Emilia Hawthorne vs Blaise Cameron

The audience was getting pumped up. Emi could hear it vaguely as she squirmed, but she had no idea what Blaise was doing to prompt the crowd to get them on his side. One thing she will give him; he has a certain charisma that charms people. She couldn't put her finger on it, but both of them were good at naturally captivating a crowd. Emi just had a more...sensual way of doing it.

Blaise took hold of her arms to drag Emi up again - and she felt a sharp pain jolt into her stomach as her foe rammed his knee into her. The girl gasped and felt her breath hitch in her throat. Winded, she remained in Blaise's grip with eyes slightly watering. She was held by him, ready to endure whatever follow up he had planned.

Blaise finally gets to feel Emilia's softly-toned abs sink around his knee after, what, three attempts? He wasn't pulling the blow, either. That one was pretty solid, and he can only hope it builds on the bodysplash he delivered earlier across her stomach. He can feel that he's supporting a lot of her bodyweight, giving him the green light to carry through with his plans.

The energetic young grappler tosses her left arm behind his neck and leans into her. His arms hook around her waist, and with a small, "Hff!," of effort, he swings her body into the air to rest her along his right shoulder. With her stomach resting on his shoulder, his arms securely around her waist, he marches with her to the center of the ring. Once in position, he drags her svelte body down from his shoulder to align her frame with his. He squeezes, pressing her soft breasts into his hard abs, her smooth, bare stomach against his firm, toned chest. He slides a hand down to the back of her head to secure it between his muscled thighs. The position is held a moment, keeping her body aloft and hugged against himself, mimicking the treatment she'd given him with the vertical suplex... only with a small, added indulgence of a soft nuzzling against her hips floating in front of his face.

He has every intention to tease her and give her a taste of her own medicine before delivering the blow.

Blaise threw her arm around his neck for leverage and swung her into the air by the waist. Emi grunted as she laid on his right shoulder, her gut still smarting from that painful knee strike of his. Then, she slides down his body and feels the sturdy abs of the male wrestler against her tender breasts.

It's been years since she can remember a male taking her in hand like this. She feels his muscular chest pressed against her stomach and finds the sensation to cause a strange feeling in the pit of her belly. As he plants her head against his broad thighs, she feels the muscles ripple within them as they press against her temples. Blaise hugged her tight, and the girl let out a yelp as she felt the male wrestler sneak in a nuzzle on her sublime hips. Any resistance she might have made was shut down by the move, feeling her body go numb from the contact. She's locked in, helpless for once.

The girl is locked into place. She's giving him no resistance. He can feel her heart beating against his abs, his own hammering against her stomach. That nuzzle got a yelp from her, and it was... oddly amusing. She wasn't used to receiving what she dishes out! And the audience knows exactly what's coming - it isn't hard to detect an eminent belly-to-belly piledriver when the positions are filled out so snuggly.

Blaise draws a couple deep breaths to ensure her body is lined up like a perfect arrow. She was so domineering before, and now she's his prey. He can feel her warm breath whisking against his bare thighs, her body swelling with each inhale she draws. If only to himself, he has to admit this hold with her isn't altogether a bad one. But it has to end.

Blaise hops up and drop to his knees. Their combined bodyweights come crashing down squarely over her head, and the ring shudders under the impact. Immediately following, the teen drops forward to lie over her. His left hand gathers her smooth left thigh, hugging her leg against his shoulder. His toned chest presses flush against her belly, his abs pushed into her breasts firmly, his hips near her face. Sticking to his plan, he begins brushing a couple fingers along the material covering her hips, teasingly running between her legs in a subtle, but firm way.

The referee drops beside the pair, ready to begin the pinfall.

Emi makes a sound of despair as she feels the body of her opponent shift. Blaise prepared to slam her down head first into the mat, causing her vision to vibrate violently along with the ring. Pain shoots through her head like a fierce fire, her legs falling down and onto the canvas as the girl stirs vaguely. She's only faintly aware of Blaise covering her, but is graced with a sea of blue which she recognises are his trunks.

The muscular chest of her foe tenses against her belly, as does her breasts as she feels his rock solid abs against them. When he began to move his fingers in an almost sensual manner along the material of her hips, she moaned softly under him, her breath huffing gently along his own hips. He had her pinned under him, and she was stunned by the attack and mesmerised by the position he had her in.

She barely registered the first slap by the referee on the mat. "One!"

Blaise doesn't know if it'll be enough. It feels like it might be. The girl isn't struggling beneath him. He can only feel the rise and fall of her body as she breathes. But he can also feel the periodic blast of heat against his hips with each exhale. She moans, and Blaise smiles impishly.

