Change of Fortune - Miss Fortune vs Drake "Domino" Vyril

[RiotGrrl]

The redhead from New York just couldnt buy a win in LAW, despite the fact she had fabulous wealth on account of her Mafia connections. She had taken on a variety of girls from single lightweights to massive tag teams, all of which ended with her flat on her back for the three count. She wasnt a bad wrestler, far from it, she just was kept from gaining the glory she deserved by forces out of her control. As she sat in her expensive apartment, she was clicking through the LAW website to check for potential rivals when she saw a new section. "Unofficial Male Wrestlers" The redhead paused, was LAW branching out into mixed matches now? Only one way to find out. As she clicked the mouse she saw the roster, it was small although she had to admit, the guys who were on there were all incredibly attractive. As she scrolled each one, a single wrestler stood out. His image hit her like a forearm to the face!

Drake "Domino" Vyril

Instantly Miss Fortune opened her mouth, her tongue running along the top of her lip as she checked him images and stats.

"Hmmm heavier and taller than me, but NO man can resist me! I am gonna find this guy and use all my charms to take him down. Then LAW have to take me seriously!!"

She grabbed her phone and made a call, getting up out of her chair, still wearing the silky robe and her expensive purple lingerie as she padded around her apartment. Plans were bubbling to the surface

The date was set. Miss Fortune made her way to her very exclusive and private gym where she could train unhindered, and unlikely to be surprised by any of the standard LAW roster. She pushed through the doors, the heat immediately apparent as she felt the difference between inside and outside. Instantly, Miss Fortune felt the sweat bead on her forehead, before making its way to the deep cleavage of her breasts. Today would be hot for all sorts of reasons she thought.

As she was alone, she could strip down there and then, no need for a locker room and she pulled off her crop top to reveal a blue and white bikini underneath, always one size too small to amplify her natural D cups. her jeans quickly followed to reveal her bikini bottoms. A small strip of material at the front and a literal string at the rear, allowing her generous cheeks to show to all who cared to look. She sat on the ring apron and put on her matching boots, lacing them up as she waited for her rival to arrive. It was almost time and she had sent a car especially for him. She wanted her guest to be as comfortable as possible before Miss Fortune began the pleasurable attack of her assets against his willpower


She stepped through the ropes and started to run to bounce off them, she had already worked out earlier at the gym so this was just the finishing touches to get match ready. Miss Fortune felt butterflies as the time ticked away. This would be a lot of fun she thought

[CyanDimitrik]

This whole season has been a slow one for Domino. His federation isn't giving him his due, both in opportunities and the number of matches. He wants his shot, and he's just not getting it. And given the tenor of discussions involving him, it won't be happening any time soon. He'd have to find a way to force them to recognize him as a contender - or he needs to make some changes to his situation altogether. Having a few friends makes life in Japan bearable, but the isolated feeling is pretty hard to shake. His usual workout venues don't make things any easier. Jeers, comments, laughs - it's a challenge by itself to not become jaded and bitter.

And then he got an invitation. A private match? With a girl? He's immediately suspicious, and was ready to give his response and state that he's not a prostitute. But he checks up on the name given - she's not a moony-eyed perv' hoping to score a grope-session. She's actually a wrestler. This is real. Color him intrigued.

With some lingering suspicion, he accepted the invitation. If nothing else, fresh training - sans aforementioned jeers and sneers - would be good. It's always smart to experience different opponents. He didn't expect them to send a car for him, though. He sat in awkward silence, duffelbag hugged to his lap, wide amethyst eyes darting here and there along the way.

Once there, he was told where to go to prep. And finally, here he is.

The young model steps out, already dressed to wrestle. His sleekly-toned upper-body goes completely bare, from defined chest to six-packed abdominals. A pair of black and white bracers cap his wrists, along with a pair of matching trunks, leaving the majority of his legs and thighs bare before the matching wrestling boots.

As he reaches the ring apron and climbs up,he spots the redhead charging about the ring. Wrestling in a thong? God, that'd have to be so uncomfortable! She, herself, however - she's attractive, true to the media he'd found on her. He slips between the ropes and makes his way to the center of the ring.

"Hey. So what do I call you? Fortune? Miss?," he muses.

[RiotGrrl]

As Miss Fortune stopped her workout, she heard the door go and instantly fixed her eyes on the man entering. She was not disappointed! She moved to a corner and casually leaned against it, all the time her gaze captivated by the male wrestler. She would have been mentally undressing him had he been dressed, but those trunks left little to the imagination! She had to stop herself from staring at his toned chiseled body and of course his package. As the male got into the ring and moved to center, Miss Fortune came to meet him. She questioned whether flinging herself at Domino would be a step too far, probably as thy had just met and she didnt want to give away her sheer excitement at the choice she had made.

