Erin vs Blaise PoW Match

[Noob]

Looking up at her opponent she would briefly lock eyes with Blaise who seemed to be enjoying the moment. It was perhaps a bit easier than Erin expected for her to toss Blaise to the side. Whether that was due to him being distracted, feeling bad, or he was just plain weak she didn't want to know. All she knew is that she finally had room to breath again and would take a few deep breaths. She looked back at Blaise with a scowl. "You...I...I can't believe you...ugh!" The redhead huffed indignantly as she pulled herself up and out of the corner. She knew it was all fair play in this match but that didn't mean that she had to like it.

Finally Erin was ready for a counter attack. With Blaise having taken an awkward tumble, she was ready to pounce. Hopping forward she would try to slam her knee right down against her opponent's gut, hopefully driving the air right out of him in the process and setting him up for some nice revenge.

[CyanDimitrik]

Her indignance gets a sputter in defense, his eyes wide and a little apologetic. But before he can manage to get any coherent words out, Erin has dove at him. His arms shoot up to try to catch her, but she's coming in too low!

Her knee impacts his abs, causing him to fold up around her! "Pffoough!"

The raised arms spasm, then move to her leg, desperately pawing to try to remove it from his torso.

[Noob]

The redhead landed a solid hit as was apparent by Blaise's reaction. Quickly the woman would straddle her opponent before looking down at him. "if ya wanna play like that...fine." She commented, a bit more calmly now. She would soon scoot forward before trying to grab Blaise by the back of the head and pull his head right between her legs. She wanted to trap him in a tight headscissors, soon pressing his face against her hips as she squeezed tightly. While Erin wasn't usually one to have a hold like this in her arsenal, her recent training had given her a new appreciation for moves like these.

With her thighs pressing against Blaise's cheeks, Erin would smile as she looked down at him. She would soon pull him even closer against her before taunting him. "There! Now how do YOU like it huh?" She said with a smug grin. That lasted for but a moment though before she just glanced away. "Ya know what. Don't answer that...not that ya can."

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise gives an unintelligible groan in response to her at first, struggling to suppress the ache in his abdomen. When she grabs his head, his eyes widen. She scoots in closer, and he immediately knows what's up.

"Aahhhmmph!"

Faceful of Erin.

His hands immediately set to her waist, face turning and shifting to try to breathe a little easier. The side-effect is, of course, a deep and heavy grind against her hips, through the thin fabric of her bikini. As she presses him in, his fingers dig into her waist in reaction. And rather than pull back, he tries to hold his breath and press harder to turn this around on her, grinding a hard nuzzle between her thighs.

[Noob]

While Erin might have thought she was mighty clever it soon became apparent that her plan was not nearly as good as she thought. With Blaise's face grinding against her, the redhead let out a sharp gasp. As seemed to be common for this match her face was once again turning red. Her legs would suddenly constrict around her opponent as she bit her lip to prevent any other sounds from escaping. "St...stay still." Erin commanded even though she knew that wouldn't work in the slightest.

Soon Blaise was purposefully going at it, rubbing his face between her thighs. She would begin squirming, her hips swaying from side to side as she attempted to reposition herself. Try as she might Erin couldn't fight against that though. Or she could but the redhead wasn't willing to put on that kind of a show for the crowd. Instead she would quickly release her grip on the other wrestler and swiftly roll to the side. "S...since when do you fight dirty huh?" She whined before following up with a quick jab to Blaise's chest.

[CyanDimitrik]

She chose to do this! This time, Blaise feels no remorse! It's her own fault, after all! So even when she protests, Blaise doesn't relent in the nuzzling torture, attempting to work the redhead into a breathless frenzy. The more he can have her distracted, the better! In fact, this appears to be getting him out of a difficult situation!

Erin jerks into a roll to the side, and Blaise takes a quick breath of unimpeded air. Turning towards the girl, he's met with a stiff jab to the chest. With a grunt, he rolls in the other direction - right under the bottom ropes! Still perched on the edge of the ring, he grabs onto the middle rope to pull himself up to a vertical base.

"Tonight's the night you're going down!," he calls back to the Irish lass. "And thanks to the win conditions, maybe more ways than one~!"

Oh, he's definitely trying to screw with her. An impish smile is on his face and everything.

[Noob]

Erin's face was already flushed bright red and the continued nuzzling didn't quite help. She was plenty glad to get a bit of pay back by hitting Blaise right in the gut. He sure deserved it. The redhead huffed and slowly pushed herself back up before meeting the gaze of her opponent. She was a bit puzzled to see him retreating under the ropes though. Surely he couldn't be planning anything super flashy while she was looking right at him and more than ready for it.

It seemed Blaise's goal was just to taunt Erin though. "Pfff..." She rolled her eyes at his first comment. "You w...heyyy!" She started to call back before hearing his second comment. "Wipe that smile off your face ya idiot!" The woman yelled. Whatever he was insinuating did not sit well with the redhead. "I swear to god Blaise you're only making the ass kicking you're gonna get worse!" She shot back at him before charging forward. If he wasn't going to, then she'd knock that smile right off of him by slamming him right off of the ropes and out of the ring.

[CyanDimitrik]

It was so uniquely satisfying, getting under her skin like this! And he doesn't even have to feel bad about it! He'd gotten digs at her before, when they were starting to get to know each other. But he felt like he'd gone overboard there. Here? She's free game.

And here she comes, all a-tizzy, blushing horribly. Perfect.

She gets close enough to swing, but there's nobody home! Blaise dips low and thrusts his shoulder between the top and middle ropes, aiming to ram into her stomach and stun her! From there, the teen leaps up, landing his boots upon the top rope. The cord stretches and propels him forward at her, hoping to catch the Irish girl around the neck! Depending on which way she's facing, he'll either be slamming the back of her head against the mat, or the front in a springboard facebuster!

Unless things go horribly wrong.

[Noob]

After all the times it has backfired one would have thought that Erin learned her lesson about just charging in. While she might have become a bit more wary though the flustered redhead wasn't exactly using her head as much ass she should this match. Instead she charged forward only for Blaise to drive his shoulder right into her stomach. The redhead coughed and struggled to catch her breath. "Nnnng fuck!" She groaned, soon doubling over and hanging on to the ropes to brace herself.

Before she knew what hit her Blaise had hopped onto the ropes and then onto her. He caught her right around the neck and would slam Erin right down onto the mat, the back of her head hitting the ground hard. The redhead groaned and would sprawl out on the ground. Opening her eyes after the fall, Erin was sure she was seeing stars. Clearly worse for the wear she would just let her chest slowly rise and fall as she tried to catch her breath and get back into things.

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise lands and immediately sits up to look out at the audience, nodding. He's rather proud of that setup! But looking at the dazed Erin, it's very tempting to lie over her for another pin attempt. But he knows she's not down enough for that yet. Maybe a legit three-count. But not a full ten.

Blaise sets a hand to her stomach, running his palm along to her waist. His other hand sets behind her neck. Both pull, attempting to guide the girl up to her bare feet again, facing him. Without hesitating, both arms lash around her waist. He leans his toned frame into her, chest mashing her breasts. His arms clench around her, and he arches his back to pull her a little off her feet, aligning her body against his in a completely even bearhug. His face hovers inches from hers, blue eyes locked to her greens, his heart beating hard against her breast.