Tomás Ferreira vs. Blair Dame - Daydream In Blue

[GoingBananas]

It’s not the first time Tomás has faced someone much taller than himself, and it won’t be the last. After being pushed a good distance away, Tomás hotly pursued the person with a longer range, showcasing his experience in facing taller opponents. The last thing he needs is Blair taking potshots at him from a distance, whittling away his strength and stamina while being at a favorable distance. He’s been through enough fights to know how that all pans out.

The Portuguese Nak Muay swiftly closed the distance, tagging the Frenchwoman two out of the four shots he had thrown. A true chivalrous man would cringe after hitting a woman, but such feelings were not shared with Tomás. He had a feeling that Blair would disapprove of such thinking.

His fist sunk into her ribs, taped knuckles striking onto the bone, seeing the taller fighter pitch forward in response. It was a good start, and something Tomás would be happy with, but this was just the beginning. Can’t get too ahead of himself, there’s still much more work to be done. There were a lot of things he could still do in this range, ones that would seek to wear down the taller foe for more devastating hits.

Blair, however, would soon make him realize that this wasn’t a pure kickboxing match.

At first, Tomás had thought that Blair was clinching and trying to use her size to her advantage. Instead, the ashen-haired man was pulled in up close and personal, his chest pressing up on Blair’s so that the flesh reached his chin and mouth. A brief moment of realization could be seen on his face, as well as panic, realizing he unwittingly fell into Blair’s range, where she was still favorable.

“Merda…!”

He grunted, feeling the warm saliva on his neck, right before Blair would rag-doll him, sending him crashing down after a suplex. He gasped, back arching, pushing himself closer to the bluenette as he did, left writhing and squirming on the canvas.

[BlackAkuma]

Tomas would have no way of knowing, but suplexes were a sharp departure of form for Blair Dame, a set of moves that she had avoided for most of her time as a wrestler. In her younger days, she would’ve had no problem going kick for kick with him all day, and she would’ve had the speed to outlast him and come out on top. These days, however, she had to exercise a little more restraint, reserve her stamina for when it matter most. A more deliberate, methodical way of wrestling.

The results showed. Judging from the expletive she assumed her uttered, he wasn’t quite expecting her to come and sweep him off his feet like that, totally catching him off guard. He would no doubt adjust and such moves would have diminishing returns, but for now, Blair was in the driver’s seat and her hands were firmly on the wheel. That would not change anytime soon, not if she could help it.

Needless to say, that would not be the last time she ragdolled him around the ring, though she had no intentions of subjecting him to it again in the immediate future, having much simpler and direct plans now that he was reeling from her offense. She spun about and raised to her feet, as he writhed about on the canvas, conveniently placing himself within arm’s reach. Such a thoughtful man. ”Come here.”

Blair spoke with the softness of a suggestion, but there was none of that in her movements as she reached down and hauled him up to his feet. She let him stand just long enough to push him into the nearest corner, pinning him there with her forearm against his throat, choking him. She kept him there for a moment, letting the referee count, only to pull away at the last second and throw a quick snap kick to his stomach as she retreated, making sure to drive the point of her boot in deep.

[GoingBananas]

Tomás was no stranger to brutality, either by him on his opponents or by others against the man, but that familiarity didn’t breed immunity from the pain it caused, even if it might improve his tolerance. It was something that came naturally the more fights you get into. Eventually, the body must be tough enough to handle anything the streets throw at you.

That improvement didn’t mean instant recovery from it, however. So it wasn’t altogether difficult for Blair to bring him to his feet before pressing him against the turnbuckle.

The Portuguese grunted deeply upon impact but soon turned into groaning. The Nak Muay's taped hands pressed at the arm, trying to relieve some of the pressure on that neck, though the leverage he had wasn't significant to turn the tides. One saving grace was that being pressed up against the corner like this meant the referee had to impose the 5-count limit on Blair, lest the bluenette be disqualified. Tomás could have likely broken out if he had to, but not without risking any additional damage, so at most, he did his best to bear the punishment.

