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

[BlackAkuma]

Around Blair Dame, there were no shortage of distractions. The crowd was growing riotous, with her supporters rallying behind her while her detractors called for her submission. She was partly aware of young Brittany nearby, scrapping the apron as if this were a life or death matter. Then, of course, there was Damien himself, the man currently squeezing her into unconsciousness and looking oddly conflicted about it. Perhaps he was reminiscing about the last time her face was this close to a certain part of his anatomy. Blair Dame would concede, she was plagued by similar thoughts.

But she pushed them away, all of them, and tried to focus on the task at hand. The singular, herculean effort that she was about to dedicate herself to.

There were those that, when she joined LAW and entered heavyweight division, doubted she could handle herself in this weight class. Historically, she had been a middleweight - on the heavier side, perhaps, but still firmly in that class. Putting on forty pounds of steel was no small feat at any age, let alone in her forties, and it was thought that this would take an undue toll.

Now, Blair Dame sought to prove them wrong, as she rolled over to her stomach and began to lift. One foot on the canvas, planted firmly, then the other. She stayed bent over in a crouch as her muscles flair beneath her leotard, turning into solid, bulging steel. Her eyes shut tight. Veins erupted along her skin.

All at once, Blair Dame surged upwards, straightened up, lifting Damien clear off the canvas, holding him and in the sky. For a golden moment she stood ramrod straight, as every muscle she could find was recruited to the impossible effort.

One second pass. Two.

She kicked her legs, dropped on her butt, and brought Damien’s back crashing into the canvas with all the force she could muster, attempting to forcefully dislodge his with a crushing powerbomb.

[ADarlingDucky]

It was getting more and more impressive, or concerning, depending on your point of view, to all watching that Blair Dame was adamantly going to refuse to submit to this particular hold, for better or worse. As the seconds ticked by, Damien’s thighs flexing and crushing the White Widow between them, it was looking more and more like it was going to be for the worse, as Blair continued to languish in the hold. But as she repositioned herself, a few tentative signs of life that she was still moving, it became clear that she didn’t plan on going meekly to sleep, something that someone who knew Blair as well as Damien did already knew. What he didn’t know, however, was just how equipped Blair was to respond to him, as she began to draw her legs up underneath herself, getting back on her feet and taking a moment, Damien prepping himself for her to attempt to pull free or to perhaps roll him into a pinfall.

What he didn’t expect was exactly what happened next, as Blair hoisted him up onto her shoulders and into the air, in one terrifyingly smooth motion.

“What the…” Damien hadn’t remembered this. Blair had bulked up, that much was easily noticeable, but to be able to fully heft him off of the mat like she did was shocking to him as much as anyone else, and now he was hoisted high above the mat, part of her display. The unfortunate part for the seasoned male being that he wouldn’t be displayed like that for very much longer!

“UUGHAGH!” Blair dropped suddenly, and with one swift swing downwards, she would slam Damien so hard into the canvas that he would likely later wonder how she hadn’t put him clean through it and into the floor beneath. Damien’s legs went completely slack at the moment of impact, as the rest of his body did the same, bouncing slightly before settling, some parts of him laid limp on the mat, while the others rested awkwardly against Blair’s body, none of them set to move anytime soon. The oxygen that had left him wasn’t returning soon either, and so the weathered veteran would lay with his eyes wide, staring up at the lights and wondering when was the last time he had been so thoroughly rocked!

[BlackAkuma]

All the late night workouts, the strenuous training, pushing her body until she could hardly stand up again. The protein shakes and dietary supplements, costing far more than she’d like to admit, just to get the exact right things into her body. So much time and effort gone into molding a body past its prime into something new, like working with stubborn clay.

All of it was worth it, just to get that reaction out of Damien.

The secret was in her back and legs. While she’d always had an impressive pair, she’d put a good deal of work into her back, strengthening her core muscles, and they did the lion’s share of the work as she hefted Damien upward. From there, it was just a simple matter of helping gravity does it work, as she brought him to the canvas with a thunderous crash and earned her freedom.

The crowd gave her a raucous round of applause, and she would have very much liked to show her appreciation, but her immediate reflex was to tend to her arm and catch her breath. She rubbed her aching limb and drew in lungfuls. She had a moment to recuperate, but she knew it would be brief. Damien was stunned, but that window would not stay opened forever.

Her arm was hurting too much for another slam, but thankfully, she had two legs that were perfectly capable of continuing the damage. She reached over, grabbed his head with both hands, and stood up, forcing him to sit upright as she went. With his back exposed, she stepped behind him and went to work.

Blair Dame stepped back, then rushed in and sliced into his spine with a soccer kick, targeting the tender spot where the spine meets the hip, the sacroiliac. She drew that same leg back immediately after and launched it again, same spot, hitting it in quick succession with her punishing blows.

