L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Alice breathed a sigh of relief when he lowered her to the mat -- she could finally catch her breath and try to salvage her chances at making this match at all competitive. Her legs were still trembling from the passionate makeout session that they had just partaken in, but she was still standing.

When he wrapped his arm around her head, she took a deep breath, preparing herself for what was about to come next. She played possum a bit, letting him lift her up in the suplex, but when she reached the peak of his suplex and was suspended upside down in the air, she made her move. She knew that he was in good shape and she was a relatively tiny girl, so she would hope that the element of surprise would counterbalance his natural strength. She shifted her weight the opposite way and thrust her legs out, hoping to catch him off guard and create some reverse momentum, bringing her down low enough to aim a shaky knee strike directly into Blaise's face!

Blaise is soaking up the bated breath from the audience as they await the punishing slam Alice is about to endure! He spares her a glance, and takes perhaps an extra moment to admire just how luxurious her hair is. Crazy-long blonde hair, at that! And then the balance is suddenly askew, and a knee is flying in. It collides directly above his nose, blanking out his vision. She's released in an instant as the teen crumples to the mat in a stunned heap.

There lies Blaise, knees folded under himself, lying flat on his back, eyes shut and completely open to the bikini'd blonde.

Alice wasn't quite expecting to be dropped the way that she was, but she managed to land safely on one knee beside Blaise as he crumpled to the mat.

"Hehe, sorry there cutie, ya didn't think I would go down that easy, did ya?" She giggled, looking down at her downed foe. Without another thought, she decided to try and capitalize on the situation with one of the same moves she attempted earlier. She wasn't going to telegraph it this time, though! She scrambled to her feet and ran to the opposite side of the ring, bouncing off of the ropes and aiming for a running double stomp directly into Blaise's toned abs.

Blaise is still dealing with the hit he took to the face. That'll scramble your frigging eggs in the morning, that's for sure. He's not even sure where he is right now. Granted, the position he's in and the position he occupied with her body pressed tight to his isn't exactly affording him much discretion. And wearing a form-fitting speedo is doing little to help the situation. So even if his mind isn't where it needs to be at the moment, his body is still coping with the sensations it was enjoying before.

Not that any of this matters. Blaise puts up zero defense as Alice comes running in this time. Both of her feet plunge in against his tight abs, forcing the teen's body to cave around her with a helpless gasp. As soon as the pressure is alleviated, Blaise instinctively will roll onto his side, curled in the fetal position, attempting to restart breathing.

Alice closed her eyes upon impact, grinning as she felt her feet plunge directly into his toned abs. She then bounced off of them, hitting a quick somersault as she hit the mat to elegantly bring herself back to her feet.

She raised her arms in the air and struck a quick pose for the onlooking crowd before she turned back around, eying up her hunky opponent. She was considering a high-flying manouver but she wanted to play things a bit more cautious. Besides, getting up close and personal for more fun definitely seemed appealing.

She gently used her foot to roll Blaise onto his stomach, then laid down on his back, making sure to press her perky, bandeau'd breasts into him. She would slowly but sensually rub her curves up against him before reaching up and wrapping her arms around his neck for an attempt at a sleeper hold. Her technique wasn't completely sound, and her small frame probably provided less resistance than she anticipated, but she was going to ride this out as long as she could.

Blaise is trying to sort out where things went wrong. He thought he had this! Alice was his, wasn't she? He shakes his head quickly, hoping to de-jar his brain and refocus on what's happening. The first thing that registers for him is the sound of the audience,roaring with cheer. He doesn't know why. He could guess why, but right now, he's being nudged over to lay face down. The next thing he notices is the sensation of Alice lying over him. He feels her breasts rubbing in behind his back, encouraging a little groan out of him.

"I'm laying the wrong way for a pin," he notes, head turning to address the girl on his back. For whatever reason, it was the only excuse he could think of at the moment for why she'd be on top of him.

But then her arms wind around his neck, and he comes to attention. His left hand moves immediately to her forearm, attempting to force the hold a little looser to continue breathing! The teen squirms, putting his free hand and knees beneath himself to raise up just enough.

"Ggn.. let.. go..!"

Alice grinned, kicking her feet as she held on like her life depended on it. This was it! She had finally struck gold, and she was going to pick up her first win!

"Hehe, I got you where I want you now! Time to give up!!"

Unfortunately for her, her grip wasn't quite as strong as she anticipated. Had Blaise ever worn a turtleneck before, her grip on his neck would only just be a couple of steps above that. Nevertheless, he was able to reach up to her forearm and loosen the grip just a bit.

"H-hey, no fair! I got you!!" Alice cried out, attempting to regain her grasp on his neck. Before long, he began to rise to his hands and knees, and she was suddenly struck with another task, to try and hang on for dear life without falling off of his back!

It wasn't exactly unappreciated, having Alice rubbing in against him. He could feel her feminine frame pretty well against his back. But the choke she added to it was uncomfortable. And he wanted to win this! Not only for the sake of being a real, genuine win in this new federation, but to keep from being a slave!

...and not to mention, getting to take the leash on Alice. Whatever that might entail.

"Ghnn..!," heaves the teen as he pushes up further, wobbling to his full height. She doesn't weigh much, and he's managing what little more she adds pretty well. And now that he has his balance back, it's time to turn things around again! "You already got me..!," he muses over his shoulder to her. Will she get his meaning? He wouldn't fault her if she didn't. They are fighting right now, after all. "But I think you'll like being my property for a day!"

Blaise suddenly rushes backwards, attempting to drive them both against the ropes behind him. Using the cords' elasticity, he vaults forward with her into a sudden flip! And in the end, Alice may find herself slammed flat on her back, crushed beneath his bodyweight as he, too, lands on his back over hr!

"Your...property??" Alice mused, holding on to Blase's neck for dear life. At this point she was just dangling behind him, each of her curves brushing into him as she tried to hang on. "No! You don't understand, I've got you! I ---"

Before she could finish her thought, the two of them went careening through the air. Alice was no stranger to springboard moves, but not...quite like this. She barely had time to shriek as they both slammed down to the mat below, her being crushed by the full brunt of Blaise's body weight as she broke his fall. With one final gasp, she just lied there beneath him, lying almost completely still aside from her chest rising and falling with each breath she took.

The impact is considerably softer for Blaise than it was poor Alice. He had the benefit of landing on soft, curvy femininity. She had a wrestling mat to land on, and a guy to squish her. And after landing, the referee-girl is immediately beside the pair ready to slap the mat for a pin. But he pulls aside to get off of her, resting on his knees beside the blonde.

"That was the rule, right? Whoever loses is property of the winner? That's how it was worded?" Beat. "Wait." She's out, isn't she? Or close to it. He really put her through the wringer today. It might be time to end things.

He can't just lay on her for the pin. She needs to be properly finished. Not just for her sake, sort of doing her honor and giving her a 'warrior's death' (as his trainer might have put it), but to really show the audience what he can do. A show-stopper!

Taking her by the near wrist and ankle, he pulls the blonde over a little more towards the nearest turnbuckle. She's turned lateral to it, and he makes sure to splay her legs out and drop her arms above her head. That'll leave her body nice and supine, vulnerable, stretched out. A hand sets over her stomach for a moment, his head lifting to nod to the audience. That's his target, everyone; the poor girl's belly.

At last, Blaise rushes up the turnbuckle and pivots to perch on the top rope, facing her. He crouches in preparation, and finally leaps from his roost! His arms and legs draw back, pulling his own sleek body taut - specifically at the six-packed abdominals! And if all goes according to plan, those toned, exposed abs are going to crash directly across Alice's bare stomach! A frog splash finish!