Irish Shots! - Erin Quinn & Blaise Cameron

[CyanDimitrik]

The grapple is pretty fun for Blaise, even if Erin is obviously uncomfortable with her predicament. She's about his size, she's pretty, fiesty... she can take what he's been dishing out so far! Of course, he plans to find her limit and score the pin, but he's definitely enjoying this. His biceps tense, digging into her ribs and bringing her body to grind harder into his unforgiving frame.

Her fist slams into his ribs, albeit from a weird angle. He grits his teeth to try to bear it. "Kind'a.. the point..," he replies, strained in the effort to crush her. Her fist lands again, getting a yelp this time. "Ah!" He releases her, granting her that much-desired relief from the pressure. But it isn't without some intended follow-up! He tries to catch her head under his right arm and yank back, intent on plummeting to the mat and spiking her head against the surface in a DDT!

[Noob]

Erin might have felt that she had become a pant size smaller after being crushed against Blaise, but her repeated hits eventually got him to let go. Finally she was able to focus on something other then her lack of breath and their bodies grinding together. "Gotcha!" She commented now that she was free. Her break didn't last for long though and Blaise clearly didn't want to give her time to rest. Almost immediately he was going in for a move.

The redhead didn't intend to let Blaise catch her again. She was more or less on to him. When she was released she'd quickly make a grab for Blaise's waist and go in for a quick bearhug of her own. She didn't intend to crush him for very long though, instead opting for a belly to belly suplex. As was her style she tried to slam her sparring partner back to the mat.

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise is at least trying to have a little follow-through with his attacks. It's a rare and magical thing, coming from him; he, who would otherwise be a pretty solid wrestler and likely with a record to reflect it. But sometimes even with a snappy follow-through, the other guy - or gal, in this case - sneaks one in a little quicker and more effectively.

The most Blaise manages is getting his right arm over her right shoulder, and that doesn't grant him much leverage against what she has in mind. In fact, it kind of helps her. He finds his trim, lean body compacts against hers this time! "Hnh!," he grunts at the squeeze. His hands set to her shoulders, back arching under the pressure, his sleek abs grinding against her stomach. But relief comes pretty quickly - if relief it can be called - as he's twisted through the air and slammed back down to the mat with a single, stiff jolt. "Gh..!" Limbs splay out as he lies on his back, dazed, staring up at the ceiling, frame rising and falling deeply with each breath.

[Noob]

After flooring Blaise, Erin had some breathing room. "Phew, that was a close one." she said out loud while wiping some of the sweat from her forehead. "A bit more of that and I might have actually been in trouble." She'd tell Blaise, not that it would help him now. The redhead looked down at the sprawled out teen and would think about what to do. She didn't exactly want to take it easy on him but at the same time wasn't sure if a friendly spar was the place to really get much rougher.

"Well since you liked having me so close, I guess this'll be nice right?" Erin teased as she got down and laid herself over her sparring partner's chest. She'd see how much resistance Blaise was going to offer but for the moment she thought her body weight would be enough to hold his shoulders down.

[CyanDimitrik]

None, to begin. But that's more a credit to the slam than having an attractive Irish lass lying across him. But in short order, his eyes start to refocus, and his head tilts to look down to her face, bemused smile worn. He isn't actually sure how to respond at first; inexperience with wrestling girls is showing through a bit.

But his head drops to the mat again with a breathy laugh. "Ahh, yeah, not complaining!," he chirps. His hand moves to lightly nudge at her ribs. "You're strong. But I'm still gonna be the one on top by the end of this." Nudge. Nudge. They're half-hearted, at best. She didn't start the count, so he's enjoying the moment of unusually relaxed levity sprawled with her. Not only because it's a very new sort of fun, but also because it gives him a chance to recuperate more.

"Present, ah, circumstance notwithstanding."

[Noob]

"Well if you like it so much down there you can stay." Erin stuck her tongue out at Blaise and slapped the mat. "One." She began to count. So far he didn't seem to be putting up much resistance but she guessed that would change. She didn't take him as the type to just quit. "Oh and you're definitely not ending up on top today." She continued to tease. As far as she was concerned Blaise was not getting up from this pin. Or if he did she'd just put him right down again.

Truth be told Erin was also happy to have the chance for a quick rest. Tossing Blaise around as much as she was was hard work. The teen wasn't exactly small. Still it was worth it. So far the match had been exciting and with a bit of down time she was sure she could continue to go at it with her new sparring partner until he was all tired out. Granted if she had her way that would probably be happening sooner rather than later.

[CyanDimitrik]

Her hand hits the mat, that first count sounds off, and Blaise is still reclined back on the mat with the girl lying across him. The hand that had nudged her ribs now simply rests on her bare skin, chest rising and falling deeply beneath her with each breath.

"I might linger for just another second," he play-flirts. "And, hey, you say that now, but in just a few more minutes.. if even that!" His head lifts to try to get a look at her face. His own wears a persistently upbeat look, if flavored with defiance.

[Noob]

"Linger all ya want. I don't mind." Erin comments. She had no problem with her partner laying under her for longer, specifically long enough for two more counts. Any hint of flirting was lost on the redhead who was fairly oblivious. She slapped the mat once more. "Two!" She said with a smile. As soon as Blaise looked up to get a glimpse of her face she'd put a hand on his head and ruffle his hair before pushing his head back towards the mat.

"Nope, sorry but you stay there." She teased. All Erin needed was one more moment to bring their spar to a close. Blaise had surprised her before though so she couldn't exactly count him completely out yet and would try her best to just hold him down.

[CyanDimitrik]

Wait, was that a flirt? Blaise is left to puzzle the Irish lass atop him while she ruffles his hair. He doesn't allow himself much time to consider it, though. The count may not be particularly aggressive or up-tempo, but she just called the two. He's still got plenty left in the tank!

He twists in suddenly, tilting his body towards her to pop his shoulder off the mat. "No way! You can't corral a wild stallion!" Not that Blaise is in the slightest way cowboy; it's only what came to mind in that instant. "C'mon, off'a me, hotstuff," he chides, pushing at her shoulder and side.

[Noob]

Much to Erin's displeasure she was pushed off of Blaise, or at least enough for him to get his shoulder up. The redhead sighed and sat up now that the pin was broken. It wasn't long before she sent a hard jab towards her sparring partner's ribs. "Shut...it." She commented, not to pleased with his compliments nor did she think he deserved to call himself a stallion.

"I think you're more like an ass...erm donkey" The Irish lass said with a chuckle. She would soon get off of Blaise and back up, now on her knees. "So, still have anything left in the tank? Or are you all talk?" She asked, wondering if he'd be able to put up much more of a fight. Either way she had had fun so far and Blaise had been putting up a good fight.