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

[BlackAkuma]

There was the blush. Few would ever describe Damien as cute, even in her younger years, but few had ever known him quite so well as Blair Dame, once upon a time. He could be serious and stern when need be, and his visage brought to mind chiseled granite. But beneath that stone was something softer and warmer and occasionally adorable. You could see it, if you knew where to look. Beneath the grisly hairs.

That little blush.

It alone was enough to bring the smile out of her, and a genuine one, not laced in lust. ”You could’ve fooled me.” She chewed her lip and muffled a giggle that had no business coming from a woman her age. ”But I will endeavor.”

As fun as it was to steal away with Damien’s proverbial goat, she did have more pressing concerns, such as the pressing he was currently doing to her shoulders. The referee’s count only went as far as one before she bridged up on her head and lifted him up, but the message was clear - this was not the place for her.

She had options, though, and she employed one of them as she tried to stretch her legs out with a sudden burst, trying to get them just far enough that she could slip them out of Damien’s and escape his entwining grasp. With that done, her next, best move would be to plant her feet, thrust upwards, and send him rolling away, hopefully making some space between them and earning her a respite.

[ADarlingDucky]

Asking Blair not to make an innuendo in this situation, legs tied together and spread apart, laying atop one another on the canvas, was probably about as useful as asking the sun to kindly stop shining for a moment to get some shade. It just wasn't going to happen, though perhaps by mere chance of the mood he found her in, as she only gave him a passing remark and a giggle, far less than she probably normally would have normally, before she suddenly began to push up against him, bridging after planting her feet hard into the canvas. For as much as Blair played into her generously curvy frame, being known as someone who was keen to take a seat on her opponents, her body was also layered with muscle underneath, and Damien was very quickly hefted off of the ground ever so slightly, as she got her base. And then, with a sharp surge, she would hoist him clean off of her, sending the blonde rolling across the mat a small ways before he caught himself, Damien quickly rolling to his hands and knees and pushing back up to his feet.

She had dismounted him, sure, but she still had to rise up from being on her back, and Damien was already getting onto his feet, moving at a brisk walk back to her in order to meet her as she stood, aiming to catch her while she was still on the way up. And if he did, he'd attempt to swing an arm around her head, catching her in a front facelock and pulling her up into his control.

"I appreciate the endeavor. So uh, don't hold this against me." Damien would reach down with his free hand, grasping at Blair's curvy hip before he would slip his hands underneath the side of her leotard, digging his fingers in and getting a good grip. With a sudden heave, he'd hoist the fabric upwards, likely cutting it into her plump behind, while he attempted to bring the bluenette clean up into the air, as he looked to swing her in a clean arc through the air, before slamming her down with a quick and powerful snap suplex!

[BlackAkuma]

Try as Blair might, it was hard to ignore those old familiar feelings, as their bodies ground together in the hold. They both had changed physically, and not merely by age - she was more solid, more muscular than she had been the last time they were this close, and he struck her as being a bit more dense, for want of a better word. And yet, there was something so familiar in the way their hips just…fit. Like a lock and key that hadn't been used in so long. Rusty, a bit slow, but all the basic parts were still there. She need only slide it in, and then…

No. No, no, no, that wouldn’t do, and she could resist such temptation. She doubted it would work if she was even sincere about it - the Damien she remembered was many things, but never faithless.

So it was all well and good that her attempt at separating them worked well, before any more temptations were dropped in their laps and the awkwardness had more of a chance to spread. She threw him off and earned herself a moment to rise, but that moment turned out to not be long enough. Sure enough, he was on her again in a flash, seizing her head with a front facelock, the prelude to so many painful things.

In this case, it turned out to be a quick suplex, one that brought Blair down hard on her spine and sent shivers all through her body. She hissed at the sting, but as much as she wanted to sit and wallow with the pain, she knew that wasn’t an option. If Damien kept this up, he would keep rolling with the momentum and take this match away from her.

"Nothing to apologize for. I can take a little pain." She had a deep, husky laugh through the pained grunt. "As well you know."

Instead of simply laying there, Blair wrapped her arm tight around his head, rolled over, and forced herself upward, dragging him along for the ride. As soon as she was back up, she did unto him as he’d done unto her - arching her back, bringing him over, and trying to slam him with her own Snap Suplex.

[ADarlingDucky]

So much physical contact during wrestling. I mean, it was a combat sport, so of course there was going to be plenty of body-on-body contact between the competitors, but had it always been this noticeable when it occurred? The clear and obvious explanation was right there of course, but perhaps Damien was already busy enough trying to keep Blair from invading his thoughts, so perhaps that was why. Instead, he was busy thinking about the mischievously gleeful smirk that his wife was going to throw his way, which was another battle he’d have to fight. This one was probably easier to manage to be honest.

Getting Blair up into the air was a bit difficult, given the muscles that she packed into her curvy frame, but it meant that when he had reached the apex, he was able to swing her down that much harder. The ring rattled from the impact, and for a moment, both himself and Blair lay still, the bluenette simply letting out a hiss as the pain of the suplex ran through her. But then, her grip on him tightened. Damien’s eyebrows rose slightly, but before he could stop it, Blair rolled them both over, hauling Damien up this time, before he was swung up and through the air, Blair answering his suplex with one of her own!