Despite the pain, he endured till Blair let go at the last second, though she didn’t back away without leaving something to remind him. A quick kick impaled his stomach, knocking some air out of him. He curled up, wincing, hiding in his guard as he took a bit of time before stepping out of the turnbuckle.

[BlackAkuma]

Hm. Tomas smelled nice.

Perhaps it was a silly thing to ponder as you were choking the life out of someone with your forearm, but Blair’s mind had a way of wandering in combat, and she couldn't help but settle on his scent. Something about the smell of a well-kept man always set her nose on fire—perhaps it was the way his sweat mixed with the skin and filled the air with that sharp taste. Whatever the case, it excited her in ways she had not been excited about in a long while. She yearned for more.

Tomas, on the other hand, yearned for a little less, or so Blair would wager. The man was tough, hale and hearty, but even the best of bodies would crumble from a well-placed kick aimed at the perfect spot. Hers sunk in deep, tickling his organ, and she stepped back as he stumbled forward, watching her handiwork. He was gasping for air, stumbling, aching. The perfect opening.

She moved in with open arms and seized his head, bringing him for a tight front facelock. Once she was secured, she placed her hands side by side under his shoulder, used her free hand to grab hold of his far arm, the swung around and fell to her back, attempting to bring him down with her and slam the back of his head against her shoulder, executing a swinging neckbreaker.

[GoingBananas]

It was hard to really focus on anything when you’re in trouble. All the surroundings, the audience, and the referee tend to fade, leaving the opponent in front of you. That’s the only thing you need when you’re in battle. Tomás has always been criticized for being too focused on things, but most times, focusing on the finer details is how he manages to get out of trouble. Both in the ring and outside it.

But right now, he needed that focus. The previous job of regaining air was made difficult after that kick knocking out what’s left in his body, his legs just instinctively moving forward. Tomás’s guard was up a testament to how much he’s been drilled in his respective style.

But Muay Thai wasn’t going to save him from pro wrestling, as shown by how Blair secured his head before landing the swinging neckbreaker. He landed with a loud grunt, blinking hard, with the lights beaming down on him. The sight isn’t completely unknown, but it didn’t bode well to be in this position that early in the match.

[BlackAkuma]

Ah, the old familiar sensations. The feel of a body crashing into a canvas. The rumble of the crowd cheering her own. The agony of her opponent as she laid waste.

Blair Dame had missed it all. Truly.

She would’ve loved to wax nostalgic if she had the time, but that was a commodity she was low on. As much fun as she was having with Tomas, she wasn’t so cocky - inwardly - as not to realize what a real threat he posed. It wouldn’t be too often than she had him down like this and had to make the most of it.

That wasn’t to say she couldn't have fun, of course. With him down and their bodies laid out, she kicked her legs out, rolled backward, and dropped down to sit on his lap, straddling his waist with her larger frame. She pressed her hands against his chest, leaned in, and pushed his shoulders to the mat, for what was ostensibly a pinfall - though, with the was she starting to grind her hips against him, one could be forgiven for thinking she had other things in mind.

It would be an easy thing to kick out of, but would he have the fortitude to do so? She smiled and she watched, a cat playing with her prey, and the referee slid over beside her to start the count.

”1…!”

[GoingBananas]

Falling hard on the canvas isn’t new to a Nak Muay. Such bumps and harsh landings are as part of kickboxing as any other discipline. The sweeps that take the legs out from under them or fall after a devastating knockout blow. Either one is bad enough, with many having their own opinions of which fate would they prefer. If Tomás had his way, then he would choose neither of them. He’s been through it all. The nerve-dulling leg kicks, the knees in clinches, the spinning elbows to the jaw. Nothing was completely unknown to the Portuguese fighter.

