Emilia Hawthorne vs Blaise Cameron

Emilia could feel the flexibility of her for as she boldly wrenched the linchpins of Blaise's legs. His brief plea of protest was adorably pathetic. "Beckoning me and asking me to stop?" She said with false sweetness, before her tone became darker. "Silly boy...in this match, you follow my orders!" To drive this point into him, she yanked even harder to augment his already harrowing pain. His movement to the ropes went unnoticed by her, too engrossed in causing him agony.

It's a good thing Blaise threw in those extra twists and stretches before stepping out. Had he not, he may be feeling more than a series of pops sounding off along his vertebrae. "AAAGH! His progress across the mat is halted momentarily when she yards on his legs. He feels himself pulled practically upside-down, face wrenched into a grimace, and hands clenched into fists.

With his body screaming in pain, Blaise forces his eyes open again to lock onto the ropes. They're so close. So close! He sets his left forearm in front of the right. Then the right in front of the left. With the girl twisting his body into a scorpion-tail (a point of irony lost on him at the moment), the determined teen begins army-crawling. At last, he reaches a hand out and grasps the bottom rope!

"Leggo! Leggo!"

The referee girl spots the contact and begins waving to Emi, demanding she release her prisoner.

His pleas to her were marvelous, and she took a moment to revel in them with an elated smile as she pressed down harshly on Blaise's back, causing him a final bit of strain. Well, final for this move at least, because she had many, many more lined up for him. As the referee waved at her to signal she release him, Emi held the move for just a couple of seconds more before she relinquished the hold, letting Blaise's sleek (but also firm and sinewy legs) flop down upon the mat. She leisurely rose off the male wrestler's back and turned around to stare down at him with that oh so sweet, but oh so dangerous smirk of hers.

"I should tell you before we continue that I actually didn't reveal my proper name to you." The girl says. She was of average height but the dominant way she stood over Blaise as he lay on the canvas made her appear menacing. "I am Emilia Hawthorne, The Silver Scorpion. And once I have you ensnared in my grip..." A girlish giggle that did not quite match the lethal expression on her face. "There's no escape for you."

Emi held her right arm out, directed diagonally downwards at Blaise, before she gestured at him with her index finger in a sensual manner, mimicking what he had done to her at the start of the match. "Get up off the floor, little boy." She commanded, waiting for him to rise and then perform any maneuver he had planned.

As soon as she releases his legs, Blaise curls his body inwards to alleviate the wrenched feeling along his back. His left hand sets to the small of his back and he twists over onto his shoulder to look back up at her. His expression is solemn, unreadable, likely only focused on working out the pain to continue the match effectively.

And for all the reactions Emilia may have anticipated, a growing grin is likely not one of them. "Hah.. hah.. that's a cool name..." Twisted in pain and mocked as he was, Blaise's spirit remains unfettered. They're wrestling; he expects her to not hold back. He expects sass. He expects to send it right back her way at the right time! It's all part of the dance, and he's happy enough to have an opponent who's already proving to be skilled on top of shockingly beautiful. How's he gonna hate?

She's given him plenty of time to recuperate, and the spunky teen draws himself to his knees. When she gives her degrading taunt, he shoots her a wry look. "Psh. Taller than you." He knows what she's doing - she's not the first to do the belittlement thing. But it's always interesting to see how they react when it's twisted around! It even sometimes rattles their bravado!

Once on his feet again, Blaise eases the soreness through his body with a light twist at the waist to loosen up again. "Nnf. Alright. My turn." He dashes in towards her, intent on grappling with her again at the shoulders. But this time, he isn't plying his strength against her. Instead, the moment he's grappled onto her, he'll attempt to drive a knee up into her toned, exposed belly!

A small twitch occurred at the sight of Emi's smirk as Blaise responded with a growing grin. He certainly seemed fazed physically, but spiritually was another story. It was further proven as he got up and responded with a confident smirk and attempt at a taunt of his own. Emi stared at him with a flat look, a hand on her hip and the other limp at her side.

"Hm. You're a clever boy for figuring that out on your own." She spoke, her tone condescending as if she was talking to a five year old. She waited for him to twist, no doubt relieving himself as much as he can of the pain of her sharpshooter before he launches forward, his gesture suggesting a grappling assault. Emi hunched her shoulders up and pressed her heels into the mat, her arms grappled around Blaise's shoulders and towards the back of his neck.

No sooner had Blaise grabbed hold of her then he drew his leg back. Emi read her opponent's body movement to notice the incoming attack, a knee clearly aimed for her exposed mid riff. The girl immediately answered by suddenly dragging herself back, leaning the back of her body to pull her stomach inward. The knee was close, but whiffed. Emi's next tactic was to take advantage of her arms locked around Blaise's shoulders; she slipped her hands over his skin and behind the back of his head, interlocking into his hair. The Silver Scorpion aimed to yank Blaise's head down to face the mat, where he would see Emi's own knee fly up, aimed at striking him directly in the face.

