Blair Dame vs Black Severin - Killer Queen

[BlackAkuma]

An interruption. And things were going so well, too.

Blair Dame’s nose wrinkled as the music - if you could call what sounded like a cheap garage band warming up ‘music’ - played, signaling that another party was entering the conversation. In other words, a complication, though she was a tad confused on the identity. She had done a decent enough job of avoiding real conflict since she came to LAW, she had no rivals that she knew of. By elimination, she assumed this had something to do with Severin.

As it turned out, she was correct.

She looked on, assessing the situation as what she could only describe as the most insultingly boring man she’d ever seen came out, flanked by half dozen security guards who could’ve been clones. The brown jacket, the light blue vest, the too-clean haircut, and the coup de grace, of all things, a bow tie. She didn’t know him by name, but she had seen this twiddling little caricature of a man backstage from time to time, and she marked him as no one of real importance. Apparently, that had been an understandable but incorrect assumption.

The man was a chore to listen to, one of those types who clearly liked the sound of his voice. Not that she was one to talk, but if one was going to stretch a point out, it should be done in an interesting fashion. This man had no such talent. Blunt, inelegant, he made his feelings on Black Severin known, and that of his ladyfriend, as well. Not the first time these two met, she gathered.

It did not involve Blair Dame. In fact, the man didn’t even seem to notice her, more focused on the pair. She could have let them be and discussed a match with Severin at a better time, one with less friction tied to it.

But that would be so much more boring. ”Pardon, monsieur.” She tilted to the side, just enough to put herself in front of Severin and get the man’s attention, before she shifted back. ”Forgive me, but I could not help but notice that, in the midst of your…” She rolled her wrist about as she searched for the right word. ”...gasconnade, that you said some disparaging words about any woman that would put her arms, willingly, around young Severin.”

Blair Dame canted her head to the side with the slightest of smiles and a wild gleam in her eyes, like a cat who’d just spied a particularly tasty looking mouse in the kitchen. ”I am curious, was the inelegant invective meant to include me, as well? Or is your choice of words simply as poor as your choice in attire?”

[DSX93]

To his credit -- as little as that would be -- Nathaniel did realize where that was going before Blair had actually asked the question. He was prepared to backpedal. See if he could pull his foot out of his mouth.

And then she dissed the drip.

(That plain ass drip...)

"I figured you were a lady who had some sense, Ms. Dame. But if you actually want to roll around with filth..." Cue a rise of boos that created a brief beat. "Then that's what I'll give you! It'll be Blair Dame versus Black Severin at the Slam-A-Thon in The Amazon!"

That got the people cheering. Severin and Keira, however, were waiting for the other shoe to drop. Guys like this always have some extra strings attached to these gifts.

Surely enough...

"But won't be your garden variety singles match. We need something befitting of this occasion!"

"Look at that: We're agreeing for once."

"And pigs are flying high in the sky, and snowballs are roasting in Hell. And Severin, if you interrupt me again, it'll be the last mistake you'll be making for a while! I guarantee you that!"

The man simply rolled his eyes. Fine; he was getting what he wanted anyway. Let's hear the catch.

"But as I was saying, at the Slam-a-Thon in the Amazon, it will be Blair Dame versus Black Severin...! In a Hardstyle Hentai Mud Pit Match!"

Oh heavens, no! Anything but that!

Those words would be written on the masked man's face in all of their sarcastic glory. The fans were looking forward to this as much as he was, and they made it known.

And then Mr. Henderson had to open his mouth again.

"Now the three of you can get the hell out of my ring before I have you thrown out! Your choice!"

[BlackAkuma]

It was actually genuinely funny, really. This man seemed to sincerely believe that Blair Dame gave a single care about his approval. There were precious few things in life that truly mattered to her, one of the benefits of growing older and wiser, and she could happily say that the opinion of a pencil-pusher in a bland suit was not going to be one of them.

It hardly mattered. She kept her smile on as the man graced them with what they were going to get one way or another - a match. She was content and ready to leave things there, but then he had to push it a little further by giving them something a touch more thematic. In his opinion, at least.

A mud match. Of the hentai variety.

”Hm.” Blair Dame stroked her chin, contemplating the change. It wasn’t what she had expected when she answered the call, true, but she was hardly opposed to it. She had never mud wrestled before, but it looked like good sport, and it would suit her, given her size. The though of getting her legs around Severin’s waste in that muck, locking her legs, and just squeezing….

Oh. She shivered at the thought.

More than content, she was ready to make her exit when the man spoke again, threatening them to leave the ring, or else they'd be removed forcibly and forcefully. She couldn't imagine why he felt the need. The deal was done; they had no reason to dither about. But some men simply had to end every conversation on a high note of authority, she supposed.

Blair Dame exchanged a dark, knowing glance with Severin, then turned her attention back to the security detail with the sweetest smile she could muster. ”I choose violence.”

And nothing more needed to be said. The security detail began to make their way to the ring, marching in lockstep like good little soldiers, coming up the stairs, slipping through the ropes, and-

The first one in the ring wound up tasting Blair Dame’s heel, as she spun about, shot her leg out, and nailed him in the face with her finisher, the discus Big Boot - or the Psyclone, as she liked to call it. He went down, limp and lifeless, and that alone gave his partners considerable pause.