Blaise Cameron vs Makie Akamatsu

[Underdoggo]

If this had been any other match, Makie knew, she would have lost by now. This, at least, was the thought running through her head as she lay flat on her back, leg hooked back by Blaise for a neat pinfall. A part of her wanted to just stop fighting and let the match end here and now: her whole body was hurting, especially her midsection where she had endured many of Blaise's slams and attacks, and she felt too weary to fight on. Plus, if she was honest, the feeling of Blaise's chiseled abs pressing down against her like this wasn't so bad.

...seven...eight...."

No, the idiotic, defiant part of her brain decided, fuck that.

With a wordless cry, Makie twisted her body sharply under Blaise, narrowly getting a shoulder up. Her chest rose and fell from the effort, but the crowd was on the edge of their seats now. Somehow, this slim Japanese girl was still in the fight and was refusing to be defeated!

[CyanDimitrik]

Tension builds with each passing second. And that referee just had to be milking the moment of anticipation, with the audience already going wild. The two had been clashing so hard and with such pounding force, both were clearly through the wringer. But Blaise rested across the battered body of his rival, holding her limp leg in the air in dominant fashion. The cameras were just devouring the moment.

For Blaise's part, he's of two minds. He badly wants this. A match like this really makes a statement between two competitors, and Makie was really taking it to him unrelentingly. He had to force those openings and really drill her for this moment. So he's incredibly eager to hear that ten-count. But at the same time, he's getting plenty of time to appreciate the girl lying beneath him; the way her skin feels against his, how her abdominal tone presses into his own, sweat mixing with sweat, squeezing her captive thigh. She has a pretty face, and as he's considered a few times through the match, her spirit is quite attractive. So does he really mind the referee making it such a dramatic moment?

No. Who knows if he'll ever have the chance to appreciate this position with her again?

The referee's hand raises, ready to strike the ninth count. And suddenly, Makie twists over! Her waist rubs in against him, leaving Blaise leaned awkwardly over her ribs.

"No fall! Shoulder up! Eight-count!," shouts the referee.

Blaise remains resting across Makie's waist, blinking dully. She still bucked free? After the pounding he's given her? He's not exactly taken it easy on her! And all he can conclude is she wants it just as much as him. Refusing to give in until she's given her everything. Instinctually refusing to be pinned before leaving it all on the mat. God, she's attractive.

Blaise twists over on her, mounting her hip briefly as he roots his arms around her stomach and ribs. Pulling, he attempts to drag her battered body up to her full height with him, each panting, labored breath beating warmly against her shoulder.

"You're kind'a incredible.. you know that?," he asks between pants as he tries to stabilize them together.

[Underdoggo]

It felt like moving a brick wall that had collapsed down on her; Blaise was pressing his full weight down against her, his sweaty abs practically grinding against hers, adding to the soreness that lingered from the repeated impacts. Truth to be told, the sensation was as alluring as it was painful-- Blaise had a nice body after all, and Makie would be lying if she said that the feeling of Blaise's sweaty, half-naked body pressed down against hers didn't send an erotic shiver up her spine. But she had a match to win...somehow...and her inner core of sheer, bloody-minded determination won out. With a ragged gasp, she managed to twist to the side, just enough to break the pin!

"Kah...gaff..." She was unable to respond to Blaise's remark, as she was too busy purging her lungs after the sheer effort of getting that shoulder up. She was soaked with sweat herself, her outfit practically clinging to her body as Blaise wrapped his arms around her midsection. For a moment, she was being dragged up with him, panting against his shoulder, feeling him do the same against her as he practically hugged her, gently lifting her up.

With a growl of pain and frustration, Makie reached to grab the back of Blaise's head, as though for an intimate embrace...before shifting her weight suddenly, allowing herself to drop down, hoping to yank Blaise's forehead down into her shoulder for a stunner!

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise didn't really expect a verbal reply from Makie - she sounded a bit like a fish out of water already, and he couldn't blame her. He may not be as heavy as some other dudes, but his full bodyweight had just come crashing down across her midsection. She's probably reeling. Which means what he's about to do, he's positive will be the final nail in the proverbial coffin.

Feeling her arms reach up to hook behind his head, his arms instinctively slide further around her waist in embrace. He knows he has to finish her off, but her warm, slick body fits against his like a perfect puzzle piece at every corner, and feeling her shift around in his arms only emphasizes the points of bare skin contact. It's a bit distracting, safe to say.

The sudden drop certainly brings him back to the present. And the sudden stop with his chin colliding with her shoulder takes him right back out of it. He whips back in recoil, mind blanked in an instant. He rocks on his heels, arms waving aimlessly for a second before his balance goes. Blaise teeters backwards, toppling at last to land with a heavy THUMP against the mat, lying splayed out on his back with eyes shut.

[Underdoggo]

Makie felt Blaise's head collide with her shoulder, and then he was down, collapsed onto his back, barely conscious. Dropping to her butt; Makie took a few valuable seconds to pant for breath; her skin shone with sweat, perspiration dripping down from strands of her dark hair as she caught her breath. Damn it all, this match had been taking an incredible toll on her: Blaise was a powerful and relentless opponent who knew just how to wear her down. She had to end this bout, and fast.

Pushing herself, gingerly and painfully, to her feet, Makie hobbled over towards the ropes and began to climb up to the topmost rope, struggling to retain her balance all the while. Huffing, she would finally make it up to the top; raising a fist to the crowd to signal that she was going for a big move, Makie would press her boots off the top rope and launch herself off, aiming to come down on Blaise with a moonsault to slam him even further against the mat!

