The Irish 'Blades' Plays with the Amazoness

[ZorzLeth]

In the process of bearhugging Baal, Jack had shifted his grip to slowly grind her body against his. This was after he blocked her attempt to knee him in the groin. The audience would not be able to see it all to well, but Jack slowly grinded Baal's against his was in a bit of a suggestive manner. He smriked a bit as he finally got Baal in such a hold.

Of course, he might have gotten a bit too into it to not notice Baal's second attempt to free herself. While the hit wouldn't be with the full force that Baal could must, Jack did feel her headbutt hit him in the nose; and he still felt some pain considering that it was a headbutt. This made him grunt in slight annoyance, but he gave a sharp squeeze to Baal's body in return. Of course, this felt more reactionary than tactical and not as powerful.

This made him realize, however, that may bearhugging a wild gal like Baal (at this time) was not a good idea. So he was forced to release her.

[MR. Q]

The headbutt connects solidly with a satisfying crunch, Blades grunting as Baal's hard skull meets his soft cartilage.

Blades momentarily loosening his grip around Baal's waist due to the pain and surprise.

Seizing the opportunity, Baal immediately steps back with one foot and twists away from Blades, finally breaking free from his constricting bearhug.

"What, did I hit ya hard? I haven't even gotten started yet." Baal taunts with a wicked grin, flexing her muscular arms as Blades rubs his injured nose.

Not waiting for a response, Baal lunges forward, swinging a beefy fist right across Blades' face in a vicious haymaker.

[ZorzLeth]

As Jack was regaining his senses, he realized a little too late that Baal was coming at him with a haymaker. He ended up tanking the hit and was staggering back a bit from the blow. He was almost against the ropes after the little vicious assault that Baal laid on him.

Despite this, however, he recovered and was smirking.

"Got you all riled up?" Blades said with a smirk, "Now that's how you fight."

He now charged at Baal and his plan was to show off what he could do. He went in to engage a collar-elbow lock with her, but he was planning to (once he did lock up with Baal) to throw her into a nearby corner of the ring.

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[MR. Q]

"Hmph, you ain't seen nothin' yet, weird guy," Baal taunts back with a fierce glare, her eyes narrowed in determination. She shifts her weight, ready to pounce on Blades' weakened state and finish him off with a brutal assault of her own.

As Blades charges in, aiming to lock up with a collar-elbow hold, Baal quickly raises a knee, slamming it hard into Blades' midsection.

Seizing the opening, Baal shoves him back, grabbing his arm in the process. With surprising strength, she whips him around, using his own momentum to send him flying towards the opposite ropes to setup him for a big move.

[ZorzLeth]

“Really liking this “weird guy” name.” Jack would say with a slight taunt and smirk, showing that he was enjoying this, even if it appeared that he was on the losing end of this round.

As he tried to go for the lock up, he felt her knee hit him in the midsection. Then, he felt Baal whip her (using his own momentum in the process) as he was whipped into the ropes.

Now, Jack wasn’t going to completely let Baal have this match in a one-way curb-stomp, so he recovered when he hit the ropes.

After jumping off the ropes, he attempted to lunge and tackle Baal to the ground.

[MR. Q]

"Hah! You're not bad, weird guy. But not bad enough," Baal taunts, enjoying their back and forth.

As Jack bounces off the ropes, Baal tenses up, ready for whatever he throws at her next. But she's caught off guard as he suddenly lunges forward with a tackle.

"Oooff!" The wind is knocked out of Baal as she takes the full impact of Jack's counterattack, both of them crashing to the mat in a tangle of limbs. Immediately, she tried to wrestle for control for the top spot in order to not lose momentum and to deprive Blade of the high ground advantage.

[ZorzLeth]

"Wow, first complement of night. Gotta give you that one, sexy." Jack said, also enjoying the back and forth taunting between them. As he managed to land the tackle. The impact sent the two crashing to the floor. As they were tangled in limbs, the two were in a race to get on top of the other.

Despite Baal's efforts, Jack ended up getting on top of her. He then worked to hold Baal in a hug, but this time, he would pin her arms to her side. Then, he would use his full body weight to keep her pinned briefly until he thought of his next move.

"Doesn't this seem familiar?" Jack would say with a smirk, as he took the opportunity to sneak in a bit of grinding his body against hers, but making it look like he was just struggling to hold her down.

[MR. Q]

Baal grunts in frustration as Blades pins her down, her powerful body struggling against his superior strength and technique. She tries to buck and twist free, but his grip is iron-tight.

"Fuckin' let me go, pervert!" She snarls as she feels his body press more insistently against hers, his hips grinding suggestively despite the rough pin. Her face flushes with anger and embarrassment at his boldness.

Baal's muscles strain and bulge as she continues to resist, determined to escape his compromising hold.

[ZorzLeth]

Jack smirked as he knew that he got something out of this match. Now, he did not care if he won or lost the match. Seeing her become flustered (albeit anger) as he did this was so satisfying for some reason. He would grind for a few more seconds before people would suspecting that this was more than a struggle, which no one else caught on at the moment.

"Well, I figured that you could use some softening up." Jack whispered with a smirk as he stopped grinding and started to pull himself up. IN the process, he pulled Baal with him.

He would soon get to his feet, with Baal still trapped in the embrace. Then, he bent backwards for a backward suplex, with the intent of slamming Baal into the mat.

[MR. Q]

Baal's face burns with humiliation at Blades' lewd whispers, but before she can retort, he starts pulling her up with him. She finds herself lifted off the ground as he bends backwards, intending to suplex her.

"Hey-" Baal grunts in surprise at the sudden reversal. Seizing the opportunity, she swiftly swings an elbow back, hoping to catch Blade right in the face for an escape.