Between Snakes and Domino Pieces - Brielle Morgan VS Domino

[Afterhoursclub]

That -thudding- noise came like music for Brielle's ears, the sound of Domino falling backwards into the canvas. Truth be told, Brielle might even start liking the boy, he was clearly passionate about this whole wrestling business, and he was certainly giving it his all judging by how much effort and commitment he was putting into literally the first move of the encounter...

Of course, this only meant that crushing him would be all the more enjoyable and entertaining for her...

A devilish grin graced the goth's features as Brielle quickly got back up to her feet. She fixed her eyes onto the boy's fallen form and rapidly went on to capitalize on the opening.
The dark haired girl leaned down and tried to seize both of the model's ankles, if this were successful she would proceed with crossing his legs with her own and then dropping to the mat, trapping him into an expertly applied Figure Four Leg Lock.

"Come one, hotshot... Show me more of that determination of yours" Brielle tensed her legs, increasing the pressure on Domino's limb.

[CyanDimitrik]

Domino is having to take a few extra long moments to get the birds to stop chirping around his head.

Well. If only.

The reality is that it's less cartoonish, and more radiating, blasting pain pulsing from his jaw with each beat of his heart. His hands move to nurse the struck section of his chin, his world rocked for a moment as he writhes.

The pain throbs, but it's not enough to fully distract him from the world around him. They're off in earnest now, and this is his own fault for letting his guard down a little with her. For letting himself settle into the wrestling embrace, as much as it could be considered. He could nurse his ego later, tell himself that she's a very distracting presence when so close, when lips get involved, when her tight body is pressed into him. But for now, the most he feels - aside the pain itself - is the growing alarm that his legs are being raised.

The hands move from his face in favor of refocusing his gaze on the girl. The arms wave, trying to dissuade her from carrying out her plan, but it's no use. She interlocks their lower bodies together, bracing knee against knee, and leveraging body mechanics into an unnatural pressure.

"Aaagh!"

Domino braces himself on his elbows, his upper-body arched as the pain suddenly shrieks through his knees.

[Afterhoursclub]

For Brielle, playing the role of a teasing mistress was probably one of her favorite "strategies" in matches, if you could call it a strategy at all- For it was part of her own persona, getting right under her opponent's skin, making them nervous, annoying them with her mere presence and proximity, only to drop them right to the floor with a hard kick or a well aimed punch.

Not to say that this was a flawless plan, Brielle had already suffered the consequences of clashing with a foe who focused enough not let themselves be affected by her playful games. In which case, she accepted the outcome all the same, for this was all part of the game in the dark-haired girl's eyes.

However, this time, it seemed that Domino had fallen right into her trap, losing his concentration and getting caught with a counter that saw him drop to the floor, open for Brielle to continue with her offense. With astonishing agility and swift movements, she locked both of the boy's legs together into a tight Figure 4 Leglock.

"Aw, you look cute when you are in pain, love!" She smiled, adding more pressure to the hold, delighted by Domino's contorting face. wanting to test his resilience to the maximum. Brielle pressed both hands against the white canvas and immediately pushed herself up, adding some elevation to the straining maneuver.

The goth gal wanted to apply even more pressure to the model's lower limb, making him feel the stinging pain of the leglock for the rest of the encounter. Leaving him vulnerable to more punishment.

"Let me know if you want me to ease up a little," She giggled.

[CyanDimitrik]

"Aaaagh!" Domino's back arched as she poured in the pressure, folding his knees together in ways quite unnatural. The figure-four is particularly unpleasant, defiant in the face of physics. It's as if Brielle expects his knee to pass through the other shin! That's not how physical reality works! And the pain currently coursing through his lower body is testimony to the fact.

She'd made fair use of her feminine wiles on him, Domino couldn't claim otherwise. Wrestling with women had certain... pitfalls... that he wasn't entirely accustomed to yet. So few of them seemed to want to engage directly, up-front, toe-to-toe! But what he does have in his favor is experience in the ring. The figure-four isn't new to him, even if the pain is a most unwelcome familiarity.

It has vulnerabilities.

Hissing through his teeth with each breath, Domino focuses past the immediate pain and braces himself on his elbows again. With his chest rising and falling heavily, rapidly, he looks down across their linked bodies to Brielle's face, glaring at her. And finally, it begins with a pull from the right arm, a swing of the limb a couple times for momentum. Then a twist of the hips, his pained legs flexing in the tangled trap of limbs with her.

"No.. I want you.. to hold on!"

And suddenly, he pitches himself into a full effort to roll over with her, forcing the two face-down - and fully reversing the figure-four. The pain he was wracked with, the damage his legs were undergoing, now reflected back onto her. The mockery of physics she was attempting to subject him to now demanded solutions from her instead.

