Between Snakes and Domino Pieces - Brielle Morgan VS Domino

[Afterhoursclub]

The triangle choke was locked tight, and everything was going according to how she had visualized. The kick had rung her bell, leaving her with a slight headache that wouldn't leave her alone for what remained of the match most likely...

And the elbow to her gut had forced a handful of air right out of her lungs... But it was all worth it in order to catch Domino with another punishing submission. And punishing it was, for Brielle was planning to choke the man out completely this time.

"Ugh... Thanks for getting closer, love..." She uttered, applying more pressure into the hold, still locking eyes with the model. Watching how the redness quickly took his features over.

She felt Domino's free hand pull the back of her head, getting them even closer to each other, and she also noticed the sudden changes in the man's positioning while trapped in the hold, but at the moment Brielle interpreted everything as the useless struggles of a pretty trying to escape its inevitable end.

Slowly... She started to realize that things might not have been as she was imagining. There seemed to be a hidden "purpose" behind his movements. This only became more evident when Brielle saw herself abruptly lifted off the mat.

"Oh... What?" She peeled her eyes, cinching the triangle choke tighter, both for support and attempting to stop Domino from accomplishing whatever he was trying to do. But in the end, all of her efforts were fruitless...

"Arghhh!" She cried out painfully as she was violently dropped back first onto the ring mat with a powerful powerbomb that shook the entire ring. The impact broke the triangle choke instantly, leaving the goth girl writhing on the canvas.

[CyanDimitrik]

It takes tremendous amounts of effort to raise someone's full bodyweight in a bundle like that, while they're choking you. Domino, however, is determined to put his everything into this match now. It isn't that he's angry at Brielle. It isn't that he even dislikes her. Though her teasing attitude may have some influence on his need to be taken seriously as a competitor, it's ultimately the fact that the match is important. Always has been.

Brielle would likely tease him about anything and everything. Nothing's going to change that. And it isn't even about him being a model with her. That's just who she is, and it's kind'a fun. But the audience, the management - they need to see him differently. They need to see him in a specific light. So this one's for them.

WHAM.

The hold releases, and Domino is immediately on hands and knees beside her, panting in breath. After a few lungfuls, his right hand snatches a tangle of her hair near the scalp to help guide the writhing goth to her feet with him. Once standing, his left arm hooks over her shoulder, and after releasing her hair, the right arm hooks between her legs. Nothing fancy here. No bells and whistles. His body flexes and his arms pump to raise her horizontally to chest-level, then bring the girl crashing down upon his knee, digging into her lower back.

"Glad ya liked it. We're about to get a lot closer..."

[Afterhoursclub]

Wrestling was fun... Putting people down onto the canvas was fun...

There was something inherently cathartic in all of this for the heelish goth, the strain of a long match, the satisfaction of beating someone down; even the pain of being in the receiving end of a powerful maneuver, all was just part of one big game for the Brit...

And right now, she was getting exactly that...

Staring at the bright ceiling lights with unfocused eyes, Brielle lays on the canvas after the strong slam. Feeling the tear of the match taking its toll on her. She noticed a sudden change in her opponent's behavior, though...

Domino had been a fun adversary, witty with his responses, teasing back... Even worrying about her well-being at one point... But he seemed focused on trying to achieve something... Something beyond a simple victory in a match. And she was eager to learn what it was.
She was lifted off the ground by the model, holding her in a front-carry.

"You... Uff... Ufff" she was panting, still catching her breath "what... are you hoping to achieve?"

Their interaction lasted a short beat, for Brielle was dropped right over Domino's knee with a punishing backbreaker.

"Graack!"

[CyanDimitrik]

The question was asked, and Domino wasn't sure how to answer it right then in that moment. He definitely has things he wants to achieve. There are definitely motivators working behind his eyes. And with Brielle now arched painfully over his knee in the aftershock of that backbreaker, he can give himself a moment to consider the question while conversely not giving her a moment to recover.

One hand sets beneath her chin. The other hand sets first to her thigh. Then, with an afterthought, the hand slides to press between her legs instead. The hand beneath her chin pushes firmly while the hand at the base of her hips anchors her down, stretching her muscled body hard across his upturned knee. It comes in waves, periods of force to try to wrench a scream out of the girl for a few seconds, then a couple seconds of easing the pressure to let the muscles relax, only to bear down again. Each press brings his pectoral muscles closer and closer to brushing her exposed abs.

