Emilia Hawthorne vs Blaise Cameron

Emi can't help but fail to resist a proud smile at Blaise's remark. "Hee~ I spent years honing my body and power." She spoke sweetly back. The proof was evident in the almost effortless way she held Blaise to the skylights, her arms and legs remaining taut with no signs of buckling under the male's body. The lack of any struggle from Blaise showed that she well and truly had him in her clutches...quite literally.

"So tell me...how does it feel to see the world in such a different...light?" The final word was her cue; Blaise's body began to tilt back slowly back as she finished her prolonged torture; she swung her arms back and prepared to fall flat onto the canvas. But she was positioning Blaise and channeling enough power to crash him down painfully and helplessly, so that the brunt of the damage would vibrate through his back and therefore a great deal of his overall body.

Was that authentic pleasure he heard in her voice? No glib remark, no sass, just... appreciation? Or is his blood just rushing to his head and making him delirious? Either way, Blaise is assuming it was. And that makes him happy, despite his predicament.

Oh, but funny she should ask that! He's quite the breakdancer! So inverted positions are nothing new to him! He's right about to respond when he feels her body tilting with him. 'Oh God, oh God, oh God...' His body swings through the air, and-

Slam.

Blaise hits the mat hard, the full impact reverberating through his entire being. He gives a sharp, "Anh!," as a yelp before lying flat on the mat. His head rests propped on her shoulder, nearly cheek-to-cheek with her until she opts to move. His legs lie flat, his arms splay out to either side, and his eyes rest shut. Heavy, shaky panting can be heard as much as seen, his abs rising and falling heavily as he sucks in each breath. His mind is reeling. He wants to keep fighting. He has the will to. But his body just isn't cooperating yet. He's having a hard time just dragging his eyes open.

The impact of Blaise crashing down upon the canvas is beautiful, sweet music to Emi's ears that she takes wonderful pleasure in. With a coy smile, she remains on the floor with her face oh so close to Blaise's and reaches a gloved hand to caress his cheek softly, extending a finger out to stroke him and tap his nose as if he were a naughty child. "You're so exquisite right now~" The girl teases, pressing her finger on his lips and holding them there.

Then, she took her time to rise up from the mat, but not to her full height. The female wrestler turned around and made to nestle herself on top of Blaise's rigid abdominals, her slender and gorgeous back to his face as she tenderly hooked an arm around Blaise's thigh. She brought his leg up to the front of her body, pressing it against her breasts as she made for another pin attempt, her head turned to stare down at him on the floor with a kittenish smile.

Blaise wants to make a coy remark; maybe even flirty. Her words, with her lips so close to his ear, reached him easily. And while he's happy to look good to her, he'd rather it not come at the cost of nearly-numbing pain. He gives no reaction as she toys with his face, even when she boops his nose. As she slips her shoulder out from under him, his head plops down to the mat.

The girl seems to have all the time she could want to position herself over his body how she likes. When Blaise feels her rest her ribs across his abs, his eyes finally open to halves. He feels his toned thigh gathered up in her arm, his knee pressing against her soft, perky breasts.

"Nnh..." He only breathes under her while the referee drops down to get into position. His eyes flick to her face, noting that smile she's wearing. ...It's cute, despite the situation. Cute enough to earn a little grin in return. His feeling is starting to return, but will it be enough in time?

The referee slaps the mat. "One!"

Emi gazes down at her hapless victim, maintaining the adorable smile upon her face. As Blaise grins back up at her despite her pain, she lets out another light laugh from amusement. "You just love it, don't you Blaise? Me, being on top of you like this~ Such a glutton for punishment." She adjusts herself softly, rubbing her rear over his abdominal region to tease him some more.

"I think you would make a much better servant than wrestler, personally." She muses aloud. Emi was feeling generous and he was a great deal of entertainment for her as a punching bag. "Why not give this little charade up and establish a new career as my servant? You know how to change beds and serve tea, right?" The girl grinned smugly down at him. "Don't even speak. If you agree, just stay down for the pin and I'll take that as a yes~"

The referee slapped their hand upon the mat for a second time. "Two!"

Feeling her brush her rear into his midsection isn't as nice as, say, her ribs or stomach. But he's amused that she's amused, either way! But her words kill the grin - if just a moment. Him? A servant? 'Hells naw.' Especially if it comes with the package of giving up wrestling! Talk about insult on top of injury!

Why, this might be the first time Blaise feels insulted! ...If slightly.

The teen starts to vocalize a response, but she insists he stay silent and let the pin be his answer. Well, if he needed any more incentive to pool his strength and kick out, there it is. A more devilish smile touches his lips, intended to convey something unspoken to Emi - perhaps instill an impending sense of doom?

