Heated Clash Between Phoenix and Firecracker - Blaise vs Audrey

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

"Phrasing."

The single word was enough to get Audrey to stop squirming despite the pain of his knee, looking up at him with a flush of color in her cheeks and a grimace on her face. Yeah, she walked herself right into that one. Not that she could help it in the heat of the moment, but damn, she really needed to learn to not encourage the very behavior she was trying to avoid.

The pressure intensifies, growling out a strangled groan and forcing her eyes shut as she struggles to resist, squirming away once again. But the pressure only remains for seconds longer before vanishing, and Audrey rolls to her side, her body curling in on itself as she tends to her bruise.

But she doesn't get to stay there for long. A hand snatches her by the hair, in that familiar spot right at the base of her ponytail - a favorite, it seemed, of her tormentors. Her head is tugged sharply backwards as she is pulled off the ground, forcing her to hastily scramble to her knees. One hand shoots free of her stomach to grab at his wrist, as though that might ease some of the pain. It doesn't.

"A-ah! Ahhh!" the redhead cries, the tugging drawing sharp gasping breaths, as well as tears to her eyes. The hand under her chin does little to muffle her whimpering, but Audrey is forced to her feet, though she is compelled to rise without the additional pull, the yanking of her hair more than enough to spur her into voluntary motion.

She is pulled all the way to her feet, but she doesn't say vertical for long. Blaise forces her head beneath his arm, the redhead having to bend over slightly to accommodate. Blaise also captures one of her arms, and she knows what's coming next. She reaches up with her free hand, ignoring the discomfort in her scalp and her gut, and places her hand on his chest - there is no pressure, no scratching or pounding, just a delicate touch to help maintain what little balance she still had.

But she isn't lifted up immediately - instead, a sharp jab hits her in the side! Her whole body jolts, and her fingers curl; there's more pressure there now, a more focused effort to remain standing. A second jab comes, rocking her further; her nails scratch him slightly, but not out of intent. By the third, her legs nearly give out, but his grip on her head keeps her upright enough for her to regain her footing.

Satisfied that she'd been thoroughly tenderized, Blaise finally grabbed her by the skirt and heaved her up into the air. Blood began to rush to Audrey's head, but now that she was up, Blaise didn't seem to want to linger - she quickly arced through the air and back down again, in a way that suggested he didn't simply want to let her fall - he wanted to make sure she felt it!

And feel it she did - her whole spine vibrated upon impact, the tremors sending shockwaves through her entire body. She rebounded hard after colliding with the mat. The second landing was nowhere near as intense as the first had been, of course, but nevertheless the assault had Audrey's back arching in agony. This, she knew, was why she needed to stay out of the grip of these muscle-laden men. It was too easy for them to simply pick her up like a doll and toss her around.

But in her current state, still reeling from that heavy slam, she was in no position to defend herself...

[CyanDimitrik]

By now, Blaise had grown somewhat familiar to the touch of a woman in a wrestling ring. it was a hell of a thing to get used to when he first made the swap from more, shall we say, traditional wrestling promotions to LAW, but he's been in enough matches that it's become less distracting. Still, Audrey's personality is an intriguing one. The seeming animosity she held towards him from the outset felt like it went beyond the evening's rivalry. The way she seemed to prioritize keeping out of reach; an obviously good idea for a noticeably stronger foe, but it came across more determined than that. It wasn't insulting, he didn't take it personally - but it was curious.

The real reasons never would've crossed his mind, of course. Not Blaise. Blaise never assumes the worst in anyone, even after his return as the Phoenix.

But this intrigue only made the touch of her hand to his chest more noticeable. It shouldn't be, he's well aware that it's natural for supporting oneself in those positions. But the physical contact felt more like a prize, after the extended game of keepaway. He'd earned this position. And he earned that grudging flush of her cheeks when he made his dumb joke.

Heck, it was kind'a cute.

