The JOB Squad vs. Blair Dame - Bow Down to the Queen

[BlackAkuma]

”You can beat him, you can cheat him, you can treat him bad, and leave him when he's down, yeah…

Blair Dame continued to tap her feet and sing under her breath as Olivia prepared to take the field, though, admittedly, she was putting on something of a front, now, and wasn’t nearly as inattentive as she seemed. In fact, she was laser-focused on the remaining cheerleaders, eying them from across the ring and taking note of their dynamics. As near as she could tell, Brittany - the one in glasses - was the smart one, while Olivia was something of a hothead. She had no idea where Jennifer fit into things, but she supposed that didn’t matter, at this point.

It did tell her who she needed to be wary of. While she had eliminated one of the JOB Squad with minimal effort, she was still one woman against two, and even with her size and experience advantage that was no small task to take on.

Blair Dame was looking over to the side, trying to keep her eyes on Brittany, when Olivia demanded attention. She looked the woman over, head to toe, and shrugged. ”Cheap? There was nothing cheap about my shot, ma chère. The bell rang. Should I have given poor Jennifer notice before I kicked her in the face?”

Despite the bravado, Blair Dame could not help but notice that her foe was not being so bold in her approach, clearly learning from her friend’s example. The White Widow moved in with fists raised and toes tapping, keeping a wary gaze on her foe.

Once she reached halfway across the ring, she darted forward, swung her leg out low, and sent a sweeping kick at Ophelia’s calf, trying to trip her up, or at the very least get her moving.

[ADarlingDucky]

While Brittany attended to Jennifer and Blair Dame stood at the opposite corner of the ring, softly singing to herself, Olivia was left as the next woman to step inside, after witnessing just how bad things had gone for Jennifer. And yet, in some strange and curious part of her brain, the spitfire of the trio would be thinking hard on how best to deal with Blair, running on the assumption that Jennifer, despite perhaps being the most athletic of the trio, had simply gotten too full of herself and had paid the price for it. Surely, the same couldn't happen to Olivia, who was now far more alert while staring across the ring at the blue haired heavyweight, keeping a watchful eye on her. She'd simply be a bit more cautious, avoid any big, hefty strikes, and hit Blair when she could, which would cause the giant to crumble, and become vulnerable.

It all seemed so simple in her head.

Blair herself seemed to be slightly distracted, gazing past Olivia towards the corner of the ring, but the words from the tomboy would drag her attention back front and center, Olivia glaring at her as Blair responded. In reality, there was little that Olivia could say to beat back Blair's words in a logical way, and so she'd simply opt to raise a middle finger towards her, egging the bigger woman on. Blair would begin a slow walk forwards, and Olivia's body tensed, not moving from her position in the corner, watching as Blair made it halfway to her, before she suddenly rushed forwards.

Olivia's eyes went wide, but as Blair swung her leg out in a low arc, aiming it towards the cheerleader's leg, Olivia would leap forwards, along the edge of the ring, diving over the kick and landing in a roll that would bring her back up to a kneeling position. It looked like a move straight out of Dark Souls, and given how Blair had flattened Jennifer with a kick, it very much felt that way too. Of course, Olivia would quickly back up after rising, giving Blair a quick once over, an almost relieved smirk crossing her face as it sunk in that she had indeed avoided the attack.

"Heh... heheheh! Weird, you seem, like, waaaaaaaay slower. Funny how that works when someone's ready for you, isn't it?" Olivia mocked, turning around and slapping her ass in Blair's direction. Perhaps not the wisest idea to taunt the much larger woman, but a successful evasion had bolstered her confidence, and now Olivia was looking to have the blue haired woman chasing her around the ring, tiring herself out in the process!

[BlackAkuma]

A middle finger. How stereotypically American.

Blair Dame didn’t have the same level of ire for that nation that some of her own people did - she had traveled there a few times and found it reasonably pleasant, though the food was mostly atrocious. She could definitely say they were a people lacking in etiquette, particularly with their younger generation, and this was a fine example.

So brazen, so gauche. Blair Dame sighed at the sight and shook her head. ”Poor form, dear. I will remember that finger.”

