Cougar Hunting: Aaron Wei Vs Blair Dame

[Cosmos]

Match Type: Pro Standard
Special Rules: N/A
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, KO, or Submission

Aaron Wei

It's natural for many to feel nervous before their debut match in a new federation. Not Aaron, though. He's excited. His fingers twitch restlessly, as if he keeps getting zapped by electricity. His head turns constantly to steal glances at the clock, impatiently waiting for the hands to strike the prescribed time. His manager, both in the art of filming and the art of wrestling, shakes his head as he leans against the wall.

Salvatore Gotti, Aaron's degenerate manager

"Would ya chill already, kid? You look like you've had about a dozen cups of coffee."

"C'mon, Sal." The red head flashed a grin towards the older man. "I'm about to make my entrance on a whole new stage! You got any idea how popular this fed is with babes? I'm about to steal a whole load of hearts tonight! And maybe even score with a couple of them..." A suggestive cock of an eyebrow as Aaron began to imagine the multitude of good times that tonight could grant him... "Tell me about this sexy 'lil number you got for me. Measurements and all."

"Oh, don't ya sweat it A-Ron! I made sure you set you up with the kind of lady who ticks all your boxes! I don't wanna give too much away, but she's a strong gal, and the perfect type for ya!" His manager clenched a fist, grinning. "Trust me, you'll be bowing before me and kissing my feet for giving you such a golden opportunity! So don't you go squandering it! I want a helluva lotta action from you out there, make a damn first impression that will be talked about for years to come!"

"Heh. Sorry gramps, but bowing and kissing feet ain't my style." Aaron's smirk stretched across his lips. "Just remember what you need to do out there if things start to take a turn for the worst."

"You got it, baby!" Gotti peered up at the clock. "Well, looks like it's time to get down 'n dirty! Ready for your big night, A-Ron?"

"Heh, you even gotta ask? I was born ready for this, man."



The pair would make their way out of the dressing room and through the backstage area towards the arena, as the opening of Aaron's entrance theme began to play. Almost on instinct, the red head begins to head bang to the sound of the guitar, and he emerges onto the entrance ramp right as the vocals kick in. Red pyrotechnics fire off on either side of him, sending fireworks streaking into the air. Gotti keeps behind him, as the announcer introduces the firebrand and his manager to the cheering crowd. Then Aaron moves down to the ring, his eyes drawn to the cameras tracking him along with the curious gaze of the female audience members. He makes a conscious effort to emphasise his status as female eye candy, hands slipping under his jacket to tease the shredded abs and toned pecs underneath. Accompanied with a few select winks to certain girls, it's a triumph as he catches them swooning under his gaze.

Just a matter of course for him.

Once wrestler and manager arrive at the side off the ring, Gotti remains outside while Aaron clambers up to the apron with the aid of the ropes. Gripping the top one, the young stud decides a statement is needed here - and vaults over them to ascend to the nearest turnbuckle. Rolling his shoulders and jostling his arms a bit, his jacket falls loosely down to expose his shoulders to the spectators, another play to the females present. He shakes the article of clothing off, tossing it with one hand down to his manager's awaiting hands. And then, with a wink, Aaron backflips off the corner post to land down upon his heels in the middle of the ring. A flawless execution, which prompts the spectators to pop off for that manoeuvre as the canvas rumbles under him. The bell hasn't even chimed yet, and he's already treating them to a show. He considers himself a generous guy, after all.

All that awaited at this point was to go to his corner and wait for his fellow competitor. But in his mind, he's the star tonight. They're just an extra. If Gotti was to be trusted, a hot one, but a side piece all the same compared to him. Smirking, Aaron moves to the nearest corner and allows the referee to check him over, his eyes fixed upon the entrance ramp for his opponent's arrival...

Aaron's Match Gear

[BlackAkuma]

As Aaron entered, Blair waited backstage, watching him from the monitor and taking note of all she saw, looking on with folded arms and a curious eye. Bombastic. Eye-catching. Spirited. She could have come up with many and more words to describe the man she saw before her, but one came to mind more than others: Interesting.

That interest had sprung up when the challenge was made, one that specifically requested her. If this had just been a random match against a random opponent, she would’ve been fine with waiting until they met in the ring for her impressions to form, but the fact that she had been called out made her curious about the man she was facing. A little research was in order.

