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

[BlackAkuma]

The audience had started firmly in Blair Dame’s camp, as they always were. LAW fans typically favored women in these mixed bouts - after all, they were what most of them had paid to see, and while there was a small chorus who wanted to see a woman lose, the vast majority wanted a female victory. Preferably a dominating one.

That wasn’t what they were getting so far, but they were oddly complacent about it, with a few of them even cheering Damien on as she made her grueling trek to the ropes. She couldn't say for sure why, but if she had to hazard a guess, they respected Damien’s ability, saw his grit, and were slowly coming to his side. He was an attractive man in multiple ways.

It was just an idle thought, a distraction as she continued to power her way to the ropes and earned her salvation. She was relieved to see that Damien remained an honest sort, not milking the hold. That hardly meant she was getting off unscathed, however.

She began to rise, grabbing the ropes for support, and chuckle halfway at his little taunt. She could almost feel that cocky smirk on his face. ”Yes, actually.” She looked over her shoulder with a smirk of her earn, one that was steadily growing to a Cheshire grin. She made her way up with no small amout of twist in her hip, making sure he had a full, distracting view of her backside in the process. ”But only one.”

Blair Dame immediately took advantage of that one second when she threw herself backwards, brought her legs up in an arc and tried to nail Damien clean in the face with a Pele Kick.

[ADarlingDucky]

Damien had released Blair from his submission hold, climbing off of the White Widow and allowing herself to begin rising, but in his mind, he had given the blue haired beauty something far more permanent to wrestle with, and that was the thin little line he presented, and the idea of just how far he was willing to push it. Admittedly, it was all new territory for him. Not necessarily some of more lurid aspects of wrestling, as he and Blair had certainly done some… private wrestling when they were together, so they had plenty of experience in that regard. Rather, it was the idea of doing any of that in front of an actual live crowd that was complete foreign territory to him, something that Blair clearly wouldn’t share with him. She was known for sitting on faces after all, so it was safe to say she didn’t have qualms about such actions.

For now though, she was busy dusting herself off, actually stopping to take Damien up on his offer for a moment of respite. That was a bit odd. He had never known Blair to need a break from action, whether it would be beneficial or not, but as she stood and righted herself, cocking out her hip and displaying the plump curve of her generous backside, it seemed that-

“Oh shi- NNGH!” He saw it just before it hit him. In retrospect, he’d been foolish to think she wasn’t going to suddenly swing at him, given his aforementioned knowledge of her eagerness to keep the action moving. Maybe he had simply believed she needed a moment. Maybe he had subconsciously wanted a second to reset himself as well. Maybe he had been caught staring at her ass. Who could tell, really?

His arm had come up reflexively, but Blair’s foot had crashed into it and continued on to strike him on the head, some of the force being take off by it, but not nearly enough to stop the kick from sending him stumbling backwards, dropping down to a knee eventually. His vision swam, but he was well aware of the opportunity that had just come to Blair. And so, to try and stop her from capitalizing, he’d take a few shaky steps forwards before swinging an arm at her, attempting to catch her with a clothesline as she was rising, in a desperate bid not to be caught on the backfoot!

[BlackAkuma]

Having - in her opinion - the best ass in the heavyweight division brought with it more than a few advantages beyond simply being a top tier facesitter. As it turned out, her butt made an excellent distraction in a pinch, drawing eyes when she needed it to, and that was the case, here. It was like hypnotism, Damien simply couldn't help himself. He was probably getting a little deja vu. Her ass might’ve been a bit more muscular than he remembered, but many of the same features remained…

She was already considering giving him a much closer view, too, especially now that he’d opened the door with that little ear-nibbling. She wasn’t the type to go too far with someone spoken for, but if he was going to show her where the line was, she’d meet him there.

Right now, though, her focus was on making the best of the opportunity she’d made. As she got to her feet, she saw Damien coming her way, arm outstretched, moving on wobbly feet as he tried to clothesline her. Instead of rising up to meet him, she stayed low stepped in to meet him as he came her way, closing the gap.

She brought one arm up to grab his shoulder, slipped the other between his legs, and stood up, bringing her power to the fore as lifted him clean off the canvas. She stepped to the side as she spun him about and turned him upside down, then kicked her legs out and proceeded to drive his neck and upper back into the canvas with a thunderous Michinoku Driver.

If all went well, she’d hold him down for the pinfall - she doubted it would work, but there was no harm in trying from this position.

[ADarlingDucky]

Damn that ass. Damien had been well and truly distracted, and Blair had taken advantage of that moment in the most quick and effective way that she could, a kick that saw her launching her leg at an overhead angle, directly into the blonde's shaky guard. It was no wonder that her strike had powered through the little resistance that he had put up, and when that failed, it would slam directly into his head, sending him staggering back before he dropped down for a moment, his body suddenly sluggish and failing to respond. It was a strange thing, that a kick could suddenly turn this whole match on it's head, but if there was any pair of legs to pack the power to do so, it would be Blair's. Damien wasn't fully down, but as he rose back up and attempted to stop her before she could capitalize, it was on wobbly legs that he came charging at her to throw a clothesline at the White Widow.

It missed, obviously, and if he were thinking clearly, he would have kicked himself for even attempting so sloppy. Fortunately, the boot to the head had stopped him from doing so, but it was now leading to him falling right into Blair's arms, literally, as she grabbed hold of him and suddenly heaved him off of the ground. For a moment, Damien was flipped entirely upside down, his world becoming an inverse of the norm, left to dangle. But not for long.

"UUGH!" His world now would be rocked by Blair slamming him to the mat, his vision quickly shifting from an upside down view, to one of the light-covered ceiling, laid out on his back as Blair pressed his shoulders down. He was plenty hurt, and his head hadn't fully cleared from the kick, but after a moment, he'd hear a sound that would snap him right back.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"Nngh!" Damien would force himself up and out of the pinfall before three could sound, but he certainly wasn't moving very fast afterwards. The blonde wrestler would push himself a bit away from Blair, before rolling over to his stomach, taking a moment to shake his head before attempting to roll over, slowly pushing himself to his hands and knees as he fought for his body to move once more!

[BlackAkuma]

Hitting the Michinoku Driver had been as much about satisfying herself as it had been about doing damage and possibly getting a shock win out of Damien. It had been a good while since she’d used this move in a match, but something about wrestling this grizzled vet was bringing out the nostalgia from her, and she’d decided to ride that feeling all the way.

She executed the move perfectly, too, driving him into the canvas with no shortage of aplomb, enough that she was reasonably certain she could’ve gotten the win with it on most LAW wrestlers. But Damine, once again, proved himself to be a cut above the rest, pushing his way out just before the final fall and saving the match.

But it had been a close thing. Close enough that she was reasonably he was a few good moves away from defeat. She knew the perfect ones to push him all of the way, too.

As Damien rolled about and tried to recover, Blair Dame swung her leg about and daintily rose to her feet, taking a moment to dust off her thighs as soon as she was straightened. She watched him from behind and stalked after him as he attempted to rise, crossing her legs with every step.

Step.

By step.

By step.

Once he was on his hands and knees, she brought her leg up, swung it over his body and stood over his neck, planting her feet on both sides of his head and giving him a magnificent view of her boots. She hoped he liked that view, too - she intended to make him watch it for a while.

Blair Dame reached behind her, grabbed Damien’s head, and pulled it up until it fit just right between her cheeks, nice and snug. Only then did she cross her ankle and go for a tight standing headscissors, facing his lower body as she applied the full force of her thunderous thighs on his neck and lower jaw, crushing him with her smooth skin and unflinching muscles.