The New Yorker stepped probably closer than she should have, and craned her next the full six inches up to look him in the eye. It also served the purpose of giving Domino a full look at her curves, the best part of her body, in her own opinion next to her plump cushioned bottom.

"Nice of you to arrive. Domino right? You can call me Madison, I just wrestle under the name Miss Fortune........ which is oddly what I have been experiencing all the time here!"

She quickly stopped herself saying more, visibly nervous and animated at her rivals appearance. She played with her hair and smiled. It was fair to say Miss Fortune was instantly smitten with Domino.

"Err so yeah, I figured we could have a match, for fun. Ya know? You're the best male wrestler here from what I have seen and I wanna test myself"

Now the attitude of Madison, who was a former Sorority girl started to creep out as she managed to regain some of her composure. She raised her hand and let a finger slowly trail long his abs, not looking the man in the eye, mainly because she would melt

"Unless you think you cant beat me?"

Miss Fortune giggled again and flicked her hair, she was deliberately flirting with the man

"How about a bet? To make it... interesting?"

She flashed him a glance, the mischief in her eyes plain for all to see, before she stepped back and bounced a few times, ready to see and hear the mans response to her offer.

[CyanDimitrik]

The girl closes in on him, and Domino stands rigid, ready for whatever she might throw at him. Instead, he's greeted with... girlieness. From what he'd seen of her before arriving, this was not what he'd expected. He stares at her, amethyst eyes wide and jaw slightly hung ajar, processing. With a blink, he snaps back to attention.

"Madison," he repeats, followed by a smile. "Best way to change your fortune is to make your own. Gotta train hard, and fight hard." Maybe this session could be more about her - helping her do better, get stronger. Sure, she's technically competition for what few people he's close to in country, but she sent for him. And she seems, well, nice.

His eyes flick down to where she'd been touching his abs. Maybe she sent for him for other reasons, but whatever.

The eyes return to her. "Gimme everything you've got. Don't hold back, and I'll do the same. Alright?" Oh wait, a bet? "What'd you have in mind, Maddy?" Yes, he did just give her a nickname.

He moves back to the corner opposite her, reclining into it. His arms lift to rest along the top ropes at either side, his gaze remaining trained on her.

[RiotGrrl]

Upon hearing the wrestlers words, Madison felt inspired. Maybe all her worries were for nothing and she could turn around her aptly named fortune and become the wrestler she had been previously in other promotions. This would be a good start, even if she didnt win, and she didnt want to entertain this idea, she still would manage to get her hands on a rival who was bigger, stronger and maybe more skilled than she was. She could see her flirting was either having little effect on Domino, or she was making a fool if herself. She needed to get her head back on the match and less on his body. Madison mirrored the mans pose and returned to the opposite corner, stretched a few times as she pondered her response

"A bet, well. How about this. If I can pin you for a five count, you have to meet me for dinner, but if you pin me for a five count, we dont have to do anything at all unless you want to?"

What Domino didnt know was that through her vast number of contacts, Madison knew all about Kaeda and the pairs fledgling relationship. She wasnt looking to steal him away, but male company, and good male company was hard to find. So this was an opportunity she didnt want to let slip by. It also ensured that she would have a brief close contact with the male wrestler and she intended to make every second of it count. Professional or not, a fight or not, Domino was attractive to the New Yorker.

Eager to get things started she decided to forgo the use of a ref, although she could have hired one, wanting this to be a more private affair and so Madison came out of her corner, hands up looking to invite the male wrestler for a grapple. All the time her eyes locked on the man. She needed a good start otherwise those doubts about her ability would surface, and Domino could squash her like so many of the female roster had in LAW

[CyanDimitrik]

A five-second pin?

His head tilts slightly to the side, those hanging obsidian bangs further framing his face. With Kaeda in the picture, he has to resist certain urges in mixed wrestling. At the same time, he's not even going to attempt denying that the redhead is pretty hot; great body, pretty eyes, cute smile. With a smirk, he decides to test her out a little.

"Make it a ten second pin, and you're on."

On the surface, yeah - totally wanting longer body contact with the scantly-clad girl who was pawing at him earlier. But it's also a safety net. In case she gets squirrely and manages to get him in a bad position, ten seconds should be plenty of time for him to recuperate and turn things around. No risk of dating another girl. And sure, there's the perk of pinning a sexy redhead down for ten seconds. That's just a thing. Plus, he suspects Madison will enjoy that more anyway. Everyone wins.

He steps out of the corner and approaches her, his hands raised at the ready. And jut as he enters her space, he lashes out at her to begin the match! His hands shoot for her neck and shoulder to start the lockup, leaning towards her body in an effort to steadily overpower her and march her back towards the ropes.