"Respect," he says during one of the periods of easing the tension.

The downwards thrust begins anew, accompanied with a soft growl of effort. The referee is down on her knees beside Brielle's head, watching closely. "Do you submit!? Do you tap out!?"

The pressure eases once more. "From you, sure. But mostly from them. It's complicated. But it's not--"

The pressure ramps up again.

"--your--"

He cranks harder, Domino's chest pressing to Brielle's stomach while forcing the top of her head near the mat.

"--fault!"

The pressure eases again, slipping his hand from beneath her chin to behind her neck, cradling her head upwards slightly so she isn't just hanging limply. It should alleviate a little of the pain of freely dangling. "I like you," he says. "So don't get it twisted. You just got me distracted earlier, and I need to take you down."

[Afterhoursclub]

The stinging pain of the drop spread all across Brielle's back, with that knee still stabbing at her. She struggled to escape, but Domino kept her firmly in place. One hand pushing down on her chin, the other on her thigh... a faint blush took over her features when this one switched to press between her legs.

She didn't hear any time to tease him about it, however, for the pressure racked up almost right away. Bending her body and testing the flexibility of her spine.

"Gahhh!" Brielle gasped, holding the arm pushing her chin with both hands, trying to pull it away to no avail. Feeling the warmth of Domino's figure washing over her bare gut with each push. It was somewhat of a pleasing feeling... If only she just wasn't mere moments away from being torn in half.

Brielle looked at the referee, crouching next to her. But she rapidly shook her head when asked about submitting.

Her body tensed, trying to fight the repeated strain of the back breaker, but it was a losing battle.

Until Domino ceased his tortuous pushing and gave her a moment to recover, holding her head with one hand.

Panting heavily, tired but still conscious... She finally gathered the strength to reply to his last comment.

"Then... You better finish the job, hon..."

Suddenly, her hand shot up, clenching his throat surprisingly firmly for someone in her current state.

"Or... I'll do more... Than just distract you!"

[CyanDimitrik]

The referee-girl continues to hover close! Just in case!

Domino wasn't really sure what he might be expecting, with cradling her neck. He knows what he intended by it; and that was to ensure she understood there was no animosity there for her. He means to break her, but not because he dislikes her. They've had an.. interesting match. And when she seizes upon his throat, it promises to be more interesting still.

Eyes widen in surprise by the grab, and Domino's instinctual response is to grab onto her wrist. He could probably pull her hand away, but as soon as he makes contact, he realizes there's a better option. Still making eye-contact with her, the hand releases and thumps downwards into the woman's stomach, taking advantage of her arched position and defenseless state. He figures that oughtt'a do it.

Then it's time to move things along. The hand sets to her waist, and using both her neck and side, he draws her right back up to her full, even height in front of him. The hands seize for her wrists without hesitation, and he steps in much closer to her, crossing his arms against her lower back. And if all goes well, this will secure her own arms behind her back as well, leaving nothing but her chest and stomach arched forward against him.

The smoothly rippled streamlined muscletone of his arms flex, seizing her body tighter to his in a sudden bearhug. Her breasts are mashed against his firm pectorals, her chiseled stomach suddenly pulled flush against his own sleek abdominals. This presses their hips tightly together unavoidably - a fact he doesn't shy away from, even with the overwhelming sense of body contact with her.

His head tilts forward, bringing his cheek alongside hers to avoid what he feels would've been a severely predictable headbutt! And in effect, it's another point of heated skin contact, his every exhale beating warmth against her nearby ear and the nape of her neck.

"Oh, I'm gonna finish the job, baby," he murmurs to her. "But I'm gonna enjoy it while I'm at it."

[Afterhoursclub]

When Brielle seized the man's throat, she was expecting many things in return: struggle, for him to try to shove her away forcefully, perhaps some surprise/fear on his part, seeing that she still had some energy left to fight back.

Pretty much anything...BUT what she did get in return.

Her fingers dug onto his throat and instead of a desperate response, Domino proceeded with a slow, premeditated and... Almost gentle answer. Gracing her exposed midsection with one hand before setting on pulling her back up.

