Erin vs Blaise PoW Match

[Noob]

Before long Erin had turned the tables, at least regarding their position. She now lay atop her opponent and would quickly sit up and straddle Blaise's waist. The fact that he had kept her down for a three count wasn't lost on the flustered redhead who would aim a quick jab at his stomach in frustration. "Hmmpphh...don't think you're gonna get that lucky again." She told him before blowing a few stray strands of hair out of her face.

There was a brief moment of silence from the redhead who was trying to regain her composure. Unwilling to let Blaise off the hook, the gears in her head were spinning. "Ya know, I really didn't think you were gonna play it like that." Erin mused. Finally building up the nerve to continue she once again spoke. "Buuuut if you're gonna play, know that I play rough." She said with a quick wink back at Blaise. And with that the redhead's hand was soon firmly pressed between Blaise's legs, ever so slightly running along him. The redhead very much wanted to comment on what she felt but for once she held her tongue. This wasn't a game she was terribly used to playing. At the very least she was hoping to distract Blaise for a moment though so that she could try to get him in a pin of her own.

Suddenly the redhead hopped backwards, planting her butt on the ground a few inches behind Blaise's head. She would bring his legs with her, attempting to try out a matchbook pin. It was a new maneuver for the Irish brawler but she had been practicing a lot lately and figured this was a perfect occasion to try it out. "Nnnng there! Good! Got it!" The redhead mumbled before raising her hand and giving Blaise's butt a hard slap. "Now let's count!"

[CyanDimitrik]

"Oomfph!"

Blaise twitches under her as she throws a punch into his midsection, unable to really defend against it. Though he was rather liking the position they were in, not-so-subtly lewd as it may have been, he can't really complain about this one either. It gives him a pretty nice view of Erin's body. If she'd just scoot down a little more...

Suddenly, it didn't matter. Her hand was right there on him, even less abashed than he'd been with his teasing of her. She'd be able to feel everything, emphasized by the effect the match had already had on him, and exacerbated by what she's doing right now! His lower half squirms, breath a little shaky, and eyes wide.

Yet that didn't last, either! Suddenly, the redhead is bounding over him and folding his legs over his head, curling the teen up. "Gah!" And then a slap. "GAH!" His arms flail as the referee-girl drops beside them, slapping the mat to begin the pin. This is so not cash money!

"One!"

"Two!"

Blaise gives a hard thrash, hoping to kick his legs free of her grip!

[Noob]

It wasn't long before Erin found herself back on top of things, holding Blaise down for the pin. After giving him a quick slap to the rear she would follow up by raising both hands and smacking his ass again, this time resting her hands there as the referee continued to count. While her opponent was doing his best to struggle, Erin refused to let go.

"Three!"

"Four!"

The referee counted. Meanwhile Erin was left wishing the count was to three not ten. "Well heh this is a bit umm awkward huh? Bet ya wish you hadn't taken me on right?" The redhead teased as she struggled to contain a hard push up by Blaise. "Nnnng nope! Sorry. You're stuck with me! Now quit it or I WILL embarrass you and your little friend in front of everyone." Erin threatened. Now starting to get a bit more into the spirit of the match, she leaned forward so that she could look down at Blaise and flash him a quick smirk.

Erin had to admit that she had been starting to take a liking to her reluctant verbal punching bag. She was almost hoping Blaise would kick out just so she could tease him a bit more. Whether Blaise shared that sentiment however was another story. But for right now that wasn't an issue. Until the match was over Erin didn't intend to give him a break.

"Five!"

[CyanDimitrik]

The referee is still counting! Blaise didn't get free!? He always gets free! As long as he still has the willpower, he always finds a way out of these predicaments! Unless a part of him really wants the match to end so they get to figure out this whole 'prisoner' thing.

..Wait, no. That almost certainly means unending humiliation at Erin's hands. He can't have that. Ugh, that'd be exactly how she ruins something that could be amazing. ..Wait, why the hell would it be amazing!?

Blaise is all up in his head. Until she says "little". #triggered.

Blaise thrashes around with newfound vigor. But seeing as all the weight and balance is on Erin's end, the result is an unusual twisting of his upper-body, squiggling his balance onto his shoulder and planting his palms to the mat to gain leverage! From there, he pulls forward to roll away! And should he get that short distance from her, the teen will instantly be on his feet, pivoting, and throwing a hard, low kick at Erin's torso in retaliation!

