Damien Williams vs. Blair Dame - It's Been A While

[BlackAkuma]

This was actually a rare treat for Blair Dame. So few wrestlers these days liked to get up close and technical with their grappling - sure they, might start with a collar-and-elbow, but from there things usually devolved into striking matches with wrestling moves mixed in. Which suited her just fine, as she had excelled with both, even in her youth, and anyone trying to outstrike her would quickly see the folly in such an endeavor. But time to time, she did find herself wishing to give her less-used skills a proper workout, to test her technical bones, and Damien was already showing signs of fulfilling the request.

She caught him with the hip toss, bringing him head-over-heels and dumping him on his back to escape the hammerlock. With most, that would’ve been the end of it. In his place, she would’ve resorted to striking after she rose up, and silly her, she was expected much the same from him. Instead, she found herself walking into a side headlock of his own, her face mashed against his impressive pectorals.

With a moment to spare, she might have reversed this into all manner of things - perhaps an atomic drop, or a belly-to-back, or a reversed Northern Suplex. She had time for neither, however, as Damien tossed her over and did unto her as she’d done unto him, planting her with the hip toss.

How cheeky.

She couldn't resist a deep, mirthful laugh, as she looked up and saw that smile of his, still present even through the thicket he called a beard. A shame she would have to cover it up in a moment. ”Not fancy at all.” She sighed and lifted her shoulders enough to avoid being pinned. ”Let’s see what your other two old friends have to say on the matter.”

Blair Dame sat up a bit, pushing Damien back, just enough for his ‘old friends’ to reach him. She brought her legs up and attempted to wrap them around his skull, hoping to pull him into a side headscissors before he could figure out the joke.