“UUGH!” A grunt was forced from Damien’s mouth as he landed, in a familiar position but now with him bearing the force of the impact. “Yeah… I remember that now…” Damien groaned in response to her words, before he would push the pain aside. With their arms still around one another, the blonde wasn’t ready to give up that grip yet, and just as Blair had done a moment ago, he fought through the ache of the impact and rolled the pair over, picking them both up as if looking to begin a war of suplexes!

Only, he wasn’t.

“Don’t worry. No pain this time.” An odd promise to make, but time would show what he meant. Instead of delivering another suplex, this time, Damien would reach down with his free hand and snatch hold of the back of Blair’s knee, before stepping in and slipping his leg around her only base left, before the blonde would suddenly roll backwards, pulling the Queen of the Reverse Facesit along with him as he suddenly folded her into a surprise small package pin, her legs spread apart as he held her shoulders to the mat, the referee sliding in to begin a count!

“ONE!”

[BlackAkuma]

It was taking genuine effort to not laugh as she brought Damien up and over for the suplex. Quite frankly, she was having the time of her life.

She wouldn’t say her time in LAW had been unpleasant, far from it. Getting to tangle with the new generation of wrestlers had been the perfect cure for what ailed her, and she was more than willing to test herself and make new connections. But even so, she couldn't say it had felt like old times, exactly. She’d had good matches, yes, but nothing that had truly brought out her younger spark, nothing to make her heart race and summon that old killer instinct…

…until now. As she powered through the pain and brought Damien down, an electric thrill ran through her, as she called on muscles that hadn't seen such use in years. Nostalgia washed over her like a refreshing wave. She was younger, faster, wilder again. A woman reborn.

All in her head, of course, but a wonderful sensation nonetheless, and she suspected - or hoped, perhaps - that Damien felt much the same.

She would’ve very much like to ask him as much, but there was no time; he was far from done with their little joining. Her eyes widened as he showed his own resilience and brought them up once, keeping them in the telltale position for another suplex, and she braced herself for the impact.

An impact that never came. Instead, she wound up letting out an uncharacteristic squawk as she brought down, pulled over, and rolled into a small package of all things, a move that at least half the audience greatly appreciated. For her part, she found herself wiggling on her shoulder, disoriented, as the referee’s hand fell near her head.

”2…!”

Blair’s legs shot out hard at the second impact, breaking out with authority, but she was still too discombobulated from the sudden shift to do much more than that. She rolled over, created some distance between them, and pushed up to her feet as quick as she could, trying to lock onto Damien as she did, hopefully before he followed up on that move with whatever he had in mind. The man she remembered was never the type to waste a good opening…

[ADarlingDucky]

Given their prior exchange of suplexes, it was fairly understandable that as Damien tightened his grip and hauled his former partner back up to her feet, both the crowd, and mostly likely Blair, thought that they were about to see the blonde unleash yet another slam. And yet, all of them, especially Blair, judging by the noise she made, were caught off guard when he opted to suddenly roll the pair over, folding Blair up into small package pin, forcing her shoulders onto the mat as the referee slid in to count this surprise pinfall! The referee slid in quickly, and for a moment, the count would climb as high as two, the crowd audibly cheering at seeing Blair in such a... compromised position, before she would kick her legs hard against Damien's hold. The bluenette would manage to escape, but as she scrambled away, it was clear that she was caught off guard by the rollup!

With Blair scrambling, Damien himself would roll over just as quickly, and after pushing his way up to his feet, make a quick rush over to where his opponent was rising, suddenly stooping down to grab hold of one of Blair's legs with both hands, getting a firm grasp on her limb. He pushed his shoulder forwards and into her body, while yanking on her base, looking to force her right back off of her feet, knocking her onto her back.

"Sorry about that, but since it's been a while, I had to make sure that something like that wouldn't get you." Damien gave something close to a smirk as he said so, before suddenly twisting Blair's leg to turn her over, before slipping his own limb around hers to force her to bend, as he lay down across her back!

"But now we can get back to the classics. You remember this, right?" With Blair's leg bent and trapped between his own, Damien would lay his weight atop her to pin her down, reaching his arms out in front of her, only to clasp his hands together underneath her chin. And with a firm grip, the blonde male would begin to wrench backwards, slowly cranking Blair's body into an STF, applying slow and steady pressure as he began to work her over while laying atop her, looking to begin his onslaught of submissions!

[BlackAkuma]

Most opponents would’ve simply gone for the slam. Wrestlers today seemed to pride themselves on the high impact, flashy moves. The oneupmanship. They never opted for a simple pin when they could, instead, do something wild and unpredictable. She had gotten used to that sort of braggadocio, so much so that Damien opting for something simpler threw her wholly off guard.

It was effective, too, more than she cared to admit. Aside from bringing her close to a pinfall than she woudle ever admit, it also gave her an opening, one her quickly exploited to knock her back down and seize her leg. She thrashed about on the canvas, trying to get free, but they both knew there’d be no escaping what came next.

She recognized the danger as she was flipped on her back and found her calf snared by his legs, with his arm coming around her chin a moment later. An STF, and an expertly applied one at that. There was no stopping the cry of pain that slipped her lips as she was wrenched back, bent in the tight, unrelenting hold.

”I do remember it.” She spoke as best she could threw her grunts and gritted teeth, as she began the arduous task of dragging their combined wieght towards the edge of the ring. ”Though I preferred it in our youth, I must say. There’s a noticeable lack of nibbling on my ear…”

Ah. Such sweet memories.