Battered and Beaten - Blaise Cameron vs Ripley

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise had every intention to just lock her down and work her over. The match can't end in a submission, after all! So making her tap out wouldn't really accomplish anything! So all of this is about wearing her down, making her too sore or fatigued to resist him.

And yet.

And yet.

As Blaise clamps onto her, he finds her still mouthing off to him! And grinding back into him! Of course she can feel everything through those trunks, and of course her grinding isn't exactly helping things. She's unfortunately an attractive girl, and there's some excessive skin contact going on here. But never has Blaise experienced something like this weaponized against him. And that makes this match, bar none, the strangest he's ever wrestled.

"Do you ever stop yapping!?," he fusses, slightly flustered with her accusation.

Drawing back to his knees, Blaise pulls in against her stomach to try to drag her to her feet along with him. And once at a vertical base, the forearms will clamp inwards, digging into her toned stomach in a waistlock bearhug. It does absolutely nothing to decrease the amount of physical contact, his heart pounding against her shoulder, every heated breath beating against her ear.

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Ripley continued to tease her opponent verbally while running her ass against his crotch. She could tell it was working. He was in prime position to put her in some painful holds, but instead he decided to get up and drag her with him. He kept a hold of her, keeping his arms wrapped around her stomach. He squeezed them together more, trying to crush her with a bearhug.

"Why would I stop talking, when you clearly love the sound of my voice! And now you switch to hugging me! What couldn't get your tiny little partner! Problems in bed!" Ripley kept up the attacks on his manhood as she still rubbed her ass against his hardening cock. Her ass still being in the prime position. Though she was not enjoying this bearhug. She was talking a big game, but he was crushing her ribs and making it hard to breathe.

[CyanDimitrik]

The arms tighten, Blaise's body tensing against her back. That firmness she's found and decided to work on is pressed hard against the curve of her rear; no point trying to hide it from her. She worked overtime to bring that out.

"You seem to be enjoyin' it plenty," he mutters to her.

He can try to wrap his mind around how this match has so quickly gotten to this point another time. For now, it's pure impulse and a desire to take her down. His back arches, hefting the slender girl upwards off her feet - at first just to add more pressure to her waist in the bearhug. But it doesn't linger in that setup long! He soon thrusts her down again, dropping to kneel to slam the base of her pelvic bone against his upturned knee in an atomic drop!

The arms unwrap from her waist at that point to let her drop however she will!

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Ripley was enjoying rubbing her ass against Blaise's crotch. She could feel as his cock got hard, almost resting between both of her chicks. She chuckled at his words. Though it was a slightly labored chuckle with all the squeezing. "So you just gonna hug me till I get bored and die, or are we going to wrestle?!" She challenged to him. He seems to take it to heart.

He lifted her off her feet. This added to the pressure of the bearhug. Ripley was worried he was going to toss her over his body with a suplex, but what he had planned was worse. He then dropped down tomone knee, the other he kept up and slammed Ripley on, pussy first with an atomic drop. Ripley made the perfect OH face as the pain and shock of it traveled up her body. She fell forward off of his knee. Her face planting into the canvas, her ass still sitting up in the air. She put her hands between her legs, trying to nurse her now aching pussy. "FUCK!!! THAT HURT! YOU LITTLE BITCH!!" she screamed at him while in tears of pain.

[CyanDimitrik]

The atomic drop wasn't something Blaise used often. It always seemed so extra likely to go... well, wrong, we'll say. But in this situation, Ripley seemed to deserve it. At least by his standard! And though he's not one for low blows, that one's perfectly legal!

He watches her veritably bounce off his knee to collapse before him. With a smirk, he raises again to set his boot atop her upturned backside. "I'm not the one on their knees," he replies dryly. "Now come'ere. We're not done..."

Moving his boot off of her, he paces around to her front. He reaches down to take her head into his hands, fingers beneath her jaw to lift her head up to him. And then, promptly, he'll thrust his knee forward to collide with her chin.

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Ripley had fallen off of the atomic drop in a way that she was now face down and ass up. A fact her opponent took notice of. He planted his foot on her ass, showing off his dominance over her. Ripley could only groan in pain and embarrassment. "You would like an innocent girl on her knees, you pervert!" She was trying to sound confident, but it was clear she was being worn down.