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise's body is demanding he remain down, that he rest and recuperate from the impact he just took. Flinging an athletic body around is hard work. Gymnastically springing off ropes, fighting, it's a full-body workout. Add onto that the punishing damage, the aches in his muscles, the strain he's experienced, it all compounds to his body refusing to budge. The new jarring in his head and ache in his jaw simply adds to it.

In his mind, he knows he needs to move. He knows he needs to roll over and get out of the way. But he can't. His arms refuse to lift. His legs refuse to do more than shift along the mat. His eyes rest closed, lips parted, every heavy pant causing his glistening chest and abdominals to rise and fall dramatically. So out of it he is that he has no idea what she's doing. He has no concept of how much time has passed. It only ends with the very sudden and tremendous pressure of her body slamming onto his.

Makie's stomach impacts across Blaise's, causing him to reactively curl around her waist! But he soon drops flat under her again, expression pained. Everything is as it was, with the added punishment of his abs feeling devastated. The sensation of her heated, sweat-slickened stomach against his can't be ignored; both for the dull awareness that she's in the pinning position over him, and for the increasingly alluring feel of her body against his. Something about the increasing desperation between them urging them to fight on to conquer one another is so deeply savage, primal, an urge to come out on top - it's become euphoric to be on the receiving end, to feel her passion. Even though he wants this on a deep level, right down to his core, the more they fight, the more he's realizing he wants this girl.

[Underdoggo]

THWACK!

That was the sound of Makie's damp body colliding against Blaise's, a slap of naked flesh on flesh as Makie collided hard with her prone male opponent. For a moment, lying squarely across Blaise's heaving chest, Makie allowed herself a few seconds to catch her breath, to lie against the soft rise and fall of her foe's firm, sweat soaked midsection...to just appreciate a painless moment of respite. Admittedly, she felt more than a little lost at the sensation of Blaise's body closely pressed underneath hers.

That moment didn't last long, though, Makie had a match to win, and couldn't afford to pause. WIth heavy breaths, she hooked one of Blaise's legs, initiating a countdown. Hooking one of Blaise's legs, Makie scrunched down, her head resting against the side of his chest as she wrapped the big guy up for a pinfall.

The ref began the countdown. "ONE...TWO...THREE...."

[CyanDimitrik]

The only thing Blaise seems capable of doing in this moment is lying beneath Makie, feeling her rest over him. The warmth of her skin, the feel of her breathing, her heart pounding sending small reverberations through him. One hand comes to rest behind her near thigh, and as she cinches her body against his and hooks his leg to officially begin the pinfall, the other hand comes to rest against the nest of her black hair.

He knows he needs to kick out, but the struggle is two-fold. First, his body is beaten, the strength waning in him. Every movement requires so much more effort, and the prospect of having to lift her weight from him makes no sense to his tired muscles. The second is just how inviting her body is resting against his; feeling her tuck herself against him, her hand exploring him, feeling her face against his chest, every breath pushing his body up against hers.

The referee slaps the mat for the three-count. That would've been it, had this been a normal match. But as it's been stressing on his mind in the past few moments, it's anything but - this count is for complete domination, one conquering the other. And at the moment, that conqueror appears to be Makie laying claim over his battered body. And the cameras are getting a feast of that visual as the referee continues to slap the count, each strike sending a short tremor through the mat.

"Four... five... six...!"

[Underdoggo]

She was doing it. The thought sent a tremor of excitement running through Makie's body. She was actually doing it: the count had just gone past five. She was mere seconds away from winning this. After all of the brutal punishment that Blaise had put her through, and after all that she had persevered, she was actually on the verge of scoring a win here tonight. Against a male opponent, no less, in a ten count match, in her second appearance on LAW. The excitement was almost overwhelming.

She leaned a little closer to Blaise's ear. "Stay down," she whispered, her leaning causing her chest to mash even further against Blaise's pectorals. The close contact between them was intoxicating, and a part of her wanted to just lay down completely and enjoy the feeling of Blaise's sweaty warmth under her. She could certainly do with an excuse not to move after the brutal match the two had just had.

"...seven...eight...."

[CyanDimitrik]

There was something so deeply inviting about the warmth of Makie's body over his, the way she's clinging to him tiredly. As she leans into him tighter, the feeling only intensifies; her breasts mashed into his firmly defined pectorals, feeling her heart racing against him all the more distinctly. The feel of her breath against his ear, hearing her whisper - oh, he'd love to satisfy that desire. Both the spoken one, and the unspoken one stoked in intensity the longer they remain together. Almost in response, an arm shifts to set a hand against her sweat-slickened waist, fingers curling.

The referee slaps the mat again. "Nine...!"

She raises her hand again.

"AAGH!" Blaise suddenly bucks his hips, the leg kicking free of her grip. His body twists dramatically against Makie, pressing himself harder into her to raise a shoulder off the mat. He freezes there, pooling his energy just to break the pin in defiance. As much as he wants her, he needs the match. He can't leave anything on the table. This opportunity means too much to give it anything less than his absolute best; a tenant he's held since the before times, before when he was such a loser. Even then, he'd make the opponent work for it. To push him to the breaking point.

Bodily pressed into Makie, Blaise lifts his head, neck to neck with her. "Didn't.. say please..," he quips breathlessly back to her, quiet.