Mikazuki Hayase vs Blair Dame - Run, Rabbit, Run!

[Null Spell]

He didn't have the strength to meaningfully fight against his small frame being lifted, so Mikazuki was fully aware there wasn't any hope of breaking free once she held his body close to hers. What might've been an envious position for some was offset by his head being angled towards the mat. It was one he was particularly wary of due to the cause of his mother's retirement from wrestling. He couldn't bring himself to appreciate the display of strength.

Mikazuki tucked his chin right before he was driven down like a nail! The impact still made his body stiffen upright, collapsing back down onto the mat once Blair let go.

“2…3!”

When his eyes opened with a languid motion, he was sure he was in the process of dying. All the noise that'd made his heart race was drowned out by the throb in his head. There was also the minor issue of Blair's weight literally crushing him. Both seemed like nonissues compared to what just happened.

He'd made good on his promise to knock her on her ass, but he still felt unfulfilled. Mikazuki couldn't even appreciate the sight of having it right in his face! Pain wasn't the only reason for the glower creeping upon his face as he regained a drifting consciousness. He wanted his irritation to be clear in the glare he set on Blair. Assuming she got off of him before his ribs caved in.

“Why… Why didn't you go for that… at the start?” He’d shout the complaint at her and force her to answer for her crimes if only his voice wasn't so weak from fatigue. Getting hit by that earlier would've raised the stakes by a heart-pounding degree! Trying to claw his way back into the match after something like that sounded like a fun challenge. One that'd been denied from him. Could he endure it? Counter it? Now he'd never know…

It was okay for him to mess around a little, but it was utterly insulting and unforgivable for his opponent to hold back like that!

[BlackAkuma]

As far as Blair was concerned, the three count was a mere formality. She had only executed this move a handful of times in her career, so few that she could recall the instances in her head and make a list if need be. It was the move she went to when all else failed, and Mikazuki should’ve been honored that she felt pressured to use it in the first place, a clear sign of her desperation. He was now part of an exclusive club.

The crowd went wild, and while she would’ve loved to share in their adulation, she was more focused on the man between her legs, as she sucked in oxygen and tried to keep her breathing under control. She could scarcely hear him over the din, but what she could suss out raised her eyebrow. The man seemed legitimately insulted that she hadn't used her best move at the start of the match.

She didn’t respond to him with words - not at first, anyway. While the match was over, there was a tradition she had to follow, and he would be no exception. After taking a moment to massage her neck, Blair raised to her knees, moved forward, and let her ass come down on his face, silencing him with a reverse facesit, the coda to all her matches.

”The reason, young man, is that you never play your best card until the time is right. They’re called ‘finishers’, for a reason.” She put her hand on her hips and looked over her shoulder, down his way. ”Any other questions?”

[Null Spell]

Despite where his initial thoughts were, it was increasingly difficult to ignore the view Blair was giving him. Impossible after it was quite literally shoved in his face. Having someone use his face as a makeshift seat was… certainly a new experience. Considering who it was, one he didn't necessarily mind. Once he got over the initial panic of her flattening his head, and his shallow breathing being snuffed out entirely. He imagined some people would pay to be in the position he was in.

Mikazuki wasn't a prude by any means. It wasn't like he was unaware of what promotion he was a part of. Yet, his shock was a bigger factor in him being still than his exhaustion. That and the fact he couldn't move his head all too well. His surprise would've been evident on his face if he was visible at all under her.

He wasn't expecting something so… improper from her. Or maybe he was wrong about how modest he presumed her to be? Not complaining either way. In fact, he couldn't seem to remember why he'd been irritated a few moments ago. His scowl had been reversed too. Mikazuki just couldn't figure out what might've changed his mood. Oh well!

[BlackAkuma]

It was always interesting to see the way her opponents reacted to having their faces sat on, especially when it came on the heels of a relatively standard match. Some struggled, resisted, made their displeasure known - or, at least, pretended to not like it in order to save face. Others simply accepted because they were too worn out or didn’t care either way. Others still enjoyed the experience, and would likely have let her sit there all day, with only the occasional break for option.

It was hard to say what category Mikazuki fit into, but she supposed it didn’t matter, eithe way. This was happening regardless of his feelings on the matter.

It wasn’t meant to last long, anyway, with her having no desire to see him unconscious. She waited a few moments, letting the audience take their photos, before she planted her hands on his chest and pushed up, rising to her feet with her arched back in a motion that would’ve gone well with any stripper poles.

Blair Dame stepped off Mikazuki’s prone body and looked him over, with the smallest satisfied smile. He had been something of a pain to fight, but now that her blood had settled, she could acknowledge that he had the skill to at least back up some of his words. That was worth something.

[color=#0048b]”I hope you learned a valuable lesson today, young man.”[/color] She wagged a finger his way. ”Take care that your tongue doesn’t write a check that your skills can’t cash, understand?”

With that word of wisdom dropped, Blaire Dame promptly spun about on her heel and proceeded to make her way out of the ring, taking care to hide the multiple aches and pains her body was harboring. A long ice bath was in her near future. ”Until we meet again.”

[Null Spell]

Was that the lesson to be learned? He got to fight someone almost a full foot taller than him, someone quite skilled too. And after what she just did, he felt pretty rewarded for his taunts and messing around. Guess there was the matter of losing the match, his debut of all things. Referring to his previous two points, he couldn't say he was too torn up about it.

Mikazuki pushed himself to sit up despite his dizziness prompting him to stay down for a bit longer. Oddly enough, he was feeling rather invigorated again. Mentally at least. He'd take her parting words as an invitation to really annoy her and hound her for another round of roughing each other up. Once his head wasn't killing him, of course.