Erin vs Blaise PoW Match

[Noob]

Soon lifting her head and looking back down at Blaise, Erin tried to speak again. "I cant do the whole bedroom talk thing!" The redhead blurted out. Crafting words was generally not her forte, let alone in this situation. "I could totally fuck you against the mat, but like by that point I don't think words are necessary." Erin continued, her mouth working faster than her brain for a brief moment. It wasn't too long before she caught her slip though and was quick to clarify.

"Four! Five!"

"I COULD not WILL. You're...ya know and all. But that's out of ring stuff right?" The redhead said, more to convince herself than anyone else. "Right?" She asked again, this time hoping for an actual answer. While it wasn't a direct answer, Blaise's actions told her enough. She soon felt his knee sliding between her legs while he brushed against her thigh. A bit distracted by his shifting, Erin let Blaise get an arm free which was placed around her waist to now hold her close.

"Six"

With Blaise not threatening to break the pin yet, Erin would remain atop him, now firmly pressing her hips down against his. She could feel his body rubbing against hers each time he shifted and she would just try to match his movements to keep on top. Meanwhile she placed her hands on his shoulders in hopes of keeping him down just a bit longer. He seemed fairly content to have Erin on top of him anyway so the redhead thought she might be able to land a quick pin.

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise continues to stare goggle-eyed at the girl as she talks, his mind reeling at what he's hearing from her. From Erin. His imagination had run a few times when they first wrestled, but to hear it come out of her mouth is honestly kind of staggering. That by itself is enough to keep him down for another couple seconds, patient while she stammers and tries to work out what she meant to say.

And then she starts shifting back against him, creating more of that friction. Her hands have both moved to his shoulders, leaving his other arm free to join the first around her waist. And though it's tempting to lie with her like this, the greater temptation is to win this match. To make Erin his for a day. So his leg shifting upwards wasn't just for the sake of feeling her skin on his. He steps his boot outside of her ankle for leverage, then sharply spikes his hips with a torque, attempting to roll the two of them over and sort of reverse the pin!

Granted, the only thing effectively making such a position a pin is the merit of Blaise lying atop her. His legs would still be between hers, partially tangled, his arms around her waist, hugging her fit form against his.

"I still wanna be on top," he murmurs back to her with a slight quirk of a grin. The blues of his eyes seem somehow more electric, more alive.

[Noob]

Erin was a bit too busy sorting out her words to focus on holding Blaise down with much more than her weight. She meant what she said but it didn't exactly come out quite right for whatever reason. She'd just toss that up to that being her style though and try not to think too hard about it. She didn't have too much time to do that anyway though as Blaise soon bucked his hips, shoving Erin off of him. Before she knew it the tables were turned and Erin found herself on her back. The redhead gasped as she looked up to see Blaise on top.

It wasn't a particularly secure pin but it was enough for the referee to start the count. "One" The redhead was a too shocked to react immediately. However upon hearing Blaise's comment she came back to life. "Well you're gonna have to try harder than that then." the redhead commented as she placed her arms on the teen's shoulders and gave him a hard shove. "WAY harder." She added, now trying to sit back up.

[CyanDimitrik]

Hands find his shoulders, and Blaise is shoved back to his knees off of her! Erin's not even kind of worn out enough for a full pin. Though, and Blaise wishes he could think about this less, she makes an exquisite mattress. His breathing is a bit heavier than it should be just yet, face a little flushed.

Nope. Erin is just a body. That's all. Not a frustrating person who waffles between enticing and antagonizing. She's just a body in the ring!

He gives his head a quick shake and reaches forward to try to grab her by the shoulders. Should he succeed, he'll pull her to her feet with himself, and attempt to take her by surprise with a direct knee to the gut!

[Noob]

After pushing Blaise back, Erin couldn't help but notice his face slightly flushed. She didn't think they had gone at it particularly hard yet and found it a bit odd at first until she realized what was probably going through the other wrestler's mind. In fact once it hit her, she could see it clearly on Blaise's face as he shook his head. "You ain't...getting a bit distracted are ya?" The redhead asked as she made her way to her feet. She wasn't sure she wanted to know the answer to the question though. Either way Erin would feel like quite the awkward readhead. She was hoping for a yes though as she would enjoy the thought of being hot and awkward rather than an awkward fool.

Helped up by Blaise, Erin would have thought him quite the gentleman had he not immediately tried to drive his knee into her gut. The trick would prove to be fairly effective towards the redhead who had been more concerned about running her mouth than focusing on her opponent. Once again she had underestimated him and found herself doubled over and gasping. It was apparent now that if she wanted to make any progress she would have to stop thinking back to their previous encounters. This wasn't just going to be an easy win.

[CyanDimitrik]

Bam. Blaise's knee sinks into Erin's belly, forcing the girl to double over. And that means he doesn't have to answer her pointed question!

Because, yes. Yes, he is a bit distracted. He's trying hard not to think about the implications of winning, or seeing Erin's sexy body in a bikini, and combining the two. He has to win, see. That's gotta be the priority. Besides, knowing Erin, she'd just make him do something awful and humiliating and be a jerk. Whereas if he won, he'd...

