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

[BlackAkuma]

The crowd yelled in shock as Blair Dame went tumbling forward, and with good reason. It wasn’t simply the violence of the move itself, but who was on the giving end - this was not the sort of daredevil thing that Blair Dame typically did. Her time in LAW had shown her to be a mostly grounded combatant, preferring to stick with safer moves. Kicks, suplexes, crushing scissors, the like. This sort of brinksmanship was out of her wheelhouse, or so they thought.

It was just a testament to how much Damien was pushing her, in Blair Dame’s eyes. For him, she had to go for broke and exhaust all options.

And it worked, magnificently. Their combined weight slammed into the steps, hitting with a resonating crash that they nearly broke them apart. She herself wound up slamming down on her shoulders, but that bit of pain was worth it to exact so much more on him.

She broke away from him, grabbed the ring apron and pulled up to her feet so she could sag against it, catching her breath. Above her the referee counted, already reaching ”4!”, but she wasn’t about tog back inside just yet. She was getting old, and after such exertion, she needed to sit for a spell.

So Blair sat.

On Damien’s face.

She settled down on his face, leaned back, used her full weight to pin his skull to the steel steps, smothering away as she leaned back. She closed her eyes, rolled her neck, and settled down, thoroughly enjoying the moment. ”Deja vu, all over again.” She looked over her shoulder towards Brittney and waved at the announce table, directing her attention to one of the commentators' unopened water bottles. "I've a thirst, dear."

[ADarlingDucky]

As Damien righted himself from the heap that he had landed in against the steel steps, he had to take a moment to try and recall if he had done something to anger Blair before they had parted ways. He remembered everything being nice and amicable, a mutual parting as life separated them, but this insistence on absolutely demolishing his poor back was starting to stir a little doubt. Of course, Blair had also been willing to throw herself forwards as well, and for a second, the action paused as they both shifted to positions that allowed them to recover. For him, it was sitting against the steel steps behind him, resting his head on them as he took in some deep breaths, and for her, it was leaning against the ring apron now that she had got to her feet.

It didn’t stay that way forever.

Damien was still trying to shift into a position that best soothed the ache when Blair pushed herself off of the apron and walked the few steps needed to close the distance between them, coming into Damien’s view as she towered over him. And then, with one swift motion, she’d swing a leg over his lower body and descend upon him, her thick, round, and pale cheeks coming down directly upon his face. Déjà vu indeed.

“Oh come o- Mmmmph!” Just like that, the world disappeared, and was replaced with Blair’s rear end. All that Damien could see, smell, and feel was her ass, her cheeks squishing against his features as she settled down, burying him deep between her cheeks. His hands came up and grasped her hips, fingers sinking into the soft skin and getting the faintest feel of the firm muscles underneath, all as he attempted to muster up any strength to move her. And on the outside, Blair was doing more than just getting comfy.

“Y-yes ma’am!” Brittany snapped to attention the moment that Blair looked to her and signaled her desire, and the cheerleader immediately set about accomplishing the task. She nearly flew over the announce table when the announcer attempted to stop her from taking their water, but fortunately, they thought better and relinquished the drink. With that, Brittany would rush to Blair before screwing the cap off and handing the water over to her, standing nearby like a loyal animal, waiting for either further instruction, or praise for a job well done!

[BlackAkuma]

In life, there are three certainties: Death, taxes, and Blair Dame sitting on your face the moment it becomes available.

It was nothing personal…well, no, sometimes, it was undeniably personal, but most of the time it was just her satisfying her signature. She was known as the Queen of the Reverse Facesit, and she could not very well be a queen if she didn’t take her throne, now could she? Nostalgia certainly played a factor as well, since it had been too long since she had graced this particular face with her blessed cheeks…

The beard would take a little getting used to. But she was learning to love it.

Blair Dame settled in for the moment, enjoying the sensation of him struggling beneath her, while Brittney went to fetch her water like the good little terrier she was. She returned promptly and the bottle was happily accepted. A few unhurried gulps later, it was half-full, more than enough for her to finish the match. ”Merci.” She hand the bottle back and gave Brittney an appreciative pat on her lovely backside. ”Your treat will be coming after the match, dear. Back to the side for now, I shan’t be much longer.”

She was confident about that, as well. Tough as Damien was, the winds felt like they were firmly in her favor, and she was determined to bring this match to a close. She simply needed to bring things back into the ring, and then she could finish this lovely trip down Memory Road.

With a wistful sigh, Blair Dame stood up, letting Damien’s face fall from her cheeks. She promptly spun about on her heels, reached down, and seized his head, using it to pull the rest of his body back to his feet. ”No hard feelings, monseiur? You know I must do as I must do.” She abruptly twisted to the side, pulled him along, and sent him rolling into the ring under the bottom rope, with her sliding in behind him a moment and rising to her feet.

[ADarlingDucky]

This was too familiar. It was no secret that Blair Dame was always fairly confident with her body, as most wrestlers needed to be given the outfits they usually wore to the ring, but Damien knew better than most that this specific form of domination was something she was an old hand at. Blair’s penchant for making human faces into her seat was one that she had developed early, and as such, when the two were together, dating, sparring, and everything in between, he had ended up in this specific position quite a few times before. He had enjoyed it greatly back then, and now he was fighting with all of his might not to enjoy it just as much now. Dark, hot, sweaty, and squashed, it was one of the most intimate forms of contact they could have, Blair’s curvy ass being the only sight, scent, and even taste he could get.

