Stone vs. Blaise Cameron - Making a Stand

Following the impact, Blaise all but bounces off of Stone to land on his rear beside her. His first impulse was to go for a surprise-pin, but Stone was already getting back up. He's not even surprised. He remembers their last match was a grueling one, and he had to do a considerable amount of wear-and-tear on her to get her where he wanted her.

Suzumi might be pleased, though; he's actually focused. Blaise's world consists of Stone and breaking Stone down. If he can put her away fast enough, he doesn't have to worry about anything happening to the blue-haired girl on the sidelines. It's given him a new motive to work with, and one that may prove to be effective. His trainer would be... well, not proud. Jealous, maybe.

The energetic teen rushes back to the ring's edge, straining the ropes across his back. They sling him forward, boots hammering along the mat until- silence! Both boots are in the air in a wild, almost haphazard dropkick aimed to catch Stone anywhere on the torso. Doesn't matter!

Suzumi had spent time cheering loudly and recoiling as Blaise continued to fight Stone. This was one bad lady but Suzumi was proud of how Blaise was handling himself!

As she clapped she heard Mako talking to her. Suzumi looked over and bladed herself off with Mako. She saw the sinster look in Mako's eyes. "Of course, although unlike you guys Blaise doesn't really need a pack to help him out." Suzumi said with a shrug.

After that Suzumi approached Mako, knowing that Mako had something planned. Suzumi smiled and countered Mako's sinster look with one of pure glee. "Like, I really hope you try something sneaky. Its been a long time since I had a really good excuse to totally choke a bitch out." Suzumi said as she smiled ear to ear.

Head hurting, equilibrium shifting, body feeling weird.

Get up, soldier.

It was rough going as Stone made her way back up, but she was doing it. Slowly. Steadily. Straining to get back to her feet. It was her first real bump of the match, but she knew how Blaise worked, still remembering the way he'd run wild with the momentum. The little fucker was like a freight train - slow to start, but once he got moving...

Speaking of which, there was a lot of movement coming from his side of the ring, and Stone had to quickly look up to see what all the commotion was. It was Blaise, and he was coming back her way. Fast.

He took to air and she rose up with him, jumped back and dodged the sloppy drop kick by less than a foot. But that wasn't all she did. She also reached  out, caught him, and gave him a little toss. Right over the ropes. Right to the outside of the ring.

Mako saw all this happen out of the corner of her eye, just as Suzumi was showing she had a lot more bite than previously anticipated. An idea was forming. A delicious one.

"Hey, ref!" Mako hopped up on the ring apron and pointed back to the former Wrestling Angel. "This bitch is out here threatening me, talking about interfering. You just gonna stand there, let that shit fly?"

Whoosh!

Blaise is sorely disappointed Stone managed to move herself out of the way. But he's pretty friggin' shocked to find he's not yet hit the mat. He quickly realizes his opponent has him hefted in her arms, in a sort of cradle. Had this match been under any other circumstances, he'd absolutely have a joke for it.

...

Dammit.

Screw it.

"My hero~!"

It's hard to shake some habits.

Stone may have no appreciation for his brand of ill-timed humor, as she quickly tosses him up and over the ropes! The teen flails, his trajectory all wrong. Graceful and exquisitely in tune with his own body mechanics though he may be, this is a situation he just isn't going to turn around in this short amount of time. He hits the ground outside the ring opposite of Suzumi, landing hard on his back with a *SMACK*. Instantly, the young dancer arches his back, drawing his body taut as he writhes from the hard impact, his eyes squeezed shut.

Stone chuckled at Blaise's joke. It was fleeting, just for a moment as he was flying through the air, and she managed to keep from making it loud enough to be heard over the din of the audience. But damn it, she chuckled. He had that way about him, and despite her best efforts, he made it work.

Stone sagged, placed her hands on her knees and took a breather. She was just about ready to go outside of the ring and continue the work, when she heard a familiar and unwelcome voice come from the side of the ring. She groaned and turned around along with the referee, walking over to see what the problem was. "Mako, what?"