Aaron Weis. She thought the name sounded familiar, and upon looking him up, she learned why. She had heard of his films and recalled reading an article about him, a star coming into the business from the outside and making his name in the ring. Unlike many, he came off as the real deal - she’d caught a few of his matches and saw him to be competent, for the most part. A tad braggadocious, perhaps, and the dynamic he had with that manager of his was a cause for concern, but being confident and coming with backup were hardly new things to wrestling.

Pair all that with him being a rather handsome young man, and she was thoroughly looking forward to this. Whatever the case, it wouldn’t be boring.

A moment passed after his theme music ended before the lights dropped and

, soothing the crowd with a haunting melody. Blair came through the curtain and descended the ring, illuminated by a spotlight. She sauntered up the steps and slipped through the ropes as the lights returned, allowing her to look at the man in person for the first time.

She regarded him for a moment with the slightest of smiles and gave an approving nod, then stepped forward to meet him at the center of the ring. Certain traditions had to be followed before they began.

”Bonjour, monsieur Wei.” She extended her hand with the palm facing down, expecting it to be kissed. A simple courtesy. She kept her head held high and stood straight, towering over him by a good six inches, she wagered. ”A pleasure meeting you.”

[Cosmos]

Aaron wasn't kept waiting for long - a new theme song began to play, one that aimed to lull the crowd with a melody after his hot blooded music had blasted across the arena. His eager eyes caught sight of the opponent coming to join him in the ring.

"Damn."

It took every inch of will power to keep his jaw from dropping. Bright blue hair tied into a spiky ponytail, a contrast to his own one, which was fiery and sleek. Muscles taut, clearly defining her many, many curves. Her leotard clings to her body tightly, complimenting this beauty's physique well. Calling her 'sexy' feels insufficient. Lacking, even. The best part becomes evident as she slips through the ropes to enter the ring. She's older. Much older. Old enough to be his mom. And taller than him.

He can't help but grin. It's like he just played the slots and ended up getting triple 7s. He can just hear Ashen teasing him about his barely hidden kink in his head. Pfft, like she could talk. Simping after Cao, a guy much older than herself. But that was a story for another time. He glanced at Gotti, standing outside the ring with a hand in his pocket. The other one lifts up and gives Aaron a thumbs up, along with a wink that conveyed a silent message to the red head. "Didja ever doubt me?"

"Salvatore Gotti, you glorious bastard."

A smile seems to tug at the beauty's lips as she fixes her gaze briefly on Aaron, nodding at him. Approval? Acknowledgement? He hasn't even said a word yet, and he's got her intrigued. Maybe even a little charmed? But she's alluring in her own way. He's curious. He wants to know more about her. He approached the middle of the ring, eager to join her. And that's when he starts to really get a sense of how tall she is. She towers over him. This babe is strong, and with that realisation comes a question to himself. Is he the sort of guy who loves a girl that can kick his ass? He's never been in this position before. But it's far from an unwelcome one. The fact that she speaks French is an added bonus, her sensual accent slipping easily into his ears. Her hand is offered, the palm faced down. Hm. Not his usual style, admittedly. He isn't one for pleasantries. And yet...it'd be rude on such a global stage, before the bell had rung, to rebuke her or demand more. Besides, he can't help but savour a taste.

He takes her wrist in hand gently, lowering his head down. "The pleasure is all mine, beautiful." His lips brush over the back of her hand, granting it with a kiss. "I ain't big on formalities normally, but since you're an 11 out of 10, I'll gladly make an exception for ya..." He lifts his head up and smirks at her. "Question is, am I lucky for getting to tussle with such a hot cougar tonight? Or are you the lucky one for getting to savour this sizzling body lying on you for the three count...?~" A playful glint in his eyes as he winks at her. "Don't think ole' Gotti there gave me the courtesy of your name, Ms...?"

[BlackAkuma]

To his credit, Aaron followed the proper protocol and blessed her hand with a kiss, as courtesy dictated. Starting her matches off this way was a great way for Blair to gauge the temperature of her opponents and learn something about them before the game even began, and with Aaron, that was no different.

If he had left it had that, his acceptance would’ve given her more than a little to chew on. But then he spoke, and what came out of his mouth was rather intriguing. She canted her head at the compliments - crude, crass, but she wouldn’t begrudge the man for paying her respect in a way that was familiar to him. One word did stick out to her, though: ‘Cougar’. She had a quiet chuckle at that - not the first time the term had been applied her way.

