The Phoenix and The little She-Devil - Blaise Cameron vs Sierra Velvera

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Sierra lifted herself up as soon as she felt better, seeing her opponent downed on the floor, twiching in pain and, luckily for her, too much in pain to communicate with the ref, which she gladly jumped in to do for him

"Don't worry he's okay!" she taps her pettite hand on the ref's chest "Go, go, I didn't do anything!" she waves her hand dismissively, sending him back

"Huh? What are you doing?" she leaned over landing her giant brown eyes on him "Helloooo?" she tapped his head with her foot "Oh my god stop playing it up! Okay, fine, if that's what you wanted!" she dropped down, and put his head between her legs. Using the fact he was still dazed from her clearly unfair move earlier, she fell backward and bridged her body upward in the Code of Silence submission hold.

"That's fine by me too! It was about time I could get some spotlight!"

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise is just glowering at her. Ugh. This frigging chick. With her stupid adorable eyes and ditzy personality. He can't even speak yet, and she's looking at him like he's hamming it up! What're the chances that she doesn't even realize what she did?

She drops down beside him, and those long, toned legs come out to play, wrapping around his neck. "Ghhk!" His left arm braces against the mat to try to ensure she doesn't choke him out while the right hand periodically, furtively, tries to push against her bare thigh to coax the hold into a lighter state. All the while his mind is demanding to know how he allowed it to get to this point.

Finally, he finds enough strained breath to speak again! But all that comes out just yet is a strained yelp, his bright blue eyes squeezing shut. "Aagh!"

The referee drops down beside them, immediately demanding if he submits and instructing him to tap out if so!

"Nng! No..!"

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Although her thighs aren't really that heavy, and he could have felt them giving in as he tried to prey them open, he clearly just wasn't at full strength, and her legs remained wrapped around his head, untill the referee had to run in, as Blaise was clearly about to either pass out, or tap out

"Yayy, point for girls!" she grabbed her foot pushing it to herself to tighten the hold, clearly indifferent to how unfairly and painfully she gained her win, despite liking Blaise, and him clearly going easy on her "It's empowering really. Don't be mad!"

Unless Blaise could master enough strength to break the hold at the last second, the point was about to go to Sierra!

[CyanDimitrik]

"Hrrk!"

As the leg tightens around his neck, Blaise is arched backwards harder into the hold. As shocking as it's become, Sierra actually has him at a serious disadvantage. There's a real risk that someone would tap out to this submission hold from her! But fortunately, endurance remains one of Blaise's strongest traits - born of a lengthy career of getting beaten up, stretched, squeezed, choked, and thrown around until, comparatively speaking, quite recently. He can hold out! At least a bit longer!

The hand presses into her thigh again, tension wracking his body. And finally, he lifts his left arm not to push against the limb, but to begin dropping elbows against the soft flesh! The first is the most pronounced, hammering against her leg. Then the next two come faster, more insistent!

"Get... off..!"

Like what she'd said to him earlier! It comes full circle!

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Once he put his might to it, getting her legs off wasn't all that difficult, making Sierra fall flat on her stomach, her legs letting go off Blaise's head. Although her legs were the strongest part of her body, she just isn't ready to handle someone so much stronger ACTUALLY fighting back

"Oof!" she gasped, falling to the ground, in an awkward posiiton, right under Blaise.

[CyanDimitrik]

She detangles from him, collapses, and Blaise's head lands right onto the backs of her thighs. Soft and cushy. Plop.

He doesn't linger, however. Instead, he pushes himself up onto all fours again, and quickly throws himself over her, mounting her pert rear with his hips. He leans in over her, digging his arms against the mat to wrap around her stomach, bringing his chest to press in behind her shoulders and his lips near her ear.

"I really, really wanna be mad at you over that kick," Blaise says. "'Cuz that was dirty."

But is he? He's a little annoyed, but does she even realize what she did? He exhales a soft sigh against her neck and pulls inwards on her stomach. It's a little improvised as a hold, but he doesn't intend for her to submit in it. Just wear her out a bit more, and give himself a chance to recuperate a little further from that kick and choke.

His knees slide in between her legs to nudge them apart, in order to take away her lower leverage. Now lying flat atop her back, his hips pressed tight against her rear, his hands pull in a little tighter against her stomach. Their combined bodyweights pressing into his palms, and the palms pulling inwards to squeeze her stomach, Sierra will find herself in a facedown, horizontal gutwrench bearhug!

