Makie Akamatsu vs Blaise Cameron

Makie still couldn't believe the nerve of this guy. He had practically called her a bully right in the middle of a match. What sort of treatment had this wallflower been expecting, a nice pat on the back? Of course she was a hardass bitch and a bit of a tsundere-- it was who she was, and besides, the fans loved it! But no, this guy seemed to think she was some sort of emotionally unstable psycho, and quite frankly, it was bothering Makie more than it really should have.

It was in part because she was so flustered that she was caught by surprise when Blaise suddenly growled underneath her. A second later, he powered backwards, lifting Makie bodily off the mat. The girl only had time to give a short gasp of surprise before she was slammed hard onto her back. A wordless expression of pain twisted her face as her slender back arched up off the mat. The crowd collectively gasped as, in a single moment, the tide had unexpectedy turned.

The soreness and ache running throughout Blaise's body is eclipsed by his sheer frustration and irritation. And now that his arms are free, he's ready and willing to set things straight. And given her position, now's the time to get that started. But he can't simply dive into some devastating power moves - he intends to make a lasting impression.

Makie's back is arched, showing off the abs he had at first admired. But right now, it just looks like a welcoming target. A boot raises to stomp down on her bare midsection, followed by a swift kick to the ribs in hopes of rolling her over onto all fours. Normally he might be taunting or sassing her right back, but that's not going to happen tonight; his mood's shot all to Hell, and the only thing on his mind is taking care of the problem that caused it.

For a few seconds, Makie was was stunned as she lay on her back, hearing the crowd roar in surprise around her. She hadn't been expecting that-- she knew Blaise was strong, but she'd thought she had him in a position where she could just crank him into a submission without fear. Stupid, stupid! she cursed inwardly. She had gotten cocky, had allowed herself to be suckered in by Blaise's whining, and had tried going for a submission early in the match instead of playing it smart and continuing to hammer him. And now she was paying for her idiocy.

She was brought back to reality as Blaise's boot slammed against her side. "UUUAGH!" she gasped as she was knocked over onto her front. Her legs kicked briefly on the mat as she coughed, stunned even further by Blaise's heavy kick.

With the girl on her front, Blaise leans down to grab her by the shoulders and drag her up to her feet again, ensuring she continues to face away from him. Relying on her remaining pained and disoriented, he makes a grab for her biceps and hops into the air, aiming to plant his knees against her upper-back. Naturally, he's going to fall back down - and that added, unbalanced weight clinging to her upper-body will hopefully drag her down as well. And unfortunately for Makie, that descent would be destined to come to a shattering halt when Blaise's back meets the mat, smashing her back against his knees in a lungblower.

Makie gritted her teeth as her side now throbbed with raw pain. She was a sitting duck now, and both she and Blaise knew it. She had to get up, to turn this match around, but while she was on the mat Blaise was just going to use her as an easy target for whatever he had next.

That "something else" came in the form of him hoisting her roughly by her shoulders up to her feet. "Wha--" she gasped, even as she was dragged shakily upright. This was before Blaise suddenly fell backwards, yanking her down with him-- and pulling her chest-first into his extended knees. Ragged breath erupted from her lungs as she jacknifed back down to the mat, flopping unceremoniously onto her back as she gasped and heaved for air.

In the space of a few seconds, Blaise had turned this match around completely.

Blaise bounces from the impact on his back, instantly popping to an upright, seated position. He felt that hit reverberate from his knees through his entire being. Oh yes, that hurt. He wouldn't even need to see her to know that. But upon leveling his bright blue eyes on his victim, it's all confirmed.

But is it enough to keep her down?

Given he's scored only... what, two hits on her? He doubts it. But that lungblower by itself may have been enough to put her down. He has a hard time imagining non-athletes walking away from something like that. And he intends to take the pin and make his point with her; no amount of mindscrewing with him is going to seal a win, and he definitely doesn't appreciate it.

Without further ado, the teen throws himself across her body. His chest bears into her, halfway between her breasts and abdomen, and he slips an arm between her legs to hook her thigh. The leg is drawn into the air for the pin.

Makie stared up at the lights, breathing hard as she folded an arm over her chest. Her entire upper body was sore from that last hit, and she felt slightly lightheaded from having the air knocked out of her lungs like that. She tried to press a leg against the mat and roll, but her body was took weak to respond. Blaise, she had to admit, had gotten her good.

And he was wasting no time taking advantage of it, either. Even as Makie felt her strength slowly return, Blaise was on top of her, pressing his own fit chest against hers as he hooked a leg for a pin. She gasped, and heard the countdown begin. The moment the count reached "one," however, she kicked out, the motion allowing her to twist and get a shoulder up nice and early.

When she twists her shoulder up off the mat, Blaise lifts to his knees beside her. He's not even disappointed - he'd expected as much. But it means he's going to have to do more to her. If he's going to have his first win, this feels like the right time and place to do it - when there's something to prove. More than usual, anyway.

Blaise shoves at her shoulder and hip to try to roll her over onto her front, and promptly mount atop her rear. He makes a grab for her opposite wrists to criss-cross them under her chin and begin pulling back in a modified camel clutch, hoping to arch her body into a tight backwards angle between his legs.

Makie's lungs pumped in her chest as she mustered the strength to kick out. Feeling Blaise release her, she took a few desperate gasps of air, before she felt Blaise shove her roughly by the shoulder. She grunted as she was rolled onto her front, and groaned a little as she pressed her palms and knees against the mat, trying to push herself upright.

Instead, she felt a weight press down on her butt as Blaise straddled her. Alarm bells went off in her mind as she realized what Blaise was up to next. "No..." she groaned, squirming under Blaise, but her wrists were quickly grabbed. She cursed, kicking her legs and twisting her arms, but soon found her arms crisscrossing under her chin. Then, her entire upper body was wrenched back painfully, her own arms used against her as the forced her chin backwards.

"Auuuugh!" Makie cried as she was stretched. Her legs kicked at the mat, and she was left unable to do anything but bear it as best she could.

Makie struggled. Blaise expected that much. But once he's got the hold locked in, he's pulling back to wrench the girl's body as tight as possible. Her pained cries are all the validation he needs, and put in contrast to the smarmy remarks he's endured from her and the head games, it's downright musical. Comeuppance, he'll consider it. But it won't be complete until she's tapping.

Well... tapping metaphorically. She kind'a can't in this hold.

"Submit!," he barks at her, finally putting voice to his frustrations again. He leans back a little further, hips digging against her rear. The closer he feels he comes to a victory over her, the more energetic he becomes. "Check'er, ref! Check'er!"