...uh, well. Let's not think about that yet. But he won't humiliate her!

Erin bent over before him, Blaise leans in quickly over her to wrap his arms around her stomach as well. His biceps clench, clamping onto her, before attempting to deadlift the Irish brawler into the air and drop back with her in a gutwrench suplex!

[Noob]

While the redhead would have loved to continue teasing her opponent she was currently busy gasping for breath after having the wind knocked right out of her. With a grimace on her face she glanced up to see Blaise wrapping his arms around her. It wasn't an embrace Erin particularly wanted to have anything to do with but right now there was little she could do to escape other than just try and pull away. Unfortunately that was less than an effective tactic for her.

"Nnnng fuck...No! BLAISE!" The Irish brawler yelled as her opponent tried to lift her up. She resisted it for a moment, staying planted on her feet, but the redhead would eventually find herself leaving her feet. She had a brief moment to kick her legs before she was slammed back down to the canvas. The woman bounced a few inches on impact only to lay sprawled out.

Having just been floored, Erin took deep breaths and would just try and gather some strength before even trying to get up. It gave her a bit of time to think about the rare situation she found herself in. It wasn't often that she had been tossed about the ring. "Guuugh..." She groaned as she strained her brain to figure out why she was performing so poorly against someone who she had handled much easier before.

[CyanDimitrik]

The ring shakes under their combined bodyweights slamming into the mat, but Erin certainly took the brunt of the impact. Hearing her say his name in a panic - as if she were begging him - was both parts stimulating and energizing. And Blaise wastes no time in going right back for the pin. He doesn't necessarily expect to pull it off, but he wants that contact with her, and to take advantage of every possible opening. Plus, it seemed like the pin he'd done to her before might have been... having some kind of effect? Distracting? So maybe more of that is in order.

Blaise simply rolls over beside her to lie his body directly atop hers again. But at this angle, the result would be quite different. His toned chest would be pressing firmly against her stomach, emphasizing the bare skin and muscle contact. His abs mash tight against her barely-covered breasts. However, this places his hips firmly against her face, that distinct firmness and all. His left arm hooks her left thigh to pull the leg into the air, while the right arm drapes over her right thigh, his hand resting against her bikini'd hips. And naturally, there's a subtle shifting of his hand against her, deliberately teasing. His head raises to look for the referee-girl to start counting the lengthy pin...

[Noob]

Once again Blaise is atop of Erin. However this time his intentions are a bit more clear. Still trying to catch her breath, Erin put up little resistance at first. She just assumed Blaise was going to lay across her again though and was more than surprised by his positioning. While it wasn't at all unheard of in this kind of a match, Erin didn't exactly have any experience with anything other than fairly standard matches. With Blaise's hips pressing against her face, the redhead's face would very quickly turn the color of her hair. The fact that Blaise might indeed enjoying this match was now quite a bit harder to ignore even as she shifted her head to the side.

"ONE!" The referee counted as Blaise kept her down. Her leg was soon pulled into the air and the Irish brawler was really wishing she had worn her regular uniform as opposed to her bikini. Feeling Blaise's hand rubbing lightly against her hips Erin couldn't help but let out a gasp, a warm breath against Blaise. "TWO!" The referee counted as Erin failed to make any progress.

Each moment felt like an eternity to the redhead who's mind was now racing. How could she let Blaise gain the upper hand? She was supposed to be the one toying with him. What made matters worse was that there was a growing part of her that was enjoying a bit of teasing. But she couldn't let it distract her from the match. There would be plenty of time for anything she could think of once she won. "F...Fuck. That's it." Erin would finally say out loud. While the words came without context, she was referring to the fact that she knew what was causing her trouble. Aside from her usual overconfidence, the redhead was letting herself be distracted.

"THREE!" The referee shouted, prompting Erin to finally try and fight back. The redhead would attempt to wrap her legs around Blaise's head and give him a good squeeze, hoping this was enough for her to flip the pair over and switch their positions.

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise couldn't believe the kind of success he was seeing from this. Though, indeed, every second seemed like a century, no moment was less significant than any other. He was lying on top of Erin, the girl who vexed him from the start, hearing her gasp, feeling her breathe. He achieves the two-count with her, and his subtle, teasing hand-brushing becomes a more pronounced stroke. Subtle still to the audience, maybe, but for poor Erin? Not hardly. She'd feel that pressure slide against her, hard and heavy.

There's the three-count. Were this a normal match, he'd have won just like that. Teasing her. Would this work on everyone? Could he even be that kind of person? it might feel wrong, doing this to another opponent in the ring. With Erin, it's kind of different. They have a rapport. History. And she's armed him with something of a vendetta. She's fair game! That's what he's telling himself, at least. Besides, it's not like he isn't enjoying this...

Her legs raise and suddenly catch him around the head! His body shifts and bucks, hands moving to her thighs to try to pry them loose. But he sees no success before the Irish lass turns them over, reversing the position with him! "Mnf!"