Bash at the Beach! Alice Starr vs Blaise Cameron (Complete!)

[CosmicStarr]

Alice wasn't exactly the most difficult girl to lift, drag, or move around to begin with, but she was completely out of it, offering up no resistance whatsoever as Blaise dragged her over to the corner. laying her flat across from the nearest turnbuckle. She didn't stir as he moved her, and she certainly didn't stir when he manipulated her arms and legs to place her in the perfect position to recieve his finisher. Her chest and stomach rose and fell with each soft, slow breath her body took, but that was about it.

Quite literally, she never saw it coming.

Blase gracefully flew through the air before crashing down across Alice's taut, yet soft tummy. She jolted awake on impact, her eyes snapping open and her limbs flying upwards. The impact was heavy enough for her breasts to jiggle and pop free from her small bandeau Bikini top, exposing herself to Blaise, the referee girl, and anybody in the crowd bearing witness to the utter defeat she was suffering in this mismatch!

"Nggggh..." she murmured, gazing up at Blaise, her big blue eyes slightly glossed over. She was completely spent and defeated at this point, and the only thing she could manage to do is gently bite her lip while she lied there on the mat, breathing heavily.

[CyanDimitrik]

And there it was, that long awaited sensation of impact with what might be his first real finisher. His sleek abs slam down across Alice's soft tummy, caving her in and shaking the ring. Once the his new position has settled in, he shoots a look back to her face, noting her helplessness - and the fact that her breasts had come free. With a blink and rosying of his cheeks, he looks ahead again. He's in a prime pinning position. He can't let her go to let her fix herself. That'll come after, and he'll apologize for it!

For now, though, his back arches to grind his midsection hard over hers. He braces himself on his elbows on the mat, head raised to the beach-going audience. The referee drops beside Alice to strike the mat, each time hard enough to lightly ruffle her fine blonde hair.

"One!"

"Two!"

Each hit causes a little more tension in him, not only at the prospect of beating her, but with the knowledge of what comes with it. He gets to keep her. At least for a day, she's his. Whatever that entails.

[CosmicStarr]

Alice was completely spent, lying there under Blaise after having the wind knocked completely out of her via his Frog Splash finisher. She was barely conscious at this point, and while she was aware of what was going on, she had neither the energy, nor the will, to continue at this point. She hadn't really had a lot of luck when it came to wrestling, and today certainly wasn't the day that her fortunes would change -- at least he was kind of cute...

Blaise's blush wasn't lost on her when they caught eyes for a moment, and she couldn't help but flash a tiny, exhausted smile when he averted his gaze. For a moment, she found herself wishing he didn't, because as she quickly found out during her history of losing matches, looking into your opponent's eyes is a lot easier than staring up into the arena lights -- or in this case, the bright, blazing sun! All there was to do now was close her eyes and wait for the referee's count...

..."Three!"

[CyanDimitrik]

And there it was!

*DING* *DING* *DING*

Though reluctant to break contact with the girl he'd been almost-intimate with in the ring a couple times this match, Blaise shifts onto his knees with a wide-eyed, almost blank stare. The referee starts to tug him up, only to give up on that and just raises his arm. His name is announced, and he's still in something of a stunned, elated silence. He beat someone! For his first match in this federation, he pinned someone! And she didn't just give it to him!

His eyes return to her, and he blinks again. "Ahh- sorry about your top!," he blurts sheepishly, quickly looking away. "Didn't mean to! I mean- we're fighting and stuff happens, but- sorry!"

He has half a mind to help her cover up, but that'd just be weird and maybe intrusive and he doesn't know what to do with himself! His mind is racing. But finally, he teeters back onto his feet and stands up. Carefully checking to see if she'd fixed her wardrobe malfunction, he'll then offer her a hand up. Should she accept, Alice will find herself tugged into a one-armed hug. The other arm is motioning towards her in recognition. She gave a good match! That's his position on it; good luck changing it.

"And Alice is his prisoner of war for the next twenty four hours!," concludes the announcer.

[CosmicStarr]

Alice laid there with her eyes closed, regaining her composure and recovering from the embarassing squash she was just on the receiving end of. This wasn't her first loss, and it most likely wouldn't be her last, but despite it not really going her way, it didn't really seem that bad, after all? She prefered this to losses against some of her more cruel opponents, that's for sure.

It wasn't until Blaise stood up that she began to stir, opening her eyes and bringing her arm up to cover her chest. It wasn't until she saw her opponent offering his hand that she adjusted her top and took it, immediately finding herself being tugged up into a hug. She shrieked a bit as she was yanked up, bumping directly into Blaise and just sort of melting into him, burying her face into his chest as she slumped against him. It took her a few moments, but she finally wrapped her arm around him as well to reciprocate the hug.

"Well... what now?" She asked softly, looking up at him. "Looks like you're calling the shots for the next 24 hours, B-man."

[CyanDimitrik]

In spite of his efforts to share the credit for a good match and show, Alice seems to be completely his from the moment she's on her feet again. She's slumped into him, face against his chest, and latching on with a tight hug of her own. It's cute. Endearing, even. And in no way lessens the attraction towards her that's been building since the bell rang.

And now she's his. Holy crap, she's his.

Blaise swallows hard.

With one arm still around her waist, his head tilts down to look at her again. She's fixed her top, so it's safe to do so! "Well.. for starters, let's get out of this ring."

Tugging her by the middle, Blaise leads her to the edge of the ring and pulls the ropes apart - one foot on the bottom, gripping the middle in his hand to force a gap. Nodding, he ushers her through, wherein he'll drop after her. The ring will see use again very soon by the announcer who'll call the next combatants. As for these two, Blaise is leading her away from the crowd.

Winner by Pinfall: Blaise Cameron