The JOB Squad vs. Blair Dame - Bow Down to the Queen

[BlackAkuma]

Continued from here.

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Match Type: Handicap Smother Challenge
Victory Conditions: Smother all opponents into unconsciousness. Otherwise, traditional tag team conditions apply.
Victory Stipulations: The winner will gain the right to call on the loser at any time and sit on their face(s).

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Of course, the JOB Squad - mon deiu, such a silly name - accepted the offer. Who could blame them? Blair Dame’s terms were, indeed, generous. Easy wins like this rarely came about in LAW. The opportunity to not only defeat a seasoned veteran, but to claim her as your eternal seat? The trio would be mad to refuse, and they must think her mad for offering.

Ah, to be young again. And gullible.

Despite how Blair Dame was acting, she had a deep well of sympathy for the trio of girls she was about to face. And her use of the term ‘girls’ was no mere happenstance or poor word choice, no. To call them ‘women’, while not inaccurate, would be an inadequate use of the term in her eyes.

They were girls, still, and that brought certain annoyances. She had been a girl once, herself, back when dinosaurs roamed the earth. Confident, headstrong, eager to prove her worth, though even at her most intractable she had been this much of a nuisance. They need someone to humble them, as she herself had been humbled. Such was the way of things. Sunrise, sunset.

As the three made their way to the ring with a referee close behind, Blair Dame strolled about in front of her corner with a lazy gait, a lioness prowling about her domain. She took a moment to check her gloves and make sure her boots were properly strapped. She would great need of them, tonight.

”Not that it truly matters, but which one of you will be starting?” She cast a curious eye their way as she settled into her corner. ”If I might be so bold, I’d suggest proceeding in the order of your acronym. To keep things orderly, you see.”

[ADarlingDucky]

The showdown between Blair Dame and the JOB Squad had gone about as well as it could have, with both sides in different states of anticipation. Blair, calm and relaxed on the outside, hid her indignation over the women who had challenged her, while the JOB Squad openly bristled at Blair's confident proposal of a three on one, especially with such a humiliating stipulation so confidently mixed into the match. It seemed like something that Blair had no way of winning, and so all three cheerleaders would readily accept the offer, each one wearing a confident smirk as they moved to a corner opposite of the heavyweight wrestler. Blair would do the same, and the three cheerleaders would commence a brief huddle, their voices hushed and their glances ever so briefly darting over to the woman who stood opposite of them, before her voice rang out once more.

Blair had yet another suggestion it seemed. This one being that they ought to go in the order of their introduction, which received a glare from Olivia and a slightly curious look from Brittany, as Jennifer let a wide smile cross her face.

"Alright girls, you heard her! Looks like Blake decided who she'd like to spend the night under! No hard feelings!" She'd give her own friends a cheeky wave as she turned and stepped out to the middle of the ring, cocking one of her curvy hips to the side. She'd run a hand over her thigh, tracing it up to the curve of her rear end, before bringing her hand the rest of the way up to fix one lone finger on the big woman!

"Can't say I blame ya lady. If you wanna just like, sit in the corner and get yourself ready, it's totes cool. I don't think anyone would blame ya." Jennifer would give a lackadaisical point over towards one of the neutral corners, before the bell rang in the background, signaling the start of the match as Jennifer gave a snide laugh at her own trash talk!

[BlackAkuma]

”Steve walks warily down the street, with the brim pulled way down low...ain't no sound but the sound of his feet, machine guns ready to go…”

Blair Dame hummed a little Queen to herself as she prepared for the match, giving the JOB Squad only the smallest amount of her attention, remarkably low considering the monumental task she had set before herself. She paid little mind to the girl who would be taking the initiative in this match - in truth, it mattered little to her which of them began, and she merely made the suggestion for simplicity’s sake. She was having enough trouble remembering their names already.

Jennifer - if Blair Dame was remembering her name correctly - made her way out first, looking extremely confident for someone about to engage with a woman nearly twice her size. Perhaps she was confident that their numbers advantage would carry the day, or she believed that the age difference would prove too insurmountable for her foe. Or perhaps she was just an idiot.

“Are you ready? Hey, are you ready for this? Are you hanging on the edge of your seat? Out of the doorway, the bullets rip, to the sound of the beat…yeah…”

It wouldn’t make a difference to Blair Dame’s boot.

