Erin vs Blaise PoW Match

[Noob]

"nnnf!" Erin groaned as Blaise planted himself atop her. His body soon pressed tightly against her toned tummy. While she was a bit jostled, she was nowhere near tired enough for a pin and so she was wondering what could be going through Blaise's head since he seemed to be trying that. She had been expecting something quite a bit more rough and instead was just met with a light smush. It wasn't long though before the redhead new exactly what Blaise was going for.

Blaise seemed as if he was going to hook her leg up I to the air but his hand would purposefully linger, his fingers teasing her just briefly. Even though she had plenty of time to catch her breath, the redhead soon felt breathless once again and for a good few moments was frozen in place. She would respond with a sharp gasp before looking at Blaise with a confused expression. Part of her wondered if Blaise had done that on purpose while the other half of her just didn't believe that he had done it at all.

Whatever she thought though the redhead would soon be planting her hands in Blaise to shove him right off of her. She wasn't about to let him get one over in her. Or if he had she wasn't about to admit it.

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise wasn't sure what kind of reaction to expect. He didn't really expect her to stay lying down for the whole ten-count. But what he was hoping for was to just... get things started. To get a feel for how she'd react to his teasing. What he saw was confusion, which he couldn't really say was unexpected. But what he felt wasn't rejection. Her breathing changed, there was that subtle shifting in her body.

The rejection came shortly after.

Blaise was shoved aside off of her, immediately lifting to his knees. "It's what we're supposed to do!," he defends. "Don't.. uh.. blame me if you like it too much."

There. Maybe that'll throw her.

Blaise reaches out again, this time to take her by the shoulders and pull her up to her feet.

[Noob]

Sure Erin knew lewd tactics were allowed in this match but for whatever reason she hadn't thought Blaise was going to go for that. Or maybe she just didn't think he would have the chance. Regardless, he did and the redhead would have to deal with it for the rest of the match it seemed. What got under her skin more though were his words afterwards. "H...huh?" She stammered at first, processing the words. "Don't give yourself THAT much credit. Ya surprised me is all!" Erin soon shouted, perhaps a bit louder than she needed to.

Erin now felt herself becoming a bit self conscious and would take a brief moment to adjust her bottoms. In that time Blaise had grabbed her by the shoulders though and began to pull her up. Since he had elected not to go for anything too rough previously though Erin, while a bit flustered maybe, had plenty of energy back in her tank. As she rose, so would her knee which she intended to drive right into Blaise's gut.

[CyanDimitrik]

Was Erin... flustered? He'd only seen her like that perhaps once before, and during basketball - a game she wasn't particularly good at. He originally thought he was just messing with her and trying to distract from a dirty tactic, but her reaction has him thinking. Maybe he should to do that more. There might be something to it. Anyway, it was her choice to wear the bikini! Provocative redhead!

As Blaise pulls her up to her feet, a little distracted with his own review of what just happened, he's met with a knee to the midsection. His abs cave around her, popping up a half-inch from the mat before doubling over. The grip on her shoulders is no longer much of a grip - more like vague, dazed pawing against her skin as his head hangs. "Guahh.."

[Noob]

The redhead was very satisfied after driving her knee into Blaise's stomach. She got just the reaction she wanted out of him. She had caught him distracted and now had him doubled over and barely holding on to her. "Heh hope I didn't hit ya too hard, did I?" She teased as she wrapped an arm around his neck to catch him in a quick headlock. She squeezed tight, soon standing up straight and holding him there for a bit. "I'll hit ya harder if your hands keep on wandering though." The redhead teased and with her free hand she reached forward and to give Blaise a rather firm slap on the ass. "Eh...maybe I'll save that til after the match. I don't need to give the crowd THAT much of a show." she trailed off as she giggling to herself for a brief moment.

Eventually Erin figured out what she planned on doing with Blaise. She took a deep breath and would try to gather up a bit of strength before trying to lift Blaise into the air, going for a vertical suplex. If Blaise was going to try and toss her around, She'd make sure to show him how it's done. If there was one thing Erin prided herself on after all it was her ability to lift things up and put them down...hard. Of course it would take quite an effort from the redhead but it would be worth it to hear what she hoped would be the satisfying thud of him meeting the canvas.

[CyanDimitrik]

There's a slap against Blaise's backside, eliciting a yelp from the teen in question. Though from this position, there's clearly nothing he can really do about it. The aforementioned roaming hands have set against her body, one on her waist, the other at her hip. "You're the one.. who chose.. to wear a bikini!," he retorts, despite the disadvantageous position. He's never been accused of solid strategy before.

It didn't seem to really matter. She already had plans! With him already headlocked under her arm, it's short work to complete the setup for what she's doing. Blaise is hefted high into the air, his sleek body on full display to the cheering audience. "Aah!" His arm hooks her neck as much to brace himself as anything, his legs ramrod straight into the air. She won't be denied that satisfying, ring-shuddering impact of his toned body impacting the mat behind her, bouncing once before lying flat. His back arches, eyes squeezing shut in recoil and pain.

