POW Match - Evelyn Fallanger vs Blaise Cameron

[Monsy]

She’d give anything an earnest attempt at least once, even if she knew it wouldn’t succeed; there were honour and spectacle in defying odds. To ascertain a daring feat, memorable and spectacular, but this wasn’t one of those times. Her footing broke cohesion, surrendering to the fate he ordained. Something told her that wouldn’t be too terrible; after all, that kind face couldn’t be dastardly, right? Well, she hadn’t come to decide that yet. But with two arms going around her back, Evelyn looked over her shoulder and swallowed hard, squirming her shoulders forward, making a vain attempt to resist before their bodies merged. “A-Ah… Oh…” Her chest kissed onto his like warm dough mushrooming a smooth-textured brick, initially causing her heart to jump against her chest, her face’s temperature climbing even further, resulting in red to blemish along her cheekbones. Body to body with a man, baring little more than trunks and pads; she tried to work up a big struggle, jerking her hips side to side, vying for any quantity of leeway.

She whined, first from frustrations, then from the pain culminating in their grinding abdominals, suffocating her spine and arms, and forcing an arch that made her legs quiver. All the while, she peered away, feeling a tinge of embarrassment from already being trapped, using the ivory streak of hair to curtain one side of her face. Occasionally, she looked at his smile, how innocent it seemed... Perhaps, she could use this as a distraction… So, mustering her award-winning smile, she re-established eye-contact, chuckling with a tilted head, weaponizing her looks.

“You sure do~ Tell you what… If you beat me somehow, I’ll answer anything you want. But for now...”
If her bait reeled him in, she’d leap, coiling her legs around his body and locking at the back, squeezing his obliques with supple bare legs, hoping this forced a stalemate of some kind. “It’s… Fallacy to you!”

[CyanDimitrik]

It's already near sensory overload simply by the aggressive compress of her body against his. Blaise didn't need her hips jerking against him to create even more friction. Not that he was complaining about that - it just happened to be a distraction. A very, very welcome distraction, pulling more focus onto her body and the way it melds to his than crushing her.

Her face turned from his, but those bright blue eyes remain trained on her. The way she peeks her gaze back to him is all at once pretty and somehow shy, it seemed. The girl radiates charm. And when she turns the smile on, his head cants a little closer to hers. Lured? Definitely. But it may have been unnecessary. It's not like he could put much distance between them and still manage to squeeze her perfectly slim, toned body against his, right? Mutually exclusive ideas!

She suddenly springs, and though Blaise doesn't release her waist from his grip, he can't really do anything about her legs wrapping his frame. "Hnnh..!" They didn't need that amount of additional pressure between them, but now that it's established, there's no escaping it. Not so much as a dime could slide between them, they press flush against one another. His arms pull on her waist, attempting to tug her body down just an inch or two - for comfortability's sake. Nevermind that it would line their hips together, hers vulnerably open, his eagerly pressing against her with an unmistakable telltale indication of his savoring the body contact. His heart pounds heavily against hers, easily felt through the thin fabric of her top.

Their faces are brought that much closer, enough that his heavier breaths beat warmly against her lips. He tilts just a little closer, enough that nose and forehead touch together unless she withdraws, lips bare centimeters apart. "Couldn't resist... huggin' me back.. could'ja..?," he teases between breaths.

[Monsy]

Between the linked arms of Blaise locking coiling hers, and Evelyn’s legs who propped her body off the ground, there blossomed an odd tension as their bodies padded the other, moulded by the mutual squeeze that forced their bodies to accommodate the other like puzzle pieces. Wholly obscure, Evelyn found a small thrill, giving rise to a slight fringe of sweat betwixt their grinding bellies and hipbones that bumped according to Blaise’s readjustment and Evelyn’s struggling. It was tantalizing, embarrassing, and exciting, all brewed into this cocktail that fluttered her heart into thumping irregular patterns. And judging by the beat of his own heart against her chest, she reckoned the feeling must be similar.