With that promise made, she moved to engage the smaller woman, lashing out with a kick that would’ve sent her tumbling if it hit. Unfortunately, it did not, as Ophelia proved too fleet of foot and jumped away, creating a sizeable gap between them.

And there were the taunts, too. Vexing.

Blair Dame did not waste her breath on responding - instead, she moved, she acted. She hit the ropes, the pushed forward with solid momentum backing her up, giving her a burst of speed to close in on her opponent with. Once she was in range, she lashed out, going high with a roundhouse kick aimed at her foe’s face.

[ADarlingDucky]

Olivia's confidence soared as she dove over Blair's kick, executing an athletic roll that would see her landing in a kneeling position, already having surpassed Jennifer's efforts with that singular dodge alone. The Squad would need to take the wins where they could get them at this point. However, despite feeling quite the rush as she avoided Blair's strikes, her taunts would draw her foe closer, Blair using the ropes to bounce towards her with a fair amount more momentum than before, this time throwing another kick Olivia's way, whipping her leg towards the cheerleader with a strike that was now even faster, and aimed directly at Olivia's head! The cheerleader, having only just turned around from her mocking of Blair, would let out a yelp as she threw herself backwards, leaning back as Blair's foot came so close to her that she felt the wind off of it as it soared past.

Olivia's heart jumped into her throat from the close proximity, but the more pressing issue was that her dodge, whipping herself backwards as she had, would take her off of her feet, and she'd land on her ass on the canvas, losing her base entirely. And given that Blair was in hot pursuit of her with several kicks that were designed to take her head off, that was not where she wanted to be.

"Fuck fuck fuck..." Olivia hissed to herself as she scooted backwards, using her legs to push herself backwards in a hurry... only for her progress to be stopped by the corner post. In her haste to move away from Blair, Olivia had pushed herself right up against the turnbuckles behind her, and was now seated in the corner, looking up at the heavyweight with a hint of fear creeping into her eyes. In a match that required smother knockouts, Olivia had put herself in possibly the worst position imaginable. "N-no, wait a second! Hold on!"

"Surprise, bitch!" Olivia's terrified begging would be cut off by the return of Brittany Benson. The brunette, assuming that Blair had been approaching the cornered Olivia, would slide her way back into the ring, but not empty handed! She wielded a steel chair, and with a mighty cry, she would rush forwards and swing it, aiming to slam it directly into Blair's muscled back!

[BlackAkuma]

Close, that. So, so close.

Blair Dame’s foot cut through the air like a blade, one that was meant for Ophelia’s face. While it might not have had quite the opponent of her finishing move, any of her kicks could potentially KO an opponent, especially one as dainty as these three. She had no doubts that she could any of them out with one good hit. Maybe two, at the most.

Of course, she needed contact for that to happen, and as it turned out, their cheerleading outfits were more than decoration. Ophelia deftly dodged, avoiding her kicks with surprising agility - while Blair Dame was not as fleet of foot as she had been in her youth, she was still quicker than most, and avoiding her blows was no mean feat.

Unfortunately for her, however, doing so had put her right where she should not be - in the corner, trapped, a rat in the corner while the cat closed in. Blair Dame moved in, raised her leg in, and-

Ah. There was Brittany. Or was it Bethany? So difficult to keep track.

Either way, she heard the B-named cheerleader, the smart one, coming at her from behind, and a quick glance over her shoulder confirmed as much. Brandishing a chair, no less. This one had gumption. It would get her nowhere, but good for her.

There was no time for Blair to turn around, so she didn’t. Instead, she threw her body backwards, let her foot fly through the air in an arc, and attempted to hit the chair - and the face behind it - with a Pele Kick.

[ADarlingDucky]

The series of kicks that Blair was throwing out were enough to send a slight shiver down Olivia's spine each time that one of them missed her, as despite her taunting, she was well aware of what had happened to Jennifer when she had gotten too complacent. That was why, when a near miss aimed at her head would send her dropping down to the canvas, she was quick to begin scooting backwards, trying to make as much room between herself and those legs as she was able to in the moment. She did well at first, until that damned corner post stopped her. That left her stuck, backed up against the corner post as she held a hand out, seemingly trying to ward of Blair with as much meager resistance as she could muster, all while the titan loomed larger and larger. However, perhaps all hope wasn't lost, as Brittany had entered the ring behind Blair, just as the two had discussed...

