L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

"You don't gotta tell me twice, mademoiselle."

That verbal jab is emphasised with his rear pressing down into the lower area of her spine, arm pits squeezing her thighs to keep them locked in. He could tell by the way her legs strained that her body wasn't the most flexible. No real surprise, considering her age. Not that he was going to vocalise that thought. Because everytime he did, he usually ended up slapped, or chided by Ashen. Sometimes both, actually.

Old age or not, Blair wasn't one to just lie there and take it. Aaron could feel the French beauty squirming in his grasp, struggling her way towards the ropes. Inch by inch. Knowing she still had a lot of energy to give pleased him. But the playboy was never one to just willingly release his prey from a submission hold. If the blue haired gal sought to break the hold, he was going to make certain that she had to work for it.

The red head made sure to clamp on those legs tight, pulling back as far as he could manage. His hips push a little further down on Blair's back. Even then, he couldn't completely stop her from inching her way towards the ropes. But the message was still clear in his eyes, peering over his shoulder briefly down at her. You want freedom? You earn it.

”I had not planned on it.”

Inch by inch, Blair Dame worked her way towards the ropes, scrapping along the canvas with her gloves, fighting every step of the way. In her youth, this wouldn’t have been that big of deal. Hardly pleasant, but when she was young and smaller, and limber she could shrug off holds like this well enough without too much worry of lasting damage. Age had made her more inflexible, however, and bulking up with muscle had its downsides.

Downsides that she was not at all unaware of, but she had told herself that changing up her style in such a way would keep her from finding herself in these situations in the first place. And yet, here she was.

Or, rather, here she would be until she made it to the ropes, which she was currently trying to do with everything she had. She kept at it, dragging Aaron’s weight as he continued to invert her spine. He wasn’t making it an easy trek, but there was no universe in which she was losing to this move, at any age. She could do this.

One foot, then another, and she had it. Blair Dame reached out and snagged the rope tight, holding onto it with a white-knuckled grip.

That remark from the French beauty made a grin split across Aaron's face. There's no fun in facing an opponent with no fire in the belly, and Blair had an inferno blazing in the pit of her gut. He struggled with her as she wormed her way to the ropes, seeking to seize the cable and secure her freedom from this submission.

And then he feels Blair make a grab. A successful one, casting his eyes over to briefly verify. The referee shouted for the red head to let go, but he released his opponent before the words left the official's mouth. He wants victory, but not at the expense of destroying her. She's worth more than that. The statuesque stunner had fought for release and she's earned it.

"Y'know, normally girls are scrambling just to get near me, not away from me." He can't keep the cheek out of his tone, letting her legs hit the canvas, Aaron steps forward, twisting around to face her. He's giving her space, time to get back up and start afresh. Hands on his hips as he patiently awaits the mademoiselle rising back up to continue.

Blair Dame gripped the ropes tight and prepared for Aaron to draw the hold out for maximum effect, knowing that was what she would do in his place. She didn’t begrudge such tactics. After all, they were well within the rules, and in a match you needed to make the best of every opportunity given to you. It would be a rough four and a half seconds, but she was prepared to endure.

Thankfully, that would not be necessary, as Aaron released the hold before the referee could even get the count. She let out long, hissing sigh as her spine recoiled and returned to its natural state. The gentleman act was more than words, it seemed. He was playing it all the way. She could appreciate that.

”I think you will find me to be exceptional in many respects.” Blair Dame managed a mirthful laugh through the groans as she stood back and used the ropes for support as she rose. Once she was standing, she turned about and raised her guard again, slipping back into her fighting stance.

Still aching, she moved slowly around the ring, not wanting to commit to offense until she had more of her strength back. For now, she hung back, cautious and careful, waiting for him to make the first move.