Upon slamming the girl down behind him, Blaise immediately surges with adrenaline and nips up to his full height again, arms thrown wide to either side. He doesn't linger in the moment long, however - the last thing he wants is for her to get squirrely on him again. And when he whirls around to look at her, he catches sight of her slender body arching in recoil from the impact.

Perfect. He knows just how to follow this up.

Looming behind her, Blaise leans down to snag a fistful of her ponytail again. Really, it's the easiest way to keep her tame and ensure he's manipulating her balance! No malice intended! The other hand hooks beneath her shoulder, both pulling upwards to drag her to her feet again, this time turned away from him. Upon forcing her to stand, the hand beneath her shoulder swaps to reach low, bringing his left arm over her hip to hook between her legs beneath her right knee. The right hand releases her ponytail in favor of hooking the limb beneath her left arm and behind her neck.

Both arms pull upwards to pump Audrey's body into the air, swinging her into a lateral press position across his chest. Her bare stomach meets the flat and defined plane of his pectoral muscles momentarily, before dropping the support of his arms and collapsing to a kneel, bringing her lower back to collide heavily across his upturned knee in a classic backbreaker!

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

Still reeling from that tremendous impact, all Audrey could do was try to soothe the damage in the aftermath. Her body arched in an effort to ease the tension, her hand flying to the spot to gingerly rub at it. She bit her lip in an effort to keep from further screaming, instead drawing in sharp breaths and releasing low, pained groans.

But rest was not something that was granted, it was earned - and Audrey's reeling on the ground did not earn her anything except another tug on her hair. She let out another scream, this time with tears stinging her eyes at the sudden and unexpected pull, with both her hands reaching up this time to clutch at his wrist, the pain in her back forgotten, though not gone.

Audrey barely registers the arm hooking under her shoulder to assist with forcing her to her feet until she finds herself there again, this time with her back to her opponent - and no time to turn around! She feels a hand on her leg and immediate panic drowns out all else, her frenzied squirming foiled by Blaise's arm preventing her from dashing away, until before she knows it, she's being held sideways against Blaise's chest, the skin-to-skin contact sharpening her senses - just in time for gravity to reclaim her and feel her spine shatter against Blaise's knee!

"Gh- Aaaaaaaahh!!"

The redhead lets out another earsplitting scream of pure agony upon impact, the move doing double duty of managing to connect in the same area - or close enough to - that she had landed on only moments before! But the pain wasn't the only issue. With her body arched limply around Blaise's knee, blood began to rush to her head. While one hand attempted (and, for the most part, failed) to reach beneath her back to tend to her re-ignited wound, the other flew to the mat to brace herself with her palm, an effort to find some balance that was quickly joined by her feet, her legs spreading instinctively to widen her angle.

It remained to be seen whether or not it mattered; Blaise could keep her there easily by applying some pressure with his hands, or he could simply shove her off and let her resume writhing in agony (and possibly attack her hair for a third time...!). Audrey assumed his plan was the former - further torment while getting to admire quite the unobstructed angle of her body - but her only focus amidst the miasma of pain was to find balance first, and then, if possible, roll herself gently off his knee to the ground so her spine could stop screeching.

[CyanDimitrik]

Audrey's a smart girl. Let no one say otherwise. She has exactly the right read on the situation.

Once her back impacts his knee and the agonized sound escapes her, it isn't long before she's balanced across his knee in a beautifully arched display. Every curve of her feminine form, emphasized. Every contour of her abdominal muscles taut against her skin. It's easy to admire her flexibility in the moment, her form on display. No doubt the cameras feel the same way. It's enough to inspire him to keep things going, in fact. Or at least, it would - if it weren't the plan from the outset.

Blaise's right hand sets beneath her chin, thumb settling alongside her throat while the other fingers wrap her jaw to her cheek. The other hand slides upwards from between her legs. The palm brushes the smooth skin of her inner-thigh in passing before finding its place focusing on her right thigh. His fingers squeeze the muscle, securing the hold.

