L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

She gazed up at Blaise, biting her lip even harder as she felt his warm breath against her lips and neck. She could definitely feel the pressure building up against her hips, the thin fabrics of their swimsuits being the only thing between them at this point. It would be so easy to just give into desire and just submit to him right here, but pride ended up winning out in the end.

"N...no..." she murmured, jolting her arm just enough to lift her shoulder up off of the mat and break the count. "Not yet..."

Her blue eyes fluttered up at him, her needy look changing to one of determination. She certainly wasn't in a very favorable position, but she definitely wasn't going to go down without more of a fight.

Well, that, and she certainly didn't dislike the current position...

A significant part of Blaise wants her to just lie beneath him and let the pin happen. They can move on to figuring out how this notion of 'ownership' works - though he has a pretty good idea of how he'd like it to. But at the same time, how lame a match would it be for her to take two hard hits and be done? The audience might even call that fixed! Blaise isn't a giant, hulking monster of muscle. He's just a guy; an athletic guy, sure, but just a guy!

Her shoulder pulls up off the mat, and the referee-girl holds up two fingers. A two-count! A two-fer!

"H'okay..," says Blaise with a huff of a breath. He lifts off the girl's body and pulls on her wrists, attempting to yank her up to her feet and lead her directly into a knee aimed to sink into that aforementioned belly of hers! Granted, thanks to that contact and the tight nature of what could laughably be called his 'swimwear', the physical reaction is very plain to see. He hasn't quite realized that yet.

Alice breathed a small sigh of relief as the referee called the 2 count, though she was hardly out of the woods just yet. Blaise finally broke the pin, but she couldn't say the same about his grip on her wrists. She squirmed and flailed around, trying to break free from his grasp, but her much larger opponent didn't have much of an issue bringing her back to her feet.

"Hey, let me g-aaah!" Whatever train of thought she had was immediately derailed as Blaise drove another knee into her already tenderized stomach. No matter how this match played out, she definitely wasn't going to be getting out of it without at least a few bruises.

"Mmmmmh..." A slight moan left her lips as she wobbled around, her legs trembling from a combination of the shot to the tummy she just took and the stimulation she felt from the previous pin attempt. Finally, her legs gave out, and she slumped over, falling facefirst into her opponent's toned chest. As she fell, fer face slooooowly grazed against his chest, then continued down, brushing down against each pair of his toned abs...

By the time she finished slumping, her face was pressed up against his lower abdomen, just above the waistband of his speedo. While her opponent surely wouldn't have minded her face traveling even further south, she couldn't fall any further -- his grip on her wrists was the only thing holding her up at this point.

Blaise had intentions to follow up on the hit to her stomach! But her face plants into his chest, and he freezes. It's an odd sensation, not at all unwelcome as her face travels along his body, tensed against her lips. At long last, she comes to a halt. Right there. Where there's every temptation to grab her head.

He swallows hard. It's becoming harder to ignore the physical attraction to this girl. If there are many others like Alice, LAW is going to be absolute Hell.

Yanking on her arms again, Blaise attempts to haul her to her full height. Her arms will be draped over his shoulders, and his arms relocate around her waist. With another yank, he tries to hoist her off her feet enough to even her body against his. His toned chest presses to her breasts, his tight abdominals firmly set against her tummy, and his hips locked against hers. He takes just a moment to ensure his arms are beneath the curtain of blonde that is her hair - he has no intention of pulling her hair in this hold! But once done, his arms suddenly clamp down to grind her belly to his abs. But that isn't the only point of contact and grinding shared in the bearhug.

With his face even with hers, Blaise's bright blue eyes attempt to lock onto hers, taking her in.

Alice was little more than dead weight at this point, but her small frame made it quite easy for Blaise to ragdoll her into the position she wanted. It wasn't until he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up into the bearhug that she began to stir again, but it was a very...specific form of contact that snapped her back to reality.

Her blue eyes opened up and locked with his, and he could see that the look of determination that they carried earlier was now fully washed away in lieu of a look of hunger. She couldn't reply with much more than frantic whimpers as she struggled in his arms, every inch of her body squirming and grinding up against him.

She began to weigh her options in her head -- she definitely couldn't outpower Blaise. He was much taller, much stronger, and she couldn't deny just how attractive she found him. Any sort of offensive momentum she had managed to obtain during the match was quickly washed away by his counterattacks, and she had found herself in quite a few compromising positions already. This one, though, this could go off the rails pretty quickly if it continued...

Finally, physical desire won out over the desire to perform. She temporarily forgot about the match, the crowd, the referee girl, all she could think about was Blaise and how good this felt. She wrapped her arms tightly around him, digging her fingernails down his back. Her generalized thrashing and squirming turned into very deliberate motions as she began to grind and thrust her hips up against him, throwing gasoline on the already rapidly spreading wildfire of friction between them. Without much more of a thought, she reached one hand up and roughly grabbed his hair on the back of his head, shoving him into a rough, passionate kiss!

Their eyes meet, and though Blaise is trying to give her a fierce, unflagging look, he can't help but notice the shift in her. And the reason for it is obvious. Of course he feels it too. He feels everything right now. And soon, that look of hunger in her eyes is matched.His back arches to press harder against her soft skin, and as her hips become the focus of her movements, his do as well. Every thrust she makes against him is meet in equal fervor, and by the time she's grabbed his hair, there's nothing in the ring that would stop him from kissing her with wild, reckless abandon.

