Hunter’s Moon: Blake Belmont vs. Zane Lambert

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The Shadowcat adamantly remembered how Zane's obnoxious fratboys assisted with him with his cocktail chicanery earlier in the match, and hoped that with one feral glare directed straight towards the hooligans that they would get the message about what could befall them if they aim to take advantage of the No Disqualifications stipulations any further than they already have. An adherence towards basic fire safety ensured that whatever knocked over candles were swiftly snuffed out by audience members and ringside security personnel once Blake's savage snap suplex capsized whatever party food and silverware were now littered all around the warring duo. Blake remaining splayed out with a flinched grimace until beginning to shuffle onto the floor, recuperating herself from a brutal landing that was still preferable to Zane's overturned experience. "So...*hic*...has gettin' me hammered worked out like you thought?" Blake queried as she started yanking Zane off the table by his arm and into a side headlock, noticing the punch bowl filled with apples on another table and hauling him towards the bowl. Blake having every intention of dunking him head first into its ice-cold depths to see how well he played Bobbing For Apples...

[Bare]

Zane was groaning as he laid in the remnants of the table, various food scraps around him from the table, leaving him gasping and shuddering as the fog gradually began to fade around his head from all the stimulus his body had been put through. "Ugh... fuck me..." Zane said as he was hefted up by the beautiful lady that he wish would do afore mentioned act to him as he was then pulled along by her in a head lock over to where the punch bowl for bobbing for apples was.

"Wait... hold on... what are- OOMMMPH!" Zane cried out as he was shoved forward face first into the punch bowl, water splashing around his face as he sputtered and choke as Blake held him in the water. However just as Zane getting Blake drunk was a bit of a mistake, she was doing the same thing but in reverse, sobering him up by doing the ultimate form of splashing water on him! Gritting his teeth under the water Zane would swing his leg up from behind, aiming to crash his heel into Blake's groin with a low blow!

If it worked then Zane would push himself up out of the water, taking a deep breath as he did before rounding about Blake! "Yeah... well getting me sober... is definitely not gonna work out how you thought babe!" Zane shot back in a rare moment of genuine anger as he picked her up by the waist, hauling her up and onto his shoulder before turning and flinging Blake forward, head first into the punch bowl she had just dunked him into and hopefully bring the rest of the table down with her in a bit of double pronged payback!

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Suffice to say that Blake wasn't keen on showcasing any legitimate degree of remorse for any wrestler who'd perpetrate even half of the obnoxious shenanigans Zane had committed throughout the course of this seasonal themed match. As a matter of fact, a small chunk of the hostile animosity she harbors towards the streamer was due to the fact his debauched chicanery was on the cusp of ruining her favorite holiday out of the entire year, now inextricably linked with this sloshed jock putting her through all manners of embarrassment and aggravation. Satisfying though it was in taking her time ensuring Zane paid for the consequences of his callous actions, Blake's own actions would end up having unforeseen repercussions as well. Dunking Zane's head into the bowl of ice water was entirely meant as a debased humiliation as he bobbed for apples in the children's party game...

...except whatever smirking satisfaction Blake conveyed was extinguished once Zane's mule kick countered The Shadowcat in the worst way possible. "HGH..." A breathless Blake incapable of hollering in excruciating anguish after relinquishing her hold on Zane, instead remaining hunched over herself on quivering legs with puffed cheeks as she cradled her crushed kitten. Clutching her abused sweetspot in a justified state of stunshock and practically on the cusp of collapsing straight down to her knees had Zane not hefted Blake onto his shoulders. A yelped shriek preceding a savage plunge straight through the party table shattering immediately, the bowl of water capsizing completely and comedically covering the Shadowcat's head. Splayed out and absolutely drenched with apples and other party ornaments littered around Blake who groaned meekly as her supple abundance heaved with each breath taken underneath the party bowl.