The moment the bell rang, Blair Dame stepped in, spun about in a full circle, and came out of the turn with her heel high and shooting forward, coming at Jennifer’s face with a Discus Big Boot, her finishing maneuver: The Psyclone.

[ADarlingDucky]

If there was only one thing that Blair had said that actually was considered by the trio of cheerleaders, it was her comment that perhaps they ought to start in order. Not because they considered it a wise idea, but rather, because it let Jennifer proudly walk herself out to the middle of the ring, the sporty blonde getting to tell her compatriots to sit back and watch, as she claimed the honor of going first! Stepping out to the middle of the ring, Jennifer would turn and flash her partners a smug smile, Olivia scowling in response while Brittany simply rolled her eyes, the two knowing that Jennifer fully planned on claiming all the glory for herself, something that amused neither of the other two. But, Blair had chosen her fate, and now she sat mumbling to herself in the opposite corner, Jennifer's smug smirk growing somewhat annoyed as Blair ignored her.

"Um, hey. Are you listening? ...Hey, I'm talking to youuuuuuu! What are you-" But in the midst of Jennifer's call, the bell had rung. And Blair didn't waste even a single second.

In a blur of motion, seemingly far too fast for a heavyweight, Blair committed one mighty spin, body twisting to build momentum, before she lunged at Jennifer, leg flying up as her boot slammed square into the cheerleader's head, hitting her with a discus big boot. A sickening thwack rang out, and Jennifer didn't even make a sound, her upper body whipping back so hard that her feet flung up off of the canvas and into the air, before she landed hard. Her body folded up, skirt flipping downwards as her thick rear was left facing up in the air, in a humiliating display.

Everyone was silent. And then, all at once, the crowd erupted. Cheers and hollers flooded the arena, all over the finisher, the literal first move landed this match! The only two that were quiet were Olivia and Brittany, standing still, their expressions having melted into stun shock, eyes wide as they gazed over the rope. Suddenly, all the jeers Blair's way were quiet.

"Uh... Jenny?" There was no response to Brittany's call. While she had only been hit with one move, that singular move had knocked Jennifer out cold, the blonde slumbering softly in the center of the ring, likely a new record for fastest KO!

[BlackAkuma]

”Another one bites the dust…hm, hm, hm, another one bites the dust. And another one gone and another one gone, another one bites the dust.”

The crowd roared, bursting into a cacophony of cheers and applause at Blair Dame’s explosive opening. While she did appreciate the admiration, however, she did not show it on her face or in her reactions. The moment her boot connected with Jennifer’s face, she merely stood there, adjusting her gloves and continued to hum along, as if taking out the girl had been of little thought to her. She might as well have been crushing a bug in the middle of her morning jog.

Not far from the truth, she supposed.

After a moment, she finally bothered to look over her shoulder and confirm that, yes, Jennifer was unconscious. This actually poses a small problem. In a normal match, that would be the fall, a victory by knockout. While this match did require her to knock out her foes to win, it specified that this needed to be done by smothering. Blair Dame ramming her boot into someone’s face, while amusing, certainly did not count as ‘smothering’.

A simple fix, however. Blair Dame took a moment to scan the other two girls, measuring their reactions for the appropriate amount of fear, before she spun about on her heel and strolled over to her fallen foe. She took a moment to nudge the woman in the stomach so that her lower body would flop back down, then she stepped over the woman’s head, facing towards her body, had a deep sigh, and knelt.

But she didn’t sit down, not just yet. Blair Dame kept her ass hovering over Jennifer’s face like the Sword of Damocles, ready to drop at a moment’s notice, while she reached back and gave the girl a few quick slaps in the cheek to rouse her. The moment she saw signs of life and opened those eyes, the White Widow would descend, engulfing her features between two of the smoothest cheeks to ever grace a television screen.

[ADarlingDucky]

For Jennifer, the sudden loss of consciousness was something that couldn't be explained, even if she had been awake to actually do so. One second, she was standing there, waiting for her opponent to stop whispering and actually approach her. Couldn't be helped that she was afraid, Jennifer was the most classically athletic of the trio of cheerleaders after all, and given that Blair had put herself in such a poor position, it seemed only fitting that she was regretting her decision to tangle with them all. But then, in the midst of Jenny's musings, she had witnessed a sudden blur of white and blue, and then nothing but black, an endless sea of it, surprising and somewhat relaxing. What the cheerleader was entirely unaware of was that her "relaxation" was her body going fully slack, unable to obey as she was knocked clean out, to the utter delight of the crowd.