And so the audience observes two teenagers grappled together in wild, even frantic passion. So that's what mixed wrestling looks like. Huh.

Blaise doesn't care at the moment. Nothing else exists other than three factors. First, kissing her - which deepens with every passing second, his eyes squeezed shut, head tilted to lock against hers. His tongue has edged out, seeking to meet with hers for that first electrical level of intimacy. Second, the feel of her body against his. The way she's melded against him, the fact that they're down to wearing only the essentials, it all creates a mind-numbing sensory overload that is quickly becoming an addiction. His hard pecs mash into her breasts, his toned abs push against her flat stomach, his hips grinding firmly to hers. Third, keeping that squeeze on her. It's like the glue that holds it all together. If he didn't squeeze her, she might slip away. It feeds into that bodily contact between them, keeps her in kissing distance, and also tingles at his senses in a way he hadn't quite expected. Overpowering and dominating the girl is kind of a thrill. The fact that she's no longer fighting it, but kissing him, only amplifies it more.

All in all, the bearhug's become something more than strictly wrestling.

When the kiss ends, Blaise tilts his head back to look at her face again. Each heated pant he exhales washes against her lips, his heart pounding against her chest. "What.. was that.. for?," he asks breathlessly. He knows full well what it was for. He's just curious what her excuse might be!

In that moment, Alice had completely given up on her inhibitions and lost herself in Blaise's embrace. Even if he were to let go of the bearhug, she wouldn't have gone anywhere, as she was hanging on tight, gripping and pressing and grinding into him as if her life depended on it. Being quite the shy girl growing up, she didn't have a lot of romantic experience, but she definitely knew what she liked, and this felt absolutely phenomenal.

She gripped on tightly to his hair, her kisses becoming more and more passionate. She met his tongue with hers, and her hip motions became even more frantic as her legs began to tremble and quiver. She never expected that being absolutely manhandled the way that she was would make her feel this good, but here she was, coming closer and closer to climax. She may have reached it, too, but him pulling away from the kiss and questioning her motives snapped her back to reality.

"S...shut up...!" she stammered, turning her face away from him to break the gaze. She was blushing so hard that it almost appeared that she caught a sunburn on her face, the painted hearts on her cheeks blending in with the red and pink flush. She pressed her arms against his shoulders, trying to push herself away, but it was no use. She was completely entrenched in his grip, and while she didn't exactly dislike the situation, there was no escaping from it. She could easily just tap out at this point, but the sense of pride (as well as...other feelings within her...) swelling inside of her refused to let her give up. Flinching, she began to flail her arms, firing gentle shots against his shoulders and upper chest, though she continued to press her chest and hips into him. "If...if you're going to finish me off, just do it, okay??" She gazed into his eyes, biting her lip as she anticipated his next move.

The increase in fervor, the yearning he feels in her, and matching it in himself.. this match feels like it might have been turning into something other than a Prisoner of War stipulation. Blaise knew there were hentai matches in this federation. Given the way this had gone, he'd be in serious trouble if he ever accepted one of those. Then again, from the feel of things with her, it might have been evenly matched - potentially even a draw. Still, feeling like she was about to tip over the edge was a Hell of an ego boost.

When she turns more flustered, Blaise snickers. He doesn't mean to embarrass or insult her with it! She's just too cute! He easily weathers the meager bops from her fists, but he doesn't clench around her waist to squeeze any tighter; pressure is simply maintained. He wants to do more, but it would've been for different reasons. Ahem.

Blaise meets her eyes, studying them. She's ready to be finished. He's winning his second ever match. She's not tapping out and taking the easy way out, and he likes that. "I can't just pin ya..," he murmurs back to her. His head tilts towards hers, gently nudging his brow against her. He loves the idea of dominating her - it's a definite thrill, and one she no doubt feels against her hips. But he doesn't want her to appear too weak to the audience! They haven't been tangling long. "..can you take another few hits?" If she can weather a little more abuse up to a finisher, he's sure she'll be fine with the crowd!

Alice, at this point, knew that she wouldn't be able to break out of the bearhug, but this was her next best plan of action. Convincing him to break the hold gave her another shot at turning this around. She had been utterly dominated and manhandled for pretty much the entirety of the match thus far, but if she was looking to submit to him she would have given up just then and there. Besides, no matter how this match ended, she was certainly enjoying it. In...multiple ways, in fact.

Through the pained expression from the bearhug and the needy expression from the events that sprung from it, a grin crossed her lips. "Do...do your worst." She licked her lips, almost daring him to make the next move, while quickly beginning to anticipate her next gameplan for when he let her go.

Blaise has no idea she's being sneaky. But that's typical for him. He's a trusting, guileless teen who takes people at their word and tends to believe the best about them. So when she encourages him to do his worst, he gives her a competitive smile. "Happy to!" In his mind, he's ready to style all over her and make a good first impression with the LAW crowd. If they can look past the less-than-subtle grindfest that just happened.

He lowers her feet to the mat again, reluctantly easing the pressure off her body to let their skin get a little distance from each other. He attempts to take her head under his left arm, and sling her left arm behind his neck. His right hand moves to her hip, careful not to grab her by the bikini for fear of damaging it. But pushing/pulling on her hip while blocking off her arm and head should be enough for the fit youth as he attempts to heft her body into the air, suspending her upside-down at his shoulder in a stall, displaying her body for the crowd!