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

[Hitman45]

The rush of wind could be felt clearly on her perspiration coated skin, as the blonde took off in Blaise's direction, intent on adding further to his woes. Her attacks had been focused on caving in the man's abdominals in the last few minutes and Elena did find some joy there as Blaise's abs bore an unrelenting assault head-on, which resulted in the expanse being mottled in a shade of crimson. This punt would be the the topping of course served to the man's stomach and should it meet the target the way it was intended to, Blaise was going to really feel it.

The people watched on with bated breath, half an idea of what could be the outcome. Blaise's mouth letting out a choked, throaty cry was definitely at the top of their list of possibilities. Elena's long, purposeful strides only sought to reinforce their beliefs about this and that's why they all were utterly gobsmacked when...

Elena hit the mat, the daylights knocked out of her.

"Fuuuoohhh!!" Elena's feet felt like jelly, as if they suddenly looked incapable of balancing her body. Blaise had managed to dodge her kick and acrobatically sting an unguarded Elena with a boot of his own, rendering the woman stunned!

Her legs gave up and she fell on her butt but didn't completely hit the mat, with the cables preventing the fall. Her ears started to ring and temples pounded. The pulse could be felt throbbing around the head and her eyes looked dazed, glassy, staring at nothing in particular and they could only relay the images to the brain in double,triple vision.

She tried to move her limbs, but they appeared to have been sapped of energy, like the kick to her head had had shut her whole body down, similar to the collapse of a main power grid. But her arm did extend upwards to cradle the head while she remained leaning against the cables in a seated posture, breathing irregular and brain completely rattled...

[CyanDimitrik]

The ring shudders as not one, but two bodies impact the mat. Blaise's heavy frame lands on hands and knees, awkward and strained as he tries to recover from the beating he'd endured. The kick against the side of her head was so satisfying, though. She had well and truly deserved that impact for the brutality she'd given him. But he wasn't done yet. He couldn't be. He needed to press every advantage he could, and that meant gathering himself up to his feet again.

With one arm looping his middle, he turns to see Elena resting dazedly against the ropes on her rear. Without even thinking about it, impulse and intuition takes over. He rushes to the far side of the ring, pivoting on heel to stretch the cables against his muscular back, then shoots forward again. Legs pump with every loping stride, eyes burning with determination and intent. And suddenly, he's in the air, curled into a tight ball of kinetic energy. He starts to drop to the mat, but his legs thrust out at the last moment, aiming the blast his heels against her chest between the bottom and middle ropes. Whether that forcefully drives her out of the ring between them or she bounces with the ropes and arguably drives her chest harder into the kick, he can't predict. Nor could he imagine which fate would be worse.

Either way, Blaise is hitting the mat on his back again, panting.

[Hitman45]

The world around the blonde appeared bleak, all the colours dimmed and drained out, to show shadows and a plain, austere backdrop of the dome, the collecitve noise of which was deafening, but her ears, still ringing managed to drown almost all of it out, letting in mere whispers. Everything seemed to move in a slow-motion, the movement of her hand to clutch her throbbing head, the activity of the frenzied mob when she craned her head up, the comprehension of voices inside her brain after being filtered through the auditory canals.

She squinted to try and clear the fog, blinking the eyes rapidly for equal measure, to see a slihouette in the air,—lean, lithe, and hovering dangerously close to her own vulnerable body. Her eyes widened, slowly and as did her mouth, seeing it get nearer with each passing second.

"OWW!!!...Ghkkkk...." Elena's throat got constricted, her cry curbed by the spittle clumped in the passage, neither able to fly out, not stay in.

The feet drove right into her chest, the shock of which immediately rippling throughout her torso and shoved the upper-body out of the ring, hanging listlessly, while the remaining anatomy stayed inside.

Elena tried to breathe, but her lungs wouldn't cooperate, the diaphram not willing to expand or contract to accomodate the air, and when she did try to force it, a sharp pang from inside the chest left, an imaginary glass shard, saw her spasm which was made all the worse by the hung torso being pulled down by gravity. Right now, the blonde was in a LOT of trouble, her opponent having fought back in style and propped himself in the driver's seat.

