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

[BlackAkuma]

The crowd yelled in shock as Blair Dame went tumbling forward, and with good reason. It wasn’t simply the violence of the move itself, but who was on the giving end - this was not the sort of daredevil thing that Blair Dame typically did. Her time in LAW had shown her to be a mostly grounded combatant, preferring to stick with safer moves. Kicks, suplexes, crushing scissors, the like. This sort of brinksmanship was out of her wheelhouse, or so they thought.

It was just a testament to how much Damien was pushing her, in Blair Dame’s eyes. For him, she had to go for broke and exhaust all options.

And it worked, magnificently. Their combined weight slammed into the steps, hitting with a resonating crash that they nearly broke them apart. She herself wound up slamming down on her shoulders, but that bit of pain was worth it to exact so much more on him.

She broke away from him, grabbed the ring apron and pulled up to her feet so she could sag against it, catching her breath. Above her the referee counted, already reaching ”4!”, but she wasn’t about tog back inside just yet. She was getting old, and after such exertion, she needed to sit for a spell.

So Blair sat.

On Damien’s face.

She settled down on his face, leaned back, used her full weight to pin his skull to the steel steps, smothering away as she leaned back. She closed her eyes, rolled her neck, and settled down, thoroughly enjoying the moment. ”Deja vu, all over again.” She looked over her shoulder towards Brittney and waved at the announce table, directing her attention to one of the commentators' unopened water bottles. "I've a thirst, dear."

[ADarlingDucky]

As Damien righted himself from the heap that he had landed in against the steel steps, he had to take a moment to try and recall if he had done something to anger Blair before they had parted ways. He remembered everything being nice and amicable, a mutual parting as life separated them, but this insistence on absolutely demolishing his poor back was starting to stir a little doubt. Of course, Blair had also been willing to throw herself forwards as well, and for a second, the action paused as they both shifted to positions that allowed them to recover. For him, it was sitting against the steel steps behind him, resting his head on them as he took in some deep breaths, and for her, it was leaning against the ring apron now that she had got to her feet.

It didn’t stay that way forever.

Damien was still trying to shift into a position that best soothed the ache when Blair pushed herself off of the apron and walked the few steps needed to close the distance between them, coming into Damien’s view as she towered over him. And then, with one swift motion, she’d swing a leg over his lower body and descend upon him, her thick, round, and pale cheeks coming down directly upon his face. Déjà vu indeed.

“Oh come o- Mmmmph!” Just like that, the world disappeared, and was replaced with Blair’s rear end. All that Damien could see, smell, and feel was her ass, her cheeks squishing against his features as she settled down, burying him deep between her cheeks. His hands came up and grasped her hips, fingers sinking into the soft skin and getting the faintest feel of the firm muscles underneath, all as he attempted to muster up any strength to move her. And on the outside, Blair was doing more than just getting comfy.

“Y-yes ma’am!” Brittany snapped to attention the moment that Blair looked to her and signaled her desire, and the cheerleader immediately set about accomplishing the task. She nearly flew over the announce table when the announcer attempted to stop her from taking their water, but fortunately, they thought better and relinquished the drink. With that, Brittany would rush to Blair before screwing the cap off and handing the water over to her, standing nearby like a loyal animal, waiting for either further instruction, or praise for a job well done!

[BlackAkuma]

In life, there are three certainties: Death, taxes, and Blair Dame sitting on your face the moment it becomes available.

It was nothing personal…well, no, sometimes, it was undeniably personal, but most of the time it was just her satisfying her signature. She was known as the Queen of the Reverse Facesit, and she could not very well be a queen if she didn’t take her throne, now could she? Nostalgia certainly played a factor as well, since it had been too long since she had graced this particular face with her blessed cheeks…

The beard would take a little getting used to. But she was learning to love it.

Blair Dame settled in for the moment, enjoying the sensation of him struggling beneath her, while Brittney went to fetch her water like the good little terrier she was. She returned promptly and the bottle was happily accepted. A few unhurried gulps later, it was half-full, more than enough for her to finish the match. ”Merci.” She hand the bottle back and gave Brittney an appreciative pat on her lovely backside. ”Your treat will be coming after the match, dear. Back to the side for now, I shan’t be much longer.”

She was confident about that, as well. Tough as Damien was, the winds felt like they were firmly in her favor, and she was determined to bring this match to a close. She simply needed to bring things back into the ring, and then she could finish this lovely trip down Memory Road.

With a wistful sigh, Blair Dame stood up, letting Damien’s face fall from her cheeks. She promptly spun about on her heels, reached down, and seized his head, using it to pull the rest of his body back to his feet. [color=##280D78]”No hard feelings, monseiur? You know I must do as I must do.”[/color] She abruptly twisted to the side, pulled him along, and sent him rolling into the ring under the bottom rope, with her sliding in behind him a moment and rising to her feet.