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It was beyond obvious that Blair was basically toying with him for the majority of the match thus far. She didn't even give chase when Thompson retreated to go catch his breath, and instead just got back up on her feet and opted for catching her own little break. Boy, it was rough work having to kick somebody's a** so much in such a short amount of time!

That was okay, though. Blair didn't mind letting him steal a moment to himself, because while he was lollygagging, she was strutting in a circle around the mat and further rallying the crowd, basking in the glory of multiplied cheers and boos simultaneously showering her. Gradually her circle tightened till she was standing center-ring, now fanning herself like she was all hot and bothered from having to fight Thompson in such a form-fitting outfit. No wonder she proceeded to unzip the front of her biker suit thereafter, flaunting and somewhat exploiting the fact that she'd "forgotten" to wear anything decent to cover her up underneath it.

And, with a flamboyant toss of the hair she was turning back just enough to have a glance at Thompson again, flashing him a smug little smile.

"What is it, Sugah? You done already? Such ah shame, I was hopin' you'd last more than five seconds... but, I guess my body's just too much for ya. Am I right?~ "

While Thompson jumped back into the ring, Blair was sufficiently ignoring him. The referee just had to stand around and wait on the old Bonehead to crawl back to the mat, whereas the "biker trash" was simply standing around, seemingly more interested in appreciating how nice her manicure was rather than giving Thompson the time of day. That is, until she actually remembered that she was still in the ring with him. Upon that remembered memo she tilted her head up and gave Thom a somewhat surprised kind of look, eyeing him while he cowered in the corner.

"OH! Sorry, didn't realize you were still here, Darlin'. "

It was a shame that Blair hadn't any intention of being the one to charge in like a battering ram. Unlike Thompson, that totally wasn't her style. Instead, her style consisted of playing hard to get, and even though he'd called her up to center-mat, she was too busy practicing her skipping skills to pay attention to him. So, he got to watch while she pranced around in a circle around the ring, passively waving to the crowd and blowing a few kisses, some of which were directed at Thompson, himself.

"What's tha matter, Thompson? Too 'fraid to do anythin' but stand an' watch?~ "

Though not having expected being thrown to the mat, Blair's initial response was to catch her fall and not knock her jaw into the floor of the ring. Thus, her hands caught her before the mat caught the rest of her, body sinking into a push-up that was heavily weighed down by Thompson's pin. From that point he was cinching his arm around her neck similar to how she'd had his neck noosed earlier. The only difference was that he was a big, burly wrestler compared to her, and it wouldn't take but a short while for him to choke her out.

This totally wasn't fair. It's just not polite to mount a girl like that without permission! She was definitely going to get him back for it, too, starting with a strained sweep of the arm that sought to jam the wrist of the arm that was currently propping him up. Jerking her arm back, she gave another quick jolt to his arm, attempting to force it to buckle juuust enough to where she could jerk her head back and crane her spine so that, as he dipped down, she'd be reaching up to knock him in the face. If that successfully distracted him, then the rest of her plan would be perfect for getting out of this rape-cage of a pin.

Using her core muscles to help drag her knees in towards her chest, she forced Thompson's body to curl along with the curve of her back, further mucking up his ability to keep his leverage over her while the same arm that had jabbed at his wrist now went to work with bumping him like a hammer. She couldn't exactly thrust her elbow into his shoulder, but his ribs were a fine target, all the same. One jab, two jab, three jab, four - what she lacked in strength in comparison to him, she made up with speed. Each time she yanked her elbow back, she furthered the force and momentum it would take to both knock his balance off to one side as well as bruise a rib. Then, with a fifth and final knock of his ribs, she shoved herself off the floor by her free arm and knees, using what strength she did have along with her balance-breaking strums of the elbow to roll Thompson over.

Now, Blair was the one on top, dragging in a struggling breath as she went in with both arms, working on the arm Thompson had around her neck. One hand on his wrist seemed hell-bent on squeezing with intent to snap a bone, even if it might be in vain. Meanwhile, the other hand was sinking its claws into the bend of his arm, seeking to scratch and draw blood till her struggles amounted to just enough room for her to pair a firm bite with her squeeze and scrapes. And, if Thompson thought he was going to keep this chokehold up, he was gonna have to be willing to lose a chunk of his arm. Literally.

While Thompson waited in expectation for Blair to get up from the mat, she opted for staying down while she still had the advantage of being out of his range of fire. Close range with this sort of ring partner wasn't the epitome of fun once he managed to get a hold of her. Blair knew that, and so she went directly into a low-riding assault, supporting her weight on her hands as she coiled herself into a crouch before unraveling into a slightly modified low spinning sweep kick, attacking Thompson at the ankles to try and bring him down to mat.

That snobbish smile was back again, and as soon as Thompson was on the mat Blair was going in for the kill, literally. Before he knew it he'd have her straddling his upper torso while he was pinned on his back, both of her hands gripping his throat in a double choke hold, deliberately trying to get him to tap out before he ran out of breath, and before he could manage to lash back.

The blow to her head definitely got her to release him. With the room suddenly spinning for her it'd be cake for Thompson to yank Blair into his Gogoplata hold, leaving her to gasp in a pained breath of air before he pulled her in and choked the air right out of her again. In due reply he'd have her claws digging into him for a second time, whereas her free arm took the opportunity to lunge for him and take a rake and a stab at Thompson's eye, his face pretty much getting attacked by the equivalent of an angry cat that hadn't been declawed.