[Noob]

Erin didn't bother to respond to Blaise's comment. She'd let her actions do the talking for her. Slamming Blaise down she also took a bit of a fall and winced in pain. But she didn't take the brunt of the force though and was able to roll onto her front and push herself up onto her hands and knees. "What was that? Ya saying something down there? Couldn't here ya." The redhead teased as she took a deep breath. Lifting the ever so slightly taller wrestler hadn't been nearly as easy as dropping him it seemed.

With Blaise stunned from the impact, Erin was free to follow up. The Irish lass would pounce forward, lightly slamming her body against her opponent in what could barely be called a splash. She just wanted to get in position for a pin though and was soon laying with her body pressed against Blaise's, her hips against his and her bust resting against his chest. She looked down at her opponent and flashed him a quick smirk. "You ain't gonna just stay down are ya?" She asked as she grabbed his hands and lightly held them at his sides.

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise's arching body is suddenly, surprisingly, flattened out by the introduction of Erin's body atop it.

It's weird, this conflict of emotion in the middle of a match. Almost by necessity, Blaise has to see Erin as something other than just an opponent tonight. If he's going to make use of what's expected of him, and not become her humiliating property, he has to let himself be... shall we say, inclined, to her scantly-clad person. And though there's been some unpleasant friction, their first meeting was a little more rife with that attraction. But he'd made a concerted effort to put it out of his mind. He'd seen her as an opponent since. Platonic at best. And yet, here he is, lying beneath her, feeling her body so completely against his, with nothing to do but to stare up at her smug face.

Blaise shifts a little beneath her. Partly to test the hold she has on him, and part to allow himself that aforementioned indulgence. His toned pecs brush against her breasts, bare abdominals sliding against her stomach, and hips more distinctly pressing in against hers - the latter doing little to nothing to hide his growing, physical desire for her. There's really no way for him to be subtle about that.

In the meantime, the referee-girl has dropped beside the pair to begin counting the pin.

"One!"

"Two!"

Blaise knows this is meant to be a lengthy pin. He can afford to stare up at Erin, part questioning. A knee shifts, thigh brushing against thigh. Every single point of contact between them is somehow heightened for this match.

"Didn't plan on it..."

"Three!"

"Plan on being on top tonight..."

[Noob]

Erin wasn't usually one to rest on her laurels but just this once she thought it ok to allow herself to hold off on continuing her offence. The redhead would be lying if she said she didn't somewhat enjoy the position she was in, her chest pressed against his while each shift in position just caused more friction between the two. Plus it was prime Blaise teasing position.

Not gripping Blaise particularly strong, Erin was jostled a bit from side to side as he moved around under her. "C'mon. At least consider it!" The Irish brawler pretended to pout as she heard Blaise's reaction. She was glad he had plenty of fight left in him though. Now she just needed to knock it out of him. "Fine fine. But yeah...we both know you're ending up right where you are." Erin replied with a smirk. Meanwhile the referee continued the count as Erin managed to hang on.

"Four...Five!"

Breaking the pin, Erin pushed herself up. She knew she wasn't going to be able to hold Blaise down for ten anyway. Instead she would rise a few inches, just enough to let herself slam back down against her opponent. It wasn't going to be the hardest impact but it would hopefully be enough to stun Blaise for a moment and knock a bit of air out of him as she quickly reapplied the pin.

"Now ummm...maybe if you stay down we might have some fun." The redhead began, her voice a bit shaky. Clearly trying to talk dirty was not her forte but she would continue anyway. "I'll totaly...ugh! Can't!" Erin groaned and would quickly just bury her face against Blaise's shoulders. Despite being on the offensive, she certainly didn't feel like it anymore.

[CyanDimitrik]

Oh, Blaise is considering it. This is by far the most bizarre situation he's ever been in with Erin. Their first official match, absolutely. And with it come some awkwardness to work through. But here Erin is, kind of flirting, pressing her body tight over his. He arches up against her instinctively as the friction builds with her, nearly ignoring the counting referee.

Suddenly, the pin is broken! Blaise flops flat to the mat again to stare up at the redheaded lass in a confused daze. Why would she let him up? Just before he has a chance to question her, she slams her bikini-clad body down over him again, the sudden onset of her weight earning an, "Umf!" His extremities twitch from the impact before she's pinning him back down beneath her.

The confused referee-girl has to restart the darn count.

"One!"

Blaise's back arches upwards, body pressing more firmly into her, his abs mashing squarely into her stomach, chest pushing into her breasts, and hips grinding along hers. The quake in her voice is noted, but he isn't actually sure what to make of it! Is that her sounding nervous? Is she all turned on? It's sending all the mixed signals that Blaise doesn't know how to parse!

"Two!"

Suddenly, the girl seems to submit! Sort of! Her head lands against his shoulder, leaving Blaise speechless. His left leg shifts, steepling his knee slowly between her legs, his thigh brushing against hers. "Can't.. ah.. what?," asks Blaise as he attempts to worm an arm free. Should he manage it, he won't immediately shove her off. Instead, the arm will slip around her waist, as if holding a lover.

"Three!"