Shaken, Maybe a Little Stirred - Domino vs. Ophelia Noir

[CyanDimitrik]

In this process, Domino can't help but consider how lightweight she feels in his grip. She's not a feather, but it's very different when wrestling another man. Her slender neck feels delicate in his arm as he constricts her. And as he listens to her sputtering her defense, his gaze falls on her arched, feminine body. She's an extremely attractive girl, no doubt about that. And someone is going home with someone. While he wouldn't necessarily mind their match turning into a date, at the end of the day, a couple factors still play in: he has to beat her for the sake of his career. And he knows he'd be good to her.

He likes to think she'd be good to him, if she were in the proverbial driver's seat. He just doesn't know her that well yet.

She's thrashing an awful lot.

Domino tilts his head away from her flailing arms and fingers, trying to avoid any errant eyerakes. And while a part of him wants to choke her out in this position and take the victory here, he also isn't sure he can control her well enough to reach that point before she digs into his peepers! And even as he's thinking about it, her struggling sees a hand raising and clocking him squarely on the corner of the jaw, forcing his head aside quickly.

Deciding instantly to change things up, Domino suddenly drops to a knee with her! Naturally, this brings the girl's spine down squarely upon his raised knee in a modified lungblower, before his arm suddenly releases her neck to let her body hit the mat however she will!

"I'll figure somethin' out," Domino says finally, hand raised to nurse his jaw.