The Irish 'Blades' Plays with the Amazoness

[ZorzLeth]

"Not easily." Blades teased back in response to Baal's question, working to get her riled up. Of course, Baal used the opportunity to drive her heels into Blades' torso and forced him to hit the corner of the ring. This left him a bit dazed and forced him to release Baal. However, he was far from done.

"Tricky, eh? I like that." Blades said as he then rolled his head, "But how's about this to loosen you up, hot stuff."

Showing that he was far from hurt, Blades decided to charge at Baal and hit her with a jumping back elbow to her face.

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[MR. Q]

"Asshole," Baal muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes at Blades' arrogant display.

Baal merely sidestepped just as Blades charged forward and watched as the momentum of his jumping attack carry him straight into the mat with bored eyes.

"Oof, that's gotta hurt." Baal said blankly. Capitalizing the moment, she went up and swung a foot right between his legs.

Mr.Q said to always aim at that area but she doesn't know why?

[ZorzLeth]

It wasn't surprising that he didn't get to her, but it made Blades note of how fast she was. However, he quickly got to his feet. As soon as that happened, he saw what Baal was about to do. In a surprise reaction of speed, Blades caught the shin of Baal's leg that was about to hit him right between the legs. That was a big no-no.

"Oh dear, that was such a low blow, even for you." Blades said in a rather taunting voice, in fact it almost sounded quite threatening, as he smirked. Before Baal could react, he quickly grabbed her by the throat with his free hand. He then used that hand to lift Baal up before slamming her into the ground with a choke slam.

"I think learning some manners are in order." Blades continued in that menacing voice, as he would pull up a potentially delirious Baal and fling her into the ropes. Then, as she would bounce back towards him, he would hit her with a clothesline.

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[MR. Q]

Blades' speedy catch of Baal's leg mid-kick made her eyebrows raise in surprise.

"The hell?" Baal grunted in disbelief as Blades caught her throat with inhuman speed, lifting her off her feet. A moment later she found herself slammed unceremoniously into the mat, the wind driven from her lungs.

"Urk-" She coughed painfully, seeing stars after that bone-jarring impact. Before she could recover, Blades had grabbed her again, sending her stumbling backward towards the ropes with his toss.

Baal bounced back quickly, barreling toward Blades with determined eyes. Just as his arm whipped out to clothesline her, Baal ducked low - and when Blades overextended himself in mid-punch, she sprang up behind him, locking him securely over.

"Let's try this again," Baal grunted in satisfaction, bending at the knees.

And with those final words, she began the upward lift and slam downward in a Suplex, aiming to pancake him into the mat with ruthless strength.

[ZorzLeth]

Good news for Jack: He was able to stop Baal's kick to his groin, then slam her into the ground, and finally picked her up to throw her into the ropes to prepare for a clothesline. The bad news for Jack was that Baal was able to recover her senses and dodge his clothesline. What was worst for Jack at this moment was Baal was able to lock him securely and throw him into a suplex. Thanks to the additional momentum that Jack had, it made it much easier for Baal to get the suplex off with no problem.

Jack found himself slammed hard on the ground by the suplex. He rolled a bit before taking an opportunity to shake his head and regain his senses. He grinned.

"A lady who can get herself out of a bad situation. I like that." Jack said, as he went in for a few swings with his fists. Now, he wasn't actually trying to hit Baal with his fists, but to try to force her back into a corner.

[MR. Q]

Not one to miss an opportunity, Baal swiftly caught Jack's incoming fist mid-swing. With surprising strength, she grabbed hold of his arm and used it to pull herself closer, bringing her other fist crashing into Jack's gut in a powerful punch.

"Heh, nice compliments weird guy. But why don't you save them for the loser in this match?" Baal taunted, delivering another sharp gut punch for emphasis.

She then follows it up with a knee to the abdomen to stun him for more follow ups.

[ZorzLeth]

As Baal managed to avoid his swings, not realizing that he was not actually trying to hit her this time, she immediately went in to punch in him hard in the gut...twice. Now, this would hurt, but Jack could take the pain. He smirked as an opportunity presented itself.

"That wouldn't be you, would it?" Jack jokingly responded to Baal's last comment about him saving the compliments for the loser of the match, "Cause either way, I'll win tonight."

He quickly wrapped his arms around Baal's waist, as her strikes made him decide to change up his game plan. He now seized Baal in a bearbug, as his powerful arms ensared Baal's waist and back.

"How about we hug things out?" Jack asked in a joking tone before delivering one strong squeeze to Baal's body.

[MR. Q]

Baal grunted in annoyance as Blades bearhugged her firmly from behind. The sudden pressure around her midsection caught her off guard.

"The fuck?" Baal swore under her breath, struggling against his grip instinctively. His question only made her growl in irritation, baring her teeth in a grimace.

And then he squeezed...

"Oof!" Baal's eyes shot open in discomfort as the pressure intensified around her ribcage. Gritting her teeth, she raised a knee swiftly between Blades' legs, aiming right for his crotch with ruthless force - no doubt hoping to drop him like a bag of potatoes.

"Heh, fuckin' choke on these compliments." She spat, putting every ounce of strength into that knee strike, desperate to break free from his oppressive bearhug.

[ZorzLeth]

Jack's bearhug was definitely putting pressure on Baal's body as she would have no doubt felt it. He would squeeze her for a bit as he noticed that she was trying to adjust her body. No doubt she was going to try to strike back. Since he saw that she wasn't using her arms, that meant that she would try to do something with her legs.

"Oh no, you don't." Jack said as he delivered a very sharp, long squeeze with the bearhug, that was designed to send out ripples of pain to Baal's body. This was meant to stun Baal and immobilize her briefly with pain. If this worked, then Jack would shift his arms a bit so that they were more secured around her waist. With the bearhug like this, Baal's waist and midriff would be more pressed against Jack's, forcing her legs to be more along his legs.

[MR. Q]

The brutal pressure radiating from Blades' bearhug was overwhelming, making it hard for Baal to breathe or even think straight. She gritted her teeth and tried to will her body to comply, fighting through the pain that seared her insides.

But the searing agony in her midsection was too intense. Blades shifted his grip, crushing her more firmly against him as her waist and belly pressed along his legs.

"No- fuck-" Baal panted harshly, feeling dizzy from lack of oxygen. In desperation, she thrust the top of her head backward, aiming for a bone-crushing headbutt right to Blades' nose - the closest target available in her position.

"Heh, how's about a new nose for a match!" She snarled, putting all of her remaining force into that sickening headbutt, praying it would break free from his ironclad bearhug.