Tomás Ferreira vs. Blair Dame - Daydream In Blue

[GoingBananas]

This is bad. This is really bad.

The initial squeeze was terrible enough, feeling as if a python began to crush his insides to mush. “Ghaah! Droga!” Of course, Tomás isn’t in threat of death, but the pain is horrible. What made it even worse was that the more he tried to take a breath, those thighs inched closer and closer within. His mistake of trying to take breaths already had those legs digging deeper and deeper, finding he had less capacity to do anything. Obliques and abs could tense and resist, but they barely put much of a defense against that kind of attack.

All the meanwhile Blair looked to be relaxing, letting her legs do all the work. Tomás didn’t need Blair to tell him how bad this predicament was. His eyes were shut for most of this crushing session, but they opened as soon as the Frenchwoman threw some teasing into it all. Salt to the wounds. He would laugh, but he barely had much air to do much else.

It was tempting, considering how amicable they have been thus far. But he felt it would be a disgrace to ask nicely to be let go. “Não desistirei…!” Instead, he chose to fight.

Tomás would begin to throw elbows down onto those muscular thighs of Blair’s, switching the left and right ones just to deal equal damage to the limbs. It was a long shot. A desperate attempt. But he didn’t have many options left other than to use what he had.

[BlackAkuma]

As hard as it was to believe, Blair Dame was perfectly capable of knocking Tomas out, just like this. She had only done it once with a bodyscissor, a match against a woman with a name she couldn't quite recall, but the moment itself was etched into her memory. Her legs had pressed against her lung, cut off her breathing, and effectively smothered her from the inside until she passed out. It was a strange thing to watch, as someone with an unobstructed mouth tyring to take in breath. The wheezing, the rasping, the pleading eyes, and then they were gone, out like a candle in the wind.

Blair had no intention of doing that to him in this instance, and she would’ve kept to her word and released him if he’d asked, but as she suspected, he wasn’t quite so broken as to cave into such a demand. Instead, he upped his struggles, growing desperate, a fire lighting up in his eyes. He was going for a struggle, and she buckled down for it.

She was expecting his rebellion, but the elbows to her leg caught her off guard. Given his fighting style, perhaps she couldn't have been. Each one drove into her thighs, hitting hard enough to tickle the bone underneath, and she had to grit her teeth to keep from crying out. There was no choice - she needed to break away.

She would do so on her own terms, however. She unclasped her legs and freed him from his soft prison, only to then draw her legs in and shoot them both at his chest, looking to drive her heel in hard and knock him away, creating space.

[GoingBananas]

It is an unorthodox tactic, but Tomás didn’t have many options left for him. At least, none of that came quick enough for him to consider. He was feeling the bones creaking under the pressure. His breathing was getting worse, and the longer this would go on, the fewer his chances would be to find success in this match. In any other circles like MMA, he would be disqualified for using the 12-to-6 elbows. Lucky for him, this wasn’t MMA. Although, with the way both were fighting, one could consider naming it as such.

Regardless, the Portuguese man would drive each elbow with the intent of persuading the Frenchwoman to let go. Desperation fueled each attack, pouring all he had to deliver damage to break free. Though he was about to slow down with each passing second. Had Blair held on, she might have been close to knocking him out.

Thankfully, he would find release, albeit not without the man getting booted away from Blair. Tomás gasped, refilling the air into his lungs. His body expanded to take in deep breaths, but he felt pain when he did so. As much as Tomás would want to capitalize against Blair, he had to use this chance to retreat, crawling on his knees, one arm clutching around his waist. A bad state, but for now, the Portuguese Nak Muay was just thankful he could breathe deep again.

[BlackAkuma]

There was a certain irony to Tomas using such a tactic to escape her scissorhold, one that wasn’t lost on Blair. Earlier, she had gotten ahead of him by taking advantage of his reflexes, punishing him for treating this like a pure kickboxing match with a tactic that never would’ve been allowed in such a setting. Now, it was his turn to use that as an escape, employing techniques that would’ve been banned in the rings he was accustomed to. To great effect, too - most wrestlers wouldn’t have thought to even try it, either attempting to escape by forcing her into a pinning predicament or getting to the ropes.

