L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Estelle has her target on the canvas. With her thighs secured around his throat, his arm caught in her hands, she works to apply pressure. Although this is a technical move, she has applied it rather hastily. Not so much in the execution, but rather, the location. One ideally would have sought to separate their opponent from the ropes as far as possible, to prevent breaking out. It's certainly what Joshua is willing her to think of, internally. But he recalls what she mentioned. That she doesn't want her adoptive sibling to interfere. And so he can only calculate, predict, estimate what is about to happen.

As anticipated by him, Blaise manages to shift his hips and legs, steadily inching to the ropes nearby. "Wha...?" Estelle catches sight of the azure boot caught over the ropes, the referee calling for her to let go. "Awww." She releases him before the referee begins any kind of count. She isn't cruel enough to draw the submission out in that fashion. Certainly not to a guy like Blaise. Who said her eyes were pretty. Flirty playboy. But that doesn't make him an insensitive jerk or anything.

Estelle rises gingerly to her feet, dusting her skirt off lightly. Folding her arms, surveying the boy. "Not bad! I'll have to keep you away from the ropes in the future." She winks mischievously. "I'll let you get back up before we continue. S'only fair, y'know?" There's no sarcasm in her voice. She's being respectful, despite the disapproving look on her brother's face. Magnanimous, even...for now. As the match wages on, they might be forced to be a little less cordial with each other.

Blaise isn't having a great time caught in the submission hold, granted. But it could be worse! At least they're making progress, scooting along the canvas in an admittedly undignified way, his hands gripping at the girl's thighs. And fortunately, she's not the type to linger in a hold, it would seem! That's nice. That earns her a little extra in terms of bonus points.

Once released, he rolls over a couple times just to get some distance from her, taking in a few deep breaths of unrestricted air. When he finds her, she's already standing ever-so-imperiously over him with arms folded, but she's met with a small grin. "S'only fair, sure," he says back to her. He's a little surprised by that. Is it fair? Iiiis it? He probably wouldn't think so. And a more enterprising type might take advantage of the opening she's giving him, but Blaise? Even despite the new training, he remains persistent in who he is at his core.

There will be no shenanigans from him.

He lifts to his full height and backs up to the center of the ring. Hands raise, his stance widening, and he wiggles his fingers to her in beckon. "C'mon, bright eyes," he encourages. And if she should move forward to meet him, there'll be no opportunistic sneaky strikes! He's being genuine in this reset with her.

It dawns on Estelle that she's probably being smug right now. It isn't her intention to be! Although on reflection, it does add a bit of a dynamic to the match. A spice to add some flavouring, maybe. She can feel Joshua's eyes drilling into her, as if reprimanding the girl for her mercy. "Don't give him room to breathe! Drag him back up! Keep on the offensive!" No. There's a time for that, and they aren't there yet. She's going to stick to her morals, if nothing else.

As Blaise comes to the centre of the ring, she sees him widening his stance. Those arms raise, and his fingers beckon her invitingly. Bright eyes, huh? She's...not heard that one before, actually. She's not sure whether to laugh or regard him with a flat look for that pun. Well, never mind. She's got a match to win, after all! Estelle steps forward and brings her arms up. The gears in her head are turning fiercely, however. Blaise won the previous lock up with her, and she isn't foolish enough to try the same tactic twice. That would only lead to a repeat.

Estelle moves to place a hand on his arm, another on his shoulders...and then instantly moves to try and seize his head! "Haaa!!" If successful, she'll bring Blaise's head under her arm, next to her chest, applying a side headlock to try and put some pressure on the male's skull!

If Blaise saw her behavior as smug, arrogant, or even haughty, he made zero indication of it. In truth, he was always the unyielding optimist, the one who saw the best in everyone around him. Always giving the benefit of the doubt, never being that pure aggro; essentially mud. All give. But that was kind've the problem before, wasn't it? At least, to his trainers.

Regardless, Blaise only has eager smiles for the girl he's fighting. And when they seem to lock back up, he's full throttle- nope! Expectations get subverted. Blaise dips forward to compensate the height difference, immediately hooking his arms around her waist. One hand sets to her hip, the other arm loops her ribs, his cheek likely pressing against the girl's nearest breast. "Hnh-! Alright, then..!"

His right hand raises, balls into a fist, and thumps inwards, attempting to hammer against her nearby belly a couple more times to loosen things up!

Estelle's gambit was rewarded, as she secured Blaise's skull against her chest. She was a little...well...pretty conscious of his cheek rubbing up against her nearby breast, and another pink flush spreads over her face. She tightens the hold purely out of embarrassment, before realising its only leading Blaise to press further up against her. Uh. Awkward. The fact that he's eagerly smiling doesn't help, although sometimes tells her that his grin is thanks to the fight so far, and not this particular situation. Maybe. Hopefully. She wants to give him the benefit of the doubt, anyway.

...Though she does feel guilty about tricking him like that. Her mind wandering, brought back on course as his right-hand curls into a fist, knuckles colliding with her stomach! "Oof!! Ow!!" She leans over slightly from the blows, feeling her belly tense against his punches. She can't keep him here like this. He'll inevitably break free and turn the tables on her! No, Estelle's hand is being forced. Moving her own arms down to Blaise's waist, she would bend her knees as she attempts to secure around his waist tightly before lifting him, aiming to fall backwards slam the boy down on his back to the canvas!