Well, well. How the tables have turned. It seems she isn't impervious to her own tactics. Not that he's going to lie to himself about it: he's enjoying teasing her, lying over her. Something about dominating a girl who seemed so caught up in being in control is exhilarating. But even if that weren't the case, Emi is painfully pretty. He'd have to be a eunuch to not be feeling something.

He squeezes her leg tighter as the first count sounds off, squeezing the leg to her shoulder, her inner-thigh brushing his cheek. His breathing picks up in anticipation, chest pressing more firmly into her belly. And given that it seems to be working and she gave him zero mercy with her previous pin, Blaise's fingers press more firmly as they run along her hips, deliberately focusing where it seems to elicit the most reaction.

The referee's hand strikes the mat again. "Two!"

'So close... so close...'

Emi's breath became heavier as she felt Blaise's fingers trail along and press harder into her hips. The girl was flustered by the intimate contact. As her pain began to subside from the piledriver, the nagging pain in her head became rage which fueled through her body, igniting her limbs. This was her debut. The entire point was to show AFW what a supreme, glorious wrestler she was. And this annoying jobber, with his plucky spirit, was actually about to overcome her!

It was an insult, and that only made her more angry. As the referee slapped two, her fingers curled into tight fists. Blaise dared to touch her like this. To think he had the right to, when she was the one in control. As the referee's hand neared the map for a final time to end the match, the girl suddenly and roughly shoved Blaise off of her, breaking the pin attempt. Her body was seizing up and down with sheer fury, and she pressed a knuckle down hard as she sat up. Still dazed, but with renewed vigour as she glared at Blaise, daring to try and continue his assault against her.

Life's good. Emi's down, Blaise is on top, and he's literally one second away from his first claim to victory. And what a victory it'd be! Outlasting a tough competitor and bringing her down with a pair of heavy, mat-shaking hits! That's on top of the perk that his opponent's... well, hotter than the sun.

But it's not to last. Shocked, Blaise finds himself bodily shoved off of her, tumbling over on the mat to end on his side facing a fuming, furious Emilia. Boy, she looks mad. Downright livid. He can't blame her - she's taking the match's outcome seriously. Is this her first one? It would make sense. He isn't about to hold back, though!

Blaise flashes her that confident smile nearing playful. "You want a little more, huh?," he chides. Body stiff and rigid, his muscles not wanting to cooperate after being put through so much pain and strain, Blaise urges himself to lift to his feet. "Think I can oblige."

He closes in with her and makes another grab for her shoulders to heft her up to her feet and immediately begin a lockup with her. He tries to overpower her, hoping to twist her down to arch her spine across his knee in a makeshift backbreaker submission.

If Blaise expects to infuriate her more than he already has that with that cocky smile of his, he would be astounded to see Emi grin back in a sadistic manner. "Oh, I'm always up for more, handsome~" She whispered as he took hold of her shoulders and brought the girl to her feet. Her upper body tense with strength as they began to grapple once more.

As Blaise pushes in an attempt to overwhelm her, the girl can feel him succeeding to do so. No matter how many hits she deals him, he continues to carry on. She wouldn't leave this ring happy until he was definitely down for the count. "You forgot a key rule of standing in the same ring as me." She leans in and mouths during their lock up.

Intending to remind him, the girl feels Blaise attempt to force her body down. At the last second, she aimed to propel herself to wrap her arms around his neck and wedge him under her right arm, which curled around his throat in a headlock maneuver. Were she triumphant, her left hand would tight as she would start to rain fists down one after the other on his back, tenderising him. "You. Don't. Grab. Without! Permission!" She shouted, each blow intensifying as she said the next word of her sentence.

If she had managed to keep him held in the headlock long enough, she'd fall back in a quick move to drag his body down and slam his face onto the canvas, the first of many retaliations for his foolish moves.

Looks like the girl's got her spirit back. Blaise is pleased with this. That'll make the pin all the more satisfying once he secures it! He's really relying on that piledriver having done a number on her, without taking into account the level of weakness his own body's dropped to. But it doesn't seem like he's going to have to - he can feel himself overpowering her!

"Uh-huh?," he asks, voice strained with the intense effort he's putting into the grapple with her. His muscles flex against hers, fighting with raw force against her raw force.

Only suddenly, everything gets slippery. He falls forward, his shoulder bumping into her chest, and his arms flailing a moment to try to regain his bearings. They come to loop her waist again, and he quickly realizes she's placed him in another headlock. He'd worked his way out of this one before by hoisting her into a high body drop, but before he can clench it on, she begins pummeling his back with some hard, heavy blows.

"Unh! Nnf!" His legs buckle under the weight of the hits coupled with the awkward position, his already aching back battered further. And then? The mat rushes up to meet him. His head collides with the surface as she nails the DDT, and his body goes limp against her. His arms hang around her waist loosely, his body hunched over, forehead resting on the mat. He's not unconscious, but he's absolutely stunned.

The only sound he makes is a quiet groan.