Just as she'd expected, both hands push downwards. The hold on the leg keeps her anchored securely on the lower half, while the hand beneath her jaw pushes the top of her head steadily towards the mat behind her in increments. He pressures the hold for lengthy seconds at a time, each one meant to wrench a scream of pain from her, to rack her body against the unyielding knee. Then a brief reprieve, not to let her relax in that awkward position, but to give her a chance to take in a few breaths before pushing downwards again, a little further each time. Each one brings his toned chest closer and closer towards the span of her stretched midsection.

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

Audrey never got to the 'roll off his knee' part of her plan. Her body had been aching already from the slam, but the forced stretch when his hand pressed down on her chin was torturous! Audrey was a flexible girl, and she could endure a lot of contortion, that much was certain... but that didn't mean it was comfortable. Her cheeks flushed with color at the touch when his fingers squeezed her inner thigh, but that was all the mental capacity she could consciously spare in the moment, most of it going towards trying to push back against the pressure bending her torso towards the mat!

Blaise didn't simply push and hold her there, no... he'd apply pressure in bursts, each time drawing a sharp gasp and a scream from the redhead as if knowing that was his goal all along. It didn't take long at all for Audrey's ponytail to brush against the mat, fanning out as she tried weakly to shake her head and failed. Her top strained against the continued pressure and the way her chest was forced to adjust to her spine's unnatural bend, but continued to miraculously do its one duty and keep her covered... well, where it mattered. And no doubt that those spectators on her opposite end were being treated to an equally delightful sight, as having her legs spread to distribute her balance was without question revealing what she wore beneath. And while Audrey was being shown off, intentionally or otherwise, Blaise's own body continued to loom ever larger over her, the distance between them growing gradually closer...

Screaming was about all Audrey could do to fight back. She attempted to shift one hand off the mat to try and pull at his wrist on more than one occasion, but each time found that it had only made it easier for Blaise to force her body to arch downwards, and so she abandoned that effort, using whatever strength she had to simply plant her limbs in place and push back as hard as she could muster, and hope Blaise got tired of hearing her wail as she simultaneously fought a second battle against the tears stinging her eyes.

[CyanDimitrik]

This was what Blaise had expected, really. It wasn't that he thought little of the ginger currently suffering over his knee. It's that she's not the musclebound type, and her defensive strategy usually gets employed by those who are... well, in a way of looking at it, glass cannons. She had the girl-next-door look, her body is clearly fit, she's durable enough to be a scrapper. But when it comes to sustained pain and brute force, what really could she do?

Nothing. She could just suffer. But to her credit, Audrey isn't giving in. She's trying to endure the pain, to resist giving in. He'd give her credit for that. A lot of girls would be tapping out to make the pain stop. Hell, the hold is designed to force that out of her. To make her submit. But she's hanging on.

His head lifts to look out at the crowd, smiling with the intensity of the match. It's impossible not to. He loves what he does, the primal nature of it, the raw physical contest for dominance. One body was going to end up reigning over another tonight. Everything's on the line. And right now, he has her right where he wants her. And the audience, they're giving their enthusiastic support of the torture.

When he looks down again, Blaise leans in to stack the pressure in another violent push, urging the top of her head towards the mat. His chest is leaned over her body enough that his skin finally grazes the warm, smooth span of her taut midsection. Just barely at first, with the elbow of his right arm pressing into the inviting cleavage of her breasts.

This pressure is sustained for several seconds; he's abandoned the idea of forcing her to give in to him just yet, and instead wanting to stack as much pain and damage against her spine as he can to ensure she won't be zipping around the ring with the same alacrity as before. But after the pressure suddenly ends and his hands release her body, he straightens his back.

She's still spread over his knee perfectly.

The hands raise above his head and come together into a double axehandle. Then he swings downwards, blasting the joined fists in hard against the pit of her unprotected stomach and lingering. Two seconds. Three seconds. Letting the audience absorb the sight of her body pulverized upon his knee, whatever agony written on her face. And finally, the fists unlink and with one hand at her hip, the other at her shoulder, he shoves to roll her off to the mat.