It had to be. Why else wouldn’t Blaise be squeezing? She prepared for the worst when this move sealed in, likely to be a victim to strain against her shoulders and lower back - so she applied her body scissors, keeping her ankles locked at the back, employing a squeeze of her own - but not at full capacity. Ultimately, they’d be brought together, like magnets that couldn’t unfurl. Did they want to? The audience could beg this question, yet the lull they created provided no answer. And as their faces drew near, Evelyn sharing her rickety breath against his, struggling with a twist, ending in another pitiful whine. Even her acting ability met a wall, as she found her face compiling more heat that morphed into a reddened shade, likeness to her straying gaze that dipped down, watching their frames ebb and flow against the other. But as their foreheads touched, Evelyn’s eyes rose again, exchanging stares as their breath padded the other’s face. Alright, Evelyn, he’s got you… You got him… What could you attack with? To his comment, one side of Evelyn’s smile lifted higher, becoming a smirk.

“Mm.. Guess not.”

One eye closed, casting a wink before Evelyn embarked unless he acted against her upcoming action. She cocked her head one way and slowly erased the distance between their lips, steering left on the final moment, planting lipstick covered brims on the corner before venturing down, caressing the line of his lower lip with her gentle pair. Gauging his reaction, Evelyn stopped mid-way and sighed.

“Um… I’m really sorry about this…”
Whispering her warning, she’d suddenly rear her head back and snap it forward, aiming to catch his nose in a headbutt!

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise hadn't really intended on enjoying the hold as much as he did. But he'd be a liar if he said he weren't. "Fallacy" is an attractive, athletic girl with a peppy attitude, and given the way her body meshed into his, it was clear to him that he wasn't the only one indulging in the impromptu intimacy. His arms don't grip any tighter around her waist, but they don't loosen further. He wants her restrained there against him until he's satisfied with their growing, shared warmth. But odds are, he wouldn't be until the bell. Or more aptly, a bit after the bell.

In the meantime, every breath they share causes their bodies to swell against the other, every exhale a warm bath of air against the other's lips. Each shift her legs makes to adjust around him causes their hips to grind together; though minute in, every hint of friction between them is heightened, enhanced, enticing. And every shift is met with one of his own, a subtle grind of his hips against hers.

He doesn't have long enough to respond to her submission of enjoying the squeeze before her head is tilting in. She wouldn't have to worry about him thwarting her plan - as soon as she's leaning in, he's reciprocating. His head tilts opposite hers, first brushing the lips together before she goes low and he goes high, gently kneading in an unabashedly affectionate, devil-may-care moment of honest attraction.

And then she's murmuring.

"Muh..?," asks a dazed Blaise, before her head impacts his. His vision whites out for a moment, arms instantly releasing her waist to raise protectively about his head. "Agh!"

[Monsy]

They wrestled like an infatuated couple, applying sensual writhes like ocean waves, drinking up every inch of each other’s skin, then going for seconds. Endlessly, this went on, without interruption and neither side knowing when to quit. Did either of them want to move? A question neither answered Evelyn herself caught in-between. Just what awaited them in the aftermath? More of this? She felt the possibility through their mutual stares. Now only if she could stop blushing, things reached their apex when the two wrestlers met lips to lips, each pair caressing the other, sizing them up, but never truly sealing the deal. It felt warm, soft, and she held her breath. But all things reach a conclusion, something Evelyn decided to break, delivering a vicious headbutt that brought them back to reality. And just like that, she was free.

It hurt her as well, spurring a hiss as she grabbed her forehead, scratching the impact spot. “That coulda’ gone better.”
She lowered her hands, chewing on her bottom lip after dealing Blaise with that sudden blow. Crap. She feels bad. Perhaps she should’ve given him a warning. Wait, she did! So, does she apologize? Say nothing? Yeah, say nothing. It’s a match; after all, the surprise was an element of winning. So, she resaddled her toothy grin, raised one hand and finger gunned in his direction.

“Were you tryna get me to submit, or fall in love there, Blaise? Heh. Come on, let's go for real this time!”

