Cougar Hunting: Aaron Wei Vs Blair Dame

[Cosmos]

If Blair had let on to Aaron that she'd never use that word to describe herself...well...he'd still use the term, honestly. Just not in earshot of her. He might be crass, but he's also willing to please a lady by any means necessary. Except the most sadistic, dominant types. Those were a step too far even for him. He wanted to have fun, not end up with injuries. But Blair would be pleased to know that Aaron boasted a lot of stamina, and certainly not just in the ring.

The soles of his boots collided with the french woman's chest head on. He falls to the canvas on recoil, and begins to get up on one knee. He peers up - in time to see the statuesque stunner rebounding off the ropes straight for him like an incoming freight train! Her own leg rises, that sharp heel of hers crashing right into his chest and sending him down onto the canvas! "Oof!!"

The red head's back crashed onto the floor, clutching his chest where he'd been struck. There was a mark forming there, a bit of swelling, but despite taking the hit, Aaron is still grinning. There's something alluring about the kind of girl that can give you a run for your money in the ass kicking department. It just reaffirms to him that the blue haired mademoiselle certainly won't be boring him. But for now, he's recuperating on the ground while massaging his aching pecs. Prime for whatever move she has planned next.

[BlackAkuma]

And down he went. Naturally.

There was no other result - she had the size advantage over him, and Blair’s legs were exceedingly strong, even for her size. He was quick and strong, but so was she, and it was only a matter of time before she put the man down. The only question was whether he’d get up - or, more accurately, if she would let him.

No. She thought not.

There were, of course, a cavalcade of moves she could’ve used to keep him down and under control from here. She could’ve brought her foot up and booted him in the head. She could’ve descend on him and caught his waist in a bodyscissors, cutting him in half. She could’ve even jumped up and driven her heels into his stomach, a debilitating blow.

Instead, she raised her foot and lowered her heel onto his chest, pushing him back to the mat with a slow but unrelenting force, pinning him underneath her heel as she towered over him with her hands on her hips. She looked down at him with the barest glimmer of amusement, as if she were studying some microbe underneath the microscope.

”Tell me, young man,” She canted her head to the side. ”What’s going through your mind right now?”

[Cosmos]

Blair is peering down upon him, bathed by the skylights hanging over the ring. It gives her body the impression of an eclipse, and it's enough to send Aaron feral. God, is she hot. The power dynamic of their positions isn't lost on him either, with the blue-haired French woman in control. He was curious to see how she'd follow up. Maybe he'd be lucky enough to feel her curvaceous thighs squeeze tightly around his head? Or her immaculate breasts descending upon his eager face?

Neither of those dream scenarios happened though. She lifted her boot and placed the heel onto his swollen chest, to force him back down gradually, yet purposefully, to the canvas. Hands placed upon her hips as she seemed vaguely amused by the firebrand under her, fascinated by him. The expression was subtle, but it sent euphoric chills down Aaron's spine in a euphoric.

"My mind?" He replied as Blair tilted her head above him. "Well...if you want the honest to god truth? You're an 11 out of 10, mademoiselle. Perfect mommy material." His words were frank, perhaps even crass to some. Yet there was no hint of dishonesty to them. "Gotta ask, are guys my age your type? 'Cuz if not...I think I might have what it takes to change your mind~"

And then Aaron makes his move. With Blair's heel upon his chest, this is the perfect time to try and throw her off balance. His arm lashes out, the elbow aiming to strike the blue-haired beauty's shin of the leg which currently isn't pinning him down.

[BlackAkuma]

Blair would never label herself as ‘kinky’, though she was fairly certain many would eagerly do so. To be fair, it wasn’t as if she did much to deny that label. She possessed many of the dominatrix’s hallmarks, after all: the boots, the demeanor, the overall vibe. While she had never formally taken on that role, many had asked her to or ascribed it to her, anyway. Let them dream.

There was also the fact that her trademark was sitting on faces.

The difference between her and a dominatrix, in her eyes, was that this wasn’t an act to titillate, nor a role she took on behind closed doors. It was who she was, every day, all day. If others found it alluring, so be it. If they didn’t, just as well.

Aaron, judging by his reaction as she pressed her foot against his chest, fell into the former category. Credit where it was due, the man didn’t bother to hide his feeling, though she had to raise an eyebrow at his choice of words - ‘mommy material’. This would not be the first time someone had called her something similar, and she was still undecided on whether or not she found it flattering or vaguely incestuous.

