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

[Hitman45]

The consequences of getting hit on the cranium always vary. Sometimes, you can just get right up without missing a beat and get back to work, with the effects creeping up gradually later. And other times, you're not so fortunate, like Elena currently is.

Muffled notes and droning noises petulantly rang inside Elena's ears. Her vision was a mosaic of bright whites, yellows and other pretty colours of the rainbow. Every time she blinked, which felt like a painstaking effort in itself, a different pattern of colours seemed to flood her line of sight. And add to that the nagging ache centred around the anterior of her skull, and you've got a woman who was feeling more or less disabled for the moment, incapable of forming even a thought!

Blaise was literally carrying dead weight while trying to pull her back onto her feet. The blonde rose, knees trembling and head whirling about in a haze. If Blaise let her go right now, she would crumble to the mat like a sack of potatoes!

Her hand lay limp by her side when the athletic man cinched a firm Front Guillotine Choke, and soon she felt her waistband being grabbed and yanked up which saw her world literally turn upside down!

"Awwoogh...." Elena was too rattled and out of it to wiggle out like the last time. She flailed her legs about to show a spark of resistance, but that was it. A spark. The whole setup felt like a deja vu to her dazed, subdued self, but instead of her finding a way out of it and having the last word, the blonde ate the ring-shattering slam this time around, the reverberations of which tickled the spines of the first row fanatics!

"HHHghhhhh....."

The partially conscious blonde could swear she had lost complete consciousness for a while there. She had bounced off the mat lightly from the impact and immediately felt considerable weight splash over her sweat-slick belly, which saw her get trapped under her opponent.

"ONE!!!"

Elena lay there, limbs sprawled like a corpse, a surge of intense agony radiating outward from her spine and head that wasn't perceptible to her kisser, owing to her features appearing lifeless at present....

"TWO!!!"

Movements returned to the fingertips and feet, which twitched almost imperceptibly to the casual viewer. Eyes parted open just a slit to catch the rays of black, white, blue and all the other colours of the spectrum available. Elena could slowly sense and decipher her surroundings. Her legs cranked back, and feeling warm and moist flesh that was foreign to her. The referee was counting numbers, which she could still only hear as a scrambled, slow-motion audio.

She was in big trouble!

"TH—"

Elena's left arm shot up just in time to cut off the contact between the shoulder and the mat, to narrowly avoid the pinfall! She flopped back again, all the aches and throbs surfacing now that she was awake and aware. Elena wasn't out of the wodds yet....

[CyanDimitrik]

After the punishment he'd already endured, Blaise was fully ready to put her down for the full three-count. There are zero regrets over the roughness with which he's handling her. She'd earned it. And that wasn't a bad mark on her. She was tough, she was going toe-to-toe with him, and she was proving he needed to give her full heat if she was going to stay down.

So here they are. Elena, lying flat on her back with the shoulders pinned securely to the mat. Blaise lies across her muscled belly, his own abs pressing tight against her. His right arm hooked back, keeping her leg aloft in the air against his side. He couldn't help but enjoy the position a bit, with how much she'd targeted his midsection tonight. She liked his abs so much, she could feel them the entire time she's being pinned in direct contact with her own.

He nods firmly with each slap of the hand upon the mat.

The first count was a given. She wasn't kicking out of that.

The second count, his body arches in to press himself more firmly against her core. It's almost over, and he can make sure she's alright afterwards.

The third count, and-- she twists her shoulder up off the mat!

Blaise is forced into a slight tilt, now resting more against her waist, one arm tangled with her thigh, the other bracing on the mat.

"No fall! Only a two-count!," calls the referee-girl.

Blaise was surprised, certainly. But he didn't even take a second to process this. He had to stay on her, give her no chance to recuperate. And he'd make her regret not lying down and accepting the pin.

He hurriedly detangles his arm from her leg to lift onto his knees, repositioning himself behind her. His arms hook beneath her shoulders to hoist her up, then shove her forward onto her knees. Grabbing her right arm, he pulls it behind his neck. His left arm wraps around her neck, his bicep secure under her chin. Finally, he arches her body back, arching her painfully over his upturned knee in a dragon sleeper.

But that wouldn't be enough for him. Not at this stage in the match, not when he's trying to seal the deal with her. With Elena's body arched back and strained, Blaise's right hand sets to her waist. The palm courses over her smooth, invitingly defenseless skin, fingertips first brushing over the lines and grooves of her abdominal tone, soon joined with the palm. His fingertips isolate around her lower and middle abdominal muscles, and he suddenly clamps, adding a stomach claw to the submission hold!

The Sizzle Reel is locked in!

