Tomás Ferreira vs. Blair Dame - Daydream In Blue

[GoingBananas]

Tomás could only wonder if Blair was as tough, or even more so, back in her earlier years. He knew very well what fighters subject their bodies to within their careers. By strengthening muscles, toughening skin, and improving cardiovascular endurance, fighters improve every time they train and fight. But even with her age, she still looked sharp. Blows delivered with precise volatility, and that’s without going into her wrestling, which she still held an advantage over.

Perhaps that’s the reason why Tomás, as Thanos put it, went for the head. It didn’t matter how tough one was, one good shot that could rattle the brain inside the skull would daze anyone. The crowd winced upon seeing his elbow drive down the top of her skull like an anvil, though both of them knew the world of kickboxing wasn’t a safe and kind one.

To his credit, Blair didn’t collapse to the floor after that, only reaching for the turnbuckle pads to keep her up. While it might be frustrating, it spurred the Portuguese Nak Muay further, chasing the Frenchwoman down. Just as Blair wouldn’t have let up on him, Tomás was doing the same.

His bare feet carried him through after landing from the jumping elbow. Once Tomás got close, his hands reached out high, seeking to latch his fingers around the back of her neck while trying to impale his knee deep into her gut. If he’s successful, Tomás would unload a barrage of knees onto his opponent. Right at the navel, where the kidney is, at the thighs, Tomás fired those knees, breathing hard through his nostrils. His heart thumped in his chest, both in excitement and fear. Fear of what might happen if he’s not successful in taking her down.

[BlackAkuma]

So, this was a fight, then? Blair had to admit, she had come into this with a less-than-competitive mindset, knowing how these mixed matches often went, especially in LAW. The men rarely won, and more often that not made poor showings, too preoccupied with sexual wiles to muster up a decent offense. That did not seem to be Tomas’ failing, however, at least not anymore. The man coming after her now was focused, precise, controlled, as if he knew that this was his best opportunity.

He moved in quick and latched on after his last attack, pulling her into a tight clench. She knew what was coming next, not hard to guess with their shared style, but knowing what was about to happen and stopping it were wholly different things. His knee shot into her breadbasket and sunk deep, with more following right after it. He struck everywhere he could reach, pelting her with penetrating shots, taking all of her breath away, each hit worse than the last.

This couldn't go on. She needed an escape route. Now.

She gritted her teeth as one of the knees crashed into her rib cage and reached out to grab hold of his leg, trapping his leg against her side while her other went around his shoulder. She pushed her way out of the corner, just enough to create some space, then arched her back, lifted him up, and tried to hurl him against the pads with an exploder suplex.

[GoingBananas]

This was a fight. It was the same kind of mindset that Tomás carried, even if the situation and vibe didn’t call for it. Many wrestling fans wouldn’t have come to Kickboxing or any other martial art. They came for the power slams, the submission moves, the high-flying attempts. They certainly did not come to see someone getting kneed into oblivion.

But that’s the world that Tomás came from. Old habits die hard and it’s gonna take a very long while (or some good tutelage) till he breaks out of that. Although it might not save him in matches where it’s a disadvantage to use it, it’s what the Portuguese man has. It’s his only pathway for offense. And so far, it’s been yielding results.

Each knee digs into the flesh and striking bone till it rattles. He breathed hard, remembering the drills he did where the ashen-haired man kept it up till the Kru felt like finishing. Which translated well into fighting. You keep going till knock out; the referee stops it or they verbally yield. He kept firing shots at the bluenette like his life depended on it. The kind of desperation that sought to fell the giant in his clutches.

The only issue is that Blair came from a kickboxing background. That didn’t cross his mind until he felt his knee caught in Blair’s grasp, held thereafter it landed on her rib cage. Left hopping on one leg, Tomás instinctively tried to bash his head onto Blair’s face, though even that didn’t stop him from the Frenchwoman hurling the man into the pads.

Tomás’s back crashed onto the padded turnbuckles, though the force of the suplex did little to cushion the impact and hit the metal inside. The ashen-haired man lay in a crumpled heap upside down, his head and shoulders touching the ground, wheezing and gasping hard from the air knocked out of him.

[BlackAkuma]

A headbutt.

It had been a long, long while since Blair took one of those, and she was reminded of why she didn’t much like them. As she held Tomas close, their skulls collided and she was hit with a shocking blow, a hit that left her ears ringing and weakened her knees. She managed to push through it, but only just barely, digging to push through. She was making this work.

Up and over. She sent Tomas flying and nailed him with a solid impact, enough to rattle the ring from the sound of it. She wanted to do a kip-up, but she thought better of it after she sat up and winced—those knees were still taking a toll. It was a painful reminder of what this man could do if she gave him even half a chance—all the more reason to pour on the pressure.

Blair smacked her fist against the mat and rose, pushing up to her feet and moving over to his fallen form. He was upside down at the moment, which gave her a nasty idea of what to do next, but first? She needed to rearrange him—just a little.