[RiotGrrl]

Madison moved out and was set on the grapple when the reply from her enticing rival took her a little by surprise. She stepped back and stood a little straighter. As the words sunk in, a smile crept across her lips, her full red lips. She couldnt let this one go unanswered

"HA! Hey if you want me lay on you, full body, with these big breasts squashed against your chest or better still your face, then who am I to stop you?"

The smirk was classic Madison. Bratty yet undeniably ever the flirt. From the early exchanged, it seemed Domino was going to have his hands full, literally and figuratively. She moved back to her crouched position, for all the sass mouth she displayed, there came a time when it was put up or shut up, and Madison would have to show she could wrestle. Despite the huge weight difference of well around 40lbs and the obvious height difference, Madison could actually rely on her smaller frame to get under the bigger wrestler. She should also be a little quicker if the match conditions would allow, and she could recall her rivals words of not "holding back"

As they grappled, Madison let out a loud grunt, it was unladylike like, but then again this was wrestling, not a dinner party. She strained as she matched Dominos position, her arms trembled slightly at the sheer power the man had. She had made a slight error or judgment with this, especially as her boots started slipping back on the canvas. She gasped again and grit her teeth, but it was no use, she wasnt going to stop him from pushing her back. In what was a victory of wills, Madison found her back against the plastic coated cables. She arched and let out a moan, purposely pressing her large breasts and abs into the man a little bit, even on the defensive, Madison had ways to play with the man's mind.

"Hey ropes! Clean break right?"

She let go of the grapple and raised her hands up high, playing on the fact that Domino might be the gentleman she thinks he is and he will clean break. If he did however, the redheaded minx had machinations of her own She was going to play by her rules, as she always did in any match she took part in. Unless Domino stepped far out of reach, or unless he countered and tried to suckerpunch Madison, the redhead would flatten her hand and step out, arm cocked across her body, looking to chop the man straight across his well toned and defined pecs and upper chest.

[CyanDimitrik]

Domino presses the girl into the ropes, and she predictably arches. After all, he's still plying pressure on her. The feel of her breasts and abs pushing against his chest and midsection aren't lost on him, holding the position to lightly strain her body until she calls for the rope break.

"Yeah, yeah," he faux-sulks. Of course he would've let her go anyway - he's a regular boyscout in the ring. So when her arms go up, he disengages his hands from her and relieves the pressure on her body. He takes a step back, but doesn't get far enough to avoid a sudden, snappy chop smacking against his toned chest!

"Ah!," he yelps in equal parts surprise and pain, moving back a step and defensively raising an arm over his pecs.

[RiotGrrl]

The ruse worked and Madison was released from the grapple, which allowed her to unleash the snap chop across the mans chest. As the SLAP reverberated around the empty gym, Madison shook her hand a little before flashing him a grin. The move had stung her hand probably as much as it did her rivals chest, but just like her hazing days back in the Sorority, she was letting Domino know he wasnt in for an easy ride.

"Oh sorry, did that hurt?"

She giggled again, half playful, half smirking satisfaction at getting the first real blow on the man. However, Madison couldnt stand around taunting and teasing Domino, at least not yet. She had to do something to build some momentum and get the big man down into the canvas where she could eliminate his size and a little of his weight advantage. Perhaps her pride and smugness was getting the better of her with her next choice. Madison turned and ran towards the ropes just away from her. As she turned to take them at her back again, she thundered toward Domino, her hair as like a wild mane of fire and the sweat of the early effort and pre-match workout was visible on her pale white skin. She approached Domino at speed with a steely look in her eye. As she got near, unless the man countered or moved, she was going to jump and try to stretch out a little, looking to take her male guest down with a crossbody block, looking to drive all 130lbs into him.

The move may have given Domino some insight into why Madison had been squashed in so many of her matches. That her choices, didnt always seem to be the best for the given situation

It was tremendously risky this early on, but Madison was spurred on by what she called first blood so far. If Domino didnt fall, or moved she was in a world of trouble, because whatever the outcome, it would give the upper hand to the man.

[CyanDimitrik]

Rather than press her attack, which Domino was preparing to endure and find a way to counter, she takes off! It was only a chop! Just a chop! It's gutsy of her to expect that to keep him locked in place long enough for a charging move, and he's watching her every step of the way. And by the time she's running towards him, each rushing step sending reverberations across the mat, he's ready for her! She launches into the air, her body stretched out, and he has a knee-jerk impulse to tank the hit.

So he does.

One foot shifts back to brace himself, and his arms go wide to receiver her! Her stomach impacts across his torso, issuing a, "Hnph!," from him. His right arm hooks under her neck, the left arm between her legs to keep her gripped against himself and held in the air!

"Gotcha!"

And just as abruptly as he catches her, he drops to a kneeling position to slam her lower back across his upturned knee in a classic backbreaker!