L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Blaise couldn't help but grin when she yelped. She's obviously a tough gal. More muscled and fit than a lot of guys he knew, in fact. But he keeps from laughing, at least! Spare the girl that much of her dignity.

When she gets to her knees and lashes out at him, he responds with a surprised noise and reciprocates! His arms hook the Italian's waist and pull, attempting to clench her into a kneeling, albeit somewhat awkward, bearhug. Practically face to face with her, he pulls back in hopes of drawing her to her feet with him. Of course, if she pushed on him, he'd be all out of luck and wind up toppled. But this isn't really a match of strategy, is it?

Diana's efforts to grapple against her foe were somewhat considerably less serious than if it was an official match before her, but the Italian's fingers still locked the same. Pulling the top half of her foe, Diana would grunt as her foe opted for a considerably lower, and somewhat tighter grip.

Only tutting now as she released her hold, Diana opted to lean back with her upper frame; inadvertently giving Blaise something of a great view of her firm chest if he were to look down, as she again opted for a somewhat half-hearted attempt at freedom.

Now standing with Diana's waist crushed tight in his arms, Blaise grinds the girl's abs into his own with the bearhug. She struggles - albeit halfheartedly - and he tries to not take full advantage of the view she's presenting him. It's a challenge of a different kind, but he's trying!

"So..," he says as he leans back as well, simply to put more pressure against her gut with his. "..you prefer.. being submitted..," the streamlined muscle of his arms flex as he tightens a little more on her, "..or pinned?" A little trashtalk could be fun. He isn't in this position too often!

Even as the move itself somewhat switches from firm embrace to an outright crushing bearhug, Diana's smile stays glued. Hands to her foes shoulders, Diana ups the force as Blaise does the same; with her figure compressing slightly in his toned arms.

"You tell me...how you want to end up in the sand...?" Forcing a leg in between her males foes own, Diana slides the other around his thigh in an effort to gain superiority stability wise. If either was to suddenly move now, the Italian was somewhat confident she could shift it in her favour.

"Pin," replies Blaise, deliberately quick on the draw. "Oh, I mean, you. You getting pinned. Though makin' a tough girl like you beg could be fun, too," he drawls, giving her a coy look.

And, indeed, he attempts to suddenly twist to yank Diana up and to the side in a belly-to-belly suplex! Only her leg placement may throw a wrench into the mechanics!

Blaise's coy smile did not go un-returned, as Diana's face gave similar back with a wink to boot. Keen to prove she was no beach-side jobber however, when her male foe opted to try and drive the Italian into the dirt, the raven haired prizefighter chose otherwise. Bending as Blaise tried to twist, Diana would pull her legs, hip and rear back with her foe mid-motion; using what grip she could in the restraining waist lock to put her hands upon his hips, and turn the motion into something of a judo throw!

It's a brief tangle of limbs as Blaise finds himself rolled over Diana's hip! "Waugh!" Up-ended and tumbling, the young grappler finds himself landing flat on his back to the tune of a *pluff* of sand. Dazed and generally not motivated to give this 'match' his all, he lies there and blinks at her, open to whatever she intended to follow with!

Diana was far from skilled, or even officially trained for that matter in judo, but years in the ring had taught her how the body worked; how it bent; and how to throw it. Leverage was something she was used to using greatly in her favour, which combined with her speed and power, made her the danger she was. She certainly had no intention of legitimately hurting Blaise, but even when playing casual, Diana still played tough.

Landing atop her foe, Diana quickly asserted her own control; hands pinning his into the sand, as her figure played blanket atop of the males. Her legs were straddling; weakly holding the ground on purpose, for she simply wanted to try and humiliate Blaise's male ego, pinning him with nothing but her arms and torso!

Having a barely-clothed female lying atop him is hardly, hardly damaging Blaise's ego. He'd lie and say it was, if that made Diana happy, but no. The only thing he's thinking about right now is the sensation of her muscled belly pressing into his abs, her breasts pressing into his toned pecs, and her hips possibly hovering just a little over his.

He puts in some token struggling, trying to pull his left arm up and abandoning that quickly to let her re-assert her dominance. His right arm tries the same. Lastly, his hips push up against hers, testing her balance there. All the while, heated breaths beat against her lips, his eyes glued to hers. "Nnh."

It was difficult to say who in terms of pure power had the advantage in the erotic encounter in the sand; and in truth, Diana had no intention of finding out. Sure, testing her fighting ability was a favourite past time of hers, but rarely did she care for singular attributes such as who could hit or push harder. Hooking her right leg around Blaise's own, Diana would somewhat play dirty in the addition of such; now able to push her torso down a great deal firmer, straining her arms as she kept her male opponents in control.

"Enjoying yourself..?" She'd wink, her great good looks dangling just an inch from Blaise's own increasingly sweaty mug.