L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

There was the blush. Few would ever describe Damien as cute, even in her younger years, but few had ever known him quite so well as Blair Dame, once upon a time. He could be serious and stern when need be, and his visage brought to mind chiseled granite. But beneath that stone was something softer and warmer and occasionally adorable. You could see it, if you knew where to look. Beneath the grisly hairs.

That little blush.

It alone was enough to bring the smile out of her, and a genuine one, not laced in lust. ”You could’ve fooled me.” She chewed her lip and muffled a giggle that had no business coming from a woman her age. ”But I will endeavor.”

As fun as it was to steal away with Damien’s proverbial goat, she did have more pressing concerns, such as the pressing he was currently doing to her shoulders. The referee’s count only went as far as one before she bridged up on her head and lifted him up, but the message was clear - this was not the place for her.

She had options, though, and she employed one of them as she tried to stretch her legs out with a sudden burst, trying to get them just far enough that she could slip them out of Damien’s and escape his entwining grasp. With that done, her next, best move would be to plant her feet, thrust upwards, and send him rolling away, hopefully making some space between them and earning her a respite.

Asking Blair not to make an innuendo in this situation, legs tied together and spread apart, laying atop one another on the canvas, was probably about as useful as asking the sun to kindly stop shining for a moment to get some shade. It just wasn't going to happen, though perhaps by mere chance of the mood he found her in, as she only gave him a passing remark and a giggle, far less than she probably normally would have normally, before she suddenly began to push up against him, bridging after planting her feet hard into the canvas. For as much as Blair played into her generously curvy frame, being known as someone who was keen to take a seat on her opponents, her body was also layered with muscle underneath, and Damien was very quickly hefted off of the ground ever so slightly, as she got her base. And then, with a sharp surge, she would hoist him clean off of her, sending the blonde rolling across the mat a small ways before he caught himself, Damien quickly rolling to his hands and knees and pushing back up to his feet.

She had dismounted him, sure, but she still had to rise up from being on her back, and Damien was already getting onto his feet, moving at a brisk walk back to her in order to meet her as she stood, aiming to catch her while she was still on the way up. And if he did, he'd attempt to swing an arm around her head, catching her in a front facelock and pulling her up into his control.

"I appreciate the endeavor. So uh, don't hold this against me." Damien would reach down with his free hand, grasping at Blair's curvy hip before he would slip his hands underneath the side of her leotard, digging his fingers in and getting a good grip. With a sudden heave, he'd hoist the fabric upwards, likely cutting it into her plump behind, while he attempted to bring the bluenette clean up into the air, as he looked to swing her in a clean arc through the air, before slamming her down with a quick and powerful snap suplex!

Try as Blair might, it was hard to ignore those old familiar feelings, as their bodies ground together in the hold. They both had changed physically, and not merely by age - she was more solid, more muscular than she had been the last time they were this close, and he struck her as being a bit more dense, for want of a better word. And yet, there was something so familiar in the way their hips just…fit. Like a lock and key that hadn't been used in so long. Rusty, a bit slow, but all the basic parts were still there. She need only slide it in, and then…

No. No, no, no, that wouldn’t do, and she could resist such temptation. She doubted it would work if she was even sincere about it - the Damien she remembered was many things, but never faithless.

So it was all well and good that her attempt at separating them worked well, before any more temptations were dropped in their laps and the awkwardness had more of a chance to spread. She threw him off and earned herself a moment to rise, but that moment turned out to not be long enough. Sure enough, he was on her again in a flash, seizing her head with a front facelock, the prelude to so many painful things.

In this case, it turned out to be a quick suplex, one that brought Blair down hard on her spine and sent shivers all through her body. She hissed at the sting, but as much as she wanted to sit and wallow with the pain, she knew that wasn’t an option. If Damien kept this up, he would keep rolling with the momentum and take this match away from her.

"Nothing to apologize for. I can take a little pain." She had a deep, husky laugh through the pained grunt. "As well you know."

Instead of simply laying there, Blair wrapped her arm tight around his head, rolled over, and forced herself upward, dragging him along for the ride. As soon as she was back up, she did unto him as he’d done unto her - arching her back, bringing him over, and trying to slam him with her own Snap Suplex.