Charging forth with her chair, Brittany held the metallic chair aloft, rushing in from behind the blue haired beauty while looking to clobber her with a chair shot that would level the heavyweight. At least, that was the plan. But unfortunately for Brittany, Blair had noticed her, and before the brunette had a chance to process the movement, Blair shifted, throwing herself backwards, her leg slicing through the air in an arc that led it to crash down on the steel chair.

CLANG!

Several in the audience winced. A few audibly gasped. Blair's foot had hit the chair solidly, but the real clanging sound came from the chair slamming into Brittany's head, whacking her hard and sending her staggering several steps back. Her legs went shaky almost immediately, and she staggered this way and that, looking like a newborn deer, before the chair finally fell out of her hand, and Brittany collapsed soon afterwards.

"Nnnngh... did I get her..." A dazed moan from Brittany was the only noise that signified she was still conscious, but clearly not alert enough to even understand what had happened.

"What... the fuck?!" Olivia's face had gone from horrified, to a smug smirk at her partner's ambush, right back to horrified, as she witnessed her hope for escape get thwarted without a second thought. The tomboy, seeing Blair's pele kick, would attempt to use the ropes to pull herself back up to her feet, and likely beating Blair back up, would charge forwards and swing with a kick of her own, attempting to catch Blair as she rose back up!

[BlackAkuma]

The Pele Kick was executed perfectly. While Blair Dame wouldn’t call herself an agile wrestler by any means, she could move in quick bursts when called to, and this was one such time. With Bethany coming at her from behind, she had a small window to act, and she seized the moment well. The only shame was that she couldn't see the look on the cheerleader’s face when it hit.

She could certainly hear the impact, though, as well as feeling it through her legs, and it sounded quite disastrous. Blair Dame fell to her back, rolled up to her knee, and looked over to see the young girl reelig not too far away, languishing beside a flabbergasted referee. That had to be painful, indeed, but she felt no pity for the little troublemaker. She would have to remember to address that behavior when the two of them were together.

For now, however, Ophelia was her main focus. Speaking of which…

Her opponent picked this moment to come charging out, closing the distance as Blair Dame rose to her knee. A sage move, she would grant her that, striking while her focus was elsewhere. The blow even landed, cracking the White Widow against the side of her head. She lurched to the side, tipped away at the blow.

And stopped.

For a brief, intense second, Blair Dame looked up at her foe with a flat,unamused stare, as the foot rested against her face. That had hurt, make no mistake, but instead of stunning her, it brought a certain clarity. More than anything, though, it brought her opponent close to her, precisely where she wanted her to be.

Blair Dame pushed up, wrapped her arm around Ophelia’s leg and brought her head up the woman’s shoulder, pulling in tight and lifting her up as she rose. She took a couple of steps forward, then arched her back, hurled her foe upwards nd over, and sent her flying away with a T-Bone Suplex, launching her towards the far side of the ring.

[ADarlingDucky]

The introduction of a metal folding chair to this bout, while usually a danger and something that might even end the match entirely, by disqualification or by a swift and decisive strike, had resulted in a very large backfire for Brittany. Blair, seeing her before she managed to actually swing her weapon, had neutralized her with a sudden pele kick, throwing her entire body into the movement as she slammed her foot into the chair, sending it crashing down into Brittany's head and stopping her in her tracks. The brunette was utterly and completely taken out by the move, staggering back before dropping the chair and following it shortly afterwards, laid out on the canvas. Which left Olivia on her own to try and deal with the monstrous strong heavyweight, the tomboy trying to capitalize on Blair rising back up as she quickly pulled herself up to her feet, throwing a kick right at the bluenette's head!