Whatever the case, she was given little time to answer his question before he lashed out, rammed his elbow against her shin, knocking her away and gaining his freedom - or so he might think. Blair would seek to quash that notion in the next moment, as she brought her leg up, raised it high, and sent it crashing downwards like an executioner’s axe, aiming her heel at the center of his stomach.

[Cosmos]

Aaron didn't really think of himself as a sub, although right now he probably wasn't doing anything to dissuade that idea from anyone's mind. It didn't help that his female adversary had many of his favourite traits. Tall? Check. Thigh high boots? Check. An impressive rack? Check. The face sitting...well, he wasn't quite sold on that yet. But he's an open minded kind of guy! He wasn't going to make it easy, but if Blair wanted to try and make his handsome face into a cushion...

...Look. There could be worse ways to lose a match.

Crap. Had he offended her, judging by that eyebrow lifting on her head? He hadn't meant to! He was just being honest. Like when he'd casually remark to a passing girl that he'd 'hit it'. The reactions tended to vary. Regardless of her response, Aaron didn't offer her any time to reply to the question he posed to her. His elbow nailed her in the shin, sending her staggering. "Hell yeah!" His arm was ringing a little, a testament to the thick muscle hidden in Blair's leg. But that wasn't important right now. Now he just had to-

His train of thought was cut off as Blair drew her leg up high. Aaron's eyes widened. It was an alluring sight. Dominant. Powerful. Sexy. "No. Don't get distracted...!" With only seconds to act, the red head would roll to the side, just narrowly avoiding the French beauty's heel as it stamped into the canvas where his abs had been moments before. "Sheesh, mademoiselle...you know how hard it was to resist dodging that...?"

Springing to his legs in front of her, the Chinese male would attempt to hook Blair's muscled thighs under his arms. His hands gripping her flesh, kneading like dough between his fingers, as he would try to hoist her up with his strength and drop her down onto his awaiting knee for an Atomic Drop!

[BlackAkuma]

Luckily for Aaron, Blair was a tough person to truly anger. Perhaps, in her younger days, she might have taken serious offense to his words and been less inclined to write them off, but time had given her thicker skin to work with. She knew who she was, the sort of thoughts she inspired, and she was content to let those around her think and say as they wished with little complaint. Mostly.

She wasn’t looking to crush him out of malice, more to keep him moving than anything, and that it did. She was still trying to size his skills up, and so far, the picture being painted was an impressive one. He was certainly quick on his feet, nimbly dodging away with enough spare time for a quip afterwards. Opponents like this could be trouble for a woman of her size, but she had dealt with such foes before. It was a matter of patience, something she had in abundance.

Blair moved in again and prepared to press her assault, only for Aaron to catch her off guard as he rose up and surged forward, wrapping his arms around her leg. She should’ve recognized the move, an Atomic Drop was hardly a new sort of attack, but she couldn't recall the last time someone had dared to try such a move on her. That would be all the edge he needed, as it turned out.

By the time she knew what was happening, she was already in the air and coming down, too late to stop it. She crashed on her tailbone and an electric shock worked its way up her spine, making her teeth grit down hard enough to hurt. Blair wasn’t about to fall, but she stumbled away from him as she grasped her back, stunned for a crucial moment.

[Cosmos]

Aaron was no stranger when it came to bold manoeuvres. With the size difference, trying to fully lift Blair into the air was impossible, not to mention suicidal to his chances of winning. So he had to go for something much more manageable, but would still be enough of a shock to her system that he could capitalise on it. Not just any strike would do - he'd already learned his painful lesson that this blue haired Amazon was built like a steel wall. Which is why he opted for the Atomic Drop.

Luckily, it seemed Blair hadn't accounted for him trying such a move on her. It took some strength, but the red haired playboy succeeded in slamming her tailbone down onto his awaiting knee. He flashed a cheeky smile at her while she gritted her teeth, stumbling backwards and clutching her back in an attempt to nurse it. He had to admit, the French beauty looked damn sexy when she was on the receiving end. Almost as sexy as when she was dishing it out.

If he was going to take advantage of her stunned state, he was going to make a real statement here. Show everyone what he was all about in his debut. "What, I got you weak in the knees here? I have that effect on girls, y'know. Tell you what, mademoiselle - you can keep these when we're done here. 'Lil souvenir." That cryptic warning would be followed by Aaron gripping his pants with his hands. In a single motion, he would tear them clean off to reveal his true gear!