Everything seemed to be going according to plan for Blaise - not that he necessarily had much of a plan. But when she met his lockup, he was confident he'd begin the process of paying her back for that sharpshooter. But-

'Oh damn, she's fast!'

He doesn't know how she reacted so quickly, but he doesn't have much time to pour over it, either. Her slender fingers slide along his shoulders to take him behind the neck as he's regaining his balance. And with a single pump, he finds himself bent forward and a knee plowing into his face.

Blaise's vision whites out briefly as his body whips upright again, his hands releasing her from the grapple in favor of pinwheeling for balance. He staggers back from her, reeling from the blow, and nears a turnbuckle to rest back against it.

His body is like a puppet dancing to Emi's tune. His body whips up dramatically and she enjoys the sight of him stumbling back from her blow, clearly dazed. Pleased with that image of him, Emi spied him approaching a turnbuckle to rest against it.

"Taking a rest? I told you; you can't do just anything without my permission."

Her sentence ended on a dark smile that hinted at worst to come for her opponent. She followed up her words by taking steps, measuring distance. Her legs crouched like a lynx, and suddenly she was running at Blaise as he slumped against the turnbuckle. With a yell, Emi drew herself low and aimed to drive her right shoulder directly into the toned gut of her foe, crushing his stomach between herself and the metal of the turnbuckle with a spear.

Blaise's back comes to rest in the corner, his arms hanging at his sides. He gives his head a few shakes to clear the haze and blinks his eyes. They come to focus on a taunting Emilia. He has a retort for that! He just... needs a minute. His brain is still a little rattled.

Before he can fully compose himself again, he finds her rushing him. He tries to move out of the way, but between her sprint and his bleary focus, he manages only a couple inches' worth of escape. The girl's narrow shoulder slams into his midsection, forcing him to hammer back into the turnbuckle from the impact. With nothing between them, she can feel his toned abdominals tense and firm, but ultimately cave against her shoulder. His body folds over hers, left breathless, his chest pressing against her midback and his arms looping her from behind. It's the closest he can get to wrapping his arms around his midsection protectively!

"Hhhff!" Eyes wide and jaw slack, the teen is trapped in this unforgiving corner.

A cold, but delighted grin rose on Emi's face as she felt Blaise's body collapse over hers, winded by her powerful spear into his gut. What little breaths she did hear were ragged and strained. As she felt his arms loop around her, she was severely tempted to pick him up and slam him down behind her. But why rush? He made the foolish decision to retreat to the turnbuckle. Why not let him realise just how foolish a mistake that was?

Emi removed her shoulder from Blaise's gut, taking hold of his arms to drape them over the ropes for support. She severely doubted he'd be able to stand on his own for the moment. She pressed her hands on his pecs, taking a moment to enjoy how smooth they felt, as she pressed his back against the metal of the turnbuckle. The tormented and shocked features on his face, the bulging eyes and dropped jaw made him look beautiful.

Time to work on that gut while toying with him a little, just for extra fun~ Emi turned around and placed her own taped hands on the ropes, standing with her back to Blaise. She gazed around at the audience roaring and whistling and gave a small wink, before blowing a kiss to them with her right hand. And then, she moved her hips forward slightly. She aimed to slam her rear end straight into Blaise's gut to augment his pain, and repeat the move several times if she was successful, giggling mischievously between hits.

Blaise's body is forced upright again, much to the protest of his aching midsection. His arms provide no resistance to her as she drapes them over the top ropes, pulling his chest taut for her. He begins breathing again just as her fingers touch to his skin, taking in deep gasps of air. The flat, firmed pectorals press into her hands with each breath as she explores him. And the teen, himself? He's left staring at her, confused, but not entirely displeased with feeling her hands running over his skin.

"Don't.. suppose.. these things you've read about me.. are ever not gonna have something to do.. with pain.. huh?" The quip, if such a thing it could be called, is delivered with a renewal of his boyish smile. Despite the abuse she's putting his body through, the condescension she's thrown his way, his spirit refuses to dim! He has to admire the fact that she's fast enough to deliver that blow, and... well, maybe the fact that she's touching him dulls the sting he may otherwise be feeling.

He is a guy, after all.

She turns around to play to the audience, and it does nothing to dampen his mood. He'd be doing the same thing. Maybe not with kisses, but with something! Still, she's leaving herself open! He starts to draw his left arm up over the ropes, only for her pert rear to slam back into his stomach! "UNF!" His body jerks back flush against the turnbuckle again! Only this time he can't double over to protect himself, his arms trapped as they are! He can only tense his abs to try to absorb the blows as they continually pounding in. "Nnf! Ghh!" It's not as bad as the spear had been. That was brutal. These are just taking advantage of his vulnerable state!

Nevertheless, when she gives some sign of relenting, he slouches in the corner, hanging by his arms with a groan.