[Noob]

While she was able to contain his first burst, Blaise still had plenty of energy left to try again. His second attempt at escape was enough to push Erin back. She couldn't help but roll her eyes as she heard the crowd cheer for Blaise's escape. Thrown a bit off balance, the redhead would place her hands on the ground to keep herself from falling back. With Blaise scrambling away Erin also rushed to get back on her feet. "Still got plenty of energy huh?" She grumbled as she rose up. "Ok let's change that." She continued.

Unfortunately for the redhead, her opponent was on his feet before she was and came back with a swift kick. "Hnnng! Gimme a second damn it!" She yelped as he made contact. Erin grabbed her side with one hand as she stumbled back towards the ropes. Having barely gotten up to her feet as she was hit, she soon reached out to the ropes with her free hand to balance herself.

[CyanDimitrik]

Wham! Boot connects with Erin's otherwise lovely torso, something he's trying to think less about. He needs to wear her down, and smexy stuff isn't doing it! Not fast enough, anyway!

With her hanging on the rope, he closes in with her - trying not to admire the curve of her body, the posture, the gladiatorial imagery of Erin poses just so-

Gah!

Blaise attempts to grab her by the luxurious mane and turn with her to rush her into the nearest turnbuckle! If all goes according to plan, he'll hammer her forehead into the corner!

[Noob]

Once again Erin is on the defensive, a position she hates to be in. The woman would grab the ropes and slowly pull herself up into a standing position where she was hoping to catch her breath. To her disappointment though Blaise wasn't nice enough inside the ring to let that happen, not that she blamed him. He would grab a hold of her long hair and pull her forward. "Nnnng hair!" The redhead squealed as it was painfully yanked. She would be sure to have a word with Blaise about that later or just a well placed punch.

Before Erin could do much else though the woman felt herself being pulled towards the corner. She heard the impact before she felt it, loud bang against the turnbuckle followed by an involuntary "Aaaaghghh!" From the Irish brawler. The dazed wrestler soon fell to the side, barely gripping the ropes as she struggled to regain her composure. She heard the crowd roar in response, she'd have to have a word with them too.

[CyanDimitrik]

It was a somehow euphoric sensation, feeling more powerful than Erin; the girl who'd tormented him for so long. But he wasn't going to let it go to his head and ruin what momentum he had! He couldn't!

She dropped to the side, and Blaise pursues her down. Rather than pull her out of the corner, however, he attempts to turn the girl over and lie her back in the corner, resting her shoulders neatly on the bottom pad.

Then, the youth grabs the middle ropes... and glomps his hips to her face! Leaning back to leverage his weight against her, his hips grind into her face, straddling the turnbuckle, aiming to get a quick suffocation... and maybe, just maybe, indulge a little.

Maybe.

[Noob]

A dazed Erin was easily maneuvered so that her back was against the corner. While the seated position was great for her to rest, she knew that there was little good that could come from her lounging in the corner. Soon her fears were realized as Blaise stood before her and shoved his hips forward. The next thing she knew, her face was buried in his crotch. "Ahhmmpphhh...mmmphh!" The redhead soon began to protest, finding herself struggling for breath.

As Blaise began to grind his hips into her she was pressed tighter against his now rather apparent bulge. Erin's face quickly flushed a dark red which she would have been quick to attribute to the lack of air. However truth be told she couldn't remember ever being in a more embarrassing position during a match. Letting out a slight whimper she would tilt her head up, only her eyes visible looking up at him as he continued to have his fun.

Erin wasn't calling it quits yet though. Despite a growing urge to just tap out right there, the redhead would bring her hands to Baise's hips and try to shove him aside before the situation became more dire.

[CyanDimitrik]

Alright, so yes. Blaise was having fun. He'd never done something like this before, and it felt incredible to get one over on Erin in the ring. Not to mention, she has a pretty face. Feeling every feature against him through the material of his trunks-

A whimper!

Blaise tilts his head to look down at her while leaning back, locking eyes with her. Her big, pretty, frightened and perhaps hurt eyes. No, that didn't feel so good. He didn't want her to look at him like that. Not like this.

The grinding stops just as she's reaching for his hips to shove them aside. And as such, he's easily dismounted, falling to the side with an awkward, somewhat tangled sprawl!