But that was the last thing on her mind at present. She was trying her best to get her respiratory organs to function in normalcy again, which was feeling like a distant dream. What she wouldn't do to feel oxygen rushing into her lungs without a hitch....

[CyanDimitrik]

The ring THUMPS noisily as Blaise's body lands on the mat. It takes him a few seconds of breathing, the burst of energy taking a toll on him. Sweat-glistened chest rises and falls heavily with each labored breath, but soon, he's twisting onto his side and propping himself on an elbow to look towards Elena. Half in, half out. The referee is hovering to try to make sure there are no medical emergencies, but she's not calling the match.

Good. Elena wanted it rough. Blaise thinks she earned that after those kicks. He means to beat her tonight and, on some level, prove himself to her more than even the audience.

A myriad of options run through his mind, immediately dismissing the more cruel ones. Those are impulsive; pure id, the kneejerk desire to win at any cost, even if it almost certainly would injure her. But that's pain talking. He's not that person. Even with the new training emphasizing seizing opportunities and focusing on winning, ultimately going for actual titles and accolades, he is still not that 'win by any means' person. Doesn't mean he's going to play gentle with her, however.

Gathering himself onto his knees, Blaise takes one last moment to suck in a breath before pushing himself to his full height. He ducks low enough to reach through the ropes and seize a fistful of her hair, much to the referee-girl's dismay. But she was going to fuss at him no matter what he did, thanks to her position with the ropes! So that, he can let slide!

Pulling the girl's sweat-dampened hair, he drags her back into the ring, where his free arm hooks under her shoulder to help pull her up to her full height. Then, it's a quick transfer to pull her head beneath his left arm, pressing her feminine cheek against his bare, warm ribs in a front guillotine. He walks her to the center of the ring, slow as he needs to to ensure she's still on her feet, whereupon he tosses her left arm behind his neck.

His right hand lifts, index finger raised.

Then he's reaching down to grip the hip of her tights, and with a pump, hefting her toned, fair-skinned body high into the air... and balancing her there. Both bodies taut, pausing in a vertical position, maintaining her and letting the blood rush to her head while still freshly reeling from the dropkick. If he can work her up into the air, cameras will flash rapidly throughout the arena to immortalize the moment of intense athleticism.

[Hitman45]

In the opportunities that Blaise had been afforded ever since he got away from the kick against his stomach, he had certainly managed to rough up his opponent very well. Elena lay, partially out of the ring, hanging like a corpse, looking completely out of it. The acrobatic kick to the head and the way her chest had been squashed against the feet of the lithe man contributed a huge portion to it, with her own fatigue also making sure to restrain the blonde to be vulnerable in the postition she was in at present.

The woman was finding it difficult to take air in, as if the nasal passage had closed up vehemently and no allowing even a whiff of oxygen inside and add to it the raging throb spread across the ample chest was hard to ignore as well, which meant she wasn't able to think about the fight, but rather trying to alleviate her suffering.

Blaise wasn't going to sit around and wait for that to happen of course. Sure they both had been very handsy with each other and whispered sweet nothings, playful banter, innuendos into the other's ears, but that didn't meant he wasn't going to offer any leeway while fighting. Elena wouldn't have wanted him to anyway.

"Ghh..Gaahh..." Elena scrambled to her feet when the man pulled her back up from outside. She tried to swallow a large mouthful of air and hurt, alot, but soothed as it coursed through the airway. But that wouldn't be her immediate concern right now. Blaise was going to attempt something big, a hattrick of such maneuvers if this went as planned.

That painstaking inhalation helped her right now, because she was now able to wade through all of the thoughts whirling inside the brain and try to think of a way to turn this to her favour, or atleast give her a few moments to catch her breath, which she very desperately craved.

She found herself trapped between Blaise's arm and the ribs, feeling the heat radiating off of him, as well as the perspiration trailing down. The man was most probably going to lift her up and she had to do something. Therefore, she was going to let him haul her up, lull him in.

Because Elena planned to squirm and wiggle to try and land behind him and immediately drop down with a spin of her body and extend a leg while doing to Sweep Blaise's feet from underneath him, not aimed to hurt the mat, but enough to leave her alone for a few moments, during which Elena was going to teeter in a drunken stride to cling against the neaby ropes by her arms—panting, breathing, simply existing...