[Hitman45]

So, Elena was back in the fight, making it out of the count by the skin of her teeth. Her body had endured a staggering amount of punishment from the past few exchanges, the skull and spine especially bearing the brunt of Blaise's wrath. The blonde was certainly out of it from the way her lifeless form lay out throughout the first two counts, and only out of sheer desperation was she able to force her motor controls to work just enough to avoid the final slap against the mat!

She could be forgiven for hoping that scraping through the narrow pin count was going to earn her a reprieve. After all, her opponent was also worn out, tired, and forced to expend a considerable amount of energy to hoist the curvy blonde, not to mention the effort to keep her suspended in the air, inverted, before slamming Elena onto the mat with enough force to send a shiver down the spine of the people in the vicinity, even behind the barricades! Add to that their sweating, heaving bodies, sore and worked-over abs pressed against each other when the athletic man lay across for the pin, and the whole atmosphere was a cauldron of heat and heavy tension trying to hold both of them back. But Blaise was one determined individual, looking to keep pushing on. He could have caught his breath and got back to work again, but instead immediately proceeded forward with what he had in mind.

"Urfff....Gaaahh!" A gasp, out of pure reflex, sputtered out of Elena's mouth upon her body being rearranged into a very uncomfortable kneeling position, heels of the feet poking her shapely rear. Pangs of shock coursed through the vertebral column, and that only amplified tenfold when her opponent sadistically arched her torso backwards to trap it with his arm, and compounding her woes, Blaise's bony knee pressed hard into her throbbing spine!

But the cherry on the cake, the piece de resistance of this elaborate, agonising hold was the right hand fondling and fidgeting with the supple flesh of her slick, sore belly to finally claw into it, akin to the pincer of a crab cinched tight over its snack!

"Arrrghhhh!!!" The influx of white-hot agony from all sides was almost too much for Elena to handle.

Her lips parted to shriek, but the grasp around her throat and the position her body was currently in dampened her voice, one of pure distress. Her arms flailed about, desperate and frenzied, trying to pull Blaise's clawed hand away, and when that felt futile, she sought to separate his arm snug around her neck.

Both of these brutal, cruel holds were too firm to get out of, and Elena was sure her belly was going to be left with a few crescent-esque souvenirs over the expanse where Blaise's claw was currently feasting. She was going to have to endure these torturous moments, with each of them stretched to an eternity, and accompanied by the cries and screams of her body begging for relief. If Blaise were to keep on this two-pronged attack for long, the blonde would find herself in deep, deeeeep trouble!

[CyanDimitrik]

It's so unbelievably satisfying, wrestling with someone and getting them into a submission hold. He's always enjoyed it. Even before, when he was an invariable loser. Something about restraining an opponent, trapping them in something and slowly torturing their body; feeling them struggle, writhe, their limbs flailing. The way they breathe in shudders, tight and desperate. The look on their face, the frantic energy. He's never made someone tap out before, but this might be his night. This, with his new signature move, focusing heavily on areas he's worked through their bout. He feels her stomach press and pulse against his hand with each breath, and every time she inhales, he rewards the motion with a press of his palm over her navel and the fingers squeezing into the defined ridges of her feminine abdominals. The arm snug under her chin flexes, the bicep biting into her throat.

The grapplers remain locked together in this contest of wills, more apparent with each passing second that she doesn't give in. Elena isn't a lightweight girl, easily manhandled. When she struggles, he can feel it. His muscles groan and burn in response, keeping her athletic body tamed is a matter of endurance.

Soon, the pressure eases - just a little. Though she's held in the position, the flex of his arm lightens enough to let her breathe. The press of his fingers into her stomach relaxes until his hand simply rests over her taut belly. The angle she's held in wouldn't be anything approaching pleasant, but at least it isn't an active, aggressive torture for a moment.

"You can't have much left..," he says, tilting his head to try to look towards her face from this awkward angle. "You ready to submit yet, babe?"

The arm tightens on her throat again, the fingers finding new angles to clench onto her abs for a bursting twelve seconds of unadulterated bodily torture before easing again.

"Wrestling with you's been incredible," he adds. "But I really.. really want this win tonight."

The hand brushes lightly over her stomach. It's unnecessary, from a strictly professional perspective, making it purely personal and appreciative of her body. Given the tone of their match in its earlier stages, and with this much excessive and aggressive body contact, he feels no reason to not let her know there's an attraction there.

"Ready for me to finish it?"

[Hitman45]

An absolute war of attrition had been waged up until this point. Both the wrestlers were shattered, both physically from the beating each of them received from the other, and mentally from forcing themselves to stay responsive and competitive despite the said beating. This gruelling battle had ebbed and flowed to reach a critical juncture right now, and every choice that either of them makes from now on was going to have a huge say in the outcome, probably even determine it!

