Trois Souris Aveugles

[BlackAkuma]

Blair Dame was many things. A woman of exquisite taste. A lady. A wrestler. A fighter. A widow. A sommelier. A collector of clothing, particularly of the white variety.

But today, at this moment, she would use one word to describe herself: Bored. And LAW’s management was to blame.

Typically, Blair Dame did not like to bother management with such things. After all, she knew from experience that their job was more daunting than many would credit. She had seen the troubles that came from booking even a small-time promotion. She could not fathom the rigamarole they would have to deal with on such a large scale as LAW, with hundreds, mayhaps thousands, of competitors. It was truly remarkable.

With this in mind, she remained patient as her requests for a match were frequently denied, one after the other. But days grew to weeks grew to months, and were dangerously close to a year. Patient as she might’ve been the White Widow was a young woman no longer, with her days shortening. She must take action, lest she waste what little time she had left..

So action she took.

The crowd’s attention was directed up the ramp as Blair Dame’s

played, and the

appeared a moment later, striding down the ramp with a microphone clutched tightly in hand. While she typically moved with a slow, regal gait, today her boots clicked along the metal at a hurried pace, as if the ring might disappear if she went too slow. There was little time to waste. She slid in under the ropes, rose to her feet, and began to speak before her music had even fully faded.

”Bonsoir., to you all.” She placed a hand to her chest and humbly bowed. ”Pardon the intrusion, but I must take a moment of your time. Forgive me, I will not be long in your listening.”

The crowd was restless at first, but calmed down soon enough, as Blair Dame’s attention was directed towards the back. She pointed that way with an accusing finger and a focused gaze. ”I have asked. I have demanded. I have cajoled. I have all but begged for a match, and yet time and again I have been denied. As such, I am left with little in the way of choices. If I am not given, I must take. The Queen will not be denied.”

Blaire Dame began to circle the ring, finding her calm as she spoke. It would not do to get worked up here. She would retain her composure. ”To all wrestlers in the sound of my voice, I issue a challenge. Come out here, now, and I will face you in any match you desire. Hardcore, Hentai, Standard, and all in between. All I ask is that you bring your all to the game, and hold nothing back. I have endured enough disappointment already.”

Her statement made, Blair Dame retreated to the fair side of the ring and leaned up against the pads with her legs crossed, while she waited for someone - anyone - to accept her generous offer.

[ADarlingDucky]

The moment that Blair Dame entered the arena, the crowd watched excitedly, eyes eagerly following her march down to the ring and watching as her toned, powerful, and quite exceptionally curvy figure slipped into the squared circle. They followed her into the center of the ring, the focal point of the entire building, and as she held the microphone up to her lips, every single person stopped, waited, and listened, eagerly hanging on the words of the "Queen of the Reverse Facesit." It wasn't that surprising, after all, the audience's devoted attention. They were in the presence of royalty, a proud and powerful woman who commanded her words as well as she commanded her body, and given her fit physical shape, there was no question that her command was strict. It seemed both unfair and entirely understandable that she hadn't been given a match in so long.

After all, who would be crazy enough to accept a challenge from a woman built like that? However, the answer to that question suddenly stepped onto the entrance ramp, as three sets of legs scurried out to take a position at the top.

"Ready? Okay!"

Spoiler

"A-S-S! Yeah, she's known for her ass! But we all think, yeah we all think she's trash!"

"Trashy, gaudy, ugly! We just don't like your style!"
"Your hair needs new dye, that one's been old news for a while!"
"Think you're really brave, pulling this old stunt?"

"But all of us could beat you, so choose anyone you want!"

The trio finished their cheer with a dramatic throwing of their pom-poms into the air, all three posed together. The entire routine, dance moves and all, had certainly drawn the attention back up to them at the top of the ramp, but something more important was that it had answered Blair Dame's question, even if they had taken their sweet time to get there. Any one of the cheerleaders was seemingly up for the challenge of taking on the towering woman, and the choice would be placed in Blair's hands, as to who she wanted to tangle with!

[BlackAkuma]

Blair Dame was not so vain as to think that her challenge would be answered by the creamiest of the crop - she did not expect any of the current champions to show up, nothing so grand. The heavyweight division had more than a few woman such as herself, who would make excellent opponents. A newcomer, Aurelia Vance, had caught her eye, and she knew that members of the fabled Yse’ family were always on the look out for fresh prey. Bisa, a veteran like Chris Morgan, would even settle for someone in the male division. Perhaps a smothering match between herself and El Rey Del Ceilo? One could hope.

Reality was, as it was so often, disappointing. ”C'est quoi ce bordel?”

Instead of those greater, more interesting options, three girls - and they did, in fact, appear to be girls, worthy of no loftier title - appeared and began a chant. At first Blair assumed that they were merely entertainment, or the heralds of some greater, more impressive wrestler coming out, but then she centered on their words and picked up what they were truly saying. They seemed to be challenging her. Her. She was fairly certain she could benchpress any one of them, perhaps two on her best day, and they were challenging her.

When the trio finished their routine, Blair did not speak for a few awkward moments. Instead, she stared and contemplated, her head ticking to the side, as if she needed a moment to truly process the insanity and inanity that had just spewed from their silly little mouths. She found her senses in short order, however, then addressed them, slowly raising the microphone to her mouth before she spoke.

”I apologize, once again, but I am confused. Perhaps my English is not as refined as I believed.” She closed her eyes, her browed furrowed and a deep sigh ran through her. ”I did not catch all of your chattering, but am I correct in assuming you three challenged me to a match? Or is this merely some American attempt at humor? Because, either way, the result is much the same: I am not amused.”