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

Indeed, Audrey's body was not built for the kind of roughhousing that her larger opponents usually employed. She had the endurance, if nothing else, but what good was endurance when she could do nothing to counter it in response, the result being to simply prolong her torture? It was why she employed the defensive, agile strategies she did, predictable though they might be; her best defense against such powerhouses was to simply not let them snare her in the first place. In any given match, she knew it was all but inevitable that she'd get caught eventually; getting a flawless victory was rare even for the most experienced veterans. But she certainly had hoped her training would have allowed her to evade easier and recover faster than this.

None of her speed training mattered once she was caught. She was too easily bruised and wounded and kept helpless in place while her foe positioned her how they pleased. That familiar position was where she found herself now, body forcibly contorted around Blaise's knee, her only defense the bracing of her arms and legs in a failing battle to resist the bending of her spine.

Audrey wants to tap, of course. But whether from the awkwardness of her position or her stubborn pride, she doesn't. She's endured worse, although in the heat of the moment, the backbreaker sure feels like number one on her list. But with her refusal to submit, and inability to fight back and break free, the redhead is left with nothing but to continue to take it, her body visibly trembling under the strain as it is finally bent so far to the point she can feel the top of her head touching the mat. Her high-pitched whimpers are drowned out by the ringing of the crowd in her ears, roaring their approval of Blaise's crushing hold.

Among the pain-riddled sensory overload, Audrey finds she also cannot ignore Blaise's physical presence. He's crouched so low over her body that his chest brushes noticeably against her abdominals, the heat radiating off him intensifying the warmth already consuming her, and his arm is right up against her breasts - an inevitable result of just how far her body had been stretched, though fairly obviously without the skin contact being the intention. Regardless, sensitive as her skin was in the area, the redhead simply couldn't ignore it.

The bouncing had stopped, giving way to constant, sustained pressure instead. With no breaks in between to gasp in air, Audrey's sniffling whimpers transitioned to agonized screams in return. The tears begin to spill from her closed eyes, a sudden, internal fear of her spine actually being in danger of permanent damage surfacing. But just as Audrey gives thought to surrender, the pressure eases.

Her screaming ceases along with the pressure holding her down, gone like it had never been there, replaced with the sound of her trying not to hyperventilate as she noisily gasps for air. Still splayed over Blaise's leg, she attempts to lift her head, but the agony in her spine makes it difficult, and it's almost less painful to simply remain there in the arch she'd been pushed into.

At least, for a few brief seconds, it was, until Blaise's fists hammered down into her gut! Her eyes snapped open with a gasping exhale as the air she'd recovered was stolen again. Her legs kicked up into the air, her head and neck involuntarily attempting to do so as well, though her extreme angle did not let her rise very far. And before she realizes what hit her, she feels a shove, and her body crumples to the mat.

Her spine aches from the agonizing hold, and for several seconds, she writhes there on the ground, as she attempts to soothe her lower back and stomach at the same time. Eventually she curls in on herself, forcing her body into the opposite arc, hoping it might remedy some of the damage.

Audrey is unsure of the length of time she is allowed to spend thrashing around on the ground unhindered, but apparently Blaise is in no hurry to help her get to her feet this time. Eventually, Audrey does begin to rise; she can't simply stay down. But her mobility is shot with that prolonged spine torment. Her body is hunched over, both arms wrapped around her stomach, her balance so shaky that she has to reposition her feet multiple times so as to not fall back over again. But though she feels like hell, she grits her teeth and lifts her head enough to look towards Blaise. As expected, he is in no hurry now, simply letting her take the time to recover.

It's the break Audrey needs. He expects her to back off, to try to create distance, to buy herself more time to breathe. But the redhead has another, spur of the moment idea - take him by surprise and show him that she's not as immobile as his hold was meant to leave her. Still hunched over but now with her shoulders tucked low, Audrey takes off at a sprint, wincing as her own body rebels. But she pushes through it, charging right at Blaise. Giant though he may be, even he may knocked over with the element of surprise, and Audrey intends to spear him right down to the ground!