Did she fancy younger men? Not in particular. She didn’t shy away from them, either. Maturity, or a lack thereof, could come at any age, and that was what she tended to look for in her partners more than anything. She didn’t even care too much about the physical aspects, though it was clear Aaron couldn't say much the same.

A sizzling body, you say?” She looked him over, as if noticing his physique for the first time. He was fit, certainly, but she wasn’t about to let him know she recognized that. ”Mademoiselle.” She was quick to correct. ”And as to your question, well…we will, see, won’t we? I have other concerns…”

Blair rubbed her chin as she tipped her head from side to side, getting a good view of his features. Soft skin. Smooth. A pleasant nose. ”Yes, yes, you will do nicely.” She nodded as she came to a consensus. ”Your face will make an excellent seat, young man.”

The gauntlet was tossed and his fate was sealed. Blair threw a knowing smile his way and moved back to her corner, ready for the match to begin.

[Cosmos]

She didn't seem at all offended by the nod to her age. In fact, a wry chuckle emerged from her lips, as if amused more than anything. Aaron's maturity level tended to match his age, not that he had any idea that was what she was currently contemplating. His pleasures were far too lecherous, too juvenile. But perhaps LAW was the necessary ground to grow...or indulge in his sinful ways. The jury was still out in that regard.

He quirked an eyebrow at her playfully as she gazed over him, inspecting the red head's toned and sleek body. He wasn't slighted by the insinuation that she had only just taken note of his physique. Anyone could see from afar how great he looked. He'd spent many hard hours in the gym cultivating it, and Aaron was going to milk it for all it was worth. "Look all you want, mademoiselle. Staring is free, along with the first kiss. Word of warning, I start charging from the second." He added with his hands in his pockets, grinning as he flirted with her. Making a pointed effort to use the French term for her. Maybe that'll be her nickname, since she didn't divulge her actual name to him. What a tease.

Though, now that he thinks about it...crap. Why didn't he make more of an effort to learn French? Not like he thought he'd be wrestling a sexy French cougar when he was younger, but still. The movie star knew a certain phrase that he could slip into the match later, one he'd used before on a maiden from Paris. That had been a good night for them both. But right now he needs to focus. He doesn't have other concerns, but this lady sure does. She tilted her head left and right, taking in his handsome, roguish face. When she conceded that he'd do nicely, Aaron felt triumph rise up within him. Was he going to score already?

Then she made a statement he certainly hadn't been expecting. But he didn't balk at the notion. No, his grin simply intensified. "Oh yeah? I don't doubt a lotta guys would want to offer their faces up to be your personal cushion, lady." Maybe he's even a little curious himself. But Aaron isn't one to simply lie down and let her take advantage. She's gonna have to work for it. Besides... "Gotta be honest mademoiselle, I think your ass will look its hottest when I'm giving it a fierce spanking." Just the thought of watching it jiggle under his palm is enough to get the red head's motor racing. "You won't be sitting for a week once I clap those immaculate cheeks."

A final wink as he turned back to his own corner. The referee signalled for the bell - DING DING DING! - and the match was officially underway!

[BlackAkuma]

He wasn’t wrong - many men did seek to be beneath her. It hadn't been a thing so long before she took a hiatus from wrestling, but ever since she returned, she noticed it in far greater volume. When she grew bored at night and needed a good laugh, she would often take to the internet and see what the fans were saying about her. She would invariably stumble on discussions about her finest assets, some of them disturbingly long and detailed. There was even art, though she tried to avoid looking at some of the saucier illustrations.

So it wasn’t surprising that he would express some admiration, though the way he chose to do so was rather crass and unbecoming of a lady. She raised her eyebrow as he spoke of ‘clapping cheeks.’ While she was old, she wasn’t so out of touch with modern parlance that she didn’t know what he was referring to. His boldness was beginning to cross the line, but she decided to give him a pass for the moment. She would see how this developed.

”You have an interesting notion for how this will go down, young man.” She tightened her gloves, one after the other, and stepped back into the starting position. ”An incorrect one. But fear not - Blair Dame is an excellent teacher, when the occasion calls.” Up came her arm, her legs raised, moving into an orthodox stance, ready to engage. ”Let’s begin.”