"Hey, don't look at me." Mako raised her hands up, trying her best to look innocent. She made a pretty good sell. "I was just minding my own business out here, and she starts talking about busting me up!"

All eyes were on Mako at the moment. None of them were on Blaise, which was good, because he was currently being kicked around by Divine on the other side of the ring. She drilled him with stomp after stomp, driving her heel into his ribs with a few hard blows. She grabbed him by the hair when it was over and hauled him back to his feet, trying to roll him back into the ring before the referee could be any wiser.

Suzumi looked shocked at Mako. This bitch was manipulating the referee! "I didn't do anything! She decided to come up to me and...." Suzumi began to say as she glanced behind the referee, seeing Blaise in a bad spot. "What the HELL is that going on back there!?" Suzumi shouted, pointing behind the referee. "Come on get back to doing your doing dammit!" She shouted!

However, Suzumi's shouting and hysterics at seeing Blaise being hammered may have caused the referee to delay his getting back to the actual match!

Suzumi would glare at Mako angrily once the referee focused on the particiapants instead of the two bystanders. "You will regret ever messing with my man...."

This match is so not going in Blaise's favor. The teen is still trying to get the blasting pain to dull in his spine by the time feet come hammering against him. His body spasms and twists against Divine's kicks, each one eliciting a yelp, cough, or groan. By the time the biker chick has finished working his midsection over, he's duly weakened and beaten. He gives no resistance as he's drawn to his feet, manipulated onto the ring apron, and rolled under the bottom rope.

Blaise comes to a stop flat on his back near the corner of the ring. His arms rest looped around his abdomen protectively, jaw set and eyes squeezed shut. "Nng..."

Mako snorted out a laugh at Suzumi's threat and stepped back with her hands up and a little pout. Friction girls. Feistier than she would've guessed. "Ooooo, I'm in trouble now." She traded her open hands out for a pair of matching middle fingers and kept sliding back. "You know where to find me, bitch."

Stone was much less amused by it all - Mako being Mako, usual bulllshit. When she turned around, she expected to find Blaise looking better, recovered - instead, he looked more in worked over than ever. Back in the ring, but she wasn't even sure he managed that. Maybe the fall had been nastier than it looked.

It hardly mattered, she guessed, and Stone picked up right where she'd left off. She walked over and grabbed Blaise by the hair, forcing him up to his feet with one hand while she reeled back with the other. She planted her feet, lurched forward, and let an uppercut fly right into his stomach, making sure to give it enough power to sink deep.

Blaise has no idea what's going on. He can hear Mako's voice, but he doesn't know why. She sassing Amy? Amy's the more likely culprit. Right? Or Suzumi? Gah, he doesn't know. And suddenly, it doesn't matter. His hair is tangled into Stone's fingers, eliciting a pained cry as he's dragged to his feet. His hands clasp onto the wrist of the offending hand, unfortunately leaving his body vulnerable.

Stone's other hand makes good use of that fact.

"H'FFF!" Blaise's sleekly trim six-pack caves around Stone's fist, his body jolted off his feet briefly. He curls (as much as he can, given her grip on his hair), and his eyes widen, mouth agape and breath driven out of him. He releases her wrist in favor of clutching his battered middle. Should she release his hair, he'll be falling to a knee. Otherwise, his predicament is liable to get worse.

Stone's uppercut sunk deep into Blaise's taut body, a testament to the training she'd undergone. Before, she couldn't throw a good punch to save her life. There was still a long way to go with her technique and speed, but she had learned to get decent power into her blows, utilize her strength. Blaise would agree, if he could speak.

She let him start to sag and fall before she grabbed him by the neck, holding him up with a tight choke. Brutal. Ruthless. Excessive. But she was teaching Blaise a lesson that she was frankly tired of sharing. Everyone was going to get it, this time.

She reached down and brought her arm between his legs while the other wrapped around his shoulder, then she hefted him up and held him across her chest, keeping him pressed. A second passed, tension built, and then Stone jerked down with a sudden drop, letting him crash across her knee for a thunderous backbreaker.