[CyanDimitrik]

Elena's instincts didn't misguide her. Blaise did, indeed, intend on lifting her to take full advantage of the moment and lay into the punishment. Hoisting her into the air wasn't a feat he couldn't manage - despite his trim frame, he could lift weights easily over her count. It's the sustaining part that could become tricky, especially after the beating he's taken.

Though he rather likes the blonde he's been grappling with, he fully means to come out of this match on top. And that means not holding back. This move he's preparing, the setup he's cooking while the cameras flash to immortalize their athletic forms locked together with her seemingly helpless to stop him, it's meant to take the wind fully out of her sails. It may not be his finisher, but he means to try to pin her down with it.

Suddenly, she proves to have more life in her than he thought!

She squirms, largely with the unimpeded lower body, forcing him to arch backwards with her and let her land behind him. She manages to kick a leg out from under him, bringing him to falter to a hip while she gains distance. He hurriedly twists over onto hands and knees, eyes locked onto her in her corner, and unwilling to let her go to recuperate. Pushing against the mat, he urges himself to his feet and rushes her, leaping at the last moment in an effort to crash his unyieldingly firm pectorals against her breasts, his bare abdominals smacking into her stomach with less force. A body avalanche, if he can land it! Otherwise, it's a hard turnbuckle for him!

[Hitman45]

Elena panted hard. That assault to her chest was proving to be more effective than expected. She could still feel the lungs struggling to work normally and her body spasmed whenever she tried to gulp down large amounts air, with the feeling close to the feeling of being stabbed with toothpicks.

The blonde wasn't sure how she could muster to sweep Blaise and find solace here, when she was finding it difficult to move a muscle there! But she could comtemplate that later. Because right now, she had to get back into the fight. But the man was already well ahead of her in that regards. Elena could see from the corner of her eye that Blaise was storming towards her with breakneck speed, and she had a short window to react.

Should she be successful, Blaise was going to find himself colliding with the turnbuckles and Elena, despite her body's protests was going to pounce, an elbow aimed to drill into her upper back with a loud grunt.

That should be enough to subdue him, for Elena to turn the man around the unload a series of fists—Hooks, Crosses and Jabs to his face and torso. They weren't going to be strategic, but packed with brute force and collide against flesh thick and fast.

Elena's mind was an entropy of thoughts racing around, with not much ability to ponder on any of those, contributing to which was her fact-paced assault of the lithe, athletic man. And so, without thinking much about the possible repercussions, Elena stopped her balled fist, inches away from Blaise's abs and pulled back, only to whip him away to the opposite side of the ring, in hopes of catching him with a Back-Body Drop!

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise threw himself at Elena's inviting body, and managed only to connect with a rumbling, shuddering turnbuckle chest-first. "Ungh!" His arms drape over the top ropes, but only for a second before his body arches into the pads in aftershock from the pressuring, blasting sensation of an elbow hammering his upper-back. Afterwards, she manages to turn the sore man around and begin hammering blows against him, though the referee certainly has complaints to levy regarding closed-fist punches to the face!

Blaise, meanwhile, can only take them, his body weathering the punishment while it lasts, muscles battered and face beaten. Pulled out of the corner, he compliantly staggers with her only to be whipped at the far end of the ropes. His body moves on auto-pilot, boots thumping heavily against the mat before pivoting, his back stretching the cables against his muscled frame before launching towards her again. She catches him at the hips, shoves him into the air, and-

-he flips over to land neatly on his boots behind her in a display of athleticism and agility! He continues past her to the ropes, quickly stretching against his back before launching at her again! This time, Blaise intentionally dips himself low to her right from behind, one arm hooking her waist before whipping his legs upwards, transitioning himself acrobatically from behind her back to before her face. His arm leaves her waist in favor of hooking back to catch the nape of her neck behind his shoulder, and he drops with that full forward momentum, intent on driving her down with him - with her chin impacting his shoulder in a twisting stunner!

