Lydia Donelle vs. Blair Dame - One More Dance

[BlackAkuma]

Match Type: Pure Rules
Victory Conditions: Each wrestler is allotted three ropes. After they use the third, pins and submissions on or under the ropes are legal. Closed fist strikes are illegal. 20-count. Interference is strictly prohibited. If no winner is decided after a fifteen minute time limit, then the winner is decided by a panel of three judges.

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leaned in her corner, bouncing on her, keeping her blood flowing as her

began to fade on the speakers. The crowd was suitably hyped, even more than they usually were on a Saturday night. She wished that she could take all the credit for that, and it would even be true to some extent - she had been on a bit of a tear recently, and was gaining good popularity in LAW, something she was genuinely proud of. But no, it was a touch more complicated than that.

‘The Battle of the MILFs’. That was the tagline they were dubbing it on Twitter, apparently, not that Blair Dame paid much attention to that cesspool unless she had to. While she wasn’t exactly ‘internet savvy’, even she was aware of what that particular acronym meant - Lord knew she had been called one enough; she ought to. She found it mildly amusing, and if put her in matches like this, she supposed she couldn't complain too much about the moniker. Let them have their little jokes. She had more intriguing things with which to occupy her mind.

Like Lydia Donelle, for instance. A name she hadn't thought about in a while.

The two of them had met in another age. She, the popular traveling wrestler with a touch of too much confidence, while Lydia was a newcomer trying to find her way. She would concede she had been a tad harsh with the woman when they first met, and went, perhaps, overboard in their first match against each other, feeling the need to put the newcomer in her place, make her pay the dues.

It came back to bite her when, months later, an invigorated Lydia returned to challenge her and take her Lutte De Reines title in a hotly contested Pure Rules matchup. Losing her title was one thing, but losing it outside of the company was a big deal, and her promotion had no small task getting it back under their banner, with her taking a considerable amount of flak for it. It was a fair match, and she didn’t hold an open grudge against Lydia, but even so…

But that was years and years ago. She was a changed woman, and from what she’d gathered through her reading, so was Lydia. With them both reaching the twilight of their careers, she was of a mind to settle old accounts, and since they were both in the same company again, it seemed like as good a time as any to have their rubber match.

She paced in the ring, stepping this way and that as she tried to do something with the excess energy welling up inside her. Call it jitters, call it nostalgia, but she couldn't help but feel as if she’d stepped through a time warp. She was younger, fresher, hungrier. A queer feeling, but not an unwelcome one, and she suspected it would persist when Lydia entered the ring, and the two of them shared in it.

Let her come. Let them finish this.