Spoiler

This however, was only the start of what was actually a signature move - Dragon Unleashed. Yeah, he's proud of this one. The ladies always go wild for it. Those pants, gripped between his fingers, would actually be flung free to soar through the air, right into Blair's face. Hoping to blind her briefly with the article of clothing, Aaron would follow up with a superkick that thrusted right at his opponent's head in order to knock her down!

Spoiler

[BlackAkuma]

Credit where it was due, Blair had certainly not expected to find herself on the receiving end of an Atomic Drop. Even before she bulked up to her current size, it was a move that was sparsely used by the women she fought and even less so by the men, though she couldn't venture a guess as to why - a fear of impropriety perhaps?

Whatever the case, it was certainly effective. The tailbone wasn’t a part of the body where she was accustomed to feeling pain, which made it all the more insufferable when it did happen. But she was recovering quickly, and she would only need a few seconds before-

…wait. What was he doing?

Blair looked over, befuddled, as Aaron suddenly removed his pants to reveal his tights underneath. It made for quite a spectacle, one that no shortage of ladies in the audience appreciated, along with certain men as well, but it caught her wholly off guard.

She realized, too late, that was entirely the point, as he flung the trunks in her face. Blair batted them aside out of reflex, creating an opening that Aaron filled with a sharp superkick, one that struck her clean on the jaw and sent her flopping to the floor, hitting the canvas with enough force to rattle the ropes.

Smart move. Again, credit where it was due.

[Cosmos]

Some might say Blair had done nothing to warrant such a devious trick. Aaron would agree with them. But it wasn't about trying to get one over on the French beauty. The fact that he had managed to take her by surprise? It was certainly the cherry on top, but it wasn't his main goal. No, his mission was to draw all eyes from everyone present towards him. The audience. The referee. His opponent. He was a star, a showstopper who drew in moths like a flame. The smirk on his lips wasn't from his heel colliding with the Amazon's jaw, or the satisfying sound that came with it. It was knowing that he was the center of attention in this moment. The red haired playboy lived for it. Yearned for it. Craved it.

Almost as much as he craved Blair, to be honest. Seeing her crash down onto the canvas, Aaron felt the ring tremble under his feet. The ropes themselves rattled from the shock of the impact. He paced forward, a roguish smile stretching across his lips "Apologies, mademoiselle. But all's fair in romance and the ring, right?" Winking down at her with his hands upon the hips of his freshly unveiled trunks. "Like I said, feel free to keep those after the match. Depending on how the night goes, I might even let you have more."

That innuendo was left in the air as the playboy crouched down to take Blair's fine, shapely legs in hand. His fingers pressed into her skin, kneading it like fine bread dough as he tucks her legs under his arms. Aaron whistled, peering down at her. "Just checkin', I'm ain't the first guy to tell ya that you've got a killer set of thighs, right?" Complimenting her, while at the same time preparing to turn the French gal onto her front and rest his rear on her back for a Boston Crab submission!

[BlackAkuma]

Blair ran a tongue over her teeth, slicing along them, upper and lower. Yes, still there, thank goodness. The last thing she needed at her age was a dental emergency.

After she realized that and some sense returned to her, Blair managed a thin, wry smile. On some level, she knew she should’ve been mad about that little trick that Aaron had pulled, but she just couldn't find it in her to do anything but chuckle at it. The man did not lack for chutzpah, she would give him that much. She wished more of her opponents had that sort of fire.

Besides, she had every intention of paying him back in short order. Her heel would be meeting his skull soon enough.

Blair had every intention of making good on that silent promise, too, and she started to sit up with the intention of getting it done. Before she had the chance, however, she felt his hands at her legs, lifting them up and tucking them under his armpits. It was obvious what he was going for, but knowing what he intended and stopping it were wholly different things.

Blair gritted her teeth as she rolled over and bent backwards, finding herself trapped in one of wrestling’s oldest and most effective holds. She hadn't been that good at taking moves like this in her youth, and suffice to say that growing old and taking a hiatus hadn't made her more flexible. She managed to keep from crying out by some miracle, but that was the best she could hope for. She needed the ropes.

”I might have heard it…from time to time.” She dug her fingers into the canvas and crawled forward. ”Enjoy the view…while you can…” A little further.