Tomás Ferreira vs. Blair Dame - Daydream In Blue

[BlackAkuma]

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Match Type
Standard
Victory Conditions
Pinfall, Submission, or KO
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This might have seemed like a typical episode of LAW to the average viewer, but there was an air of suspense wafting through the stands for anyone sitting there. Murmurs and whispers could be heard from every corner, with people checking their phones, glued to social media, constantly in tune with the wrestling rumor mill. Word had slipped that a particular individual had joined the LAW roster, a female wrestler of some renown whom they’d been courting for a while now, and there was a strong belief that she would be making her debut tonight. Gabi Starr had vetted the rumor, and while her reporting could be spotty, she stood by her sources.

The crowd wouldn’t have to wait too long for their curiosity to be sated, however - the lights dimmed and a familiar, haunting

began to play over the speakers, confirming all suspicions: Blair Dame was a part of LAW.

A moment later, the woman came out from the curtains, standing tall and proud, radiating an aura of regal authority. The French maiden looked across the stands with a calm smile, soaking in their adulation as she stood before them, cutting the exact striking figure that had become a career hallmark. Long legs, steely and statuesque. A body rife with muscle, as if hewn from granite. Her shimmering blue hair, radiant and shining, seemingly glowing as she descended the ramp.

She was the total package, what wrestling fans had come to expect, and seeing her here in LAW was no small affair. She had wrestled everywhere else, on every continent save one and in every country of note, with all the other major promotions. They all knew the significance of her presence - her last stop, where she had chosen to end her career, in a promotion filled with the brightest and best of their sport.

The White Widow

With one hand on her hip and another lazily swaying at her side, she came down the ramp, made her way up the stairs, and brought her legs through the middle and top rope, taking her time to slip through them and giving the audience a perfect view of her finest asset. Her head stayed high, her face pristine and placid, seemingly unaffected by any of the pressure coming down. This was her ring. She owned it. You could tell she believed that without ever touching a microphone, as it was etched into her every movement, every step, every glance from her glittering eyes. Whereas many would’ve been content to state their dominance with a promo, speaking for a few minutes on this or that, Blair Dame let her body do the talking, which spoke volumes.

She was ready, clearly, which only left one question: Who would she be facing?

[GoingBananas]

Funny enough, Tomas had the same question when he was called in for a show. He wasn’t expecting to be called up so soon after his debut, but here he was, all geared up. To his credit, he tried to look into his opponents before the match, others saying that’s a good way to get an edge and prepare for what lies ahead. However, not even management could tell him. They were all closed lips about it. Which sucks, but what can you do? It’s not as if he can’t think up things on the fly. It’s how he managed to go step by step against another dancer.

It’s also why he’s relaxed, doing some shadowboxing backstage, awaiting the stagehands. The monitors would eventually show off the debuting star…or does a well-known veteran count as having a debut? Tomas didn’t really know how these things work.

Clearly, his opponent was a big girl, to be sure, but there was no shortage of those in his previous lines of work. Say what you will about organized crime but, like with culture everywhere, it was becoming more progressive each day. Just another rough-up job, this one... granted without the appropriate backup tools such as a knife and gun, but hey... That’s what made this wrestling malarkey an interesting challenge. Arms crossed, Tomas watched as the music of his opponent blasted across the arena, the fair bluenette stepping out for all to see. Judging from how the crowd was reacting, she’s quite the big deal. Of what exactly, Tomas would have to find out.

The Portuguese Nak Muay would appear shortly after Blair’s theme died down. The man stepped out from the curtain, his expression soft, his posture relaxed, his hands stuffed in his pockets, his back slightly hunched, his breaths soft and even. An amused smile upon his lips as he gazed over all the curves and... edges of the woman. “Ela não perde um dia na academia, não é?” Indeed, Blair was quite... bulky for a woman with such a dainty face. A stark contrast compared to everything down below. All that training must’ve gone into that almost masculine figure, her abs almost looking to be board with the general shape of muscle carved into them. Her chest was massive, seemingly honed just as much as her muscular stature, seemingly a staple here in Japan... Don’t get him wrong. He enjoyed the view. He couldn’t imagine fighting with those heavy sacks hanging from his chest, but still... they were quite... attention-grabbing for certain. However, it doesn’t seem like it would have been a problem for her. Which means he has to take this fight seriously.

His gait as he walked down the ramp, was steady but casual as if this was a place he wanted to be rather than made to by his job, all the while his eyes glancing about his surroundings with casual interest... but his head never turned away from his opponent. Slipping under the bottom rope, Tomas would climb to his full height, cocking an eyebrow at the taller woman before him, a small, friendly smile upon his lips. “Bem, posso ver por que você é tão importante…” He suddenly coughed to clear his throat. “Sorry, senhora. Old habits. I’m looking forward to this dance.” His expression was calm, friendly, and inviting as he stuck his fist towards her for a bump. Courtesy and all that.

