Stone vs. Blaise Cameron - Making a Stand

Blaise can't speak up, it's true. He's choking on the air at the moment, and trying to regulate his breathing desperately. In the meantime, he can't engage his muscles enough to resist.

His situation isn't helped at all when Stone grabs him by the throat. Eyes widen, his airways restricted, and his hands immediately to go her wrist to try to work her loose. There's a moment of fear behind those big, blue eyes, but it thankfully washes away as she changes up the hold. The teen's slender body is hoisted across her chest, and he's given long enough to realize what's coming.

"N-," is all he manages to gasp out before his lower back crashes across her upturned knee. This impact earns a sharp, pitchy cry of pain, his body falling limp over her leg immediately. His boots rest on the mat, his head hanging towards the mat with his arms dangling down, the backs of his hands brushing the canvas.

Blaise can't move. His body is in agony; pain shooting up along his spine, his abdominal muscles sore. He pants shallowly through an open mouth, the aforementioned midriff rising and falling noticeably with each breath, eyes screwed shut. Every moment spent in this position hurts, but he can't engage his body enough to move yet.

The impact is so sickening that even Stone found herself wincing away from it, especially since it was coupled by Blaise's screech of abject terror and total pain. It's a sound that no human should ever have to make, and she forced it.

Stone let him lay there, bent in half across her knee like a broken toy. She could imagine the pain he was going through, thinking back to similar positions she'd been in. There's little movement in his body. No struggle, no fight. He's done. Or at least, he looks like it. Either way, she knew better than to chance it and let this opportunity slip away.

She shoved him off her knee and made sure he wound up lying on his back in front of her. Hurting, barely able to speak, and a clear mark for the pin. Would it work? She wasn't naive enough to think it would, given the last time they wrestled, but she had to try for it, anyway. If nothing else, it would wear away on his reserves.

She dropped to her knees, grabbed his leg, and leaned over for him a quick pin, as the referee came in for the count. "1...!"

Suzumi watched and as Blaise hit the mat she let out a whimper. She hurt for him just watching what happened. As Stone pinned him she ran up to the apron and began slapping it with both of her hands simultaneously! the spectacle she created took attention away from her watery eyes. She hated losing and watching someone she cared about on the wrong end of a beating was even worse.

"Come on baby! Kick out and show her what you're made of! You can do it hun! Don't give up!" She shouted at the top of her lungs, trying to whip the crowd into a frenzy. The crowd seemed to oblige her, cheering on the young man!

Blaise was absolutely hurting, there was no doubt about it. Half the audience could feel it, and those who didn't could plainly see it, courtesy of those pesky cameras zooming in on his anguished face. As he's shoved off her knee, the teen feels a mixture of dread and relief - the strain along his spine is considerably lessened, but he knows he's about to be-

-yep. Pinned.

Stone props against him, pulling his mostly-bare leg into the air. The pin-count starts, and he tries to will his body into cooperating. She's been going nuts on him this match, and it's taking its toll. "Nng..." His eyes open to stare up at the skylights.

Suzumi's voice hits him at the same time as he feels the mat shudder under the referee's second count.

"2...!"

"Ee'yah!" With that cry, Blaise twists his body to the side away from Stone, popping his shoulder off the mat and turning to face Suzumi. The wear is obvious on his face, but he casts the girl a persistent, if strained smile nonetheless. He's not out of this.

There was a second where Stone actually thought she might get the pin on Blaise. She wasn't sure why, exactly. Wishful thinking, maybe. Divine intervention. A fleeting hope that she might have knocked some sense into him at some point.

But she wasn't that lucky, and she should've known better. Blaise was a stubborn little bastard when he was on his lonesome. When he was trying to show off for a girl? She would have to knock him out to get the win, she was sure of it. And for that, she'd need to be a little creative.

She got off of him and let out an exasperated groan, as if she was the one who'd been put through the ringer so far and not the one just dishing out the pain. "Come on."

Stone stood back up and reached down, grabbing him by the ankles and forcing both of his feet up. She moved forward, tucking a leg under each of her arms and holding tight. Maybe a little tighter than need be for what she had in mind.

Without a single warning, Stone fell back, pressed her knees against the back of Blaise's thighs as she went, and tried to send him flying towards the ropes with a Slingshot, making sure to give the move a little added snap to increase his airtime.

Blaise needed a little time to get himself together, just some time. But that's the one thing he's not given. The teen's legs are hoisted and squeezed. He expects a submission hold, probably one working over his spine - maybe a sharpshooter? But what he gets is completely different. Stone falls back and she launches him into the ropes!

"Aagh!"

The teen's chest smacks into the flexible barrier, and his arms immediately lash onto the top rope to catch himself. The ropes spring back, whipping him around, and it strains his arms to keep himself from flying back, but he stays clamped. He's in a better position for it, at least!

Well, that's what he's hoping, anyway. In reality, it's disorienting on a body that's already been beaten up, and he's having trouble quickly placing his legs under himself. So he's left at a sort of dangle, his back turned to Stone.

That was another new addition to Stone's moveset. The Slingshot - or Catapault, if you wanted to be fancy - was a little rough for her tastes, but thanks to the weight difference between she and Blaise, it worked like a charm. She was actually surprised by the hangtime she'd managed to get.

But she wasn't done. And when she looked up and saw Blaise dangling there, she knew exactly how to proceed.

Stone rolled over to her stomach and slid forward, coming up underneath Blaise's legs like a slither snake. She grabbed his legs for balance, positioned her knees underneath, and began to slowly, powerfully, inexorably rise to her feet while she held him up on his shoulders. He wasn't the heaviest guy in the league, but it still took some effort to get him up there. She managed.

Stone stood up and held him on her shoulders, for the first part of the Electric Chair. Or, as she liked to call it as her signature move, the Piggyback Smash.

Just as Blaise is finding his footing again, Stone has put her head between his legs. Score! Amirite, fellas? ...Well, that's the joke Blaise might have come up with, were he not in a legit panic. He's hefted into the air, his eyes widening. He's as high as the top rope - even a little taller at this position!

'No. Screw it, no!'

That panic spurs him to desperate action. His thighs clamp around her neck, and he throws his full weight backwards, hoping to yank Stone into a frankensteiner doomed to smash the top of her head against the mat! Of course, if she can maintain her balance, he very well may have just put himself into a dicier position by dangling back behind her!

Something was wrong. Stone figured that out the moment she felt Blaise's legs clamp down around her neck in a tight squeeze, showing far more life than she would've waggered. It wouldn't effect her move, but it was odd.

She thought it was, maybe, just his last gasps, feebly fighting to try and make some semblance of a comeback before she closed the book on him. But then she started to fall back with her movement, and he fell along with her. Only he was doing it faster. And harder.

Stone's feet left the ground and the world spun about, as Blaise took her for a wild ride through the air. It ended with a nasty and rumbling finish, as she came down right on top of her spiky-haired head, flattening it in one move and laying her out on her chest. She was left face down, groaning, trying to let her brain catch up with the rest of her body.

The rotation ends Blaise lying on the mat facedown, thankfully no worse for wear. It was a gamble, and it might have cost him the entire match, but it paid off! He props himself onto an elbow to look back at Stone, confirming it; it paid off well. The minotaur has fallen.

"Ah!" The sound is almost a squeak as Blaise scrambles to turn around, grab her shoulder, and roll her over onto her back. The teen promptly drops atop her, his toned chest pressing against her breasts, his face against her stomach. He didn't care how he pinned her, so long as he took the opportunity while it lasted! It may have been wiser to work her over a little more, and perhaps he was over-reaching to hope she'd stay down, but all he needed was three seconds!