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.

[ADarlingDucky]

It was quite the rush, those first few minutes, as Damien and Blair came together in a lockup that sparked countless memories of matches past, all of the muscle memory returning and then some, as he pushed himself against his opponent. There was plenty of training that had come before this moment, of course, but there was nothing that was quite the same as the meeting between two bodies in a real, official bout, and the fact that Blair was ready to meet him on those terms created an electricity in the air. Of course, the two were quick to attempt to get the edge up on one another, and as Damien and Blair fought for control over one another, it would be the blonde who would break their lockup first, moving to a hammerlock only to get flung to the mat swiftly, Blair showing no small amount of awareness as she countered his move! But as Damien landed, he'd roll through and pop back up, and after capturing Blair's head and performing a hip toss of his own, he'd land flush atop her, gazing down at her with a very faint smile, back in control!

For as worried as he might have been about a reuinion with Blair, given how well she knew him and her seeming desire to tease him with the prospect of her and his wife joining together, it was... comfortable. He felt more comfortable with her than someone who didn't know him at all, and that allowed him to feel far more at ease in the ring, which also meant he was far more able to perform as best as he could. And given what a force of nature that Blair could be if she choose, he was most certainly going to be on the top of his game.

Of course, he'd be ever so slightly distracted by the mention of two old friends.

"Old friends? What are- Aagh!" Oh. Ooooh. Those old friends. Damien was clued in quick once Blair's legs swung up to wrap around his head, suddenly yanking him down the length of Blair's body, his hold on her disappearing as he was suddenly placed in a side headscissor. She wasn't off with her description, to be fair. It was, admittedly, not the first time that Damien had his head firmly wedged between Blair's thick thighs, and realistically, if she got ahold of his wife like she was planning, it probably wasn't the last. Still, they offered just as dangerous of a squeeze as they always could, and the blonde would let out a groan as she began to flex her lower body!

"Gghh! Nngh... same... as they... always were..." Damien gasped, before he moved to plant his palms on Blair's thighs, getting a good grip before he would begin to twist himself to try and wind up on his knees, getting a good base before he began to push hard, trying to yank his head free before she could crush him!

[BlackAkuma]

Ah, it had been a while since she’d had this head between her thighs. Suffice to say, she had missed it.

Though she was equal opportunity in combat - and many other endeavors - she had to say that, on the whole, she preferred squeezing male bodies over female ones. The size was usually greater, more dense, which gave her legs more to sink their teeth into, and the noises and grunts they made during the struggle were more pleasing to her ears.

She found Damien’s exceedingly pleasant. After she caught his skull between her thighs, she stretched and gave him a brief taste of her full power - her legs were a bit bigger than he might remember, a bit stronger, and she was eager to show him the difference. She eased up after that exertion, but she still gave him a steady, crushing pressure to keep him under control. There would be no easy escape for Damien, not from this.

Not that he wouldn’t try, of course. Blair Dame looked down as he began to maneuver, looking for egress, and she gave him a few quick flexes to try and dissuade him. Still, he worked his way up to his knees and began to push - from that angle, with his strength, even she would be hard-pressed to keep him under control.

”Leaving so soon?” She chuckled as he popped his head free and put some distance between them. Not wanting to let him take too much ground, she rolled to her feet and came chasing after him, closing the distance with a single long, powerful stride. Her boot sliced through the air, low and swift, as she sought to trip Damien up with a sweep.

[ADarlingDucky]

As much as others might have enjoyed this position, and Damien himself had certainly enjoyed it before, having his head wedged between Blair's hefty thighs was most definitely not going to be good for him in the long run, given the slow squeeze she was applying. She certainly had bulked up since their days together in the past, even if she had quite the hefty lower body back then as well, and it showed in the amount of power that she was able to apply without really seeming to strain herself at all. Damien, well aware that getting caught like this again could spell disaster, decided to try and make his stay as brief as possible, quickly twisting his body in order to get himself up onto his knees. Once he had accomplished that, a good push on her legs would allow him to suddenly yank his head free, the blonde male letting out a grunt as he freed himself, falling backwards and beginning to push himself upwards.

Only, Blair wasn't keen to let that happen. As he began to stand, the blue haired beauty was already back up and taking a hard step towards him, planting herself on one leg as she swung the other like a scythe along the ground, and Damien found his base almost immediately cut out from underneath him, leg whipping to the side from Blair's kick!

"Nnngh!" A grunt of pain escaped his mouth as Blair hit him, and Damien dropped back, landing on the mat with a thud as she brought him down once more, showing that she had no intention of letting him go yet. If he wanted a reprieve, he'd need to fight for it.

"Something tells me that you wouldn't let me hear the end of it if I did..." Damien's retort would accompany a change in plan, as he suddenly swung his own leg out, using his position on the mat to go low, aiming at Blair's base! He'd attempt to knock her off balance and send her toppling forwards, which, if successful, would happen to bring her down atop him. And if he succeeded, he'd bring his legs up and hook them around her thighs, quickly pulling guard as he sought to bring them into a position together on the mat, something that both he and she knew he was far more comfortable with!

[BlackAkuma]

Some women preferred the bodyscissors, and Blaire Dame had been known to bust a rib or two in her time, as well, but for her money? Oh, there was nothing so quite as exquisite as a well executed headscissor. To have your strongest muscles working against someone’s throat was to hold the power of life and death over them. Though she had never seriously injured anyone with her thighs, the knowledge that she could was, in itself, intoxicating. A heady tonic from which to drink.

And she would have her fill of Damien tonight. It would not be the last time his head found its in a familiar place. She swore it.

But for now, he had escaped, though that hardly meant he was out of danger. Her legs were good for kicking, too, and she employed them as she gave chase. Her sweep found its mark, his base was destroyed, and down he went again, on his back while she towered over him. A position she would never grow tired of.

Sadly, it was short-lived, as he suddenly lashed out with a kick of his own, making him fall into her clutches. His legs ensnared hers, locking her place, and she found herself laying on top of him.

Deja vu.

As much as Blair Dame loved to flirt and would continue to do so, it was merely to rile Damien up and get his proverbial goat. Even she wasn’t so bold as to get physical with a married man, never in the business of wrecking homes, so she sought to be free of this position as soon as possible. She rose up and plant her forearm against his chest, trying to keep him at a distance. ”Careful, Damien.” She spoke between grunts. ”People will talk.”