Olivia and Brittany were silent, watching on as Blair stepped past Jennifer and put her foot down, her move completed, and for several moments, the heavyweight wouldn't even turn around to inspect her work. She seemed entirely unbothered, and given how fast she had just put Jennifer down, there was good reason for her to not look that way. But when she finally did spin around, she'd gently walk over to the cheerleader, give her a quick boot to unfurl her body, and then position herself over the blonde, sinking to her knees and hovering herself just above Jennifer. Her massive ass now hanging only inches above the KO'd woman, in an ominous fashion.

Tap tap tap.

"Uuugh... nnngh..." A low moan came from the blonde as Blair gave her a few quick slaps on the cheek, Jennifer twisting slightly before her eyes fluttered open, unfocused and cloudy.

"Nngh... did... did I win? Where did- mmph!" Realization sank in only the smallest moment before Blair descended, stopping Jennifer's words right then and there. Her vision had just cleared, and she caught the briefest glimpse of those massive, pale cheeks descending towards her, before her vision went black again. This time though, Jennifer was fully conscious, letting out a low moan into the hefty cheeks of the heavyweight atop her, face buried deep in Blair's ass, utterly squashed and sat upon, now quickly running out of the air she had just barely reclaimed!

[BlackAkuma]

Oh me, oh my. The JOB Squad had grown deathly quiet, had they not?

Blair Dame was, of course, not referring to Jennifer. She had a good reason to not say much at the moment - namely, the exceedingly excellent ass that was currently engulfing her winsome face. As many before her would attest, it was quite impossible to breathe once the Queen of the Reverse Facesit took her throne, much less get out anything resembling words or syllables.

From her seat, she looked warily over her shoulder, gazing at the remaining cheerleaders. The OB Squad, she supposed. She had been worried that one of them might try to intervene and save their compatriot, but now, they were hanging back. Petrified with fear.

”By all means, ladies. Jump in. The water is fine.” The barest hint of a smile graced her lips. ”No? You’re just going to stand there like a bunch of pissants? Very well.”

She spread her legs and solidified her position, making sure to create a perfect seal, and her hand came to the girl’s chest, both to idly stroke it and to monitor her signs of life. With time to spare, she decided to make this a teachable moment. ”Let poor Jennifer be your example, ladies: you must always be on your guard, from the moment the bell rings to the moment it rings again, and preferably beyond that. Seize the initiative or it will be seized away from you.”

Blair Dame looked over her shoulder once more as her back muscles flared up, putting her defined musculature on display. Her gaze locked onto Olivia, presuming she would be next in line. Or was it Ophelia? She was having trouble remembering. ”Am I understood?”

[ADarlingDucky]

There was a moment, a very brief moment, where Jennifer was woken up by Blair's slaps, eyes fluttered open to spy the utterly massive ass hovering over her head, where she realized exactly what she was looking at. The moment was so brief, however, that despite knowing that she was looking at a large rear end, one that could realistically only belong to Blair, she did not realize what was going to happen next, and was quite surprised when it suddenly landed firmly on her face, Jenny sinking between those cheeks into complete darkness. Blair's smother was complete, the only real way that there could be to describe it, as Jennifer was utterly helpless, her body weakly attempting to listen to her as she reached up and grasped at Blair's hips. She pawed at the soft skin of her opponent, her back arching and her legs kicking uselessly against the mat, but it was obvious. There was no way out.

On the outside, Olivia and Brittany watched, eyes wide at the scene. Jennifer's face was fully hidden, buried in ass, and Blair's position exuded an aura of power and confidence, neither woman really able to believe that just one singular move had resulted in this. It was only when Blair's voice suddenly rose through the air again that they were snapped out of their stupor, finding that the blue haired beauty was speaking to them, but neither cheerleader had a response for her at the moment, continuing to watch. Blair, seemingly expecting this, sat down harder on Jennifer as she continued on, the blonde reaching out a shaky hand into the air, as if trying to grasp a rope, a helping hand, anything at all. She'd find nothing but air.

Blair's lecture would reach both cheerleaders, and the cool gaze that she threw over her shoulder as she flexed her back muscles would finally snap Olivia out of things enough that she gripped the ropes, a minor scowl crossing her face. The direct confrontational nature of Blair's words seemed to be putting her into motion, but as she looked like she were about to try and climb through them, she was suddenly grabbed and pulled back by the brunette!