Yup, he was losing the fight not to enjoy this for sure.

Meanwhile, Brittany stood by at attention as Blair took a healthy gulp of the water, the cheerleader retrieving the bottle from her and holding it for potential use, offering a bashful giggle as Blair patted her rear end. She regarded the White Widow with a look of adoration, the man underneath with a look of scorn, before finally stepping away and making some space for Blair, as she finally rose up off of Damien’s face!

“Gah! Ah… hah… hoo…” For the first few moments as his world was illuminated once more, Damien could only take a few deep breaths, gasping for some precious oxygen while Blair grabbed hold of him. Rather unceremoniously, she would turn and throw him into the ring, Damien rolling to the center before stopping and pushing himself up, getting back to a knee in the middle of the ring.

“Yeah, no hard feelings…” Damien grunted in agreement, though he could think of at least one hard feeling that was making his trunks feel much tighter than they had before. For now though, he tried to push those thoughts aside, and take a few deep inhales before attempting to stand back up, and reclaim his footing as Blair worked her way towards him!

[BlackAkuma]

bBlair Dame enjoyed watching Damien struggle to breathe. It had been too long since she’d treated herself to it. Crass? Perhaps. But in her defense, the man just had the perfect face for sitting.

She took great pleasure in watching young Brittney skip away as well. Maybe she was becoming something of a cradle robber, in her growing age.

Blair Dame clicked her tongue, rolled under the bottom rope, and promptly rose to her feet, as quickly as one could after such a grueling match. She tried her best to hide the strain, but Damien had done well and pushed her to the limit, more than any other foe in LAW. Whether that was a strike against their homegrown talent or a credit to their recruiters, she couldn't say.

She sauntered after him, one hand on her hip and the other dangling lazily at her side. It was only when he made it halfway that she abruptly rushed in, brought her leg up, and threw out a swift roundhouse, targeting his thick chest, slamming her shin into it at full force.

”No, no, monseiur.” Another kick. ”By all means, stay there.” And another. ”You always did look so much better on your knees.”

[ADarlingDucky]

Damien’s heavy breathing was doing its best to sabotage his attempt to conceal just how weary he was, well aware that this match was at the point where both of them would be feeling as such. The problem was that Blair was the one in control, and she was slowly pursuing him inside the ring as he slowly pushed his way up, ready to pounce as soon as she deemed it necessary. That moment would come when Damien finally pushed himself up to his knees, rising up a bit, only to find himself met with Blair surging forwards, swinging her leg to deliver a hard kick to his chest, one that forced him to sit back on his heels with a grunt.

“NNGH!” The air that he had just gathered was forced out when Blair kicked him, but as she swung her leg back, loading up for another strike, Damien focused. It was do or die this late, and he was not about to let himself get kicked into an easily pinnable heap. So as Blair’s leg swung, making contact with his chest again, he raised his arms up and caught it!

“And I… look better… with my chest… not caved in!” Damien grunted as he forced himself up with just his core and legs, keeping a hold on Blair’s limb as he rose. Each breath hurt, and yet he took them anyway, working through the pain as he got up, keeping Blair balanced awkwardly for the moment, rallying now as he looked to turn the tides. But, perhaps, with some like-minded payback in store for Blair!

With that in mind, Damien would suddenly shove Blair’s leg back to the floor, and in the same motion, twist his body and swing a hand back, before whipping it directly at the bluenette, intending to slap his palm against her chest with as much force as he could muster! And following the nasty chop, he would reach to grab hold of her arm, turning to whip her at the ropes before moving into her path as she bounced back, looking to meet her shoulder to shoulder and knock her down, trying to work through the pain and put Blair back on the backfoot!

[BlackAkuma]

Blair Dame, if pressed, would admit that she was something of a breast woman, something that would likely surprise anyone who was familiar with her most asset. But it was true. While she could appreciate a fine lower body from both an aesthetic and technical viewpoint, she did much prefer to see women coming rather than going. Her preferences were not 50/50 - she tended to lean towards women, actually, despite finding herself married to the opposite sex.

With men, she tended to be a touch pickier, more discerning, seeking partners with a strong spirit, a drive. Her husband hadn't been a wrestler, but he had much of that flame, that drive, just applied to less physical pursuits.

She had not expected to see that fire in another man, not in her lifetime. But as she battered Damien with her kicks, she counted herself blessed - there it was again, burning bright in his eyes. That same drive let him catch her leg mid-kick, secure it, and force her to hop awkwardly as he rose. Before she could even think about pressing her attack, he lashed out and sliced into her chest with a burning strike, one that had her shrieking

He didn't rest on his laurels, either, as his next move was to grab her by the wrist and launch her into the ropes with an Irish Whip. She knew this pattern, recognized it well - he was rallying himself, drawing his energy for a final push. Blair Dame had no intention of letting that continue.

She hit the ropes, dashed his way, but instead of meet him for the shoulder tackle, she had something a bit more direct in mind. She spun about as the near, closed the distance with her stride, lifted her leg up, and shot it out with all the force she could muster, trying once again to hit Damien with a discus Big Boot - her finisher, the Psychlone.[/color]