Erin vs Blaise PoW Match

[Noob]

Despite being a bit surprised by her own actions, the redhead continued pressing her hips against Blaise. "Hmmm...I guess I can see why some people really enjoy these matches." Erin mumbled to herself as she let herself become just a bit caught up in the moment. Focusing less on Blaise's upper body she had let him push up and break the pin although that seemed to matter little to both wrestlers now. "Hmmm? Have something to say?" She asked as she heard him call her name.

The next statement had Erin thinking harder than usual. As far as she was concerned she was moving pretty slow. "Huh? " Was the only response she could muster. It took a few seconds for it to actually hit her. "Oooooh...OH!" She gasped before looking down at Blaise with a cheeky grin. "Ya know once you lose...we got a bunch of time for me to take it slow right?" She would shift her position a bit, loosening her grip with her legs before leaning forward and using her hands to press his shoulders against the mat. "So how 'bout it? Ten count and then...yeah. Ya wanted something a lot less public right?" she started before trailing off.

[CyanDimitrik]

Her hands set over his shoulders, and Blaise eases his shoulder back down to the mat.

Meanwhile, Blaise is fully focused on Erin above him. Is this real? Is Erin saying what it sounds like? It makes his heart beat a bit faster, his hips shifting against the mat to grind into her. "When I pin you down.. for a ten-count.. it's gonna be like this..." His hands slide up her back, then aside to her waist, and inwards over her spine again, feeling along her sweaty skin. "...only no spectators. And a different stake on the line..."

One hand slides up her waist again, caressing along the curve of her ribs, and attempting to slip in against the thin material covering her left breast. Pretty blatant. But that's where they are now.

[Noob]

Feeling Blaise's hands run along her body, Erin couldn't help but roll her eyes. If that had been his attempt at a joke she was less than amused. "So I'm gonna get a massage? Pretty sweet." The redhead joked as she kept him down, still hovering over him. Her arms were wobbling now though and it was getting increasingly hard for her to keep herself propped up.

Erin felt Blaise's hand slide up her body until he was right at her chest. She had a hunch things would get there at some point but feeling him grab at her chest was still a surprise. "Ahhh!" She gasped, her arms choosing this moment to fail her which left her to fall forward onto Blaise. The redhead huffed as she rested her chest on Blaise's and glanced up at him, her face again just a small distance from his. "What happened to not so fast?" She asked. "You just stole second base."

[CyanDimitrik]

She drops, and Blaise's hand moves out of the way so as to not get smushed between them. Her chest lands against his, and the two are caught rather intimately in the ring, Erin simply lying atop him.And her response to his grope, blatant as it was, was far removed from a protest - at least, that's how it came across in tone.

His arms settle around her waist, staring back down at her face. The pesky referee drops beside the pair again to begin the lengthy pin count. She begins striking the mat steadily...

"One! Two!"

Blaise has a little time. His body shifts, arching in tight against her figure. By this point, his skin is coated in a sheen of sweat, the warmth between them intense. One hand trails up her back again, but with the intent to hook a hand behind her shoulder, pressing her breasts tighter to his chest. "You're not allowed to use this against me, ever," he jokes, voice lowered to a murmur, "but did I ever tell you you have a crazy sexy accent?"

[Noob]

Erin was losing track of what the count even meant anymore due to how many times a new one had been started. She decided to just ignore it until a winner was declared. It would be a surprise. As long as she won after all it didn't really matter.

The redhead let out a slight gasp as Blaise wrapped an arm around her and pulled her in tighter, her chest smushed against his. She was a bit puzzled about what she shouldn't use against him but Erin found out soon enough. While Erin tried not to revert back to her heavy accent it was harder to keep it in check at times. Whether it became more pronounced at the moment due to being a bit flustered or just trying to put on a bit more of a show for Blaise was hard to tell. "Oh mah god I swear yer not a full shilling!" The woman quietly mumbled. The close proximity let her raise her head and give Blaise a light bonk on his forehead with her own. "One sandwich short of a picnic you are!" She continued, now louder. In a huff she'd reach to grab Blaise's wrists and slam them down at his sides.

After a slight outburst Erin would more or less regain her composure. "Anyway no you haven't." She finally said as she continued to rest her forehead against his. "Now quit talking. You can run your mouth PLENTY after ya lose ok?" She stated.

