Blaise 'n' Diana - Bestest Beach Buddies

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise watches her eyes flee back into her skull for a moment with the same plaintive innocence a cow might display in the same situation.

"Suck? No way, every loss is a lesson learned, a chance to grow," posits the young grappler. There's a chance he missed that it was meant to be a ribbing statement; or he simply ran with it. "Blaise. Blaise is my name," he adds helpfully.

"'Sides," he says, affecting a playfully smug tilt of his chin, "I could totally take you. And that's what matters, isn't it?"

[Devilish53]

And there it was.

The challenge.

One Diana was not exactly calling for, but certainly hoping to receive.

"Diana..." Her name given back with a grin, the Italian soon gave Blaise a answer regarding the offer of a challenge. Namely, by latching her powerful mitts to his shoulders, before falling straight back; attempting to roll her now-foe over with her, into the sand!

[CyanDimitrik]

Oh, her name's Diana. Cool. And then her hands plant on his shoulders.

"Hah, what'cha doi-ack!"

He finds himself yanked forward and flipped over, landing squarely in the sand with the athletic woman landing over him. "Oomf!" Without waiting for confirmation, he attempts to grab her at the elbow and pull on the joint, while twisting with his hips in an effort to roll the two over again. This time, he's hoping to end atop the dark-haired woman!

[Devilish53]

Landing atop that toned figure with an audible grunt, Diana couldn't help but laugh.

"What? Don't you think a nod is a bit too bland?" Grin baring her teeth, Diana weirdly enough didn't even prevent the pinned opponent beneath her from clasping upon her form, before seamlessly rolling her over into the sand. This was hardly a pay-per view fight after all. It was barely even a fight.

And whats more, Diana wanted Blaise to know she was more than up for some enjoyable fun, rather than a serious or violent sand scuffle. Keeping her arms stern, she'd attempt to slowly raise a leg up to press the base of her foot upon Blaise's abdomen, much like she had done a second ago to perform the monkey flip. Only, this was purely for stability; to stop Blaise ceasing an utterly controlling posture.

For now.

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise snickers along with her.

"Well, well," he says with a tilt of his head. "Someone knows a thing or two, doesn't she?" He's impressed with the takedown. But he'd prefer to stay the one in the dominant position. As her foot sneaks up, he attempts to twist around and wriggle, trying to push his chest and abs against her body and leave no room for what he expects to be a prompt kick-off.

"Should I start the count?," he asks playfully.

[Devilish53]

Her attempt at a meek defence easily pushed aside, Diana's lips would form the faintest of smiles, as her usually stern demeanour found itself cracking given how much she desired such a easy-going bout. Her male foe now pressing tightly against her, the Italian's grin would form a large O for a second, as Blaise's body press pushed the air from her tummy before she managed to hold fast.

"If you think that'd do you any good..." Words accompanied with a wink, as Diana had zero intention of both staying on the bottom posture, nor having the encounter end in such a sudden manner.

[CyanDimitrik]

Challenge accepted! If it was a challenge, that is.

Blaise slips his left arm around her neck to cradle her head, while his right arm dips low to hook her leg and pull it high. It'll test her flexibility, but he suspects she's perfectly fine with that. It'll also put them in an intimate, but pinning, position, pressed tight together, nearly nose to nose.

"One," he counts with a small smile, his eyes locked onto hers.

This definitely isn't what he'd expected out here, but he's not knocking it. Athletic bombshell picks a fight and they roll around on the beach? He's fine with that. But, wait, did she pick the fight? Did he? Whatever. All that matters is the moment; and the deliberately slow-paced count. He's in no rush.

[Devilish53]

Head tucked and leg lifted, Diana's face contorted ever so slightly as she was forcibly stretched out, albeit soon offering a response of her own. She had zero intention of the scuffle ending so quickly on a pinfall, but the wrestler in Diana was already screaming it's heart out for her to break it regardless.

Throwing whichever arm nearest could straight up, she would attempt to hook it around her foes own head as the other held his sides for support. Pulling in a light headlock, she'd attempt to yank Blaise's skull towards the warm sand, whilst bucking her other shoulder up. If her male foe refused to budge on the pin-hold, then Diana may just seize the top spot!

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise refuses to surrender the hold on her! Her struggling, and even the reversal, isn't unexpected - or even unwelcome. The tension's fun, actually. So when she draws him in closer and bucks, he rolls over, ending with her laying atop him. He releases her leg to instead loop the arm around her waist, but the other stays settled around her neck.

"Quickest.. break.. ever," he chides.

His back arches, as if testing her resolution to stay over him - or possibly just to press tighter into his amazonian opponent teasingly.

[Devilish53]

Now free of a pin fall she had zero intention of falling to regardless, Diana would attempt to pull her top half away. She was by no means removing herself from her straddling position atop of her male foe, just simply trying to lift her top half straight, so that she could protrude a position of power upon her pinned foe.

If Blaise didn't feel mocked, or as if Diana wasn't taking him seriously from such a posture alone, then Diana was keen to see how her male foe reacted as she brought up both hands to her hair. Simply massaging her fingers through it as a brief flaring of her hair blocked out the sun in Blaise's eyes; apparently not at all feeling the need to use either of her toned biceps to restrain him!