"Ahgnnn....Mmghh...." Elena's frantic efforts to get out of Blaise's torturous shackles had long since ceased, reduced to merely tugging at his flexing bicep wrapped firm around her throat, making it difficult for her to even take oxygen in, while the other arm simply existed, more like a caress than a clench. The blonde's nervous system was reflexively able to act, but the muscles were too fatigued to actually do something about her predicament.

Just when it looked like Elena would fade, the burn around her belly where the claw had been cinched, and even squeezing harder every time the stomach contracted to inhale, would slacken, just enough to stay alive still. The blonde was able to breathe a bit more freely now.

But only for a short while.

Blaise again went to work on the reddened, marked stomach, digging his digits into the supple skin, the muscles beneath giving in way too easily — a consequence of taking the lion's share of punishment across the region. All Elena could muster was a feeble, broken groan; her teeth found themselves digging into Blaise's arm, not like biting a chunk off his flesh, but more like a gentle clinch over the bicep from the constriction around her distress-laden visage.

Twelve seconds, more like Twelve Hundred. Elena was sure that had the arm not wrapped tight around her throat, she would've lost her voice from the guttural shrieks that had been suppressed inside her!

And to add salt to her wounds, Blaise's teasing proclamations about his surefire victory only made her want to get out of this torment even more, and for that she had to fight back, somehow. Else, this was it — Blaise would walk away with the bragging rights, and despite finding his cheesy grin and smooth way with words cute, and admittedly feeling a spark between them, the blonde wasn't going to let him get away with this still.

She shut her eyes and let the pain from the abdominal claw and his knee stabbing in her spine consume her. A fresh wave of agony washed over her, but she balled her fists until her knuckles turned white. This was the moment she had to strike. The athletic hunk wouldn't expect her to hit back at this point, probably of the thought that he had managed to squeeze and claw the fight out of Elena.

"Mmmphh...!" A fist would come swinging from the corner of Blaise's eye, aimed at his jaw, then another from the other side, then another, then another, from the extreme ends of his line of sight, until he would have to release her from his clutches!

[CyanDimitrik]

The feel of her abdominal muscles giving more easily under pressure is as clear a sign as he could ask for; Elena's ready to be finished. Her core muscles are beaten and broken down. He can appreciate his handiwork on a trapped and helpless victim for a moment as he brushes along the smooth, trembling pane of abdominal expanse. Her teeth bearing into his arm is a new one, unique, but not entirely unexpected in a tense grappling session. Things go places. Mouths find limbs. She isn't biting down, so he feels no reason to complain to a referee.

Ultimately, however, it's time to finish the blonde off. And maybe he won't make it like this. Maybe he'll give her a better sendoff, something focusing on that stomach he's deconstructed. But first thing's first - he needs to get her on her feet, and then in a position to not resist him at all anymore.

A fist swings in, catching him by surprise at the corner of the eye. "Mnf!" Then another, and another! They're haphazard at this angle, taking away the largest amount of force, but he can tell when someone's fighting back with everything left in them! And it only reinforces that he needs to end this a different way!

"Alright, alright! No tapping out for you!," he shouts between awkward blows.

Pushing off with a leg and maintaining the hold for a moment more, Blaise raises with Elena - only to suddenly drop back down to collide her spine along his upturned knee in an improvised backbreaker before releasing her to the mat.

[Hitman45]

The only time Elena had her eyes open during the haphazard flurry of punches was just before throwing the first one. After that, it was all about the sense of touch to tell if the hits landed. The blonde swung her arms blindly, in a literal sense, banking on her raw power to do the damage. And that was enough to have something going for her, with Blaise having to relent.

The more the blonde swung, similar to throwing a hammer in the dark, which would be the ideal idiom in the scenario, the more the athletic hunk conceded ground. Not enough for Elena to wiggle out, but still satisfactory for her respiratory tract to heave a sigh of relief and gulp down the air once again. Consequently, this reinforced Elena's determination to keep going until Blaise would have no choice but to let her be and nurse his sharp facial features.

But Blaise, wily as he was, wouldn’t take his opponent’s spamming fists lying down, would he?

Elena’s breath hitched the moment he stood back up, with her battered body in tow. She almost slumped from the sudden disappearance of a bony dagger against her back, a sharp, sudden inhale hitched in her throat, followed by a trembling exhale, which confirmed the gradual alleviation of her spine’s distress.
But it was very short-lived.

“Hhhhaahhh!” Blaise dropped down. So did Elena. And the reunion between his bony knee and her back was… unpleasant to say the least.

Air compressed itself like a pointy rock inside her throat. She could almost feel her eyes pop out of the socket with the sheer size into which the eyelids had parted. The blonde appeared paralysed almost as soon as Blaise released her, hitting the mat with a soft thud and going limp on her mercilessly clawed stomach.