Olivia's foot crashed into Blair's head, a solid blow that tilted the blue haired heavyweight to the side, but before she tipped all the way over, she stopped, a sign that something was wrong. Olivia, already on a rollercoaster of emotion following her partner's ill-fated rescue attempt, would once more experience a sudden shift as her smile disappeared, Blair turning and gazing at her in spite of absorbing her kick directly to the head.

"Wh... what the..." Olivia only managed that much before Blair suddenly pushed herself up, the cheerleader attempting to withdraw her leg only to get grabbed wholesale, pulled flush against Blair, who after getting a firm grip on her, would suddenly swing the cheerleader up and off of her feet, hurtling her through the air with a T-bone suplex!

"Waaaaah! UUUGH!" The crowd watched in awe as Olivia was flung entirely across the ring, Blair hurling her as if she weighed absolutely nothing. The short haired cheerleader would clear Brittany entirely, soaring over her, and would land on the far side of the ring, bouncing on impact before rolling a short distance, eventually coming to a stop just short of the opposite turnbuckle. The landing utterly flattening her, leaving her breathless and stunned on the mat, as Blair had showcased her terrifying power in one move, completely cutting the cheerleader's resistance short!

[BlackAkuma]

Hm. Quite a lot of altitude on that through. Blair Dame was well pleased with herself.

While she was unable to see the way her foe had fallen after that throw, it had sounded positively disastrous, a raucous crash that was far heavier than she would’ve expected from a woman of her relatively petite size. The screech as she went flying was a particular source of amusement, too. Blair Dame made a note to see if she could find a clip of it later - it would make a fine ringtone.

For the moment, however, she put such trivial thoughts aside and stood to face her foe, seeing her laid out near the corner. The typical move would be to drag her in the corner and put her into a stinkface, which was going to happen, without question. But Blair wanted to tenderize this woman just a little more, first. Have a little more fun.

She sauntered over, grabbed Ophelia by her short hairs and dragged her off to the corner, where she promptly propped the woman up against the corner. She brought her boot up, pressed her heel against Ophelia’s face, and proceed to press against, dragging the side of her boots against those pristine features with a facewash, once, twice, then thrice, before she took off towards the side of the ring, hit the ropes, then came running back to kick her foe in the face, completing the

.

[ADarlingDucky]

With Brittany recovering from a metal chair slamming square into her head, it was up to Olivia to try and recover this match from the disaster that it had become, and in the effort to do so, she would charge Blair as she rose, throwing a kick at her face. She landed flush, but as Blair continued to straighten up, it soon became clear as day that Olivia's blow had done nothing except for give the heavyweight more incentive to crush her, and before the tomboy could pull away, she was being swept up in her foe's grasp! Olivia was collected and then thrown with an especially impressive amount of force, flying clean over Brittany, who was being moved out of the center of the ring by the ref, before she slammed down just outside of the corner. All while Blair would slowly pick herself up and began to approach, able to take her time now that Olivia didn't have any ability to move!

Olivia still hadn't been able to recover in any meaningful way before she suddenly was grabbed by the hair, letting out a yelp as Blair hefted her up and dragged her over to the corner, tossing her into it. She was now, on the opposite side that she just had been, sitting in the corner of the ring once more, but this time, Blair had some more punishment that she wanted to dish out, likely as a form of revenge for Olivia's boot to her face!

"Uugh! Nngh! Uugh!" Olivia let out a low groan each time that Blair took the bottom of her boot and crudely scraped it across Olivia's face, gritting her teeth at the unpleasant sensation. When Blair was finished, she'd depart from the corner momentarily, and while Olivia brought a hand up to rub her cheek, she'd catch a glimpse of Blair in an adjacent corner, suddenly hurtling back towards her!

"W-wait! UUGH!" There was no waiting now, as Blair covered the distance back to her in a flash, and Olivia was subjected to a nasty boot to the face, Blair kicking her hard and whipping Olivia's head fully to the side, as she nailed her with the running strike. It wasn't just Olivia's head either, but her entire body that would turn to the side, and she would end up leaned over the bottom rope, looking like she was nearly kicked clean through it, Blair's brutal treatment having crushed the fight out of her in only a few short moves!