Blaise Cameron vs. Aaliyah Jackson - Best 2 of 3 Falls

[BlackAkuma]

Aaliyah had pinned enough people to get a good sense of when they had a chance to kickout of a pin - their bodies had a certain energy to it, the way they breathed, and their eyes were almost always open. She saw none of those telltale signs in Blaise, and while she suspected he would get his energy back in short order, that was going to take a lot longer than three seconds. She had this.

”3…!”

The crowd gave her a solid cheer as she sat up to her knees and pumped her fist, more than satisfied with how things were going so far. She reached over to give him a quick pat on the chest. His admittedly tight, muscular chest. ”Better luck next time, handsome.”

[CyanDimitrik]

Indeed, Blaise was out for this stretch of time. She might've had a good run for the money on pinning him for a solid ten seconds after that hit. But regardless, he perch leaning against his chest would go uninterrupted and undisturbed, save for the rise and fall of his breathing. And once the referee's hand strikes the mat that third time, she waves it in the air.

*DING*

The first point goes to Aaliyah Jackson via pinfall!

The pat of her hand against his chest earns a soft groan from Blaise. First his head turns, his eyes squeezing shut a moment. Then they open, first noting Aaliyah's smiling face. A few blinks to try to clear his head, and... he smirks up at her. "What..? Next time?," he asks, voice raised just high enough to be heard above the crowd. "You mean.. like.. right now?"

Elbows tucking against the mat, he pushes himself to sit up, then tilts enough towards her to nudge his shoulder against her chest. "Good hit, hotstuff."

[BlackAkuma]

”Eh, I know what I said.”

Really, she had just meant the next fall, but she was willing to go beyond that and claim the entire match without much pushing. True, she still needed to get another fall, but she was confident she could make that happen. She’d had Blaise’s number the first time around, she could go for a repeat. Easy.

She cocked her eyebrow at him with a knowing smirk as he bumped his shoulder against her chest. ”Plenty more where that came from. Enough to take you down one more time.” She threw herself back onto her shoulders, kicked her legs up, and rose to her feet in a single fluid motion, deftly coming down on her feet. After a short hop, she was back in the center of the ring, hands on her knees as she bent down and leaned forward.

She curled a finger his way, beckoning him on. ”Prove me wrong.”