"Three! Four!" The referee continued the count

[CyanDimitrik]

"Eriiiin," Blaise whines up at her. "You're doing the exact and only thing I said you're not allowed to!" Not that he expected anything less. And not that he's really complaining. Her Irish colloquialisms are adorable.

Oh god, since when did Erin become adorable?

His arms are pinned down, and Blaise's back arches upwards, pressing his body hard against hers. "Nnh.. when.. the hell.. did getting pinned by you.. become hot?," he grumbles.

"Five! Six!"

Blaise grunts in strain, attempting to simply muscle the two of them over. But it's not really working. And his willpower to fight back is waning. Feeling her so completely against him, her sweet breath touching his lips, the closeness of her face, her heart beating against his chest, her toned body crushed into his...

Intoxicating. Dangerously so.

"Think my mouth might be too busy after the pinfall to do much talking...," he murmurs up at her. Those big, bright blues lock onto her greens.

[Noob]

Erin would ignore Blaise's comments. Or at least she'd try to. Being so close to him now it was hard to tune him out completely. The whining was easy enough to brush off but the rest of his comments would cause her face to flush a light red. "You're daaaaft~" The redhead replied and would shake her head in disapproval. "But well if ya really like this then maybe you can enjoy it for just a few...more...moments?" She teased. At first she would struggle against Blaise's attempts to push her off but as his struggles faded she would just lay gently atop him.

"Seven! Eight!"

As the count proceeded she would let her mind drift to some post match plans she was thinking of for Blaise. She hadn't been focusing too much on the POW aspect of the match but as it seemed to be coming to a close she found anticipating the result a bit more. "We'll put it to good use." Erin finally replied to Blaise's final words with a slight smirk reappearing across her face.

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise crinkles his nose up at her calling him daft, but his eyes never quite leave hers. Why'd she have to wear a bikini to the match? Why'd it have to be Erin? Why'd it have to be with these stipulations? It's making it extremely hard to concentrate or even want to break the pin. Harder than usual, anyway.

But.

Owning Erin? Making her eat crow in an actual match? That's still pretty vindicating. All the crap she'd given him, all the prodding - he'd finally have something over on her that wasn't just basketball. Because really, neither of them care much about basketball. Wrestling is where it's at. If he wants a modicum of respect from her, he'll have to pin the bikini-clad girl and make her his prisoner! And not a bit of that doesn't hit him as a weird circumstance.

C'est la vie. Welcome to LAW.

Suddenly, Blaise pushes himself against her again, particularly at the chest. His right side flexes hard to overturn them, bringing a shoulder off the mat to break the pin. But the intention is to fully roll with her and reverse positions. But that isn't the end of it. If he can rotate with her, he'll attempt to quickly yank her up to her feet and drive a knee into her belly!

"I'm gonna be calling the shots tonight, Erin!"

[Noob]

She was so close. Only a few more moments and she had him. Unfortunately it was not meant to be. At least for now. "Ugh just stay down already!" Erin yelled in frustration as once again Blaise had broken the pin. This time he didn't merely just lift his shoulders though and instead managed to flip the script on the redhead. Before she could react Erin had been pulled to her feet. The next thing she knew she felt Blaise drive his knee painfully into her stomach.

"Guuughhh!" Erin's mouth hung open as the wind was knocked right out of her. The Irish brawler stayed doubled over after the hit, struggling to catch her breath. Leaning forward she would just wrap her arms around his waist for support. The last thing she wanted right now was to lose her footing.

Erin cringed as she heard Blaise's comment. The redhead didn't think that calling the shots at all suited Blaise. At least that's the impression she had gotten during their previous interactions. However he apparently had different ideas.

[CyanDimitrik]

Calling the shots is exactly what Blaise has in mind! He doesn't care if she's cringing over it! In fact, the way she's gripping onto him might make things a little easier. He leans over her a little and wraps his arms around her stomach, only to pull upwards. It'd be a slight elevation only, however - just enough to raise her feet off the mat and encourage her to stay clung onto him with her arms.

Because, frankly, she has no way to defend herself that way!

With her perked a little in the air, Blaise hops off the mat and drops back, aiming to spike Erin's pretty head against the mat behind him in an odd sort of modified DDT!