, and turn around by the heels of both feet with a graceful twirl and eye Blaise, and then charge!

Her eyes conveying a sinister intent and smile wide showing the pearly white teeth as she surged, she was going to keep at the abdominal assault, this time aiming to punt Blaise's abs with a Penalty Kick!

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise rests stunned in the corner, arms wrapped around his throbbing abdominals. Knees pulled up, his upper-body hunched forward with his head resting against the knees, he looks like he's in rough shape after that barrage. Normally, someone may not even be able to move after so many hits to a concentrated area; but in professional wrestling, you get two types. The types who take a beating, and the types who endure a beating.

Throughout Blaise's career, certainly before he became the Phoenix, he had two things going for him. One, an encyclopedic knowledge of professional wrestling moves that he could never seem to fully utilize effectively for the win. And two, the durability to weather relentless abuse to a practically masochistic level. And though since his reemergence with significantly improved training, technique, and tenacity he hasn't had to pool on those reserves nearly as much, he's starting to draw on them now to urge himself into motion so soon after the beating.

With abdominals aflame in pain, he crunches himself in and tilts forward, setting onto hands and knees. And this seems to line up perfectly with what Elena has in mind as she starts to rush across the ring towards him again. But just as her leg lifts to try to catch him in the gut, he throws himself forward, lower body raising as he rolls clear of the attack letting her swing wide. The tumble sees him coming to a stop on his feet, suddenly elevated to his full height with a burst of alacrity.

Instantly, the agile fighter pops into the air and swings himself into a backflip, left leg extended and leading the momentum - and set on a crash course with Elena's skull behind him in the snappy, brutal pele kick signature, the Backdraft.