[BlackAkuma]

Blair Dame had no expectations going into this match, harbored no preconceptions of her opponent, and she saw that as a good thing. She likely could have pressed the matter if she’d been so inclined and found out who she was set to take on, but instead, she opted to let it be a surprise, wanting to go in for a fresh challenge. That brought with it the added challenge of not knowing what she was up against, true, and there was the real chance that she might bite off more than she could chew, but she preferred that edge. She needed challenges at her age, and needed something to keep her sharp. Le fer aiguise le fer. She hadn't come to LAW for a soft ride - no, she wanted the pain, the grit, the sweat, the blood.

From the first looks of her opponent, she might be in luck - he seemed quite impressive.

She stopped pacing long enough to look up the ramp as he approached, and she couldn't keep a small smile from gracing her limps. A foreign man, South American if she had to guess, dark-skinned and with a peerless form. He made his way to the ring with a casual gait, clearly no stranger to the ropes, and approached her with kind words and an offering of a fist bump. He was pleasant enough to start with, she would give him that.

She regarded the offered fist for a moment, considering it, before she extended her own hand. Not to return the gesture - she instead offered the back of her hand to him, silently bidding for him to kiss it. She kept that light smile all the while - not cruel, not unkind. She was curious to see what the man would do.

”Blair Dame, monsieur.” She tilted her head with a wild glint. ”The pleasure is all yours.”

[GoingBananas]

His entrance may be uninspiring, generic even, but he hoped that hasn’t turned off Blair in the slightest. He did see the small smile there, so far, so good. Tomás knew he had to work on those, especially if he’s getting more matches. The last thing Tomás wanted was to be forgettable. Which is fine for Portugal, but not for his new life in Japan.

Blair looked much bigger once he was close, but he paid no mind. It’s not as if this isn’t his first rodeo facing someone bigger than he is. Plenty in the kickboxing circuit to fill that need. His fist extended, awaiting the reciprocated bump. Though for a moment, it never came, but the back of her hand. An interesting gesture. Was this a test? Tomás couldn’t tell as to what it could mean, however.

Rather than second-guessing, Tomás did as he would usually do. Taking the hand, he gently kissed it, all the while looking at Blair. “It shouldn’t be all mine, senhora.” He took a few steps back, nearing his own corner, settling into a muay thai stance. “Shall we begin?”

[BlackAkuma]

Ah. A gentleman. Blair liked this man already.

She gave a slight nod of approval as he adorned her hand with a kiss, doing as a man should and showing her due courtesy. It was always intriguing to see how her opponents reacted to such things early on, giving her a gauge of who they were and what sort of ethics they brought to a fight. Tomás, for his part, seemed like a respectable sort, and something of a flirt, neither of which she had any problems with.

”So polite. So handsome. You’re going to make a wonderful seat, young man.” Best that he know what was coming. No surprises at the end. "En garde. Let’s begin.”

The bell rang and Blair immediately moved into position, taking up a stance that perfectly mirrored his own. This drew some understandable murmurs from the crowd, most of whom knew her from her earlier career in wrestling and had never seen her take such a stance. She’d learned this in the interim, skills she’d fostered in her retirement. She was eager to put them into practice, even more so against someone with a similar style.

She moved in with cautious steps, throwing out a couple of feints as she approached, trying to bait Tomás into making the first move. Blair wanted to get an idea of what she was dealing with before she committed to anything serious, taking her time in the early stages to gather data.

[GoingBananas]

“O quê?”

Before Tomás could even respond to what Blair said at the end, the bell soon rang. He didn’t really know what entailed about “him being a seat”, but considering the kind of action this league gets into, it doesn’t bode well for the Portuguese Nak Muay.

"Certo, azul. Vamos lá."

No matter, Tomás moved in, stepping in, looking like he meant business. Respectable as he is, Tomás knew that he shouldn’t take his opponent lightly, regardless of the gender. Tomás learned the hard way with Eliza. Blair was a fascinating one already, moving like a striker already as she threw a few feints. Tomás responded with kind, throwing some light jabs and a raised knee.

It went on for a while, before the Portuguese Nak Muay thew a low roundhouse to the outer thigh. Nothing fancy or anything, but someone has to throw the the opening shot.

[BlackAkuma]

Blair was well-traveled enough to know that Tomas spoke Portuguese but not so worldly as to speak it herself. She had last been to South America in—god, was it 2002? It was after the towers fell; she was sure of that. She spent some time in Columbia for a few matches, a lovely country with lovelier people. She was glad to see the latter hadn't changed.

