Battered and Beaten - Blaise Cameron vs Ripley

[CyanDimitrik]

This isn't really something Blaise does in matches. Never really intentionally. Certainly not as any kind of punishment. All of this is very outside of his norm! And while there's some pleasure to be had with asserting this kind of dominance over someone he's discovering, there's a very obvious reason why he thinks it'd be a bad idea; you know, aside from just feeling kind of weird doing it.

That reason would be exactly what happens.

"Agh!"

His arm clamps on her waist, the other hand pressed into her head suddenly seizing her hair and pulling back to yank her face back from him.

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Ripley but down in Blaise's cock hard. It was a nice meaty treat. She was rewarded with a scream of pain. Her opponent panicked and tried to pull her by the hair off of him. She clamped her, pulling his cock with her head. She would have kept this up, but she didn't want to permanently damage him down there. Maybe she could have some fun with it later during the match. She relented and released his cock from the confines of her teeth.

"Wow, pulling a girls hair! What a kinky pervert! What are you going to choke me next!" Ripley then made a very exaggerated spitting sound. "God that was gross! Shower before the match next time and focus on your crotch!"

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise obviously can't see her face from this angle; her entire body is blocking sight, starting with her hips. But he's still baffled by her. Not just the bite, but mostly what she says. Her attitude. "Are you psycho or something?!," he calls back. "You realize I'm about to flatten you, right!?"

And as if to remind her, the delay on the tombstone piledriver ceases. He lifts suddenly onto the toes of his boots, then plummets down to the mat. He shoves her face forward again only at he last moment, not wanting to give her any more opportunity to do... that again. But he also doesn't intend to break her neck. It's a calculated risk just for her safety. Sigh...

He wasn't expecting an actual response to what he asked. But after driving her head against the mat, he releases her waist to let her body collapse however it will! His finisher, the Firestorm, delivered!

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Ripley was successfully getting under Blaise's skin. It was a common strategy of hers. She tries to annoy her opponent and make them angry. The idea is that they will make a costly mistake while in a blind rage and Ripley can then capitalize on it. So far it has not really worked out for her. Most opponents just beat her up even more, but that hasn't stopped her from trying.

Blaise was tired of her antics and words, and he already had her in position. He decided to try and end her, to put her away. He pushed her head back down into her crotch as he hopped up, before dropping. Ripley's head crashed into the canvas as her world went black.

Neo watched from the corner as his girlfriend took the piledriver. Her opponent released her and she somehow stayed vertical for a second before her body fell down like a tree. Her back slammed into the mat. She laid there lights out, her body twitched and spasmed. Amazingly her headphones were still in her head undamaged. Neo knew she would be happy about that.

[CyanDimitrik]

Somehow in the collision, amidst the taunting, jeering, and what Blaise would describe as slander, he'd completely forgotten the headphones. What was originally a concern for her safety in not having cracked and jagged edges dragged against her scalp wound up completely ignored in favor of driving her scalp directly against the mat.

Heck, he doesn't even notice them now. He's just looking at her twitching, supine body. The quickest route to a pin would be gratifying, given what she'd done before. And despite the residual soreness of it, she's still... grudgingly hot.

Screw it. She still deserves it.

Blaise pitches forward on his knees, and his body collapses atop hers. His hips come to rest directly against her face, the impression of his hardened length pushed firmly against her soft, feminine face. His abdominals press in against her breasts, his bare chest flat against her belly. His head is kept aloft, right elbow propped against the mat while the hand presses against her inner-thigh. The left arm hooks beneath her left thigh to pull the leg up against his shoulder, that hand teasingly brushing against the base of her hips.

"She's done. Count it!"

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Neo watches as Blaise lays on top of Ripley. He puts his crotch in her face and has his in hers. What a pervert! He thinks to himself. Blaise hooks the leg and tells the ref to count it. The ref comes sliding in and she starts tapping the mat as she begins the count.
1...2...3....
The ref's count keeps getting higher, getting closer and closer to 30. Neo is worried Ripley won't come to in time. He tries yelling encouragement, "COME ON, BABY! WAKE UP!! ,She still lays there, Blaise holding her down as her body twitches.
12...13...14...
He gets more aggressive with his shouts, "WAKE THE FUCK UP, RIPLEY!!! DON'T LET THIS PERVERT BEAT YOU!!!"
19...20...21
Neo's last words seem to be just the magic Ripley needed. Still in the process of coming too, Ripley instincts take over. She shoots her hand up, lifting her shoulder and ending the count at 21. The ref signals the break and tells Blaise it was only a 21 count. Ripley lays there still not completely back, but enough to not get pinned easily.