He lowers his face beside hers on the mat, briefly pressing his nose against her cheek. "You'll have to make it up to me after the match. When I take ya home."

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His hips settled over hers and she lets out an indignant noise that gets muffled by the canvas before his arms are sliding underneath her, finding her stomach, and she can feel his broad chest pressing down against her, his masculine build contrasting with her extreme hourglass silhouette.

His face drops beside hers on the mat, so close s.he can feel him against her cheek, can feel his breath at her ear. Face down against the canvas with his full weight distributed across her back, Sierra's body is essentially sandwiched between the mat beneath her and the solid press of his chest and hips above. There's nowhere for any of it to go! His knees have her legs gently but firmly pried apart, killing any chance she has of planting her feet and bridging up, which she usually loves to incorporate in her moves.

But his arms are definitely the worst of it! They're looped underneath her and pulling in, his palms flat against the warm skin of her stomach, and the effect is a slow, grinding compression that she can't acute-pain her way through. Her abs, already worked over from the lionsault, are being asked to brace continuously against the inward pull, that's just too much for someone of her build to handle!

"Aaagh! Aa-aaw! S-stomach! Stomach...hurts!" she gasped rapidly

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise's arms flex, his hands pulling inwards in steady, forcefully sustained spans of seconds to squeeze her stomach and torture the girl. It isn't as crushing as, say, a proper bearhug, or the one he'd given her face-to-face earlier on, but it allows him to appreciate the level of physical fitness she's bringing to the table. The slenderness of her physique, what toughness her abdominal region offers. Each pressuring pull inwards it accompanied by an arch downwards from the hips, attempting to put more weight behind each squeeze and coincidentally causing a grind along the curve of her rear.

"What's the matter? Don't like gettin' all close?," he asks. His head tilts closer to hers, lightly nudging his nose into her cheek. "I'm pretty comfortable."

The words are punctuated with another inwards pull, squeezing tight on her stomach. This one, he intends to make last a while; the pressure sustains, hands clamped into her stomach muscles like a dual stomach claw, one finger lightly hooking her bellybutton in the process. His goal? He wants to see her weakened, to become more pliant. Not unconscious, maybe, but squeezed just shy of submission.

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The thing about Sierra is she doesn't do subtle suffering. Every pull gets a reaction she can't (not that she's trying too much, but still) quite smother - a sharp exhale here, a pained moan there, even if she isn't speaking she's surely making a lot of sounds. Her stomach, flat and warm and already aching from earlier, has no choice but to stay too, caught between his palms like he's trying to measure just how much give she has, the muscles having long since stopped expecting any kind of break and just settling into a constant low-grade rebellion against the pressure.

As he sticks his finger inside her bellybutton it makes her entire midsection do an involuntary flinch, as that is obviously a sensitive place! She makes a loud, surprised "Ooh!" shocked from the tickling sensation

"I like getting close fine," Sierra giggled nervously "I just don't like being at the receiving end of getting GUT BLASTED!" she said and dragged her fingers down the mat in frustration. He was strong. She knew that already, she'd known that, but knowing it and having it slowly squeeze the structural integrity out of your core while you're pinned face-down underneath him were two different kinds of knowing!

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise, meanwhile, is starting to have a good time again. The fact that Sierra's perky body is pressed tight into him, with full access to her sexy midsection, is certainly helping. But hearing her giggle while she responded between pained moans is kind of nice. She's cute. That's just a facet of her personality. And a bit of a butt, for that previous kick. But he's making her pay for that now.

"Would'ja prefer something different?," Blaise asks, the corner of his lips quirking into a grin. "I like squeezing ya. That's totally your fault, bein' all.. y'know, hot and stuff," he says, prompting another hard inwards crushing pull against her belly. "But you could always tap out, too. I can't promise the next thing I do won't be rougher~..."

His head lifts with the express purpose of lowering again at the other side of her face, even going so far as to brush his cheek against hers. "Unless playin' rough happens to be a thing you're into. In which case..."

He squeezes inwards again, testing the endurance of her stomach for several long, agonizing seconds. His hips push forward, pressed tight against the inviting curvature of her backside.