But he’d managed it. One point for him.

Blair rolled after she kicked him away, popped off her shoulders, and rose to her feet in a single glorious motion, standing tall as her opponent crawled away from her, hands and knees. She was in no hurry to pursue, and walked after him with a slow, sensual step, one heel in front of the other, taking her time with a vulpine grin. ”Come, come, un jeune homme.” She rolled her shoulders as she approached. ”We’re not yet at the point where you kneel before me. I expect a real fight.”

As if to hammer her point home, she rushed in, brought her leg up high, and sent her heel rushing down towards his back, looking to crack his spine in half with a devastating axe kick if he didn’t move in time.

[GoingBananas]

“Raios, raios, raios…”

The irony of it all hasn’t reached Tomás, who is simply trying to get some breathing space. Admittedly, the idea of pinning Blair would have made the most sense, and if that’s what he was thinking about, Tomás would be kicking himself in the backside for that. Still, panic can cause some interesting ideas that can leave an opponent stunned.

But the match was far from over. Tomás managed to escape, but there’s still a chance for Blair to give chase, pursuing the recovering Nak Muay. For as much as he did, it didn’t stop Blair from rising to her feet and stalking the Portuguese fighter. He heard the voice call to him, taunting him in the face. And he looked over his shoulder, seemingly about to say something in response.

That was until the sight of Blair’s stiletto-clad leg was at its apex and begun to swing down at him.

“Oh, que merda!”

With a burst of energy, Tomás dolphin dived in the other direction, away from the towering bluenette. He rolled onto his side, tumbling before rolling onto one knee, facing Blair. He stared at the woman, all before looking to get to his feet. Knowing Blair, she wouldn’t let him catch a breather.

[BlackAkuma]

Close one.

While she didn’t doubt the man’s tenacity, she also didn’t doubt that the match would've been effectively over if she’d connected with that Axe Kick. All that power, all that weight, coming down on his downed form at once, would lead to irrevocable damage, and segue into a certain pinfall, if she didn’t knock him unconscious straight away. Judging from the panic in his eyes as he dove for cover, moving like she’d just opened fire, he was of much the same opinion.

He created some distance and looked at her, weary for her next move, but he was sadly mistaken if he believed there would be some respite from her onslaught. She raised her arms as she closed in, creating a defense as he rose to his feet and bid him to do the same.

She moved in again, this time coming with a low kick, one that was aimed at his shins - or appeared to be, at least. She let it come up shallow and kept spinning, building up momentum so she could launch her real attack, doing a full rotaion and shotting her back leg out high and hard at his chest when she came out to execute a spinning heel kick.

[GoingBananas]

A very close one.

Blair could have easily ended things had that landed, and that was the reason Tomás moved out of the way. It seemed like an exaggeration of sorts to dolphin dive away like he’s in an action movie, but Tomás knew just how much power those legs have after those body scissors. With how much they crushed his stomach, an axe kick would have been a world-ender.

Brief of a respite it is, Tomás took the chance to recover into his stance. Knowing Blair, she would chase after him, and even after squeezing the life out of him, she would give no quarter. The blue-haired woman charged in, immediately getting close to her range. His eyes saw the low kick, and he got his knee up to parry it. Except it would never come.

The Frenchwoman kept spinning, and once her back faced him, Tomás knew what was coming next. The only thing that the Nak Muay could do was to brace for impact, his arms tensing for what was to come.

A spinning heel kick blasted at his forearms, letting it reverberate down to the bone, exploding his guard instantly. Tomás was sent flying back, his feet barely shuffling back before his back hit the ropes. Blair might have expected Tomás to crumple next to the ropes after a kick like that, holding on while his arms radiated pain.

