[Standard Match] Elena Walker Vs. Blaise Cameron - Good Vibes All the Way....Or is It?

[Hitman45]

The consequences of getting hit on the cranium always vary. Sometimes, you can just get right up without missing a beat and get back to work, with the effects creeping up gradually later. And other times, you're not so fortunate, like Elena currently is.

Muffled notes and droning noises petulantly rang inside Elena's ears. Her vision was a mosaic of bright whites, yellows and other pretty colours of the rainbow. Every time she blinked, which felt like a painstaking effort in itself, a different pattern of colours seemed to flood her line of sight. And add to that the nagging ache centred around the anterior of her skull, and you've got a woman who was feeling more or less disabled for the moment, incapable of forming even a thought!

Blaise was literally carrying dead weight while trying to pull her back onto her feet. The blonde rose, knees trembling and head whirling about in a haze. If Blaise let her go right now, she would crumble to the mat like a sack of potatoes!

Her hand lay limp by her side when the athletic man cinched a firm Front Guillotine Choke, and soon she felt her waistband being grabbed and yanked up which saw her world literally turn upside down!

"Awwoogh...." Elena was too rattled and out of it to wiggle out like the last time. She flailed her legs about to show a spark of resistance, but that was it. A spark. The whole setup felt like a deja vu to her dazed, subdued self, but instead of her finding a way out of it and having the last word, the blonde ate the ring-shattering slam this time around, the reverberations of which tickled the spines of the first row fanatics!

"HHHghhhhh....."

The partially conscious blonde could swear she had lost complete consciousness for a while there. She had bounced off the mat lightly from the impact and immediately felt considerable weight splash over her sweat-slick belly, which saw her get trapped under her opponent.

"ONE!!!"

Elena lay there, limbs sprawled like a corpse, a surge of intense agony radiating outward from her spine and head that wasn't perceptible to her kisser, owing to her features appearing lifeless at present....

"TWO!!!"

Movements returned to the fingertips and feet, which twitched almost imperceptibly to the casual viewer. Eyes parted open just a slit to catch the rays of black, white, blue and all the other colours of the spectrum available. Elena could slowly sense and decipher her surroundings. Her legs cranked back, and feeling warm and moist flesh that was foreign to her. The referee was counting numbers, which she could still only hear as a scrambled, slow-motion audio.

She was in big trouble!

"TH—"

Elena's left arm shot up just in time to cut off the contact between the shoulder and the mat, to narrowly avoid the pinfall! She flopped back again, all the aches and throbs surfacing now that she was awake and aware. Elena wasn't out of the wodds yet....

[CyanDimitrik]

After the punishment he'd already endured, Blaise was fully ready to put her down for the full three-count. There are zero regrets over the roughness with which he's handling her. She'd earned it. And that wasn't a bad mark on her. She was tough, she was going toe-to-toe with him, and she was proving he needed to give her full heat if she was going to stay down.

So here they are. Elena, lying flat on her back with the shoulders pinned securely to the mat. Blaise lies across her muscled belly, his own abs pressing tight against her. His right arm hooked back, keeping her leg aloft in the air against his side. He couldn't help but enjoy the position a bit, with how much she'd targeted his midsection tonight. She liked his abs so much, she could feel them the entire time she's being pinned in direct contact with her own.

He nods firmly with each slap of the hand upon the mat.

The first count was a given. She wasn't kicking out of that.

The second count, his body arches in to press himself more firmly against her core. It's almost over, and he can make sure she's alright afterwards.

The third count, and-- she twists her shoulder up off the mat!

Blaise is forced into a slight tilt, now resting more against her waist, one arm tangled with her thigh, the other bracing on the mat.

"No fall! Only a two-count!," calls the referee-girl.

Blaise was surprised, certainly. But he didn't even take a second to process this. He had to stay on her, give her no chance to recuperate. And he'd make her regret not lying down and accepting the pin.

He hurriedly detangles his arm from her leg to lift onto his knees, repositioning himself behind her. His arms hook beneath her shoulders to hoist her up, then shove her forward onto her knees. Grabbing her right arm, he pulls it behind his neck. His left arm wraps around her neck, his bicep secure under her chin. Finally, he arches her body back, arching her painfully over his upturned knee in a dragon sleeper.