The referee strikes the mat again for the two-count. By now, Blaise is cognizant and has enough control of his limbs to move. His body is throbbing with pain, but if he was defiant before simply out of pure cussedness and a desire to wrestle, Emilia's given him a purpose. Might have been a backfire! ...Unless that was her plan from the beginning. The short is, she's either going to be very pleased or very disappointed.

The thigh tenses against her arm, and Blaise suddenly kicks out. "Nn'gah!" The referee's hand nearly strikes the mat, only to hover barely above the surface. The crowd explodes into cheer, having been so convinced this was the end!

Emi is confident she has the boy right where she wants him. She knows he can be rebellious and determined, but she believes this time that she's finally snuffed the fire of his little spirit right out. So she waits expectantly for the third smack against the mat and the inevitable sound of the bell to signify the end of the match.

By the time she realised Blaise had enough control of the very limb she was holding to break out of the pin, the male wrestler had done exactly that. Eyes widened as the girl stared down at Blaise with a look of disbelief. Her ears are mute to the cheers of the audience, too surprised that he has kicked out of her second pin attempt.

She glared down at him with a fierce look. "Hmph. So you reject my gracious offer, huh?" The girl sat up off of him, her body heaving with rage at his defiance of her. She fixated him with a deadly look before leaning down to grasp his head, bringing him to his feet. "Silly boy. I'll make you realise what a foolish decision you just made."

Leaving Blaise standing, she made a pledge to show him no more mercy from this point onward. The Silver Scorpion turned on her heel and darted towards the ropes, aiming to rebound and jump up onto Blaise's shoulders. If she was successful, she'd wrap her thighs tightly around his neck and flip herself in an articulate maneuver backwards, driving him head first with a Frankensteiner.

Blaise is getting used to those looks from Emi. Why, if she weren't looking at him all cross, he'd think he might have broken her. And while the sound of the audience may be lost on her, they're certainly not with him. He's thriving on it. If the audience has seen anything from Blaise, it's that he keeps ending matches on the mat and on the losing end. Seeing him put pressure on the opposition is a nice twist! He's new enough to have them wondering if he can really pull something off with it! And Blaise really, really wants to. Not to put Emi in her place, but to prove that he's capable.

She takes him by the head to guide him on up to his feet, and the teen wobbles a little on the ascent. His hands move to her elbows to help keep himself nice and balanced. His blue eyes stay trained on her while she remains in close quarters with him. ...For all the belittling she's done, she really does have pretty peepers. Friggin' Tension, putting in automatic distractions. Fortunately, she breaks away from him on her own this time.

Head whips over to quickly sort out what she's doing, and the best he comes up with is simply that: she's rebounding off the ropes at him. He's positive she's going to do something once she reaches him, but his legs are already moving in the opposite direction. Fueled on adrenaline and that refusal to surrender she's lamented, Blaise presses his back against the ropes and launches himself towards her!

As they draw near, the acrobatic teen throws himself into a wild rolling wheel kick, body torquing through the air and, if he can time it right, ultimately slam his right boot across Emi's face! Either way, at least one wrestler is hitting the mat, as he has no recourse but to drop onto his side and shoulder after the attempt.

As Emi presses herself as far as the ropes will allow her to go and rockets towards Blaise, the girl doesn't expect the male wrestler to be doing exactly the same. Well, if he wanted to go head on with her, that was perfectly fine with her. The Silver Scorpion however underestimated Blaise's acrobatic abilities; probably the one thing he had over her.

His foot lashes out and connects with Emi's face. She tastes his sole and a harsh impact sounds throughout the arena as the audience let out gasps at the move. The girl stumbled backwards and crumpled to the ground, her eyes scrunched up in pain on the floor as she clutches her forehead tenderly. "Yeowch..." She whimpers on the canvas.

As expected, Blaise banks off the mat on his shoulder. It earns a grunt, but controlled landings are something he can cope with. And that shocked sound from the audience puts a new smile on his face. He transitions onto his knees and throws a fist into the air. As the crowd begins to respond, Blaise nods slowly. He's signalling something, and he just knows that anticipation is building.

Is he going to go for a finisher? Does he even have a finisher? Has she been winded enough to be put down? Were those hits he's given her enough to put the scorpion on ice? Boy, Blaise hopes so. If they haven't sealed the deal, his next attack will have to do the trick. It has to be something big, though.

...Didn't he plan on pinning her in a certain way? To pay her back?

Oh, he knows just what to do.

The teen draws in a deep breath and raises to his boots again. He leans over Emi to grab her by her feminine biceps to draw her up to her feet again - and immediately jam his knee into her stomach to keep the pressure on. "It's my turn, Scorpion...," he murmurs to her.

Spoilers, everyone: the knee is not the big finale. Even the audience knows that he's trying to set her up for something. But it builds on that anticipation, an increasing number of spectators collectively holding their proverbial breath.