Blaise Cameron vs Makie Akamatsu

[Underdoggo]

Makie couldn't tell which hurt worse-- her neck muscles, or her abdominals. On the one hand, Blaise had her head trapped neatly under his armpit, forcing her to give out muffled cries against the enclosing walls of his muscles as her head was arched back to a painful degree. On the other hand, Blaise's fingers were digging hard into her pectorals, sending sharp stabs of pain lancing up from her stomach muscles as they were compressed. Between these two holds, the most Makie could do was kick fitfully at the mat and pry without success at Blaise's arms.

It was a brutal submission hold, one that had Makie sorely tempted to tap out then and there...but then this was a pins only match, so unfortunately, the torture would have to continue.

She was starting to feel lightheaded, especially since it was readily apparent that Blaise had no intention of letting go. So she dug deep into her inner core-- the part of her that absolutely, utterly refused to tap no matter what-- and balled her fists together, before swinging them upwards, hoping, against all hope, to hit Blaise in his big stupid face and force him to release this murderous hold...

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise continued working the hold, sapping Makie's strength and sending volts of pain radiating through her body each time she inhaled, as well as each time she exhaled. The grip on her neck was consistent, tight, holding her restrained and letting the tension in her neck and spine do the work as she's pulling into a tight enough backwards C to point her face at the ceiling and skylights. The other hand, however, changes tactics a little. The fingers ease slightly to give her the impression that it's safe to breathe, despite the soreness in her already-worked abs. His hand slides against her stomach, before his fingers hook in against another cluster of abdominal muscles, gouging and clenching anew.

Despite the Hell he knows he's putting her through, Makie isn't tapping however. Is the hold not enough? Does he need to make it worse somehow? Is he holding back on the angle of her spine? Surely not, he's done plenty of camel clutches in the past, he isn't out here trying to genuinely hurt her! He's just craving that proof positive of the hold's viability. And sadly, it seems he isn't going to get it tonight.

Though her right arm is effectively restrained as he squeezes her stomach, her left arm is free to flail as it will! More or less, anyway! The angle is horribly bad to land a clean shot on his aforementioned big dumb head, but she manages to connect with his cheek. "Nngh! Hey!," he fusses. Hips push harder against her rear and he leans back a little harder on instinct. But at that angle, it's just not worth holding.

He really. Really. Doesn't want to hurt her.

Ultimately, that desire to not injure her is more important than struggling with her and forcing the proof he desires. And with another bop, he withdraws his arm from her neck and lets the other hand slide from her stomach, releasing her body from the hold.

[Underdoggo]

That did it. Somehow, that desperate backwards blow with her fists connected with Blaise's head. Somehow, that stunned him enough to make him release her. Against all hope, she had managed to secure a release from Blaise's excruciating hold, the claw grip on her bare midsection releasing alongside the wall of his muscles around her head. The sweet release made her give out a gasp, before gravity kicked in and she toppled onto her front. For a few seconds, all she could do was lie facedown on the mat, her short hair matted with sweat as she took a few shallow breaths of air. She was only barely aware of the fact that the crowd was cheering her, impressed by her tenacity.

Then, with a groan, she began to crawl for the ropes, trying to get a hand on the bottom rope and start to pull on it...wanting to get standing again as soon as she could, and not looking forward to whatever other brutal holds Blaise had in his arsenal...

[CyanDimitrik]

It's a disappointing result for Blaise, not being able to force even a non-match ending tapout in the girl. But he at least felt the hold was effective, and it warranted trying again on whomever he faced next. He'd just have to see. For now, however, he nurses the side of his head with a palm - the punch was enough of a bother to force a release, coupled with the increasing concern that he was about to injure her, but wasn't damaging enough to floor him. That said, she is making pretty good use of the window!

She's'a crawlin'. Right out from under him.

Blaise, still propped on his knees, tilts his head a little as she works her way to the ropes. He lifts enough to let her make her way over, choosing his next move. He could do basically anything, he realizes. She's in no position to retaliate. But the impulse he gets, when she begins dragging herself with the bottom rope, is a guillotine choke utilizing that elastic cable. He very quickly dismisses the idea. That's not who he is, that's not what he's about. Rather, he lifts to his full height, letting her crawl up the ropes just a little further before launching into his next offense.

Springing in behind her, his right arm hooks around her waist, holding her previously-tortured stomach. His left arm hooks under her left leg, pulling her body tight back against himself. And from there, his back arches, arms pulling to heft the girl into a back suplex, intent on driving the back of her head and shoulders against the mat before releasing!

[Underdoggo]

Makie was breathing hard now as she crawled towards the ropes. Her punished abdominals were throbbing with barely suppressed pain, and each move caused them to hurt just a little more. She was wincing as she managed to grab a hold of the bottom rope, and then the middle rope: slowly but surely, she began the laborious process of lifting herself up, to hopefully get back into this match.

And then Blaise grabbed her from behind, one arm circling her already sore waist. She gasped, thinking he was going to go for another punishing submission hold. Then his other arm snaked around her thigh, and she realized what was going on.

She shot an elbow back at him. Even if it connected, though, it was already too late: her entire world went tipping upside down, and she was suplexed hard onto the mat. Pain shot through her upper back, and she cried slightly from the impact before going still. As Blaise released her, Makie ended up tilted on her shoulders, her butt sticking into the air in an undignified manner, before gravity finally kicked in and she toppled onto her side, groaning in pain...

