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

[BlackAkuma]

”You can beat him, you can cheat him, you can treat him bad, and leave him when he's down, yeah…

Blair Dame continued to tap her feet and sing under her breath as Olivia prepared to take the field, though, admittedly, she was putting on something of a front, now, and wasn’t nearly as inattentive as she seemed. In fact, she was laser-focused on the remaining cheerleaders, eying them from across the ring and taking note of their dynamics. As near as she could tell, Brittany - the one in glasses - was the smart one, while Olivia was something of a hothead. She had no idea where Jennifer fit into things, but she supposed that didn’t matter, at this point.

It did tell her who she needed to be wary of. While she had eliminated one of the JOB Squad with minimal effort, she was still one woman against two, and even with her size and experience advantage that was no small task to take on.

Blair Dame was looking over to the side, trying to keep her eyes on Brittany, when Olivia demanded attention. She looked the woman over, head to toe, and shrugged. ”Cheap? There was nothing cheap about my shot, ma chère. The bell rang. Should I have given poor Jennifer notice before I kicked her in the face?”

Despite the bravado, Blair Dame could not help but notice that her foe was not being so bold in her approach, clearly learning from her friend’s example. The White Widow moved in with fists raised and toes tapping, keeping a wary gaze on her foe.

Once she reached halfway across the ring, she darted forward, swung her leg out low, and sent a sweeping kick at Ophelia’s calf, trying to trip her up, or at the very least get her moving.

[ADarlingDucky]

While Brittany attended to Jennifer and Blair Dame stood at the opposite corner of the ring, softly singing to herself, Olivia was left as the next woman to step inside, after witnessing just how bad things had gone for Jennifer. And yet, in some strange and curious part of her brain, the spitfire of the trio would be thinking hard on how best to deal with Blair, running on the assumption that Jennifer, despite perhaps being the most athletic of the trio, had simply gotten too full of herself and had paid the price for it. Surely, the same couldn't happen to Olivia, who was now far more alert while staring across the ring at the blue haired heavyweight, keeping a watchful eye on her. She'd simply be a bit more cautious, avoid any big, hefty strikes, and hit Blair when she could, which would cause the giant to crumble, and become vulnerable.

It all seemed so simple in her head.

Blair herself seemed to be slightly distracted, gazing past Olivia towards the corner of the ring, but the words from the tomboy would drag her attention back front and center, Olivia glaring at her as Blair responded. In reality, there was little that Olivia could say to beat back Blair's words in a logical way, and so she'd simply opt to raise a middle finger towards her, egging the bigger woman on. Blair would begin a slow walk forwards, and Olivia's body tensed, not moving from her position in the corner, watching as Blair made it halfway to her, before she suddenly rushed forwards.

Olivia's eyes went wide, but as Blair swung her leg out in a low arc, aiming it towards the cheerleader's leg, Olivia would leap forwards, along the edge of the ring, diving over the kick and landing in a roll that would bring her back up to a kneeling position. It looked like a move straight out of Dark Souls, and given how Blair had flattened Jennifer with a kick, it very much felt that way too. Of course, Olivia would quickly back up after rising, giving Blair a quick once over, an almost relieved smirk crossing her face as it sunk in that she had indeed avoided the attack.

"Heh... heheheh! Weird, you seem, like, waaaaaaaay slower. Funny how that works when someone's ready for you, isn't it?" Olivia mocked, turning around and slapping her ass in Blair's direction. Perhaps not the wisest idea to taunt the much larger woman, but a successful evasion had bolstered her confidence, and now Olivia was looking to have the blue haired woman chasing her around the ring, tiring herself out in the process!

[BlackAkuma]

A middle finger. How stereotypically American.

Blair Dame didn’t have the same level of ire for that nation that some of her own people did - she had traveled there a few times and found it reasonably pleasant, though the food was mostly atrocious. She could definitely say they were a people lacking in etiquette, particularly with their younger generation, and this was a fine example.

So brazen, so gauche. Blair Dame sighed at the sight and shook her head. ”Poor form, dear. I will remember that finger.”

With that promise made, she moved to engage the smaller woman, lashing out with a kick that would’ve sent her tumbling if it hit. Unfortunately, it did not, as Ophelia proved too fleet of foot and jumped away, creating a sizeable gap between them.

And there were the taunts, too. Vexing.

Blair Dame did not waste her breath on responding - instead, she moved, she acted. She hit the ropes, the pushed forward with solid momentum backing her up, giving her a burst of speed to close in on her opponent with. Once she was in range, she lashed out, going high with a roundhouse kick aimed at her foe’s face.

[ADarlingDucky]

Olivia's confidence soared as she dove over Blair's kick, executing an athletic roll that would see her landing in a kneeling position, already having surpassed Jennifer's efforts with that singular dodge alone. The Squad would need to take the wins where they could get them at this point. However, despite feeling quite the rush as she avoided Blair's strikes, her taunts would draw her foe closer, Blair using the ropes to bounce towards her with a fair amount more momentum than before, this time throwing another kick Olivia's way, whipping her leg towards the cheerleader with a strike that was now even faster, and aimed directly at Olivia's head! The cheerleader, having only just turned around from her mocking of Blair, would let out a yelp as she threw herself backwards, leaning back as Blair's foot came so close to her that she felt the wind off of it as it soared past.

Olivia's heart jumped into her throat from the close proximity, but the more pressing issue was that her dodge, whipping herself backwards as she had, would take her off of her feet, and she'd land on her ass on the canvas, losing her base entirely. And given that Blair was in hot pursuit of her with several kicks that were designed to take her head off, that was not where she wanted to be.

"Fuck fuck fuck..." Olivia hissed to herself as she scooted backwards, using her legs to push herself backwards in a hurry... only for her progress to be stopped by the corner post. In her haste to move away from Blair, Olivia had pushed herself right up against the turnbuckles behind her, and was now seated in the corner, looking up at the heavyweight with a hint of fear creeping into her eyes. In a match that required smother knockouts, Olivia had put herself in possibly the worst position imaginable. "N-no, wait a second! Hold on!"

"Surprise, bitch!" Olivia's terrified begging would be cut off by the return of Brittany Benson. The brunette, assuming that Blair had been approaching the cornered Olivia, would slide her way back into the ring, but not empty handed! She wielded a steel chair, and with a mighty cry, she would rush forwards and swing it, aiming to slam it directly into Blair's muscled back!

[BlackAkuma]

Close, that. So, so close.

Blair Dame’s foot cut through the air like a blade, one that was meant for Ophelia’s face. While it might not have had quite the opponent of her finishing move, any of her kicks could potentially KO an opponent, especially one as dainty as these three. She had no doubts that she could any of them out with one good hit. Maybe two, at the most.

Of course, she needed contact for that to happen, and as it turned out, their cheerleading outfits were more than decoration. Ophelia deftly dodged, avoiding her kicks with surprising agility - while Blair Dame was not as fleet of foot as she had been in her youth, she was still quicker than most, and avoiding her blows was no mean feat.

Unfortunately for her, however, doing so had put her right where she should not be - in the corner, trapped, a rat in the corner while the cat closed in. Blair Dame moved in, raised her leg in, and-

Ah. There was Brittany. Or was it Bethany? So difficult to keep track.

Either way, she heard the B-named cheerleader, the smart one, coming at her from behind, and a quick glance over her shoulder confirmed as much. Brandishing a chair, no less. This one had gumption. It would get her nowhere, but good for her.

There was no time for Blair to turn around, so she didn’t. Instead, she threw her body backwards, let her foot fly through the air in an arc, and attempted to hit the chair - and the face behind it - with a Pele Kick.