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

[BlackAkuma]

The audience had started firmly in Blair Dame’s camp, as they always were. LAW fans typically favored women in these mixed bouts - after all, they were what most of them had paid to see, and while there was a small chorus who wanted to see a woman lose, the vast majority wanted a female victory. Preferably a dominating one.

That wasn’t what they were getting so far, but they were oddly complacent about it, with a few of them even cheering Damien on as she made her grueling trek to the ropes. She couldn't say for sure why, but if she had to hazard a guess, they respected Damien’s ability, saw his grit, and were slowly coming to his side. He was an attractive man in multiple ways.

It was just an idle thought, a distraction as she continued to power her way to the ropes and earned her salvation. She was relieved to see that Damien remained an honest sort, not milking the hold. That hardly meant she was getting off unscathed, however.

She began to rise, grabbing the ropes for support, and chuckle halfway at his little taunt. She could almost feel that cocky smirk on his face. ”Yes, actually.” She looked over her shoulder with a smirk of her earn, one that was steadily growing to a Cheshire grin. She made her way up with no small amout of twist in her hip, making sure he had a full, distracting view of her backside in the process. ”But only one.”

Blair Dame immediately took advantage of that one second when she threw herself backwards, brought her legs up in an arc and tried to nail Damien clean in the face with a Pele Kick.

[ADarlingDucky]

Damien had released Blair from his submission hold, climbing off of the White Widow and allowing herself to begin rising, but in his mind, he had given the blue haired beauty something far more permanent to wrestle with, and that was the thin little line he presented, and the idea of just how far he was willing to push it. Admittedly, it was all new territory for him. Not necessarily some of more lurid aspects of wrestling, as he and Blair had certainly done some… private wrestling when they were together, so they had plenty of experience in that regard. Rather, it was the idea of doing any of that in front of an actual live crowd that was complete foreign territory to him, something that Blair clearly wouldn’t share with him. She was known for sitting on faces after all, so it was safe to say she didn’t have qualms about such actions.

For now though, she was busy dusting herself off, actually stopping to take Damien up on his offer for a moment of respite. That was a bit odd. He had never known Blair to need a break from action, whether it would be beneficial or not, but as she stood and righted herself, cocking out her hip and displaying the plump curve of her generous backside, it seemed that-

“Oh shi- NNGH!” He saw it just before it hit him. In retrospect, he’d been foolish to think she wasn’t going to suddenly swing at him, given his aforementioned knowledge of her eagerness to keep the action moving. Maybe he had simply believed she needed a moment. Maybe he had subconsciously wanted a second to reset himself as well. Maybe he had been caught staring at her ass. Who could tell, really?

His arm had come up reflexively, but Blair’s foot had crashed into it and continued on to strike him on the head, some of the force being take off by it, but not nearly enough to stop the kick from sending him stumbling backwards, dropping down to a knee eventually. His vision swam, but he was well aware of the opportunity that had just come to Blair. And so, to try and stop her from capitalizing, he’d take a few shaky steps forwards before swinging an arm at her, attempting to catch her with a clothesline as she was rising, in a desperate bid not to be caught on the backfoot!