Spoken with vigour, Evelyn opted to attack first! Running by his person, she bolted towards the ropes, allowing her back to vest into its slight elasticity to double her momentum. She hoped to execute a dropkick right into his upper back from the rear, preceded by an impressive leap that made the kick look explosive.

[CyanDimitrik]

"Ugh..," grunts a dazed Blaise. The more seconds it takes for her to do anything other than attack, the less critical his defense becomes. So he spares a hand to rub gingerly against his struck face, attempting to soothe the exceedingly distracting pain away. Her remark registers, and despite the headbutt bringing the much-enjoyed physical contact with her to what he'd call a premature end, he smirks. "Can't it be both?"

Well, no. He doesn't shoot for tapouts in a bearhug. Just weakening an opponent.

He shakes his head as he feels her run by, and forces himself to try to spot her again. Naturally to do this, he has to turn around to spot her. So while her dropkick doesn't nail him in the back, it does plant her feet squarely into his chest. "Hnnff!" Knocked off of his feet, Blaise hits the mat with a loud THUMP before twisting, arms folding against his pectorals.

[Monsy]

Quite the witty fellow, huh? It made her smirk, all the same, feeling strong after resisting the supposed submit-worthy bearhug. She needed the pride, even if not wholly true, especially after her recent endeavours. And to crown this minute victory, she smashed his chest with a dropkick, decking her larger opponent! Landing on her side, the high-energy Miss Fallacy backrolled onto a knee, folding both arms across her thigh, eyes narrowed, lips curled into a typically bright smile.

Judging by his state, she had a second to spare, but only that. With that time, she stood after analyzing her options and made her reply, “Mm... You gotta try a little harder than that.” Closing one eye, she delivered a signature finger gun before running for the ropes. Eager to keep momentum, appease the crowd, and impress, dare she say, “friend,” she grabbed the top with two hands, leaping onto the second, coiling her knees before springboarding backwards! Her frame soared, horizontal to Blaise’s frame. Jutting an elbow, she sought to crash onto Blaise’s body with all her weight and plunge her elbow right into his refined abdominals!

[CyanDimitrik]

She's a peppy, energetic little ball of sass, isn't she? Blaise would be appreciating it more if he could breathe properly. He'll need just a second to recuperate and get back into things. But try harder than that, he intends to!

That's not going to happen just yet, however. The crowd pops as Evelyn flies through the air acrobatically, and Blaise is only just starting to gather himself when her elbow lands deep against his chiseled abdominals. The young man curls around her, eyes wide and mouth agape from the impact before falling stunned to the mat. He writhes there beneath her, boots scooting along the canvas.

[Monsy]

Elbow drops felt electric. Whether they bashed an iron-like muscle or supple skin, the pain caused was unmistakable. She received a little shock too, reminding her what this was: a contest! And like any contest, Evelyn strived to win. She needed to. That’s why when Blaise snapped up, vividly hurt by her move, capitalizing became the top priority. The crowd’s pop jolted her movements with extra speed, a sense of pride, a bubbling feeling that gave her smile genuine dimples. Sitting up, she swung her leg over Blaise’s body. After mounting his stomach, both arms tried to seize his wrists, planting them by his head. The referee slid down, raised their almighty hand and began to count. All the while, Miss Fallacy watched him, biting her bottom lip in hopes he’d stay down. Maybe... Maybe he’ll let her have this one?

[CyanDimitrik]

The full force and impact of a person's bodyweight crashing on the tip of an elbow into muscle hurts - even more when it's centered on muscles not really supported by bone' like the midsection. Evelyn gets plenty of time to swing her leg into place, to mount her narrow hips over his torso. His wrists are snatched, the arms pinned to either side of his head. For the moment, his eyes are shut, mouth lightly open in gasp, processing the change in position.

The referee has dropped beside them. A hand slaps the mat. "One!"

Blaise's knees steeple.

"Two!" Another slap on the mat!

Suddenly, Blaise pushes upwards with his boots, causing his hips to buck upwards and to the side, upsetting the pin and breaking it. The hand doesn't slap the mat a third time! No easy win for Fallacy!