The Cocky and the Cruel: "Pretty Boy" Blake vs Esma Martin

[Weonna]

The bell rang.

Esma struck a pose like she was starring in a Broadway production, arms out, chin high, practically begging him to come in swinging. And Blake? Blake obliged.

“You know… the more you call me ‘Little Boy,’ the more it sounds like you want me to teach you a lesson.”


With a confident grin, he charged in for the grapple, looking to plant her right into the mat with raw strength. But before he could lock in, a black leather boot buried itself deep in his gut.

“Ugh—damn!”

He staggered back, clutching his stomach with one hand, smirk still somehow very intact.

“Alright… you got me,”

he coughed, backing off a few steps.

“Guess I was too focused on the curves and not the kicks. That one’s on me.”

Straightening up, Blake rolled his shoulders and licked his lips, eyes never leaving her.

“But don’t get cocky just yet, sweetheart. This show? Still got one hell of a headliner. And spoiler alert—I’m the main event.”

He raised both arms, egging her on, inviting her to keep coming.

“Come on then. Let’s see if you can actually keep up... or if you’re just a one-kick wonder.”

But then Blake took a breath—calmly, eyes narrowing slightly as he took a slow step in, telegraphing another heavy strike. His arm twitched like he was about to throw a punch, but it was a bluff.

“Let’s see how fast you really are…”

Blake was baiting her—pretending to overcommit, hoping to lure her into another counter. If she bit, he'd be ready this time.

[Dwrites]

Esma smirked as Blake staggered back in pain from her kick, satisfied that the bait had worked as planned. As he recovered he excused his blunder as being distracted by Esma’s curves to notice her kicks to which Esma replied “Little Boy if you are this distracted by beauty you might want to think twice before you challenge woman to wrestle” before crossing her arms and waiting for his next move. After a few more words left his mouth he would step in telegraphing a strike,This time Esma would simply lean back and stomp on his tows with her heels hoping to inflict more pain and discomfort while also slowing him down.

[Weonna]

“ARGH—SON OF A—!”

Blake howled, hopping slightly, pain flaring in his foot as her heel dug in like a dagger. He clenched his fists, eyes shooting fire at her.

But she’d miscalculated.

She thought he’d back off.

Instead?

He exploded forward.

Grabbing her around the waist, he powered through the pain and lifted her clean off the mat, her legs kicking for a split second before—

BOOM!

—he slammed her down with a brutal Spinebuster that shook the entire ring!

Spoiler

The crowd winced at the impact.

Blake hovered over her for a second, his hand still pressed against her midsection, chest heaving, that familiar cocky grin slowly returning to his face.

“Still distracted?”

he muttered with a smirk.

“Didn’t think so.”


He sat up slightly and cracked his neck.

“That’s your warning shot. You wanna make this hurt, Esma? Fine. I’ll make sure you feel every second of it.”

[Dwrites]

Blake’s groan of pain was music to esma’s ears. Her smile growing before vanishing as Blake powered through the pain to deliver a spinebuster to esma. As she moaned in pain blake with his hand still on her stomach told her he planned to make esma feel every second of pain. Unfortunately for him this put his throat right into Esma’s punching range which she tried to take advantage of by throwing a punch straight at it. Esma may not be the best striker and is doing it from a awkward position but if she could land the punch onto one of the most vital parts of the body she could buy herself time to rest and recover from a spinebuster performed on her by a foe much heaver and stronger than she was.

[Weonna]

Blake hovered over her, hand pressing against her midsection like he owned the moment. He could feel her breathing ragged under his palm, could practically hear the crowd gasp when he delivered that thunderous spinebuster. She looked hurt—hell, she sounded hurt.

“That’s your warning shot. You wanna make this hurt, Esma? Fine. I’ll make sure you feel every—”

WHAM!

His sentence choked off in an instant.

A fist—sharp, sudden, and right into his throat.

Blake’s eyes bulged as a harsh, guttural sound tore from his lips. He reeled back, clutching at his neck as he staggered off her, coughing and gasping for air.

“You little—koff—damn!”

He dropped to one knee beside her, still wheezing, but the fury on his face was crystal clear now. That smirk? Gone.

“Okay... you wanna play rough?”

He turned his head slowly, voice raspy but low and dangerous.

“I was gonna give you the slow burn... but now you just bought yourself the full fire.”

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, rising back to his feet, clearly still stunned—but already burning with renewed rage.

[Dwrites]

Esma’s punch hit pay dirt and the results were immediate, Blake’s hand left her stomach and he staggered back giving her space to recoup from the spinebuster. After a second or two she would roll to the ropes and pull herself up. As she got up she got a look at Blake’s face and good lord was he Furious. Gone was the playful smirk and cocky demeanor, replacing it was narrowed eyes of rage and frown. Which was what Esma wanted, as a enraged opponent was easier to predict and counter as they focused on causing harm to her as fast as possible usually with little or no strategy involved. Her grin returned on seeing this and she decided to stoke the fire while it was hot. As soon as Blake finished his speech about bringing the full fire Esma would springboard off the ropes and preform a enziguri kick on Blake’s head looking not only to damage him but also enrage him further.

[Weonna]

He was still rubbing his throat, still trying to swallow the burn of that cheap little shot when he saw it—Esma, grinning like a demon in leather as she bounced off the ropes with way too much confidence.

CRACK!

Her heel whipped around and nailed him flush on the side of the head. His neck snapped to the side, and his whole body twisted as he stumbled back two steps, one hand instinctively catching the ropes to keep from falling.

For a second, everything was a ringing blur.

The crowd was roaring, Esma was likely smirking again, and Blake was blinking stars out of his vision.

Luckily for him, he didn’t fall. Didn’t drop. His head still tilted from the impact, jaw clenched tight. One hand rose to rub his temple.

[Dwrites]

With the enziguri kick being a smashing success Esma decided to follow up with a leg sweep to put Blake on his butt. After the leg sweep attempt esma will walk to ropes and lean on them before saying “You said you would bring me the full fire, well all I see are some pathetic sparks.”

[Weonna]

The enziguri still echoed in his skull when Esma’s leg sweep took him down. Blake hit the mat with a hard thud, groaning as he sat up—just in time to hear her voice.

He looked up, eyes narrowing. No grin this time. Just focus.

He wiped his mouth, pushed up to his feet, and cracked his neck.

[Dwrites]

“He’s practically a bonfire of rage now” esma thought with a smirk “just where I want him”. Esma would continue to lean on the ropes as Blake got back on his feet, content to wait for him to come to her. As he cracked his neck Esma would tauntingly ask “where’s that cocky smile now Little Boy?”