"What are you doing?!"

"What am I doing? What are YOU doing?!"

"I'm gonna go help, obviously!"

"That's what she's waiting for! We need a plan, not for you to run in and get kicked!"

"Are you just gonna let Jenny-"

"Yes! So that we don't end up the same! Listen close..." Brittany would yank Olivia in, and after putting a hand up to her ear, would lean in close to whisper. The cheerleaders had made their decision, and as they formulated a plot to try and prepare for Blair, Jenny was slowly moving less and less, until her shaky hand would flop to the mat and she would cease moving at all, knocked out cold with her face wedged in Blair's thick ass!

[BlackAkuma]

7 out of 10.

That was the grade Blair Dame would give Jennifer as a seat. Above average, but far from the best face that her cheeks had ever graced. The moaning was good, but she preferred her seats to be a little more contoured, so that she could settle better and get them deep between the clefts. Bonus points if there was a squirming tongue to grind against.

But it was not a problem - after all, Jennifer would have more than ample opportunity to improve her technique in the future, Blair Dame would see to it. And her teammates would have their turn soon, as well. Speaking of whom…

For an instant - brief, but noticeable - Blair Dame tensed up as it looked like Olivia was about to take the bait and come charging in. While it would be a small irritant, putting her down, then finishing Jennifer off would be quite easy, and would frankly make things easier in the long run. While she didn’t anticipate any of them being a challenge, it would be easier to deal with them when they were angry and riled, prone to making fatal mistakes.

Unfortunately, it seemed like one of them was actually using their shared brain cell. She looked on, curious, as Brittany - that was her name, correct? - held Olivia back, and the two of them had a quick confab. It was no cause for alarm, she would handle whatever scheme they concocted. But it was interesting to note that there seemed to be a pecking order between them.

Whatever conspiracy they were concocting, they would have precious little time to grow it - Jennifer drifted away soon after, finally going into unconsciousness and giving Blair Dame her first knockout of the match.

”One down…”

Blair Dame stood, stretched, and stepped away as the referee tended to Jennifer’s fallen form. She strutted back to her corner and leaned back against the pads, making sure to put no small amount of swing in her hips as she went.

[ADarlingDucky]

Thinking on it rationally, Brittany had likely just saved Olivia from enduring quite the nasty fate. It was obvious that Blair was baiting her, and as it so happened, the bluenette had targeted the most hotheaded cheerleader of the group to employ such tactics on, very nearly getting her to act on her impulses before the cooler head prevailed. That being said, while Olivia had been saved, there was no way that either woman, at the current moment, was going to be able to save poor Jennifer. The blonde had been stuck underneath Blair for the entire duration of the exchange between Blair and the two remaining squad members, and every second that passed would be another that she was left entirely breathless, wedged in Blair's ass. Each second her face seemed to be squished in a new way by those massive, pale orbs, and eventually, the lack of air would send her on a humiliating trip to dreamland, as she passed out, face wedged in Blair's buttcrack.

Once she was noticeably out, the referee would soon step in, and Blair Dame would finally rise off of her, revealing Jennifer to the world once more. Face bright red, her hair slightly tussled and out of place, and slumbering softly, eyes closed as her chest rose and fell gently, completely out cold. Very likely, not even understanding what had occurred or why she was dreaming of large, blue haired women at the moment. The referee would briefly check on her, before taking the blonde and shifting her out of the middle of the ring, moving her towards the corner and handing her over to her team.

"Jeez..." Brittany grumbled as she looked Jennifer over, before stepping down from the apron and pulling the blonde from it as well, lowering her onto the floor outside the ring, somewhere where she wouldn't be in the way. Notably though, Brittany wouldn't resume her position on the apron after doing so, instead staying crouched down beside Jennifer as now, Olivia entered the ring.

"By the way, you are totally cooked now. No more cheap shots to get you through this, they're not gonna work anymore! So whenever you want, wide ride, I'm right here!" Olivia boldly called out, a scowl on her face as she gazed across the ring at Blair, extending a hand and motioning the heavyweight towards her, egging her on! And yet, the much smaller woman didn't actually make a single move forwards herself, instead staying just a few steps outside of her own corner, and leaving all the expectation on Blair to come to her!