L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Around Blair Dame, there were no shortage of distractions. The crowd was growing riotous, with her supporters rallying behind her while her detractors called for her submission. She was partly aware of young Brittany nearby, scrapping the apron as if this were a life or death matter. Then, of course, there was Damien himself, the man currently squeezing her into unconsciousness and looking oddly conflicted about it. Perhaps he was reminiscing about the last time her face was this close to a certain part of his anatomy. Blair Dame would concede, she was plagued by similar thoughts.

But she pushed them away, all of them, and tried to focus on the task at hand. The singular, herculean effort that she was about to dedicate herself to.

There were those that, when she joined LAW and entered heavyweight division, doubted she could handle herself in this weight class. Historically, she had been a middleweight - on the heavier side, perhaps, but still firmly in that class. Putting on forty pounds of steel was no small feat at any age, let alone in her forties, and it was thought that this would take an undue toll.

Now, Blair Dame sought to prove them wrong, as she rolled over to her stomach and began to lift. One foot on the canvas, planted firmly, then the other. She stayed bent over in a crouch as her muscles flair beneath her leotard, turning into solid, bulging steel. Her eyes shut tight. Veins erupted along her skin.

All at once, Blair Dame surged upwards, straightened up, lifting Damien clear off the canvas, holding him and in the sky. For a golden moment she stood ramrod straight, as every muscle she could find was recruited to the impossible effort.

One second pass. Two.

She kicked her legs, dropped on her butt, and brought Damien’s back crashing into the canvas with all the force she could muster, attempting to forcefully dislodge his with a crushing powerbomb.

It was getting more and more impressive, or concerning, depending on your point of view, to all watching that Blair Dame was adamantly going to refuse to submit to this particular hold, for better or worse. As the seconds ticked by, Damien’s thighs flexing and crushing the White Widow between them, it was looking more and more like it was going to be for the worse, as Blair continued to languish in the hold. But as she repositioned herself, a few tentative signs of life that she was still moving, it became clear that she didn’t plan on going meekly to sleep, something that someone who knew Blair as well as Damien did already knew. What he didn’t know, however, was just how equipped Blair was to respond to him, as she began to draw her legs up underneath herself, getting back on her feet and taking a moment, Damien prepping himself for her to attempt to pull free or to perhaps roll him into a pinfall.

What he didn’t expect was exactly what happened next, as Blair hoisted him up onto her shoulders and into the air, in one terrifyingly smooth motion.

“What the…” Damien hadn’t remembered this. Blair had bulked up, that much was easily noticeable, but to be able to fully heft him off of the mat like she did was shocking to him as much as anyone else, and now he was hoisted high above the mat, part of her display. The unfortunate part for the seasoned male being that he wouldn’t be displayed like that for very much longer!

“UUGHAGH!” Blair dropped suddenly, and with one swift swing downwards, she would slam Damien so hard into the canvas that he would likely later wonder how she hadn’t put him clean through it and into the floor beneath. Damien’s legs went completely slack at the moment of impact, as the rest of his body did the same, bouncing slightly before settling, some parts of him laid limp on the mat, while the others rested awkwardly against Blair’s body, none of them set to move anytime soon. The oxygen that had left him wasn’t returning soon either, and so the weathered veteran would lay with his eyes wide, staring up at the lights and wondering when was the last time he had been so thoroughly rocked!

All the late night workouts, the strenuous training, pushing her body until she could hardly stand up again. The protein shakes and dietary supplements, costing far more than she’d like to admit, just to get the exact right things into her body. So much time and effort gone into molding a body past its prime into something new, like working with stubborn clay.

All of it was worth it, just to get that reaction out of Damien.

The secret was in her back and legs. While she’d always had an impressive pair, she’d put a good deal of work into her back, strengthening her core muscles, and they did the lion’s share of the work as she hefted Damien upward. From there, it was just a simple matter of helping gravity does it work, as she brought him to the canvas with a thunderous crash and earned her freedom.

The crowd gave her a raucous round of applause, and she would have very much liked to show her appreciation, but her immediate reflex was to tend to her arm and catch her breath. She rubbed her aching limb and drew in lungfuls. She had a moment to recuperate, but she knew it would be brief. Damien was stunned, but that window would not stay opened forever.

Her arm was hurting too much for another slam, but thankfully, she had two legs that were perfectly capable of continuing the damage. She reached over, grabbed his head with both hands, and stood up, forcing him to sit upright as she went. With his back exposed, she stepped behind him and went to work.

Blair Dame stepped back, then rushed in and sliced into his spine with a soccer kick, targeting the tender spot where the spine meets the hip, the sacroiliac. She drew that same leg back immediately after and launched it again, same spot, hitting it in quick succession with her punishing blows.