Marceline Gagnon vs. Blair Dame - Le Rasoir National

[BlackAkuma]

Match Type:Guillotine Match - No Disqualifications, No Countout
Victory Conditions: Pins only count if the opponent's head is trapped in a folded steel chair and stomped on. Submissions only count if won by wrapping something around the opponent's neck.

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‘The New Blair Dame’.

, despite the aura she liked to emanate, did not see herself as a vain or prideful woman. Perhaps she had been at one point, but time and experience and age had a way of watering down such traits. She could have thrown her weight around LAW, for instance, and made a play at the now-vacant heavyweight title, if she so desired, but she was content to let the younger generation play that game, at least for the time being, not wanting to take up time in the limelight. Hers was a flickering fire.

But certain exceptions had to be made, and she decided Marceline Gagnon would be the exception.

The woman - ‘Madame Guillotine’, as she was so delightfully called - had never formerly met Blair Dame, they had never so much as been in the same room, but nonetheless, the two of them often found their names spoke in the same sentence. The similarities between them were striking. Both Frenchwomen of considerable height, with a penchant for strikes and heavy moves. They had a reputation for a stiff, brutal fighting style, though Blair Dame typically mixed in an air of sensuality, and, to top it all off, the aristocratic aura she carried was a notable counter to Marceline’s tendencies.

The word ‘dream match’ was often used with too little care, but this was a clear case that combat fans had wanted for a while, but thought would never happen. With both women being in LAW and active, however, it was only a matter of time before management pulled that trigger.

Today was the day, and calling Blair Dame focused would be a vast understatement. When her

played, Blair Dame came down the ramp with a steady gate and a hand on her hips. No sensual saunter, no teasing for the crowd. She was alone, having told Brittney to stay in the back for this match, as much as she welcomed the young woman’s company, she wanted no distractions, no divisions in her attention.

She made her way up the steps, slipped through the ropes, and headed to the corner, where she began warming up with light shadowboxing. All the while, she kept her eyes focused on the ramp, waiting for the music to fade and her opponent’s to begin, her heart striking like a triphammer against her chest.

It was time to end the debate.

[ReticentCone]

Marceline Gangnon may not have got the heavyweight title shot she was hoping for, but that didn't mean that she failed to make any impact at all in her pursuit of a title match. She was already being compared to Blair Dame, the veteran heavyweight wrestler from France. While Marceline didn't like the idea of being seen as the 'next' if anyone else, she certainly liked that she was being respected for her greatness. That it had lead her to a match against the veteran wrestler was even better.

With her opponent already in the ring, Marceline stepped out from out if back stage to the start of her

at the top of the ramp that lead to the ring. She brought her hand across her neck in a cutting motion dramatically before heading toward the ring in her new

Tonight this motion was more than a vague threat of defeat, but a promise.

As tonight was a special stiputiulation match, a particularly brutal one at that. There was no guarantee their match would finish in the ring. Technically, there was no guarantee it woukd even finish in the arena. There would be no respectful conclusion between the two of them, so it was unlikely there'd me much respect in the process either. Aoto Marcy's mind there was no point starting the match with feigning any particular respect. Once she made it into the ring, she threw a few shadow punches in the air vetween stepping to her opponent before the bell wrang, as she had a few words choice wirds her 'fellow' Frenchwoman:

«​ C'est l'heure de te piquer pour de bon, sale chienne rouillée ! »

Marceline said with a sneer, still standing before her. She respected that Blair was a great and dangerous wrestler, but that was far as the respect went. She wanted to humiliate her opponent and she wanted to harm her opponent. She wanted to show everyone that Marceline meant business .

[BlackAkuma]

And here she came.

While Blair Dame wasn't thrilled to have an unwanted successor, she grudgingly admitted that the woman the internet picked wasn’t exactly unworthy of the title, even if it wasn’t hers to take or the world’s to give. While she would question Marceline’s taste in attire, her stature was beyond reproach, and every who saw it marching down the ramp would have to agree. Madame Guillotine cut an imposing figure, as if someone had chiseled her body from marbled stone. Blair Dame would even concede that her opponent was far superior to what she herself had been at that age.

But that was then, this is now, and in the present, Blair Dame was more skilled, more dangerous, more deadly, and more than willing to prove it.

She stepped forward to meet her foe with arms folded, expecting words of respect and endearment, the reverence due to her history and pedigree. Instead, she received something entirely unbecoming of a Frenchwoman.

She sighed and fanned her face, unwilling to give Marceline the satisfaction of an equal response. [”As ever, youth is wasted on the young.”] It was nice to converse in her native language, she would admit. A shame it had to be wasted with someone so vulgar. [“I see you’re in need of a lesson in manners, young lady. Fortunately, I am, among other things, an excellent teacher.”] She tilted her head forward with a daring smirk. ”Let us begin.”

Blair Dame stepped back and slipped into her Muay Thai stance as the bell rang, signaling the start of the match, and the crowd cheered. She didn't dive in just yet, instead circling the ring on her bouncing feet, giving Marceline a fair bit of space and seeing what the woman would do with. She already had a sense of the opponent she was dealing with, but she wanted the full picture and as much data as possible before committing to anything.

[ReticentCone]

That Blair didn't respond to her insult in kind didn't matter much to Marceline. She hadn't said it just to be provocative, she said it as a declaration of intent. If youth was wasted on the young, position was far more wasted on the old. Blair was just another example of an old woman taking up space that was better suited to someone younger than them, so that they could make use of their youthful vigor to their maximum extent rawhide they still had it, rather than be held back by those whose dynamism had long left them. But standard was everywhere and anywhere, that the likes of Blair Dame would squat on prominence and position far longer than they had ought to, which was to the general detriment of everyone else.

But one saving grace for the combat sport that was LAW, was that these sorts could end up violently torn down from their perch by the sufficient application of overwhelming brutality. That was the revolutionary violence that Marceline intended on bringing to Blair on this night. While she might not complete the task of putting her out to pasture, she could at least bring that day closer. Ultimately, either she would have the sense to give it up on her own, or someone would put an end to her wholly against her will. Ideally, of course, that person would Madame Guillotine herself.

She didn't doubt that the match would present an opportunity for Blair to teach her lesson. For all her age, shr was not someone that could just be wrecklessly overpowered. Marceline needed to be deliberate and cerebral with every move. The consequences could be dire if she wasn't. Even if her foe wasn't intending on matching Marceline's own violence, the nature of the match required her to do much beyond normal to win. It was also probable that Blair would soon be angry and or desperate enough to take things plenty far anyway.

When the bell rung, Marceline met Blair's Muay thai stance with her own Savate de Rue stance and went to work immediately. First, she'd use a stutter-step slide from her stance, her feet low to the ground, to get in just close enough to attempt to stomp the heel of her boot into Blair's lead ankle. The aim here was to preempt a teep with an attack that needed to cover a shorter distance while also pulling her opponents'focus downward, nevermind causing her joint pain.

Provided the opportunity, Marceline would immediately follow this up with a coup de pied bas into her opponent's lead knee while shifting off at a 45 degree angle to her foes blindside. If succesful, the shift moves her out of the ever important to a muay-that fighter center-line, while the low kick potentially buckles Blair's lead leg outward.

To top the barrage off, given the chance, Marceline would attempt to drive a heavy savate chassé in Blair's supporting knee to both exploit and violate an effort to turn to face Marceline after her attacks to collapse her to the canvas. In whay was likely to be a a strike heavy match like this, legs would play a crucial role, not only for kicking but as a base for punches and elbows, so wrecking her foes feet and knees was of paramount importance to Marceline.