But that wouldn't be enough for him. Not at this stage in the match, not when he's trying to seal the deal with her. With Elena's body arched back and strained, Blaise's right hand sets to her waist. The palm courses over her smooth, invitingly defenseless skin, fingertips first brushing over the lines and grooves of her abdominal tone, soon joined with the palm. His fingertips isolate around her lower and middle abdominal muscles, and he suddenly clamps, adding a stomach claw to the submission hold!

The Sizzle Reel is locked in!

[Hitman45]

So, Elena was back in the fight, making it out of the count by the skin of her teeth. Her body had endured a staggering amount of punishment from the past few exchanges, the skull and spine especially bearing the brunt of Blaise's wrath. The blonde was certainly out of it from the way her lifeless form lay out throughout the first two counts, and only out of sheer desperation was she able to force her motor controls to work just enough to avoid the final slap against the mat!

She could be forgiven for hoping that scraping through the narrow pin count was going to earn her a reprieve. After all, her opponent was also worn out, tired, and forced to expend a considerable amount of energy to hoist the curvy blonde, not to mention the effort to keep her suspended in the air, inverted, before slamming Elena onto the mat with enough force to send a shiver down the spine of the people in the vicinity, even behind the barricades! Add to that their sweating, heaving bodies, sore and worked-over abs pressed against each other when the athletic man lay across for the pin, and the whole atmosphere was a cauldron of heat and heavy tension trying to hold both of them back. But Blaise was one determined individual, looking to keep pushing on. He could have caught his breath and got back to work again, but instead immediately proceeded forward with what he had in mind.

"Urfff....Gaaahh!" A gasp, out of pure reflex, sputtered out of Elena's mouth upon her body being rearranged into a very uncomfortable kneeling position, heels of the feet poking her shapely rear. Pangs of shock coursed through the vertebral column, and that only amplified tenfold when her opponent sadistically arched her torso backwards to trap it with his arm, and compounding her woes, Blaise's bony knee pressed hard into her throbbing spine!

But the cherry on the cake, the piece de resistance of this elaborate, agonising hold was the right hand fondling and fidgeting with the supple flesh of her slick, sore belly to finally claw into it, akin to the pincer of a crab cinched tight over its snack!

"Arrrghhhh!!!" The influx of white-hot agony from all sides was almost too much for Elena to handle.

Her lips parted to shriek, but the grasp around her throat and the position her body was currently in dampened her voice, one of pure distress. Her arms flailed about, desperate and frenzied, trying to pull Blaise's clawed hand away, and when that felt futile, she sought to separate his arm snug around her neck.

Both of these brutal, cruel holds were too firm to get out of, and Elena was sure her belly was going to be left with a few crescent-esque souvenirs over the expanse where Blaise's claw was currently feasting. She was going to have to endure these torturous moments, with each of them stretched to an eternity, and accompanied by the cries and screams of her body begging for relief. If Blaise were to keep on this two-pronged attack for long, the blonde would find herself in deep, deeeeep trouble!

[CyanDimitrik]

It's so unbelievably satisfying, wrestling with someone and getting them into a submission hold. He's always enjoyed it. Even before, when he was an invariable loser. Something about restraining an opponent, trapping them in something and slowly torturing their body; feeling them struggle, writhe, their limbs flailing. The way they breathe in shudders, tight and desperate. The look on their face, the frantic energy. He's never made someone tap out before, but this might be his night. This, with his new signature move, focusing heavily on areas he's worked through their bout. He feels her stomach press and pulse against his hand with each breath, and every time she inhales, he rewards the motion with a press of his palm over her navel and the fingers squeezing into the defined ridges of her feminine abdominals. The arm snug under her chin flexes, the bicep biting into her throat.

The grapplers remain locked together in this contest of wills, more apparent with each passing second that she doesn't give in. Elena isn't a lightweight girl, easily manhandled. When she struggles, he can feel it. His muscles groan and burn in response, keeping her athletic body tamed is a matter of endurance.

Soon, the pressure eases - just a little. Though she's held in the position, the flex of his arm lightens enough to let her breathe. The press of his fingers into her stomach relaxes until his hand simply rests over her taut belly. The angle she's held in wouldn't be anything approaching pleasant, but at least it isn't an active, aggressive torture for a moment.