With a hand on her hips, she strode towards the edge of the ring and gazed at the trio over the ropes, as her long shadow stretched up the ramp. ”A lady introduces herself before accepting a proposition. Who are you three, exactly?”

[ADarlingDucky]

The crowd was silent following the sudden appearance of the three cheerleaders and their performance, while Blair was similarly silent, gazing up the ramp at them as the three cheerleaders held their finishing poses, smug smiles on all three faces. The arena seemed frozen in that state for a few long moments, a bit too long to be comfortable, but finally, Blair would break the silence as she stepped forwards, microphone raising back up to her lips to make sure that everyone in the audience would hear her bewilderment. Her words were quick and conveyed exactly what she had thought of the JOB Squad's cheer, a serious lack of amusement directly stated to the women who stood atop the ramp opposite of her. Of course, the three of them would slowly slip out of their poses, and after they had tossed their pom-poms, they soon were replaced by three microphones, showing that the trio had come prepared!

"Oh my god... her vibes are like, absolutely rancid." The blonde spoke first, her valley girl accent filling the arena following Blair's question, in a decisive non-answer to the question that had been posed. The next one to talk was the short haired woman in the middle.

"'I apologize, I'm confused!' Like, no kidding. You look like you spend most of your time confused."

"She's giving me the ick. Seriously." The brunette finished, before all three would step forwards, making like they were coming down the ramp, but pausing midway through, now standing close enough to give Blair a far better look at them.

"Uh, maybe you didn't pay attention, but we literally told you we were challenging you. We did a whole routine about it. Unless that hair dye has seeped into your brain by now." The other two let out loud, catty laughs from behind, before she continued. "Any single one of us could beat you, so we're telling you to take your pick. You can have..."

"Jennifer!"

"Olivia!"

"Brittany!"

"And we are... the JOB Squad!"

Each woman stepped forwards as they called their name, and with one final cheer, they'd strike yet another pose, holding it to let it really sink in and allow Blair to properly gaze upon each of them, waiting on her choice!

[BlackAkuma]

In a small way, perhaps it was good that these three answered Blair Dame’s call. Small as they were, unimpressive as they were, they were serving a vital purpose. Before, she had, perhaps, not been in the best of moods for combat. Flustered and frustrated, she might have lacked the focus for a true match, and would have improperly directed those feelings against proper competition.

However, with this intrusion came anger, and that anger brought focus. She was now very much in a mood to kick someone. Several someones, even.

She stood, silent and impassive, as the trio introduced themselves in turn. Jennifer, Olivia, Brittany - ah, that explained the name they so proudly paraded on their tops, a far more charitable explanation than what she would have gone with.

”I assure you, ma puce, I did pay attention. I have the headache to prove it.” She furrowed her brow and winced - she was not joking about that last part. ”But clarity is crucial when making agreements. It is important that we speak plainly, so that all parties leave without ambiguity. Allow me to demonstrate, comme ça.”

Blair Dame pointed at Jennifer. ”You.” Olivia. ”And you.” Brittany. ”And you. I will take not just one of you, but all three, in a handicap match. Falls are determined only by a smothering knockout. But not one without consequence.” She turned to the side, just enough so that all three of them could have a perfect view of her not-inconsiderable backside, her pride and joy, perfectly honed through the years.

”If I emerge victorious - and I shall - your face will be my prize. Thenceforth, I will reserve the right to, at any time, approach any of you and sit on my prize for as long as I desire, in any manner I desire, for whatever reason strikes my fancy. Naturally, you three will have the same honor from me, should you emerge victorious. Which you will not.”

Now that the gauntlet was properly thrown, Blair Dame turned back to face them in full with a confident hand on her hip and the faintest hint of a smile on her lip. ”That is how you state terms. See? So simple. Now, the only question is, do you find those terms agreeable?”

[ADarlingDucky]

After their introduction and their several loud and direct complaints about Blair Dame, the trio stood across from the ring, holding their positions as the blue haired woman took yet another moment to absorb the cheerleaders, before she would speak once more. She was no more impressed, and no more outwardly angered by them, but the three had managed to light a fire underneath the surface, something they were currently unaware of as all three rolled their eyes upon hearing Blair continued on. But it was when she suddenly extended an arm and pointed a finger directly at each one of them would they suddenly pay a bit more attention, being directly spoken to in turn. And with all three selected, Blair would opt to challenge the entire squad, all of them at once, to a handicap match, in which falls would only be determined by smothering knockouts!

Not only that, but the busty heavyweight went one step further, declaring that the winner, be it her or the trio of cheerleaders, would have the right to call on the loser at any time to use their face as a seat. Turning the defeated wrestler into a human chair! The three women looked utterly surprised, but as one would expect, their stunned silence lasted only so long, before suddenly...

"Are... are you serious?! Is this some kinda joke to you?!"

"That hair dye definitely seeped into her brain..."

"Oooh, okay! I call dibs on her on the weekends! Gonna keep her on a leash and everything!"

Their reactions ran the full gambit from stunned anger, probably at the idea that Blair believed she would beat all of them, to quiet dismissal of the blue haired woman's confidence, all the way to an giddy pre-planning of how and when to use a human seat! Three very different responses, but there was one clear commonality between them, as all three of the cheerleaders marched their way down the rest of the ramp, quickly arriving at the ring and slipping inside, gathering on one edge of it to face off with the lone woman on the other side!

"You're on!" They declared together, accepting Blair's conditions for them and sending the crowd into an excited buzz, as the match for tonight had been officially settled on!