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise takes the shot to the head, but fortunately the two are already at the apex of the elevation. There'd be nowhere for Makie to go back straight down against the mat in a punishing suplex. Blaise releases her upon landing, knowing full well the force with which she took that impact. He sits up, one hand rubbing the side of his struck head before he turns over onto hands and knees. Seeing her curled up against her shoulders, he knows he could pin her down like that. But somehow... somehow it felt insulting. And he kind'a likes the girl. She seems his type; tomboyish, fun, athletic, obviously into wrestling. And at the same time, that pinfall would feel... somehow less enjoyable. It's meant to be a domination match - the two of them vying to conquer the other. He'd rather that pin be a visual feast for the audience, and maybe low-key elating for him as well. He'd been on the receiving end of that for so much of his career!

She flops down to the mat on her side. There we go.

Blaise quickly closes the gap to her and pushes her down flat on her back. His left arm scoops under her right thigh, hooking the leg into the air. His left leg hooks between her legs, bringing his hips up against hers. Sleek abdominals rest over her bare stomach, pectorals pressed against the curvature of her breasts. His right hand grabs her right wrist to hold down against the mat as he lies splayed against her, and his back arches, pushing his every point of contact tight against her body.

Ten seconds. He'll have to pin her down for ten seconds. Has he done enough for that full count yet?

The referee quickly drops beside the pair to begin the count.

"One!," she slaps the mat.

His head turns to look towards Makie's face, softly panting each breath.

[Underdoggo]

Makie was in a world of hurt as she flopped onto her side, breathing hard as she lay with her eyes closed. Right now her back was a throbbing mass of pain, both from the impact and from Blaise's earlier hold. While she had started this match doing fairly well against the big guy, now he was dominating convincingly. She grimaced. She couldn't afford to lose this match, to drift back into obscurity as a footnote against a more established wrestler. She wouldn't--

She was suddenly rolled onto her back, and Blaise's body was suddenly pressed against hers. She involuntarily shivered at the sensation of his firm pectorals pressing against her, of her breasts mashing against his firm chest. The sensation almost blinded her to the fact that she was being pinned right now.

"...TWO....THR--" was as far as the ref got before Makie twisted sharply, getting a shoulder up before the count could continue. She might have been in a world of pain, but she was still in this match, dammit, and she was not going to lose so easily.

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise was trying not to think too much about the position, either; their limbs entangled, the faintly damp sensation of sweating skin against skin, the curve of her breasts pressing tight to his chest. Tomboy though the girl definitely is, she had it going on in the best way - and it was easy to tell that from the position of pinning her body down. Watching her face rest troubled felt somehow more intimate, connected with her. He felt the strain of the match, the damage she'd done to him in their mutual struggle for dominance over the other. And now that he had a moment of simply holding her down, at least a part of him could enjoy the closeness.

They have a long way to go for that ten-count, but there could be worse positions to be in. Blaise cinches up on Makie's leg a little tighter, urging himself to press tighter against her frame.

The hand nearly comes down for the three-count, but Makie pulls aside, lifting a shoulder and jostling him from his position!

"Stubborn, aren't'cha?," he asks, voice low but audible enough just for the girl. He reaches one hand for her shoulder, the other seizing into her short black hair near the scalp to guide her up to her knees, then the rest of the way to her feet. "I've got a lot more to show ya anyway!"

[Underdoggo]

Makie was breathing hard now, up against Blaise's bare chest, as she narrowly managed to escape that pinfall. Her face was red, both from the physical effort she had had to make in getting free, and from her close proximity to Blaise's finely sculpted abs. Her chest rose and fell as she rolled away from Blaise, trying to find a way to get back into this match after the pummelling and agonizing stretching that her larger opponent had just inflicted on her.

Around her, the crowd was cheering enthusiastically; many of them seemed to be cheering her on, rooting for the underdog. That, at least, was encouraging.

The feeling of encouragement dissipated, though, as soon as Blaise grabbed her arm in one hand and her short hair in another. Hissing in pain, Makie was slowly dragged up to her feet, her body wobbling a little as it threatened to fall over again. She was being dragged up opposite Blaise, who was commenting on her stubbornness.

"You have...no idea..." she rasped, before balling a fist, shooting a punch at Blaise's hard midsection. That had only been to stun him, though, and take him by surprise...and hopefully leave him open to a follow up uppercut into his chin! More than anything, Makie just wanted to force Blaise to release her, and even though she was worn out, she wasn't even close to done yet...

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise had something witty to respond with! He's sure he did! Or at least, that's what his mind urged when they locked eyes and she made her statement. With his fingers tangled in her hair, the other hand holding her close, the sense of intimacy from the pin hadn't quite left him yet. And from this angle, he could still admire her face. So... distracted? Maybe a little. Enough to have the impulse to say something instead of follow through with his plan, anyway. And that moment gives Makie enough of a window to act.

Her fist catches his sleek abdominals, causing him to jolt inwards a little. Her arm is released to protect his midsection, which naturally leads to that uppercut hitting him. He recoils, staggering back from her and releasing her hair - thankfully he wasn't so deadset on keeping it that there was any risk of yanking anything out. He hits the ropes, one arm swinging back to catch himself over the top cable.

He gives his head a quick shake after the hit to try to refocus on her.