After a quick check to make sure they were ready, the referee called for the bell and Blair began to move around the ring, keeping her distance at first but slowly working her way in. His build gave little away to what sort of wrestler he was, and while she guessed he was the flashier type based on his demeanor, he could always defy expectations. Best to be sure of such things.

She waited until she was close enough, then moved in with an abrupt step, closing the distance with arms raised to force him into a collar-and-elbow tie-up. She aimed to apply pressure and force him towards the ropes, seeing how well he would respond to her strength.

[Cosmos]

A bombshell like her was no doubt popular on social media. Aaron certainly had his draw of fans even though he'd really only wrestled in the indie leagues so far. There were even calls for him to start an OnlyFans, but he had refuted the idea, claiming 'the Aaron Wei can't be captured solely through a monitor screen' with a playful wink. He wondered if she had ever received those kind of demands.

Even though she was of a different generation, the raised eyebrow of the French babe was enough of a sign that she was clued up enough with the current lingo to understand his meaning. Good to know, although Aaron wasn't above teaching those of a more naïve nature exactly what the implication was. Those girls tended to be the cutest when he scored.

"What can I say? I like to exceed women's expectations." He flirted with her. God, even the way she adjusted her gloves was hot. And then he finally managed to capture her name. Blair, huh? A quirky name. It suited her, in his mind. He meant it as a compliment, but he didn't voice it. Just in case she didn't accept it positively. "Ready to tussle when you are, mademoiselle."

Once the bell sounded across the canvas, he moved out of his corner, conscious of his manager and some nearby fans wishing him luck. He watched the blue haired woman move methodically around the ring, mirroring her movements as he kept in sync with her. Given her size and physique, he had to assume she was a power based wrestler. But there was something in the way her fists and legs moved. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it suggested that, while she was skilled at wrestling, it wasn't her real forte. He could be wrong, but it was best to play it cautiously for now at the beginning, as much as it wasn't his usual style. Aaron liked to take risks where possible.

The two of them reached the vicinity of the other. Blair closed the gap with a sudden step, lifting her arms to bring Aaron into a collar-and-elbow tie-up. He swiftly complied, his hands gripping the nape of her neck as well as her arms. Her skin is toned, yet surprisingly smooth, to his satisfaction. He dug his heels into the canvas, trying to assert his own. And while he was definitely putting up resistance, Blair's size meant that the red head playboy soon felt his feet sliding under him. Despite this, he smiled. Good to know this wouldn't be boring by any measure.

pcolor=#FF4000]"Heh...gotta say, age clearly hasn't diminished your strength...that's pretty hot..."[/color] Aaron admitted. He couldn't let her push him too close to the ropes. Otherwise, he'd have no room to counter. It had to be now. "Sorry to say it though...but I was the kid that played truant from school...although if I'd have had a teacher as sexy as you, I might have stuck around."

Then, Aaron would attempt to break the lock up, attempting to draw his hand down Blair's arm and seize her wrist. If successful, his other hand would lock on as well and tug her past him, aiming to send her to the ropes to rebound! His arm primed and ready to swing at her chest for a clothesline!

[BlackAkuma]

While Aaron was in decent shape, Blair wasn’t sure whether he would take the bait and answer her call to lockup - to do so would be unwise. He was the smaller one between them by no small margin, giving up around half a foot and seventy or so pounds, had she to fathom a guess. That was no easy hill for anyone to climb, and she suspected he would try something to get out of such an exchange. A clever trick, a fakeout, somesuch.

More fool her. Aaron took her head on, locking horns and engaging, holding fast even as she continually pushed forward with dogged determination. He made an impressive effort, but there was no fighting her power, not from this position. She grunted, tensed up, but didn’t exert herself enough to diminish her smile. She had him under control.

She had a small laugh at his comments - talkative sort, wasn’t he? Before she could have a full-blown laugh, however, he showed his hand and pulled away, using her momentum against her to send her off into the ropes. She hit them, came running back, and found a clothesline waiting for her.

A good move, well-executed, and it likely would’ve worked well on anyone in his weight class…which Blair Dame was most decidedly not. The clothesline smacked her on the chest and ground her to a sudden halt, but while it was far from pleasant, it wasn’t nearly enough to floor her, as he might have expected. Instead, she looked down at him with the slightest amusement, head tilted to the side, opened up her arms, and stepped back with her chest wide open.

”Try again. But harder.”