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. ”No hard feelings, monseiur? You know I must do as I must do.” 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.

[ADarlingDucky]

This was too familiar. It was no secret that Blair Dame was always fairly confident with her body, as most wrestlers needed to be given the outfits they usually wore to the ring, but Damien knew better than most that this specific form of domination was something she was an old hand at. Blair’s penchant for making human faces into her seat was one that she had developed early, and as such, when the two were together, dating, sparring, and everything in between, he had ended up in this specific position quite a few times before. He had enjoyed it greatly back then, and now he was fighting with all of his might not to enjoy it just as much now. Dark, hot, sweaty, and squashed, it was one of the most intimate forms of contact they could have, Blair’s curvy ass being the only sight, scent, and even taste he could get.

Yup, he was losing the fight not to enjoy this for sure.

Meanwhile, Brittany stood by at attention as Blair took a healthy gulp of the water, the cheerleader retrieving the bottle from her and holding it for potential use, offering a bashful giggle as Blair patted her rear end. She regarded the White Widow with a look of adoration, the man underneath with a look of scorn, before finally stepping away and making some space for Blair, as she finally rose up off of Damien’s face!

“Gah! Ah… hah… hoo…” For the first few moments as his world was illuminated once more, Damien could only take a few deep breaths, gasping for some precious oxygen while Blair grabbed hold of him. Rather unceremoniously, she would turn and throw him into the ring, Damien rolling to the center before stopping and pushing himself up, getting back to a knee in the middle of the ring.

“Yeah, no hard feelings…” Damien grunted in agreement, though he could think of at least one hard feeling that was making his trunks feel much tighter than they had before. For now though, he tried to push those thoughts aside, and take a few deep inhales before attempting to stand back up, and reclaim his footing as Blair worked her way towards him!

[BlackAkuma]

bBlair Dame enjoyed watching Damien struggle to breathe. It had been too long since she’d treated herself to it. Crass? Perhaps. But in her defense, the man just had the perfect face for sitting.

She took great pleasure in watching young Brittney skip away as well. Maybe she was becoming something of a cradle robber, in her growing age.

Blair Dame clicked her tongue, rolled under the bottom rope, and promptly rose to her feet, as quickly as one could after such a grueling match. She tried her best to hide the strain, but Damien had done well and pushed her to the limit, more than any other foe in LAW. Whether that was a strike against their homegrown talent or a credit to their recruiters, she couldn't say.

She sauntered after him, one hand on her hip and the other dangling lazily at her side. It was only when he made it halfway that she abruptly rushed in, brought her leg up, and threw out a swift roundhouse, targeting his thick chest, slamming her shin into it at full force.

”No, no, monseiur.” Another kick. ”By all means, stay there.” And another. ”You always did look so much better on your knees.”