The agony was such that Elena couldn’t even blink for a few moments, which seemed to drag on for an eternity. She stayed down and out with an expression of shock imprinted across her visage, and her spine was wrecked to the point that she wasn’t sure if she could stand up on her own right now…..

[CyanDimitrik]

BAM.

That impact was jarring against his knee. The fit woman's weight came collectively crashing down against that point, and the results were undeniable. With Elena's pained cry and the audience on the edge of their seat, eager to see if the blonde would be able to even kick out of a pin now, but Blaise isn't done. He wants to know she's finished. He wants to make sure she's going to stay on the mat - if not tap out to him sooner.

Leaning over her, Blaise roots his arms in between her waist and the canvas to begin drawing her up again. Slowly, steadily she's pulled to her feet with him, uncaring about her limp status; if he needed to pool his strength to raise her, so be it. But once he's standing, he keeps one arm wrapped around her midsection, the other hooking over her chest to stand her upright and present her to the audience in her battered, weakened state, letting her lean back against him with her rear pressed tight against his hips.

But he'd already squeezed her from this position before. No, at this point, he wants to see the fight leave her eyes face to face. He wants to feel her strained, struggling breaths against his neck. He wants to feel her compressed, crushed body against his, the sweat-slickened skin pressed into him belly-to-belly. So once the audience has their eyeful, he rotates her around and wraps his arms tight around her waist. And with a forceful, grinding squeeze, his biceps clamp around her ribs and his forearms clench hard against her lower back, instantly crushing her stomach into his in a test of abdominal fortitude. Hips meet to hips with a slam, his defined pectorals pressing her breasts tight.

With the bearhug locked on, the referee-girl stands close to watch for signs of a submission!

[Hitman45]

Blaise was all over her at this point. Complete control over the proceedings. Period.

Elena had been slammed, squeezed, clawed and thrown around like a ragdoll in these past few exchanges, and the amount of damage accumulated was surfacing all at once now that she lay motionless on the mat, completely vulnerable to Blaise's whims. And he wasn't going to let her breathe, much less allow her to collect herself.

"Hnngh...." Elena's mouth let out a broken whimper, resulting from her body jerking when Blaise hauled her up. The blonde's spine was definitely looking gone right now. But she found a semblance of comfort when Blaise let her lean back against his slick body, unaware of what he was planning to do next.

She couldn't care less that her body's been upright and being supported by her opponent, or that the people were clearly enjoying the intimate sight in front of them. The athletic man's rapidly beating heart could be heard crisp and clear with her ear planted against his chest, the blonde tresses of her hair clinging to his skin like vines. This little period of inactivity saw her return to her senses just enough. But Blaise quickly put his plan into action.

"Wh—Arrhh...Mmmhhh....Oughh...." In an instant, Elena was face-to-face with this handsome chap, their sweaty, battered bodies pressed close against each other, and the blonde was able to feel his well-defined abdominals once again. Add to that the hot, humid air around, from their tired exhales and the palpable tension between them, and it was enough for Elena to feel a shade of red seep into her cheeks, despite the distress she currently found herself in.

But no matter the extent to which either of them was drawn to the other, this was still a match, and Elena wasn't going to let him walk away with that cheeky, smug grin plastered across his face if he outlasted her right now.

And so, with whatever was left in her tank, Elena was going to endure it, and then some.

[CyanDimitrik]

There was no relenting in this exchange. Blaise could feel her muscled waist in his arms, his biceps biting into her ribs, forearms pressing hard into her lower back, forcing the blonde into a tight arch against him. Her abdominal muscles are compressed hard into his, moreso as his back arches to ensure no space is permitted between their bodies. Her breasts are mashed into his pectorals, and she'll find her hips ground in tight against his, a distinct firmness captive along her base between them. Every little squirm, every twitch, every inhale, every exhale created friction between them, emphasizing every point of body contact. Tightly toned body versus tightly toned body, Blaise making every effort to bleed the final vestiges of her fight out of her.

The referee continues to hover close as the audience roars. She's ready to signal the bell at a moment's notice of a tapout, or begin the arm-drop test!

Blaise, meanwhile, only has his blue eyes affixed to her face, sweat causing his body to glisten, his hair to cling. He'd taken considerable punishment from her as well in this match, but here and now, he's looking to take her down with an obvious show of physical dominance in the ring. A part of him believes she wouldn't have it any other way. Girl like her? She wouldn't want him pinning her down unless she'd been thoroughly conquered. And that's his gift to her tonight. And possibly more, after the bell.

Finally, Blaise suddenly twists with her to slam her down onto the mat on her back. His body lands squarely atop her in the belly-to-belly suplex, making no effort to release her waist or reduce the titillating appearance of himself lying flush over her body.