"You can't have much left..," he says, tilting his head to try to look towards her face from this awkward angle. "You ready to submit yet, babe?"

The arm tightens on her throat again, the fingers finding new angles to clench onto her abs for a bursting twelve seconds of unadulterated bodily torture before easing again.

"Wrestling with you's been incredible," he adds. "But I really.. really want this win tonight."

The hand brushes lightly over her stomach. It's unnecessary, from a strictly professional perspective, making it purely personal and appreciative of her body. Given the tone of their match in its earlier stages, and with this much excessive and aggressive body contact, he feels no reason to not let her know there's an attraction there.

"Ready for me to finish it?"

[Hitman45]

An absolute war of attrition had been waged up until this point. Both the wrestlers were shattered, both physically from the beating each of them received from the other, and mentally from forcing themselves to stay responsive and competitive despite the said beating. This gruelling battle had ebbed and flowed to reach a critical juncture right now, and every choice that either of them makes from now on was going to have a huge say in the outcome, probably even determine it!

"Ahgnnn....Mmghh...." Elena's frantic efforts to get out of Blaise's torturous shackles had long since ceased, reduced to merely tugging at his flexing bicep wrapped firm around her throat, making it difficult for her to even take oxygen in, while the other arm simply existed, more like a caress than a clench. The blonde's nervous system was reflexively able to act, but the muscles were too fatigued to actually do something about her predicament.

Just when it looked like Elena would fade, the burn around her belly where the claw had been cinched, and even squeezing harder every time the stomach contracted to inhale, would slacken, just enough to stay alive still. The blonde was able to breathe a bit more freely now.

But only for a short while.

Blaise again went to work on the reddened, marked stomach, digging his digits into the supple skin, the muscles beneath giving in way too easily — a consequence of taking the lion's share of punishment across the region. All Elena could muster was a feeble, broken groan; her teeth found themselves digging into Blaise's arm, not like biting a chunk off his flesh, but more like a gentle clinch over the bicep from the constriction around her distress-laden visage.

Twelve seconds, more like Twelve Hundred. Elena was sure that had the arm not wrapped tight around her throat, she would've lost her voice from the guttural shrieks that had been suppressed inside her!

And to add salt to her wounds, Blaise's teasing proclamations about his surefire victory only made her want to get out of this torment even more, and for that she had to fight back, somehow. Else, this was it — Blaise would walk away with the bragging rights, and despite finding his cheesy grin and smooth way with words cute, and admittedly feeling a spark between them, the blonde wasn't going to let him get away with this still.

She shut her eyes and let the pain from the abdominal claw and his knee stabbing in her spine consume her. A fresh wave of agony washed over her, but she balled her fists until her knuckles turned white. This was the moment she had to strike. The athletic hunk wouldn't expect her to hit back at this point, probably of the thought that he had managed to squeeze and claw the fight out of Elena.

"Mmmphh...!" A fist would come swinging from the corner of Blaise's eye, aimed at his jaw, then another from the other side, then another, then another, from the extreme ends of his line of sight, until he would have to release her from his clutches!

[CyanDimitrik]

The feel of her abdominal muscles giving more easily under pressure is as clear a sign as he could ask for; Elena's ready to be finished. Her core muscles are beaten and broken down. He can appreciate his handiwork on a trapped and helpless victim for a moment as he brushes along the smooth, trembling pane of abdominal expanse. Her teeth bearing into his arm is a new one, unique, but not entirely unexpected in a tense grappling session. Things go places. Mouths find limbs. She isn't biting down, so he feels no reason to complain to a referee.

Ultimately, however, it's time to finish the blonde off. And maybe he won't make it like this. Maybe he'll give her a better sendoff, something focusing on that stomach he's deconstructed. But first thing's first - he needs to get her on her feet, and then in a position to not resist him at all anymore.

A fist swings in, catching him by surprise at the corner of the eye. "Mnf!" Then another, and another! They're haphazard at this angle, taking away the largest amount of force, but he can tell when someone's fighting back with everything left in them! And it only reinforces that he needs to end this a different way!

"Alright, alright! No tapping out for you!," he shouts between awkward blows.

Pushing off with a leg and maintaining the hold for a moment more, Blaise raises with Elena - only to suddenly drop back down to collide her spine along his upturned knee in an improvised backbreaker before releasing her to the mat.