Blaise though was looking to continue his beat down of Ripley. He took his boot off of her ass and stalked in front of her. He grabbed her head by both sides, pulling it up just to his waist. "Gonna try and make me suck your di... ugh!!!" Ripley couldn't even finish her sentence before Blaise brought his knee up into her chin. The hit was so sudden and hard, she almost bit off her tongue. Her head rocketed back, as spit flew out of her mouth. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she went limp. Her body collapsing to the canvas. She moaned in pain, not unconscious, but close enough.

[CyanDimitrik]

The impact lands. Her head whips back. She hits the mat in a heap.

Blaise doesn't rush her this time. Instead, he leans forward, planting his hands to his knees to survey her stunned form. There's an inward sigh, secretive, not wanting to really show her hesitation - but on some level, he has to wonder if he's taking it too far. Sure, she's being a jerk! But he's never been this relentless on someone before.

His bright blue gaze falters, lowering briefly to the mat, then aside to the audience, trying to gauge their reaction. Predictably enough, they want him to continue pounding her; a few of the more zealous types want him to go further.

Looking back down at her, he finally decides that this is the one match where he won't be nice. He won't fall back into the old habit of losing his killer instinct for the sake of just taking it easy. This is a thirty-second pin match. He's only begun to wring her out.

"Since you seemed so keen on the idea..."

Blaise leans in closer, seizing a couple fistfuls of her luxurious green hair. Pulling on her scalp, he drags her up steadily to face him again, only to swap his grip around on her waist. Both arms cinch on her, holding her stomach flat against his toned pectorals, her breasts mashed into his chiseled abdominals, and her face flush his with hips - unavoidably pressing to the distinct firmness of the arousal she so conveniently ground herself against earlier.

But the position would be crystal clear to the audience - and potentially her as well - holding her upside-down and at the ready for a tombstone piledriver.

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

The knee to Ripley's chin sends her head flying back. She collapses to the mat out of it and easy prey for her opponent. He kneels next to her. Ripley wonders what is going through his head. Is he checking her out, is he thinking of stripping her and having his way with her. What a pervert. Though she doesn't hate the idea. Her pussy gets wet thinking about it, and a wet spot becomes visible in her trunks. He looks to the crowd, oh let me guess he can't get it up in front of a crowd. Well there goes that fun idea.

He gets up and says she asked for this before grabbing her hair and dragging her to her feet. Ripley is an easy ragdoll at the moment, to out of it to fight back. He bends her over, so her face is in his crotch. OH SHIT!!! HE IS GOING MAKE ME SUCK HIS DICK!!! Ripley is then relieved when he grabs her by the waist and lifts her up vertical In front of him. She lets out a sigh of relief before she realizes the position she is in, a piledriver. She begins screaming and begging "OH PLEASE NO!!! I'LL SUCK YOUR DICK REALLY GOOD!!! I DIDN'T MEAN TO COMPLAIN ABOUT IT!!!"

[CyanDimitrik]

She isn't dropped just yet. That would be too soon. Blaise intends to enjoy the moment a little before granting her that relief, especially listening to her panic and plead. It's not lost on him that her face is right there.

The arms wind tighter around her waist, holding her slender physique snug against himself. As much as he'd like to deny it, a part of him relishes the feel of her warm skin against his, the tone in her belly against his defined chest, the soft curvature of her breasts against his hard abdominals.

"That right?," he says, his tone sardonic and bemused. One hand slides down/up her body, along her waist, behind her shoulders, along her neck, and finally against the back of her head. Then a push forward, mashing her face against the firmness now straining against his trunks, letting her feel the full solidity against her lips, nose, and chin.

No doubt she can feel his heart pounding against her stomach at the thrill of the beyond-suggestive contact with her, his hips giving a subtle shift to grind against her face.

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Ripley tensed her body in anticipation of the piledriver, but it didn't come. Ripley blinked, Are you just holding me here for fun? Trying to get the blood to flow to my he.. oomph!" Ripley was silenced in the hold as Blaise pushed her face right into his crotch. His erect cock smashed against her lips. God he really is a pervert! I bet he is going to jerk himself off to thoughts of this match tonight! Probably try and picture me naked!

Ripley tried to give her muffled protest, "Ge..mmph..yo...mmph filthy...mmmph..ick..mmm..out...oomph...face!". She had to be honest she didn't mind having a cock in her face. It was the best part of a hentai match against a guy, but she didn't want to give this pervert any compliment. She all of a sudden got a devilish idea with the prime target in front of her. Ripley opened her mouth, letting Blaise's barely covered cock slip in. She moved her mouth up and down it, giving it a few licks, before biting down HARD!!!