A swinging neckbreaker, however, was different. The spinning momentum right before the crash landing was fierce, the pain radiating as soon as he regained some breath in his lungs. It was already damaging enough, his back arching upwards slightly while his body seized. Eventually, the ashen-haired fighter would get his bearings together, but not before feeling a peculiar sensation on his hips.

Tomás blinked hard, seeing the blue-haired Amazonian straddling on top of him, her hips rolling and grinding on his body. It was an unusual pin, one that had something stirring from the friction. Had it not been for the referee starting to count, he would have said something to Blair, though what he would have said he didn’t know. Something of a fighter’s instinct and hearing the count from the referee got his act together. Then again, he didn’t have the luxury of the full 10 count.

The Portuguese Nak Muay bucked and raised his shoulders up before the count of two escaped the referee’s lips. Although it might not do much considering Blair’s weight keeping him down. But he would be remiss if he’d lost this quickly.

[BlackAkuma]

Tomas wasn’t the only one getting pleasure at the moment. She could feel the bulge poking out from underneath his pants, poking at her most tender spots, and she shuddered as a raw thrill made its way through her bones, all the way down to her core. While Blair was bisexual, she had always tended towards men over women, and moments like this were part of the reason why - for her money, nothing compared to mounting a young stud like this and riding him down.

It was a shame, a damn shame, that she only had two seconds to enjoy it. C'est la vie.

Tomas brought the pin. Of course, he did - the match had only started, and if he lost after such a move to a pin like this, he would likely have to retire out of sheer shame. She never believed it would work, but that didn’t mean her position was all about taunting - she had a good reason for putting this man between her legs.

As soon as he got his shoulder up, she grabbed his wrist, rolled over to her back, and pulled him on top of her, switching places. Before he could enjoy the quick switch, her ankles clasp together with an audible ‘clap’, she arched her back, and straightened her legs out to clamp down on his midsection, cutting into a deep with a punishing bodyscissors, her thick thighs swelling with raw power.

[GoingBananas]

The night was still young and Tomás would be remiss if the first pin was the one to win this match. It was one heck of a way to be woken out of his stupor, though. The Portuguese fighter didn’t expect Blair riding him to be the reason he snapped back to reality. But his shorts didn’t come with a cup or something to shield against those movements.

Embarrassment hadn’t set in just yet, but he still felt that lone twitch. He wasn’t sure if he should expect more of this, but Tomás can’t just lie there and take it. The Nak Muay remembered the moment he had her in trouble and now that he kicked out, he could work to stand up and-

Get caught by a pair of thighs. Great progress indeed.

Not that he didn’t really have much of a chance to escape. The moment he broke the count, Blair snatched Tomás and pulled him closer to a painful embrace. Large, meaty, strong thighs clamped hard onto his body like a vice, immediately pouring pressure that had the Portuguese Pugilist yelping in pain. Admittedly, not the first time, but the first woman didn’t try to squeeze all the air and his organs out of him. His hand instinctively tried to pry them away but to no avail. Tomás could barely move that piece of muscle, and every breath meant that it sunk deeper and deeper.

[BlackAkuma]

Oh, yes, there it was. Right, there.

Blair chewed on her lip and did her best to stifle a moan as she clamped down around Tomas’ stomach, putting her excellent thighs to good use. While she much preferred to use her legs for kicking instead of crushing, she had to admit, there was a rare pleasure in putting the squeeze on a man, especially one with a taut body like his. She could feel his innards compress and his body give way as her muscles encroached. Not unlike a giant stress ball, but even more effective.

She leaned back, crisscrossed her fingers behind her head, and poured all her power into her lower body, tensing up as the space between her thighs grew smaller. ”Quite the predicament you’re in, young man.” She ran her teeth across her lower lip and nibble at it. ”Surely, you won’t tap to this? There is so much fun left to have.” She tilted her head to the side, and a slim smile formed.

”If you ask nicely enough, perhaps I will let you go. Worth a shot, isn’t it?”