Hardcore Rules: No DQ. Weapons Permitted.
Winner only decided by 30-second Pinfall.
Well, if that didn't sound loaded.
Blaise wasn't sure what to make of his next match. Not only is it the first ever hardcore match he's ever wrestled against a girl, and with it, the incumbent dilemma of whether or not it's okay to whack the fairer sex with objects. But there's the winning stipulation to consider. No one's going to just lie down for thirty straight seconds while he holds them there, and pins are so easy to break in professional wrestling. The only conclusion he could reach is the bookers - and potentially the fans - wanted to see a serious, grueling beatdown. A real slugfest. They want to see either him or her broken and battered on the mat before a long, likely languishing pinning position; which no doubt will be all over magazines for all the... various reasons.
The only solace he has going into this is the idea that she's going to be bringing the same aggression to bear against him. So if he holds back, that's likely him taking hard, heavy thwacks with weighty objects. He can't afford to let that happen. If it's her or him, he chooses himself. No hard feelings.
"Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is a hardcore domination match, scheduled for one fall!," begins the announcer.
Blaise begins bouncing on his feet, safely tucked out of sight in gorilla position. No jacket tonight. No shades. It feels almost classless to go out there like that when he knows how rough this match is going to be. No, tonight he'd be making his appearance just as he is; sleekly toned body mostly on display, sporting trunks, boots, and bracers with a fiery motif.
Blaise with Full Attire!
It's My Life - Bon Jovi
"Making his way to the ring!," the announcer continues as Blaise starts his approach. "At a height of 5'10", and weighing in at 180 lbs.! From Malibu, Florida! The PHOENIX! BLAISE! CAMERON!"
He drifts from side to side, slapping high-fives and receiving encouraging pats - particularly from the more overzealous females in the crowd. A couple of the more lucky ones capture him in a quick hug! But ultimately, Blaise finds his way to the apron and adroitly springs up onto the ring's edge. Grabbing onto the top rope with one hand, he smoothly vaults himself up and over to hit the mat in a tumble, and race up the furthest turnbuckle to thrust a fist into the air!
He holds the position, beaming out over the crowd as they reward him with raucous cheer. He's finally started to get used to that, after living for years getting such a mediocre response.
At last, he drops from his perch, the smile dimming but not quite disappearing as he turns to watch the entrance like a hawk. He knows basically nothing about this girl, and first impressions are so... pivotal.