Reaching down, Blair wrapped her arms around his waist, lifted him up, and held his legs under the top turnbuckle, folding one beneath the other to trap him in the tree of woe. He was left hanging upside down, suspended in the corner, one of the worst positions imaginable for defending oneself.

Blair took a step back, huffed, then went to work, throwing out a quick barrage of kicks, alternating between his chest and stomach, alternating each target to make it hard for him to block, driving the tip of her boot in deep with every successful shot. It could only go so long before the referee forced her away, less than five seconds, but that was more than enough time to pile on real damage.

[GoingBananas]

Old habits die hard. That one was more akin to Muay Boran than it is Muay Thai, the former style allowing headbutts just like that other similar style from Myanmar. Still, with the streets and other gangs, you have to make use of what you have. After all, there weren’t many rules in the streets, especially against rival gangs.

But there was in this sanctioned ring and he had wondered if the referee would penalize him for that. But then Tomás remembered that this wasn’t kickboxing, either. At the very least, he wasn’t aiming for the nose or even the lips.

Still, even that didn’t save him from getting suplexed into the turnbuckle and for a moment, he’d remain upside down, slumped and haggard. Just as Tomás showed his toughness, Blair was also showing it in spades, being able to do that after receiving multiple blows in the clinch. This is a good example of why weight classes exist, though Tomás has done some good work to get this far.

That doesn’t amount to anything, however. Not when Tomás was getting picked up and placed hanging upside down. And certainly not when Blair began to return the favor with her own blitz.

Treating the smaller fighter like a sandbag, Blair’s lower limbs began to pummel on Tomás. It was hard enough to block Blair’s kicks normally when he was still fresh. Trying to do it when he’s so tired that his arms are so heavy while upside down is madness. The only thing Tomás could do was endure the fusillade of kicks, all the while his bones rattled and reverberated from the multiple impacts.

Literally gritting his teeth and bearing this salvo, eventually, his saving grace would be the referee counting at Blair. But he had to last until they got closer to five. It may be short, but this would be the longest, and most painful five seconds of his life…

Well, it's close to the top ten.

[BlackAkuma]

”1!”

Blair directed her first shots at his upper body, exclusively, mostly for the head. He would naturally try to block those, give them a high priority, and she could use that to train his reactions.

”2!”

Now, she worked on the lower torso, targeting his stomach in particular, driving the breath clean out of him with a couple of consecutive strikes.

”3!”

Next, the chest. Strong hits that echoed through the body, filled the area with the sound of smacking skin as each shot landed flush.

”4!”

Head, chest, stomach, all were fair game now, keeping his guessing, making the difficult task of defending himself nigh impossible.

By the time the final count was reach and Blair backed away, Tomas had been firmly worked over by her kicks, ravaged by her devastating strikes, as she brought her full potential out. She took a moment to step away from him and stretch her arms high, trying to get some of the kinks out of her old body while the audience gave her a round of applause. They were impressed? All well and good, but she was far from done, here.

Looking to get things back on track, Blair moved back to Tomas and unhooked his legs, allowing him to flop down on the canvas. She grabbed his ankle and hauled him back towards the center of the ring, far away from his salvation, then she brought her heel up and drove it down hard into the small of his back. She kept it there, too, as she grinded the point against his skin and leaned in to apply more pressure. ”Enjoying yourself, dear boy?” She reached to give him a pat on the head. ”Because I am. Immensely.”

[GoingBananas]

Tomás couldn’t tell as to how long this whole beat-down had been going on for. Should be five seconds already, and yet the kicks kept coming.

For the most part, Tomás focused on bringing his arms up enough to protect the head. Although the other parts of the body are left exposed, Tomás preferred not to lose consciousness during this onslaught. And it seemed to be working for him as Blair hacked away at the upper body.

But then came the lower part of the torso, and that made things even hellish. The air was getting harder and harder to take in, not when each shot from the woman would knock it all away. His body radiated with pain. Each millimeter of movement, voluntary or not, caused him to stiffen up in agony. He could barely get a hoarse cry out, but that soon got cut off by a swift kick to the head. Arms dropped to the floor, eyes near glassy. The mind was still going strong, but the flesh was weak. Muscles bent and bruised. Bones rattled and resounded deep inside that it was a wonder nothing was broken.

Eventually, the final count came, and Blair, more so the referee, would grant him mercy. Though at that point, he was already worse for wear. Struggling to breathe, let alone cough, Tomás was left hanging there, unmoving. He barely heard the roar of the audience, let alone his thoughts. However, what’s clear is that this was only the end of that part. The pain doesn’t stop until the bell rings.

At the very least, it was good that all the blood wasn’t filling his head now that he was unhooked from the turnbuckle. Tomás dropped like a sack of meat before dragging said sack to the center. The Nak Muay didn’t think about the fact that he was far away from the ropes, though, at the moment, anything would be better than being used as a sandbag.

