Emilia Hawthorne vs Blaise Cameron

Emi's smirk falters a tad at the fact that Blaise's boyish grin hasn't quite been wiped off his face. Sure, she had put him through excruciating pain and knocked him for six, but the real cherry on top would have been leave the boy's spirit broken beyond repair. Ah well~ There would be other victims, and the fact the male wrestler croaks out her name in such a feeble way restores her sly grin.

As the third and final slap pounds down upon the canvas and the bell sounds several times throughout the arena, echoing all around, Emi rolls her shoulders in a lazy manner to loosen her body up. She rises to her feet and flexes directly over Blaise, lifting her arms up and interlocking her fingers as she stretches them towards the skylights. She turns her head down to her victim, and the Silver Scorpion grins at him.

"Thanks for being such a good slab of meat to torment~" She says darkly, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "You helped make my debut...incredible." With that, she pressed her gloved hand to her lips for a final time and blew a gradual, teasing kiss at Blaise with a wink as well. "Ciao. Don't get too jealous when you see me wrestling other men, mm hm?~"

With that, Emi stepped away and walked over to the ropes, sliding herself slowly out from under the bottom rope. The female wrestler strode up to the ramp, waving in a nonchalant manner to the roaring audience, many of which were infatuated males who would no doubt be dying to set up a fan club for her as a result of her performance. When she reaches the top, Emi glances back at Blaise and smirks once more before she departs the arena, looking forward to the meal Henry would no doubt have prepared in celebration.

"Nice to be appreciated," he jokes weakly. No, his spirit is still alive and well, despite taking what might otherwise have been a humiliating loss.

When she lifts from his chest, Blaise lets out a little grunt and manages to turn over onto his- nope. He stays right where he is, flat on his back. He'd thought he might have recovered enough to at least roll over, but he's pushing it. When she makes her final taunting remark, she's met with a mirthful version of the smile.

"No promises."

When she looks back to him again, he'll have finally managed to turn onto his shoulder. The referee is crouched beside him to make sure he isn't injured. Thankfully, he isn't. But it takes several seconds after Emi's departed for him to scoot his way to the ring's edge and slink, staggering periodically to either side, on his way backstage.

Winner by pinfall: Emilia Hawthorne