[ADarlingDucky]

Damien really needed to take a deep breath. Unfortunately for him, Blair had just thrown him into the canvas so hard that he was currently unable to bring any air back into his body, a hollow gasp coming from him as his back exploded in pain, leaving him staring up at the woman above him, a look of partial surprise on his face. It was hard to get him to make such an expression, but Blair had certainly succeeded. He would have very much liked to put some space between them after such a feat, but his body wasn’t obeying, and Blair likely wasn’t going to oblige him in this, leaving him to try and find some way to snap out of it. Unfortunately, Blair was going to help him with this.

The White Widow stood once more, and Damien would find her now positioned behind him after she had reached down to grab his head, yanking him upright to a seated position on the canvas. Damien couldn’t see her behind him, but after she let go of his head, he figured that maybe he could-

“UUGH!” If he was thinking anything, it was forced out of him as his back, which was still sore, was hit hard, Blair’s leg slamming into him and sending another sharp wave of pain through him. And then, of course, she did it again.

“NNGH!” Yup, that was more than enough for him.

Damien would drop back to the mat, and start rolling. Away from Blair, certainly, but he wasn’t going to stop upon just making some distance, and instead, would keep on rolling until he would slip under the ropes and drop to the thinly matted floor outside of the ring. That way, Blair would at least have to stop and pursue him before landing any more strikes to his already sore spine, and the veteran wrestler could perhaps take a moment to get a plan of action formed.

[BlackAkuma]

The audience winced as Blair’s kicks found their mark, and with good reason. She knew when her blows did real damage, when they connected clean and drove a strong impact into her foe’s body, and she could say, with no small degree of certainty, that those were two of the best hits she had ever landed. Heavy, powerful strikes that seemed to echo about the arena, and his cries of anguish only confirmed that opinion.

It was effective enough to put him on the retreat, forcing him to roll out of the ring and looked for succor on the floor. A decent attempt, but he would not find the solace he sought. Not if she had anything to do with it, which, naturally, she did.

Blair Dame made her way to the nearest corner, slung her legs over the ropes, and dropped down onto the apron, balancing on the ring’s edge with the rope's help. Her feet had scarcely touched down before she was off again, raising along the side of the ring for a few big steps before she launched herself off and came flying towards him, looking to drive her knee into his face at ramming speed.

[ADarlingDucky]

That was going to ache for at least a week.

That was Damien's current estimation of just how much Blair's kicks hurt, and as he threw himself down and rolled towards the edge of the ring, that estimate went up a few days as the sting remained, the blonde wisely looking to escape from any more punishment. Of course, escape here was only temporary, as he'd be forced back into the ring by the rules if nothing else. Though it was likely that Blair wasn't going to wait that long, given her eagerness to cause him a few aches and pains in return for what she'd been given.

Sure enough, she was fast approaching him when he finally looked back up, climbing through the ropes and taking a place on the apron, before rushing his way, no doubt looking to hit him with something even harder than the kicks she just had. And that was a statement all on it's own, but Damien wasn't willing to find out.

"Hup!" Damien ducked low, as low as he could manage with his back still stinging, and as Blair flew straight towards him with a knee, the blonde would drop and let her soar past him, missing by only a hair, Damien quite literally able to feel her leg skim against his blonde locks. But that meant that when she landed, she'd be turning to face him, and he would meet her as she did, swinging his body to twist and deliver a forearm directly to Blair's head as she spun around! A blow he hoped would turn her hard, sending her spinning herself, as he slipped up behind her! Damien would look to press up against Blair, sliding his arms up and under hers before yanking them up and lacing his fingers behind her head, pulling her into a full nelson!

"Alright, take a breather. You're killing my back here." Damien needed a moment, and as best he could figure, this was a good way to get one. The blow would hopefully have put Blair in a good position to tie her arms up above her head, and although he wasn't going to be doing a lot of damage with this hold, it offered an excellent opportunity to hold her in place, something he needed if he was going to catch his breath!

[BlackAkuma]

Blair Dame knew that, tactically, the prudent course was to wait inside the ring and let Damien come back in, putting the onus on him and pouncing the moment he rolled under the bottom rope. While that course of action appealed, she didn’t like letting him recover on his own time. He was hurting and aching, and she needed to make it worse.

So she went out of the ring and onto the apron, taking aim. With her target locked, she rushed his way, went flying, and…

Missed.

Blair Dame cursed under her breath as she flew and hit the floor, rolling to absorb the excess momentum. Rising fast, she rolled through it and popped to her feet, then spun around to find herself immediately eating a forearm to the face. The solid strike spun her around, and Damien’s arms wrapped around her shoulder before she could recover.

A full nelson, expertly applied. Blair Dame struggled in the hold, but she knew powering out wouldn’t get her anywhere. Damien’s upper-body strength was too great, and his technique too refined. ”Monseiur, I have only just begun with your back.”

Blair Dame planted her feet and drove back, trying to drive her captor against the barricade and sandwich him between it and her. This would, of course, have the side effect of pressing her curvaceous ass against his groin, a sensation that she would not shy away from, even adding to it with a few teasing twerks - all the better to muddle his mind while she hammered his body.