Perhaps ironically enough, Blaise had a very similar tactic in mind for Estelle. Step one? Loosen up her grip by hammering on her stomach. Step two? Hook her waist. Step three, hoist and drop back. Easy enough! But the girl seems to have other ideas! Or.. well, that is to say, the same ideas. She's just in a better position to pull it off.

Feeling her body twitch with each blow he lands into her stomach is satisfying enough normally. But Blaise needs to feel her grip loosen before he moves on with the next phase. So with one arm hooking her narrow waist, he continues hammering against her midsection, appreciating the tight abdominal tone of her stomach. But when that loosening comes, he finds her tangling with him instead. And then he's hoisted! His back hammers into the back with a pained grunt, bouncing on the mat once before arching, attempting to alleviate some of the pain along his spine. "Nngh.."

Even if Blaise had a similar idea in mind...Estelle thought of it first! And she certainly was in a better spot to execute it. Pressing her feet down against the canvas, bending her knees, she makes sure she has a tight grip around the boy's waist before lifting him over to drop him behind her! Blaise's back takes the brunt of the impact, while. Estelle meanwhile is flat on the canvas, nursing her own wounded abs. The boy knew how to throw a punch. Good thing they're not boxing - she wouldn't want to be having to deal with his fists on a constant basis!

"Haaa...haaa..." She pants out, getting back to her knees. One foot up. Glancing back at Blaise, seeing him arch his body up. Clearly, he felt that. "Lifting all that muscle sure takes it out of ya!" Estelle teases. Rising back up with both feet now, she spies the nearby ropes and formulates her next plan of attack. A little risky. But for sure a showstopper. The girl hops up and down, on her feet, pointing at her target to hype up the crowd.

"Watch me fly, champ!" And then she sprints! Running to leap up and balance her feet upon the ropes, springing back off for a rebound as she twists her body by 180 degrees, aiming to splash down upon Blaise's seek abs for a body splash!

Blaise's back is still burning from the impact of the slam. It's been a while since he took a solid bump! But little does he realize, arching up in recoil is likely making his abdominals a tempting target. And when she speaks, he lowers back down to the mat with a blink.

"Wha..?"

His head turns to look towards her, having only long enough to see her skirt flare behind her before she leaps at the ropes. And then? Quite suddenly? She's flying at him. He has to admire the girl's grace in the air, her confidence in really just going for it. He likes that. It's showmanship. It's fun. It's what appealed to him about professional wrestling in the first place. But maybe he's admiring a little too long.

Suddenly, a set of feminine abdominals come crashing down across Blaise's sleek abs, causing him to curl around her. "Ungh!" Arms lift in spasm, his muscles tensed and tightened beneath her before he flops again. His right arm drops to the side on the mat, his left arm drops to rest the forearm against her waist, his legs lying spreadeagle on the mat.

Thus, Blaise Cameron lies flat beneath Estelle, every hard breath pushing his abs up against hers, bare skin mashing to bare skin. His mouth rests open, expression faintly troubled from the clenching ache in his six-packed stomach under her, but otherwise lying compliant under a natural pinning position.

Hit first and think later. That was Estelle's MO, and this next maneuverer was a prime example of the spunky girl's fire. She soars down towards the youth's body on the canvas, colliding her own abdominal region with his belly. His body curls around in instinct on impact, and this is the first time she appreciates how toned Blaise is. Seriously, with those defined pecs and toned abs, he could easily be a model. Maybe he does when he's not wrestling. The girl is a little curious what he does in his spare time. Maybe they could be good friends afterwards!

...Just good friends, of course.

His foe's arms rise up before falling down. The right comes down on the canvas, and the other is against her waist. Almost like he's hugging her. The feeling is a little strange, but not unpleasant. Nor is the feel of his bare abs pressing up against her tummy with each strained breath he takes. Mouth open, expression slightly troubled like he's having a bad dream. He's kind of cute like this. Is this how he sleeps, maybe? Estelle pushes that thought to one side. Her priority is taking advantage of this situation, as any sensible wrestler would. She seizes Blaise's left leg with both arms, hugging it up against her chest, as she leans back over him to draw it into the air. Going for the pin attempt that has presented itself so eloquently to her.

The referee is at their side in an instant, slapping the mat. "1...!"

It'd be a fun idea, the notion of getting together outside of the ring. In a stray moment, Blaise might have considered it as well! Not at all when he was watching her body arc through the air, taut on display, no no, not at all. Nor when she had that blush on her cheeks! Not when she was giving him that wide-eyed look when he first complimented her! That's just silly.

Though for sure, the thought slips his mind at the point of impact with her stomach. That hurt. At that moment, the only thing going through his mind would best be simulated by mashing hands all over a keyboard. Followed by a period of zero thought processes outside of just pain. But as the pain dulls, the sensation of Estelle's bare belly across his abdominals comes more into focus. She's a fit girl - he's into it. If they weren't in a struggle for proverbial dominance, he might not've minded her staying there a bit longer.

As she curls over to hook his leg into her arms, the arm resting on her waist slides over her stomach; the one he'd been beating on just earlier. She feels nice - toned. Why is he thinking about this...?

The one-count registers. He remains compliantly under her. The referee's hand lifts, and strikes the mat again. "Two!"

Suddenly, Blaise's hips buck, his leg kicking out to pull free of Estelle's grasp and technically break the pin! Though still lying under her, his eyes are now open, his right hand pushing the bangs back away from his face. The referee-girl lifts to her feet and signals no fall, only a two-count!