Hunter’s Moon: Blake Belmont vs. Zane Lambert

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The Shadowcat adamantly remembered how Zane's obnoxious fratboys assisted with him with his cocktail chicanery earlier in the match, and hoped that with one feral glare directed straight towards the hooligans that they would get the message about what could befall them if they aim to take advantage of the No Disqualifications stipulations any further than they already have. An adherence towards basic fire safety ensured that whatever knocked over candles were swiftly snuffed out by audience members and ringside security personnel once Blake's savage snap suplex capsized whatever party food and silverware were now littered all around the warring duo. Blake remaining splayed out with a flinched grimace until beginning to shuffle onto the floor, recuperating herself from a brutal landing that was still preferable to Zane's overturned experience. "So...*hic*...has gettin' me hammered worked out like you thought?" Blake queried as she started yanking Zane off the table by his arm and into a side headlock, noticing the punch bowl filled with apples on another table and hauling him towards the bowl. Blake having every intention of dunking him head first into its ice-cold depths to see how well he played Bobbing For Apples...

[Bare]

Zane was groaning as he laid in the remnants of the table, various food scraps around him from the table, leaving him gasping and shuddering as the fog gradually began to fade around his head from all the stimulus his body had been put through. "Ugh... fuck me..." Zane said as he was hefted up by the beautiful lady that he wish would do afore mentioned act to him as he was then pulled along by her in a head lock over to where the punch bowl for bobbing for apples was.

"Wait... hold on... what are- OOMMMPH!" Zane cried out as he was shoved forward face first into the punch bowl, water splashing around his face as he sputtered and choke as Blake held him in the water. However just as Zane getting Blake drunk was a bit of a mistake, she was doing the same thing but in reverse, sobering him up by doing the ultimate form of splashing water on him! Gritting his teeth under the water Zane would swing his leg up from behind, aiming to crash his heel into Blake's groin with a low blow!

If it worked then Zane would push himself up out of the water, taking a deep breath as he did before rounding about Blake! "Yeah... well getting me sober... is definitely not gonna work out how you thought babe!" Zane shot back in a rare moment of genuine anger as he picked her up by the waist, hauling her up and onto his shoulder before turning and flinging Blake forward, head first into the punch bowl she had just dunked him into and hopefully bring the rest of the table down with her in a bit of double pronged payback!

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Suffice to say that Blake wasn't keen on showcasing any legitimate degree of remorse for any wrestler who'd perpetrate even half of the obnoxious shenanigans Zane had committed throughout the course of this seasonal themed match. As a matter of fact, a small chunk of the hostile animosity she harbors towards the streamer was due to the fact his debauched chicanery was on the cusp of ruining her favorite holiday out of the entire year, now inextricably linked with this sloshed jock putting her through all manners of embarrassment and aggravation. Satisfying though it was in taking her time ensuring Zane paid for the consequences of his callous actions, Blake's own actions would end up having unforeseen repercussions as well. Dunking Zane's head into the bowl of ice water was entirely meant as a debased humiliation as he bobbed for apples in the children's party game...

...except whatever smirking satisfaction Blake conveyed was extinguished once Zane's mule kick countered The Shadowcat in the worst way possible. "HGH..." A breathless Blake incapable of hollering in excruciating anguish after relinquishing her hold on Zane, instead remaining hunched over herself on quivering legs with puffed cheeks as she cradled her crushed kitten. Clutching her abused sweetspot in a justified state of stunshock and practically on the cusp of collapsing straight down to her knees had Zane not hefted Blake onto his shoulders. A yelped shriek preceding a savage plunge straight through the party table shattering immediately, the bowl of water capsizing completely and comedically covering the Shadowcat's head. Splayed out and absolutely drenched with apples and other party ornaments littered around Blake who groaned meekly as her supple abundance heaved with each breath taken underneath the party bowl.

[Bare]

Zane was in a very rare state right now. Both sobered up and VERY annoyed at the moment with Blake for ruining his fun a bit in his opinion and he was determined to make the Shadow Cat pay for ruining his buzz.

Luckily he had already made very good progress in that regard by shooting his leg up into a low blow against her before sending the beautiful brunette crashing into the table with the punch bowl for a bit of rather fitting payback.

Getting up he would reach over and grab a firm hold of Blake's now very wet hair, pulling on it to tug her up before turning and move to pull her along after him on all fours back towards the ring.

Once at the apron he would reach down with his other hand, grabbing the back of her trunks and tugging up sharply, giving Blake a bit of a wedgie as he hauled her up to her feet before pushing her back under the ropes and into the ring.

If successful then Zane would climb up onto the apron himself, but he wouldn't enter normally. Oh no instead he would grab the top ropes and throw himself over, aiming to come crashing down on Blake's body with a over the ropes elbow drop!

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Even amongst her cadre of like-minded girlfriends, Blake was frequently chided for being somewhat of a buzzkill whenever they planned for clubbing escapades meant to continue into the wee morning hours. She honestly preferred being a sobering influence within the group occasionally tasked with taking on the role of designated driver...except tonight she was wracked with weary exhaustion and pained fatigue instead of her usual smug sense of superiority after guiding someone towards sobriety. A spreadeagled and flaccid Blake followed the yanking torque of her soaking locks, compelling her into a shameful crawl on all fours besides the justifiably aggravated streamer. A sway to her caked backside as she obeyed the strained guidance, showcased moreso with her attire wrenched into a wedgie by Zane shuffling the black cat underneath the bottom ropes and back inside the ring. Blake grimacing as she wiped some lingering water out of her eyes in time to catch Zane airborne before plowing his elbow into her breadbasket. "PHOO!!!" Blake puffed her cheeks and cradled her midsection as she curled into a ball, shimmying over to her side and panting laboriously with a thin trail of saliva from the side of her mouth...

[Bare]

Zane was on a rare but ever so thorough dominant stretch at the moment, the aggressive sobering that Blake had put him through causing the streamer to end up in a very rare 'locked in' mode that he was sure was making the black haired beauty regret her recent choices. Getting up after driving his elbow into her stomach Zane would smirk down at the breathless kitty, now having a moment to calm down and truly appreciate once again how gorgeous this woman was... especially while curled up in pain from his offense. "Aww poor thing." Zane cooed as he reached down, grabbing a hand full of Blake's hair and tugging upwards to force Blake up onto her while he got to a full standing position, and of course pressing her face against his crotch as he spoke again.

"Bet you regret underestimating me huh babe? But lucky for you you're pretty damn sexy." Zane said, giving a hump of his groin into her face before tugging upwards forcing Blake to her face as he then pushed himself forward, locking lips with Blake in an intense, sloppy impromptu make out session before pulling away and then shifting his hands to her hips, pulling her upwards and turning her upside down so her face was returned to his crotch, with Blake's in his own which Zane would give a quick kiss before he dropped down into his knees, aiming to piled rive Blake into the mat, folding her legs under his arms after as he took a seat behind her head, keeping her body folded and showing off her wonderful rear end to the world as he pinned her!