Regardless, while she couldn't tell exactly what he said, the inflection sounded like he was confused, no doubt taken aback by her proclamation. He struck her as an intelligent man and would sift it out soon enough. For now, they danced.

The two stayed distant for a while, throwing out feints and weak strikes, testing and assessing, never devoting themselves to anything serious. She could tell her was trained in muy thai and trained well, with their forms mirroring each other as they moved. He was quick and explosive, bringing the kind of movement only youth could provide, but she had a solid height advantage, more size and greater experience. They were evenly matched, she would reckon.

That theory was tested as he came in, all vim and vigor. She raised her leg as he swept out with a low kick aimed at her thigh, letting the blow crash against her upper calf instead. That wasn’t the only move she made, however - instead of backing off, she raised that same leg higher, shot it straight out, and shot the tip of her boot at his chest, trying to hit him with a teep kick and knock him a few steps back.

[BlackAkuma]

Blair was well-traveled enough to know that Tomas spoke Portuguese but not so worldly as to speak it herself. She had last been to South America in—god, was it 2002? It was after the towers fell; she was sure of that. She spent some time in Columbia for a few matches, a lovely country with lovelier people. She was glad to see the latter hadn't changed.

Regardless, while she couldn't tell exactly what he said, the inflection sounded like he was confused, no doubt taken aback by her proclamation. He struck her as an intelligent man and would sift it out soon enough. For now, they danced.

The two stayed distant for a while, throwing out feints and weak strikes, testing and assessing, never devoting themselves to anything serious. She could tell her was trained in muy thai and trained well, with their forms mirroring each other as they moved. He was quick and explosive, bringing the kind of movement only youth could provide, but she had a solid height advantage, more size and greater experience. They were evenly matched, she would reckon.

That theory was tested as he came in, all vim and vigor. She raised her leg as he swept out with a low kick aimed at her thigh, letting the blow crash against her upper calf instead. That wasn’t the only move she made, however - instead of backing off, she raised that same leg higher, shot it straight out, and shot the tip of her boot at his chest, trying to hit him with a teep kick and knock him a few steps back.

[GoingBananas]

Tomás couldn’t claim to have as much travel experience as his opponent. Japan was his first country outside of his home, which goes to show how cultured he was. However, some people would come to visit Portugal, with people coming from different countries, so it wasn’t as if he had never seen someone from France before. The accent gave it away, being able to identify another European. She certainly didn’t carry herself as some air-headed, disrespectful tourist, at least. Which is what he had the unfortunate opportunity to bump into a couple of them. The number of British hooligans who think they could fight after a few drinks is too many.

The start played out just as he expected. They both took some time to feel each other out, without making any big commitments. With her stance, Tomás can see Blair has some experience with kickboxing in a way, going from that stance. With the height advantage, the Nak Muay could only guess what kind of tactic Blair would go for.

The answer would come shortly after Tomás threw the opening shot, Blair taking the kick to the calf before firing a teep as a response. Tomás wasn’t an amateur and his shifted guard was still up to take the brunt of it, but that kick alone was enough to send him back-peddling a few steps. Push kicks were already a powerful tool for any kickboxer worth their salt, but against Blair? It puts them into the ideal range. The long, out-boxing range.

One that Tomás refused to stay in. As soon as he hopped onto his heels, the ashen-haired man dashed in again, shuffling his feet with quick steps to cut that distance down, throwing three jabs at head level, before swinging with a short hook to the ribs.

[BlackAkuma]

Blair had no idea who was responsible for putting these matches together, but she would have to commend them for choosing her opponent - she couldn't have asked for better. Young, handsome, virile, but skilled. A rare combination, the sort of man that she would’ve sought in her free time, served up to her on a silver platter. Not only would she enjoy the fight, but what came after, one she had control of the situation. He was a fine catch.

That said, she had to get to that point, and Tomas was not inclined to make it easy on her. While her teep did its job and knocked him to a distance, he was too bright to stay at that range, clearly knowing that size was in her favor. She was already preparing another kick when he came rushing in, nullifying her most significant advantage and forcing an in-fight.

Blair took her first punch of the match: a jab, struck right on the jaw, forcing her to jerk back. She brought her hands up to block its brothers, but she wasn’t able to do anything about the hook that tagged her in the ribs, striking right on the bone. That made her cry out and sag forward, pressing against him.

Tomas was fast and driven, dominating the close-range fight. But there was a marked difference between being unable to fight this close and simply not wanting to. Blair had options—good ones since this wasn’t a kickboxing match.

Instead of retreating, she reached out, brought her arms around Tomas’ back, and tried to pull him in for a tight hug, mashing their bodies together and lifting him off the floor.

”Au revoire.”

She gave Tomas a hot lick on the neck, before she tried to lift him up and send him flying over her shoulder, trying to launch her opponent with a belly-to-belly suplex.