[ADarlingDucky]

This was nice. It felt so strange to think such a thing when his back was aching, his body struggled to get him the air he needed as he panted for it, and his old ex-girlfriend attempted to take his head off of his shoulders with a flying knee that just barely missed. But, this was wrestling. It had been so long since he had gotten to compete in an arena like this, in front of a crowd like this, that the rush it brought was mixed with powerful nostalgia and addictive adrenaline. Being against Blair most certainly helped that first feeling, and as he just barely ducked underneath her strike, he was ready to meet her once more, further fueled by adrenaline as he spun to hit her with a forearm, before he was able to slip up behind her and yank her into a full nelson, capturing her and stopping her in her tracks.

Well, stopping her for a few moments. Holding tight to the blue haired beauty, Blair attempted a few struggles against him, but Damien had her held tight, and she seemed to quickly figure that it was a fool’s errand to try and squirm her way out. And so her next option was to suddenly push back hard, forcing the blonde backwards, Damien forced to collide with the barricade behind him, letting out a grunt as he hit the metal guard.

“Nnngh! Tch… sometimes I wish you knew how to take it easy… my back isn’t gonnaaaaaauuuuhh…” Oh wow, was that distracting. Not at all surprising, but very, very distracting. Blair had decided to use her position, pinning Damien against the barricade with her body, to begin grinding her thick, curvaceous ass against his groin, her pale cheeks pressing into him in an intoxicating way. Damien recognized the danger immediately, and despite his body's urges to relax for the moment, he would push Blair forwards and off the barricade, forcing them back over to the ring apron!

“Did you become more of an exhibitionist in the last few years?” It was half joking and half serious, but Blair’s offense was certainly doing its job, leaving Damien to do the one thing he could think of, that served him fairly well earlier. And that would be to fight fire with fire.

“You sure you wanna put on that kinda show for everyone?” Damien’s words would be accompanied by the blonde using his grip on Blair’s upper body to push her down, bending her over the ring apron, placing the White Widow in quite the compromising position, much to the delight of the crowd!

[BlackAkuma]

Yes, there he is.

Not that Blair Dame could fault him for reacting this way. Damien was only human, and as the father of several children, his virility was never in doubt. Few would’ve been able to resist the feel of her ass rubbing up against them in such a way, and he had the particular challenge of fighting nostalgia. In her humble opinion, her backside had only grown better with age - still soft, but with more muscle to back it up, more size, more heft.

To his credit, however, Damien found his fortitude quickly, forcing her away from the barricade and turning the tables. Blair Dame found herself bent over the apron, with him pressing against her from behind and drawing a sharp gasp from the White Widow. So cheeky, this one.

”Surprised?” She gave him a teasing wiggle and looked over her shoulder. ”Perhaps you’ve forgotten exactly what sort of woman I am, monsieur.” Her lip curved, taking on devilish edge. ”Perhaps you need reminding.”

With a sudden surge, Blair Dame used her legs to drive away from the ring. She wouldn’t go far, just to turn them around a bit, facing the corner the nearest ring post. Like that, she reached up and stretched her arms as far as they would go, just enough to get a grip on the back of Damien’s head.

With that secure, she drove forward, putting her all into a mad dash. She dipped down, threw her body into a forward roll the brought him along for the ride, and attempted to send them both flying towards the steel steps, a path that would have his back - his poor, aching back - driving hard into the unforgiving metal.

[ADarlingDucky]

Distracting as it was that Blair was grinding up against him like this, Damien still found himself aware that letting his carnal desires get the best of him would lead to nothing but disaster, something that Blair might find amusing, but a fate that Damien hoped to avoid. Still, it was hard to ignore just how intimate their position was, her thick ass pressed very firmly up against his groin, giving Damien a chance to admire that her figure had matured from when they dated as young adults. She was thicker than before if that was possible, adding some muscle to her curves and giving them more heft, though her cheeks still squished pleasingly against him, gently rubbing on-

Okay, have to stop this, right now. Otherwise, this WILL be trouble. Damien hoped that walking Blair over to the ring apron and suddenly pushing down on her head, forcing her to bend over would stop her, but despite the breathy gasp she let out, she didn’t stop grinding on him, and more importantly, she didn’t seem all that deterred. He’d need something a bit more serious to keep her down, but while he was planning his next move, Blair had already decided on hers, as she suddenly thrust back into him, creating some space between herself and the ring.

“Huh?” Damien let out a surprised grunt as Blair turned them towards one of the corners, but as she began to move forwards, she’d reach back to grab hold of them, and then with one swift movement, she would suddenly reach back, grab him, and then his world would turn upside down as she threw them both forwards, tumbling end over end until he was thrown hard into the steel steps!

“NNNGH!” Damien’s back, yet again, took the brunt of the blow. Both himself and Blair tumbled until they stopped, and for Damien, the stop itself was yet another agonizing hit to his already sore back, something that he was most certainly appreciating less and less as the seconds went by. For the moment, the pain kept him from moving, and he would only be able to shift from the awkward position he had landed in, instead turning himself to sit up against the steel steps, leaning into them as he tried to catch his breath!