Damien Williams vs. Blair Dame - It's Been A While

[BlackAkuma]

This was actually a rare treat for Blair Dame. So few wrestlers these days liked to get up close and technical with their grappling - sure they, might start with a collar-and-elbow, but from there things usually devolved into striking matches with wrestling moves mixed in. Which suited her just fine, as she had excelled with both, even in her youth, and anyone trying to outstrike her would quickly see the folly in such an endeavor. But time to time, she did find herself wishing to give her less-used skills a proper workout, to test her technical bones, and Damien was already showing signs of fulfilling the request.

She caught him with the hip toss, bringing him head-over-heels and dumping him on his back to escape the hammerlock. With most, that would’ve been the end of it. In his place, she would’ve resorted to striking after she rose up, and silly her, she was expected much the same from him. Instead, she found herself walking into a side headlock of his own, her face mashed against his impressive pectorals.

With a moment to spare, she might have reversed this into all manner of things - perhaps an atomic drop, or a belly-to-back, or a reversed Northern Suplex. She had time for neither, however, as Damien tossed her over and did unto her as she’d done unto him, planting her with the hip toss.

How cheeky.

She couldn't resist a deep, mirthful laugh, as she looked up and saw that smile of his, still present even through the thicket he called a beard. A shame she would have to cover it up in a moment. ”Not fancy at all.” She sighed and lifted her shoulders enough to avoid being pinned. ”Let’s see what your other two old friends have to say on the matter.”

Blair Dame sat up a bit, pushing Damien back, just enough for his ‘old friends’ to reach him. She brought her legs up and attempted to wrap them around his skull, hoping to pull him into a side headscissors before he could figure out the joke.

[ADarlingDucky]

It was quite the rush, those first few minutes, as Damien and Blair came together in a lockup that sparked countless memories of matches past, all of the muscle memory returning and then some, as he pushed himself against his opponent. There was plenty of training that had come before this moment, of course, but there was nothing that was quite the same as the meeting between two bodies in a real, official bout, and the fact that Blair was ready to meet him on those terms created an electricity in the air. Of course, the two were quick to attempt to get the edge up on one another, and as Damien and Blair fought for control over one another, it would be the blonde who would break their lockup first, moving to a hammerlock only to get flung to the mat swiftly, Blair showing no small amount of awareness as she countered his move! But as Damien landed, he'd roll through and pop back up, and after capturing Blair's head and performing a hip toss of his own, he'd land flush atop her, gazing down at her with a very faint smile, back in control!

For as worried as he might have been about a reuinion with Blair, given how well she knew him and her seeming desire to tease him with the prospect of her and his wife joining together, it was... comfortable. He felt more comfortable with her than someone who didn't know him at all, and that allowed him to feel far more at ease in the ring, which also meant he was far more able to perform as best as he could. And given what a force of nature that Blair could be if she choose, he was most certainly going to be on the top of his game.

Of course, he'd be ever so slightly distracted by the mention of two old friends.

"Old friends? What are- Aagh!" Oh. Ooooh. Those old friends. Damien was clued in quick once Blair's legs swung up to wrap around his head, suddenly yanking him down the length of Blair's body, his hold on her disappearing as he was suddenly placed in a side headscissor. She wasn't off with her description, to be fair. It was, admittedly, not the first time that Damien had his head firmly wedged between Blair's thick thighs, and realistically, if she got ahold of his wife like she was planning, it probably wasn't the last. Still, they offered just as dangerous of a squeeze as they always could, and the blonde would let out a groan as she began to flex her lower body!

"Gghh! Nngh... same... as they... always were..." Damien gasped, before he moved to plant his palms on Blair's thighs, getting a good grip before he would begin to twist himself to try and wind up on his knees, getting a good base before he began to push hard, trying to yank his head free before she could crush him!