Though he was close to reconsidering as the heel drove right into his spine, sending a jolt to jump-start his body a bit. Tomás groaned, his head raised from the floor, before resting his cheek on the canvas. He did hear what Blair said. Just that he couldn’t muster a response other than a haggard groan. A lot was taken out of him just now, and a bit of banter was the last thing on his mind.

[BlackAkuma]

Hm. It seemed like the young man was thoroughly spent. No stamina in this younger generation. A pity.

While it might have been hard to tell at the moment, Blair had great respect for Tomas, feeling that he had shown himself well and had a decent outing. While she had been in control of the match for no small part, he had hung in and showed tenacity, and even managed to wrest control away from her for a good minute or so. She suspected he would do well against a younger opponent, with skill that would surpass many in LAW.

But not her. Not today.

Blair kept the heel in place for a moment, though she ceased the grinding, content to merely hold him in place as she pondered the next step. It would be a simple matter to use one of her finishing moves to end this, but which one?

There was Blue Lotus, her submission, but it seemed a tad cruel. She had no desire to torture him, and a submission loss would be an undeserved blotch on his early career.

Perhaps her Psyclone? Better, but it seemed a tad anticlimactic to hoist him up only to kick him again, even if it was for the final time.

After a moment of deliberation, she decided and reached down to grab Tomas’, forcing him to stand. ”A moment, mon cher.” She gave him a reassuring pat on the cheek. ”We are almost done.”

Blair reached down, grabbed Tomas between the legs, lifted him straight off the canvas and held him upside down, his body parallel to hers. It was a fearsome display of strength, one she would not have dreamed of in her youth, and she took two steps before as she kept him close in this position. When that moment passed, however, she kicked out her legs and dropped to a sit, drilling Tomas’ head inton the mat with a sitout piledrive - or, as she called it, her Limo Driver.

If she could pull that off, there would be little to stop her from holding him close, grabbing his legs tight, and going for the pinfall

[GoingBananas]

Going through all of what Tomás had been through, having stamina left, would be a ludicrous thought. While, yes, there would be some natural physical advantages and disadvantages, it was a wonder that Tomás is still left conscious. No matter if life in the streets or in the ring has toughened him up some, there were still limits. And his body certainly reached it.

Well, at least close to it. But it damn sure felt like he was at his limit. Try as he might, the lack of wrestling experience was going to haunt him. Especially against someone who not only could match him on the feet but had that extra edge to turn the tables. In truth, it was commendable that he at least reached that far.

Blair seemed to notice that and let up on the heel grinding. It never left his back, but enough to keep him in place. However, with Tomás’s current constitution, it wouldn’t take much at all. He could hear the cheering crowd ringing through his eardrums. His eyes glimpsed the titantron and the reflection of him lying on the floor with the Frenchwoman standing on top. A sharp twinge he felt inside. He wouldn’t say he was misogynistic, but there was a belief that he could have been a bit better to circumvent this.

Eventually, after a moment of deliberation, Blair would bring the man to his feet. Needing a bit of support from the Frenchwoman to stand, his knees almost buckling from the weight of it all. He looked up at Blair, noting the height difference between the two. A mountain he didn’t quite reach the zenith. “…Maravilhoso…”

Blair would lift him up, and for the first time, he got used to the apprehension of being lifted off his feet. Even got used to being held upside down. So many things he would find himself experiencing for the first time while he’s in LAW.

However, getting his head spiked to the mat was a completely new experience. The impact of landing right on the crown of his head knocked him out before he could endure his spine damn near compressing. He would collapse on his back lifelessly as if shutting down his whole body. He’s experienced knockouts before. However, they were of a striking variety. This Limo Driver, as she calls it, certainly did the job that a well-placed kick could do and more.

Hopefully, that would be the end of that. Just a pin count and he’d wake up to exit the stage.

[BlackAkuma]

Boom. Done. 1, 2, 3.

The Limo Driver was, perhaps, a little extreme as her moves went, something she would have typicallys saved for her doughtiest foes, but she felt this was an exception to the rule. It wouldn’t serve Tomas or herself to win less spectacularly, to pin him after using a paltry move. No, she needed something grand and memorable, which certainly fit the bill.

He came crashing down, and predictably was laid out, leaving him as a withered husk on the mat, ultimately defeated. She could have ended the match with a pinfall here, a single finger on chest would’ve done it, but Blair had grander plans in mind. After all, she had certain traditions to follow—promises to keep.

Blair Dame slid forward, drew her knees in, and sat on his Toman’s face, letting her sweaty cheeks engulf his face from eyes to mouth, making him the envy of every man - and quite a few women - in attendance. She wiggled, making sure he was wedged in well, and stretched her arms upwards as she let out a triumphant sigh. It had been a long while, far too long, since she’d sat on a face like this, and she’d missed the sensation. A face, nuzzling against her muscled flesh, struggling breaths as she covered them, the struggles between her legs. All of it, divine.

But this wasn’t that sort of match, unfortunately, and she had to win the old-fashioned way. So, with that in mind, Blair planted her hands on Tomas chest, leaned forward, and gave him the best view in the house as she went for a pinfall.

One. Two. Three.