[Hitman45]

"No rash bullshit...Keep..it..together...." The level-headed, angel on Elena's shoulder kept on whispering words of caution and order, with the blonde busy pummeling her cornered opponent, her knuckles connecting sweetly with the flesh of the lithe man from every power-packed punch she threw at him. She was the one in control right now, there were no two ways about it. Even though her strained breathing was proving to be a stumbling block on her path to really lay into Blaise, her attacks were doing enough to subdue him just enough for her to maybe get her bearing back. All she had to do was to keep chipping away at his strength and inflict some much-needed damage.

But at some point, it was bound to get too laborious to keep going at it. She was expending energy while throwing her fists ferociously towards him, with practiced ease infact. Elena was starting to feel it, the urge to conclude and take a breather, to stop and just do nothing, null, nada. The angel on shoulder could sense it and the whispers started to get more and more apprehensive, to keep going for just a little longer, hang on tight. But it proved to be too much for the blonde woman, who could no longer continue with the same verve and thrash her opponent, whose body was starting to show the visible signs of a proper beating. Even her knuckles throbbed from the continuous action.

Enough was enough. It was time to do something big, even if Blaise wasn't dazed enough. Elena had to go for it, her heart wanted to see her use those powerful arms of her to full effect!

"Fuck it....". The chibi angel Elena dissappeared with a poof. Elena paused just as her punch was about to connect with Blaise's side, and immediately grabbed onto him to whip the probably surprised man towards the opposite ropes! A proper body-clattering slam should do the trick. Elena looked on, eyes determined and arms itching, to get her hands on the cute guy's body, to lift and drop him like a sack, and also to earn a reprieve which she so desperately craved.

But it wasn't meant to be! Elena's eyes widened when Blaise managed to slither out of her grasp from the bounce against the cables, and before she could get a word out, her head felt trapped between Blaise's bicep and forearm in a three-quarters facelock and then for a brief moment, she blacked-out!

"Ghhhaaa!!....." A sharp, startling gasp tore out of her throat. Her feet lost contact with a mat with quite a distance, and she found herself weightless, middair.

She came crashing down just as fast. Her head swam in blurry visions, the world around her twisting like a dream she couldn’t wake from. She couldn't move an inch, a fingertip, or a toe. Just still, sprawled about and staring blankly at the shimmering spotlights, with half-lidded eyes. It wasn't a pleasant sight, but it kind of saw her breathing return to normalcy which was on show when her body shuddered from an air intake before resuming normal undulations, or atleast, as normal as one could feel after taking what felt like a club to the head!

[CyanDimitrik]

BOOM

And there it was. An impact that would leave anyone on the receiving end writhing at best, out cold at worst. Backed with the full momentum the two had built up between two ropeshoots, and the adroit agility to sweep and stack high on Elena's frame before bringing it crashing down on a single point - her jaw to his shoulder.

The impact leaves Blaise sitting on the mat in front of her, and though his back is turned to her, he knows she won't be moving for a moment. He can breathe. Though each breath is ached and straining against the pounding his body has endured at this point, every moment of not moving is a deep reprieve. Still, he knows he can't afford to lose neither momentum nor adrenaline.

With a strong push of effort, Blaise wills his body to twist over onto his hands and knees, finally looking at the blonde lying flat on her back and breathing. Crawling over to her side, he reaches his left hand forward to seize a clump of sweat-dampened hair near her scalp to begin pulling her up again. Up they go, drawn to their collective full height, Blaise ready to support as much of her weight as needed with the other hand moving to her waist.

Once everyone is on their boots, he pulls her head beneath his left arm in a front guillotine. Her left arm is placed behind his neck. His right hand grips onto her belt. And with just a couple seconds to pool his strength, Blaise's sleek frame flexes and he pumps to hoist her into the air, suspending her vertically, the arena lights catching their glistening forms. But it's only a couple seconds that she'll be suspended before he pumps his knees and pops into the air with her! Their bodies twist together, rolling over midair to drive her down against the mat back-first, with him landing directly across her body, bare abdominals crushing bare abdominals in a powerslam!

The ring shudders under the combination of their collective weight and the force of impact!

Blaise releases Elena's neck, bracing his elbow against the mat. His right arm hooks back around her left thigh to pull the leg into the air, tucked against his ribs. His legs rest spread against the mat, putting his full weight across her belly for the pin!