[Afterhoursclub]

For Brielle, everything felt almost like a game. People often thought that the goth never took anything seriously, but truth be told, she simply embraced the chaos of uncertainty. Never letting people know what her true intentions were, when she meant what she said, and when she was simply messing around... teasing people just for the sake of having a good laugh at the expense of others.

And regarding wrestling, sometimes her mere presence, together with some honeyed words, was enough to get under her opponent's skin. A tactic that she incorporated into her arsenal rather well. And that once again proved to be a resounding success, distracting Domino long enough for Brielle to take full control of the match rather quickly, dropping the model down and trapping him into a vicious Figure Four Leg-lock. Wrenching his leg more and more with each passing second, while sporting a wide smile on her face.

"Everything alright over there?" The dark-haired gal teased. Already thinking about how she would continue to punish Domino once she got bored with twisting his limb. However, that single second of hesitation was enough for her opponent to seemingly come back into the game, showcasing his resilience and grit.

In one swift move, Brielle found herself being turned around.

"What?!" She was caught by surprise. Suddenly, all the weight of the hold and the strain from the leg lock fell upon her one limb, completely reversing the roles.

"Grahhh!" The Brit grunted with pain. Feeling the tension growing more and more with each passing second. Brielle began clawing the mat desperately, wincing while trying to reach the ropes.

[CyanDimitrik]

Domino didn't quite feel like he'd been tricked so much as Brielle had simply... used what she had at her disposal. Was it vicious, then, by his perception? Not really. It came across as more playful, an approach he was regrettably susceptible to, it turned out. At least in the opening. But the radiating pain in his jaw and throbbing strain in his leg was enough to remind him of his purpose in the ring tonight. Regardless of whatever else, he has a job to do.

The two flipped over to that end. The strain in his legs immediately reversed as physics took over, leverage swapped, and Brielle's legs became a tangle of limbs straining against themselves. He props himself up on his elbows, head turned to peer back over his shoulder to the goth girl now struggling to claw her way across the mat.

"What's wrong?," he calls back to her. "Don't tell me you're feelin'--," he pauses to flex his legs, forcing the hold to tighten and clench, shin clamped to calf, "--weak in the knees!"

She deserved it. Just a little sass. A little sass is alright.

But to keep the hold on, he has to inch back accommodatingly with her as she struggles to haul their combined weight, sans legs, towards the ropes. Every so often, his elbows shuffle on the mat. But his head tilts to keep track of her behind him, watching the referee hovering near her shoulder to ask if she submits.

[Afterhoursclub]

Suddenly, the world spun for the goth girl, and she was now face down with her legs being subjected to immense pressure and strain.

"Grahhh..." she grunted in pain, holding her head while trying to endure the punishment, a punishment that one could argue she had brought upon herself. Perhaps being a bit too playful with her approach-

Maybe she had underestimated Domino, who seemed to be way craftier than she had expected. Or it was simply the way wrestling was: a continuous back-and-forth until one finally seized victory over the other. Regardless, she had to do something fast.

Brielle was now the victim of her own hold after the model boy had expertly countered her. She was now dragging herself toward the ropes. Clawing the mat while pulling both her own weight and Domino's together.

"Gosh... darn it..." she mumbled between gritted teeth. "Save it with the puns... hon...". However, Domino's words, as teasing and mocking as they were, rang a bit of truth... the hold was taking a toll on her lower limbs.

After pushing herself and pressing forward even further, the dark-haired gal reached with the full extent of her right arm and gripped the bottom rope tightly with her hand, while giving a side eye to the referee, waiting for her to begin doing her respective job.

[CyanDimitrik]

Did he hear a 'gosh darn it' from the goth?

Domino did not expect that from her. He expected her to be profane, brassy, uncouth as they come! Something about her attitude and air put that in mind. But... gosh darn it? That's actually cute. A lot cuter than he was prepared for. If he wasn't smiling already in having turned the tables on her, that would've earned one by itself. Not that he'd tell her why, of course. She'd probably take it as an insult. Probably.

"Never!," he calls back when she tells him to take it easy on the puns.

The two shimmy and crawl, struggle and writhe their way across the mat, both on their bellies, until finally Brielle snags the bottom rope. The referee-girl is right on it, hurrying to Domino's side. "Rope break! Let go!"

Some wrestlers would hang onto the hold. They'd keep twisting and wrenching right up to the point of risking disqualification. But that wasn't Domino. When she tells him to release, he disengages his legs from hers and turns around on his hip to face Brielle. His own shins are sore after enduring his part of the grapple, but he intends to take full advantage of whatever opening he can find. And right now, Brielle's back is turned to him.

Pitching forward, Domino grabs for Brielle's waist from behind to try and lift her to her full height again. Not to squeeze her this time, but rather to try to shove her into the nearest turnbuckle!