That was until he ricocheted off the ropes and the momentum built from that kick propelled him forward. Tomás rushed in, all before leaping up in the air for a jumping knee strike. He would be remiss to damage a pretty face. But as his knee pistoned up to strike underneath her chin, he needed something equally big to take down his larger opponent.

[BlackAkuma]

Blair was skilled enough with her kicks to know what it felt like to connect solidly with them, even when she couldn't quite see what was happening. Such was the case, here. By the nature of her spinning heel kick, she could not see the impact; she only followed through on it and wagered on her height and speed to carry the move through. She knew what a solid hit was supposed to feel like, and she would act accordingly.

Tomas blocked her kick. Surprising, though perhaps it should not have been, though. The man clearly had skill, even if she had dominated the match. While most less-seasoned opponents would not have seen the telltale signs, a trained kickboxer would, certainly a Nak Muay. But it would hardly matter. Her legs had more than enough power to knock the wind out of him, block or not, and it would leave him as easy prey, stumbling and open.

Time to follow up. Time to end this.

As Tomas reeled, Blair began to spin about once more, picking up speed and momentum as she closed the distance. She came out of the turn, brought her leg up, and prepared to shoot it at his face with everything she had, looking to nail him with her finishing move: the Psyclone.

Instead, she wound up eating a knee to the face. That alone would’ve been bad enough, but it was delivered at full speed, just as Blair was moving in as well, double the damage to her face. A sickening crack echoed through the arena as bone met with bone, and the White Widow’s blank gaze shot to the sky as she stumbled back.

Teetering, tottering, she staggered back on shaking legs, keeping upright on pure instinct. The lights had shut off for a few seconds - Blaire was still awake, still physically capable, but her brain had frozen up. Until it thawed, all she could do was raise a weak guard and stumble about, struggling just to stay standing.

[GoingBananas]

Much as Muay Thai does have a kinder take of sparring compared to the Dutch counterpart, it’s still a very renowned fighting style that expects toughness at the best of times. Taking Blair’s hits was damaging enough, but Nak Muay’s are expected to keep fighting, no matter what. His arms were radiating with pain. No thanks for having to guard against the Frenchwoman’s attacks.

But Blair deserved an actual match. Sure, grappling is not his strong suit. Far from it. But while they were standing, Tomás sought to bring his A game here. While a couple from the crowd would have cringed upon seeing Blair take a knee to the chin, Tomás believed it would be no different to some of Blair’s offence. Especially as one of her attacks can be a world-ender at this point.

Tomás landed on his feet, breathing hard, gathering all the air he can to fill his lungs. He was damaged, sure. But Blair has just offered him a prime opportunity that he’d be remiss to let it go to waste.

The Portuguese man chased after him, getting close again before leaping up in the air. Some would have expected another flying knee, that was until he used his foot to plant onto Blair’s knee, using it as a step to get the right kind of height. His elbow fired down towards Blair, seeking to drive it down into her cranium.

[BlackAkuma]

Blair was tough, tougher even than she had been when she was around Tomas’s age, hardened by years of combat and training. Not only that, but she had improved her pain tolerance, stamina, and ability to drive. She felt it was a reasonable tradeoff while she wasn’t quite as fast as her peak. She sensed her opponent would agree because of how far this match had gone.

But, for all her vaunted power, she was still human, and a blow like that to the skull would have some severe effects. In her case, it left her stunned - upright but stunned. What made it worse was that it was the first real damage she’d taken all match, at a point where she thought it was only a matter of mopping up. Her body hadn't been in the mode to receive pain, and it showed.

She would be fine. Just a moment to collect herself and-

He was on her before she could even dream of recovery, closing the distance and leaping up just as she was gaining some lucidity. She brought her arms up in defense, hoping to block a front assault, but he wisely came over it and dropped a hellacious blow on the top of her skull, knocking the sense right of her again.

Blair stumbled back, staggering step after step until her back was up against the turnbuckle pads. She would’ve fallen flat if not for them, though she wasn’t much better off in her current state, dazed and dizzied as she was. She needed a moment recuperate, but Tomas was wisely denying her that.