Makie Akamatsu vs Blaise Cameron

Makie heard Blaise shouting for her to submit, even as he pretzeled her with her own arms. "Nnnngh...nno!" she cried, doing her best to hide the pain from her voice. It was a tough effort-- as much as she hated to admit it, the new guy was giving her a good working over, and putting those muscles of his to effective use. Her upper body was arching up off the mat as Blaise tested her body's flexibility quite roughly.

Makie wasn't without her tricks, though. Even though her arms were useless, she still had her legs. Pressing her knees and booted toes against the mat, she tried to suddenly buck forwards, hoping to unbalance Blaise and throw her off of him.

Blaise wants that submission. But each second she holds out, he becomes more convinced that he needs to work her over a little more. He's fine with that - the audience should see more of what he has to offer in the ring, anyway. And just as he starts to relax his grip, she lurches forward, causing him to flump forward and release the tension along her spine.

Her wrists are released and he twists over to roll into a seated position and pops to his feet. By this point, a light sheen of sweat has formed over his body, causing his hair and skin to glisten under the bright overhead lights. He leans in quickly though, aiming to lace his fingers through her hair to drag her back up to her feet...

Makie gave a deep gasp as Blaise finally released her arms, and, more importantly, her chin. She slumped against the mat, taking several deep breaths as she tried to ignore the throbbing in the back of her neck. As much as she hated to admit this, Blaise had her good back there-- if she hadn't broken the hold, he would have eventualy forced a submission out of her. Damn it, why do the cute ones always have to be the ones who are really good at subs? she thought to herself.

She didn't get an answer. Her scalp burned briefly as Blaise yanked her to her feet. As she stumbled up, she balled her fist and lashed out with a quick, desperate shot to Blaise's abs, though at this range, she had no idea whether or not the boy would be able to simply shrug off the blow.

It's not a matter of her having the momentum to deliver a solid hit so much as the fact that Blaise is a very resilient person. He's taken innumerable beatings in his year-plus career in professional wrestling, and it's absolutely toughened him up and bolstered his spirit in terms of what he can focus through and absorb.

In this case, it's more the latter. The impact is enough to cause his body a small jolt as her fist connects with his toned, sleek abdominals, but he doesn't release her. His teeth grit and his fingers bite into her hair a little tighter with a pull. The teen attempts to capture her head under his left arm. His right hand shoots into the air to signal the audience, and he attempts to swing a leg behind and between hers before finally hooking at the ankle to steal her balance. He kicks the leg forward and swings backwards in an attempt to DDT the top of her head squarely against the mat!

A jolt of impact ran up Makie's arm as her knuckles slammed against Blaise's firms abs. She felt the boy wince as she was held up by her hair, and for the briefest of seconds, thought that she might have stunned him. That hope was dashed when he coiled a powerful arm around her head, pressing her tightly against his abs. Makie gasped loudly as she found herself compressed against Blaise's firm body, and on instinct, she pawed against him, trying to pull her head free.

Then her legs were knockd out from under her, and her centre of gravity shifted forwards. There was a tremendous impact against her skull that jolted up her spine and caused her legs to kick out spasmodically, before her lithe body toppled forwards and flipped onto its back. The crowd went wild with disbelief as Makie lay on her back, unmoving save for a slight twitch of her leg.

The ring shakes with the impact of Makie's head against the mat, the force enough to cause her to pop free of the headlock. Blaise remains on his back for a second, letting his feminine opponent come to settle beside him. He turns onto his side to take quick stock of the situation.

Makie's on her back. She isn't moving but for a few twitches. She's in the perfect position to be pinned. She's sexy as Hell.

'Wait. No. Bad.'

Just the other stuff. No getting distracted with how incredible she looks. Besides, it wasn't that long since she was screwing with his head! He has to try to remember that. This hasn't been a fun match! It could've been! Should've been!

The teen rolls the rest of the way over, now lying squarely overtop his dark-haired foe. His legs shift between hers to grapevine together, his hands move to her biceps to hold her arms down. The pin leaves no space between their bodies, his toned chest mashed into the curves of her breasts, his sleek abdominals pressed tight over her trim belly, his hips ground between her legs, bare thighs brushing together with every little shift they make. His faces hovers a few bare inches above hers, his warm, labored breath washing against her lips, eyes locked to hers - whether they rest closed or not.

The referee drops beside them to begin counting the pin...

A dull ringing invaded Makie's senses as she lay on her back. Her skull throbbed like a drum, and the outside world descended into a hazy, cacophonous blur-- she could barely make out the shouts of the crowd or the footfalls around her. She was dimly aware that she was still in a match, and that she was in trouble, and that she had to move at some point, but her body felt unresponsive, and she was barely even aware that she was lying on her back.

This changed, though, as she felt something heavy and warm lie against her as Blaise's limbs grapevined hers, stretching her body slightly and pulling it up further against Blaise's. She gasped involuntarily, both from the close contact and from the feeling of the boy's half-naked body pressed against hers. She groaned, her head shaking even as the countdown began.

"ONE..."

This is probably the tightest pin Blaise has ever applied to someone. He wants this match. The other, countless losses he's suffered through his career have all sucked, but this one's been thoroughly unpleasant. Nevermind that feeling her body so tightly pressed into his is distracting, that feeling her body swell with each breath she takes is nearly intoxicating. He wants this pin. ...Again, totally not because feeling her bare abs sliding against his is exhilarating. That's not it at all!

Sigh. Dammit. Stupid sexy inter-gender wrestling. He's trying to focus. He's trying to remain irritated. It's causing a very physical reaction in him, made only worse by the contact between them.

Blaise squints down at her face as she shakes her head. His face lowers, pressing his nose into her cheek to try to discourage any more struggling. What little bit of space they had between their panting, sweating forms is now gone. Blaise can feel her heart beating against his chest.

"TWO..."

The feeling of Blaise's warm breath on her cheek caused Makie to involuntarily redden further, her breathing tightening into a few short, heavy gasps. Her consciousness stirred further, and she quickly realized the position she was in...and exactly how Blaise was pinning her.

"Nnnh...the hell...are you doing...?" she gasped, alarm overriding the lingering dizziness in her head. She arched, her slender body pressing up further against's Blaise's, causing her crotch to briefly bump against his. At the same time she twisted, desperately trying to get a shoulder up. Narrowly, somehow, she managed to do just that, lifting a shoulder up even as she struggled with Blaise's full weight pressing down on her.

The referee's hand lifts, readying the final strike.

Blaise can hear her breathing hasten and grow deeper. He can feel it, too. But he can't tell if her eyes are open, if she's coming to. His face remains pressed into her cheek to hold her down. But when she speaks, he can definitely tell she's not unconscious.

'Dammit.'

But it might be too late. He doesn't answer her, doesn't encourage her struggling. He simply tightens his hands on her arms, his body shifting to try to find an alignment against her that'll better cement her down.

The referee's hand swings.

Makie suddenly arches up, creating a scintillating spark of friction between them. An involuntary little, "Nh," escapes him in the moment, replaced shortly by disappointment upon realizing the referee's hand is only barely hovering over the mat. The girl broke free.

The teen lifts his head to look back down at her face, then rolls over beside her, releasing her from the hold. He needs a moment to come down from... well, that contact. And taking a second to breathe would be a good idea anyway. He lies there for a moment, skin glistening under the bright overhead lights, coated in a thin sheen of sweat. His toned chest and smooth abdominals rise and fall heavily with each labored breath, his left knee steepled. For discretion's sake.

"Pinning you," he finally replies breathlessly, his voice even and cautious. But that's all he's got.