[CyanDimitrik]

After the count of three, Blaise gives a slight nod. Under any other circumstance, that would've been it. She would've been out, and the referee would've had his arm raised. But this match is so... loaded. They want this image burned into the audience's mind, and he gets that. It's probably the closest to their fabled hentai matches that they've ever had him in. So he settles in, letting the camera feast on the visual.

Seconds tick on, Blaise hugging the girl's thigh securely to his shoulder, all the while keeping his hand nestled against the base of her hips. He knows he's teasing at the girl's sex in this vulnerable state - and after the insults he's endured from her, she deserves a little torture. Subtle to the cameras, but surely not subtle to Ripley. He wants her squirming, but in the best way.

He can feel every twitch and tremor in her body as he lies over her, every exhale from her lips against his trunks. He can feel every rise and fall of her breasts beneath him as she breathes, every beat of her heart against his abs.

Hearing the.. manager? Valet? Boyfriend? Whatever he is, Blaise cuts his gaze across to him, unable to resist smirking. No doubt it's rubbing him the wrong way, seeing his preferred fighter pinned for so long. Blaise has settled right in, though.

He's called a pervert again. "Oh, come on!"

Regardless, Ripley manages to lift her shoulder off the mat! He can feel her shifting beneath him, and with that jerking motion, he's confident the pin is broken before even the referee declares it.

He eases Ripley's leg back down to the mat again and lifts to his knees. His arms hook beneath her shoulders, and he starts rising to his feet again, dragging her up with him. "Decided you didn't have enough yet, huh?," he asks.

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Ripley was off in lala land. Not a care in the world. That was until she heard Neo screaming at her. It kept growing and growing till she heard the word pervert. That pulled her out of her slumber. She instinctively shot her arm up, raising her shoulder. It was a good thing she did, because they were nearing the end of the pin.

Ripley could hear Neo cheering and clapping as she broke the pin. She smiled, but her body still hurt like hell, and her head was still dull and dizzy. It was like her body was full of fog. She then felt her body being lifted up to her feet. It seems her opponent wasn't done with her yet. She stumbled up on her feet, barely able to stand yet. "Oh I can take whatever bullshit you dish out! I've taken harder hits from your grandmother!" Dazed Ripley usually went for more classic schoolyard insults.

[CyanDimitrik]

Still supporting Ripley as she sasses him, Blaise knits his brow. His head tilts just slightly, bringing one hand beneath her chin to turn her face to him so as to make eye contact. "Did you think that one through? Sayin' my grandma kicked your ass isn't the own you think it is..."

He doesn't linger long in that - just long enough to hopefully see that register in her admittedly pretty eyes. But immediately after, he's back on the attack. The hand beneath her chin dips low, reaching between her legs before hooking under her left thigh. The other arm continues to support her behind the shoulder. Muscles pump, and he hefts her weight into the air, supporting her in a cradled position at chest-level before dropping, bringing her lower back crashing over his knee in a backbreaker!

But upon impact, he doesn't let her roll away. Instead, his right hand moves to her thigh while the left hand sets beneath her chin, both pressing to keep her arched against his knee! The pressure is light for now, wanting to let her soak in her new position, predicament, and the hopeful blast of pain resonating in her back!

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

It seems her insult definitely confused her opponent and Ripley took that as a victory, a very short lived victory. Blaise was not done with her yet, or he couldn't be done with her yet, till he beat her down enough that he could pin her. He grabs her by the chin and looks her in the eyes. "Are you trying to kiss me, pervert?!" His answer was dip his hand between her legs and around her thigh. His other arm was on her shoulder. He scooped her up, cradled in front of him. He then drops to one knee, dropping Ripley back first across his other knee with a viscous backbreaker.

"UGGGHHH!!! Ripley let out a scream as her spine slammed and bent on his unforgiving knee. She tried to roll off his knee and to freedom. But he held her there. He kept one hand on her thigh, the other he put on her chin. He pressed down hard, bending Ripley's now injured back over her knee. "AAAAAHHHHHH!!! FUCK YOU BASTARD PERVERT DICKHEAD AHHHHH!!!" Ripley screamed pain and swore at her opponent. Her back was on fire being bent the wrong way after a painful backbreaker. Tears filled her eyes as she was trapped in this hold of agony.