And this pretty much served to summarize how the entire fight had unfolded: they were both clearly trying to win, putting their all into every kick and every punch. But deep inside, there was no real malice behind any attack, despite how punishing it might have been, just that sheer competitiveness between two fighters trying to best each other...

To her eyes, Domino seemed... Surprisingly grounded, lacking that vanity and that presumptuous attitude that other "pretty boys" and models with some fight training had, the kind Brielle loved to bring back to their sad reality in the most humiliating way possible. No, her was different...

He wanted to be respected, and... In the depths of her mind, the devilish goth did in fact respect him, he had earned that right through the course of the encounter... But of course, Brielle would absolutely never come right out and say it.

And of course, she still planned to tear him apart if given the chance.

"Guhh!"

Domino grabbed both of her wrists and locked them behind her back, trapping her in a tight embrace in the process, wrapping his arms around her waist, pressing their figures together in an almost intimate hug, leaving her with effectively no way to defend herself... Not that she was actively trying to escape, for a part of her wanted to discover what he was capable of when fully focused.

Bare torsos pressed against each other, muscle grinding against muscle. Abs rubbing with abs, sharing the warmth, the heat and the sweat accumulated in such a tiring and exhausting match. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling... Besides the fact that she was being crushed, but such was wrestling.

His cheek pressed against hers, and there a faint smirk betrayed her...

His breath ran down her slick neck once he talked, sending a fleeting shiver down her spine.
There, she finally replied. A single sentence shooting almost like a challenge:

"Do your worst, sugah...."

[CyanDimitrik]

The moment is extended between them. Drawn out. Unhurried, like a dance or embrace. There's no denying the pressure between them is intense, each grinding motion meant to emphasize the tightness and struggle to overwhelm one body with another. His arms bite down harder against the goth's lower back, bringing chiseled abs hard to chiseled abs, the pressure at the chest easily enough to feel his heart pounding fiercely against her breast. Their even height ensures every corner meets every corner, and hearing Brielle encourage it draws a new, subtle grind from Domino against her; emphasized against her hips, a subtle cue to let her know that he likes that from her. But the amount he likes it from her is anything but subtle between her tight pants and his clinging trunks.

"I'm gonna make sure you stay down...," he assures, warm breath flicking against her ear. "And I'd say it isn't personal... but.."

His back arches suddenly to draw Brielle a little off her feet, hoping to hike her legs apart to hook his thighs. This would easily put more pressure on crushing her stomach with his, but also grind his hips in a more pronounced way between her legs. The audience wouldn't know. The referee wouldn't know. This is strictly between them.

"..it kind'a feels personal, doesn't it," he quips to her.

Despite it, the goal is to crush her body with rhythmic pulses of pressure, moments of flexing, grinding squeezes alternating with moments of easing to let her take a breath. All for the sake of wearing her out more, denying her steady breath. Until, at last, there's a sudden sustained clench around her waist, hoping to cross that line - hoping to feel her start to go limp in his arms.

[Afterhoursclub]

Muscle rubbing against muscle... Two toned figures grinding against each other In a tight embrace that felt almost intimate... Like two lovers showing their affection for each other...

But, this was still a fight, and even though the crushing bearhug had a certain "caring" look to it, it was still a maneuver being executed by someone undeniably trying to win.

Domino held her firmly, clenched hard enough for her figure to start molding against his, heat emanating from their tight squeeze... She could feel his breathing, his rushing heart... Every twitch and flinch with keeping her trapped in the suffocating hold... Leaving almost no space between them. Brielle gritted her teeth, trying to endure the continuous pressure... And still, a part of her wishes for Domino to keep her there... To not let go... To press even harder, for a fun strong opponent was a hard thing to find, let alone one who managed to overpower her in such a manner...

And one who seemed to be enjoying it, just as much as her... As she could deduce by the sudden "funny" feeling forming between their hips while pressed together.

"Ughhh..." She let out a pained cry that slowly turned into a moan the moment he seized her even closer, hard enough for her to wrap her legs around him. The pressure around her lower back growing by peroids...

Eased for a few seconds before increasing again... Never letting her rest, never letting her recover enough air.

Until one sustained tug drew another long scream from her... arching her body and forcing the last bit of air out of her lungs. She bit her lower lip, and this time, her head fell over his shoulder... Her strength slowly fading away....

[CyanDimitrik]

By this point, there was no way to hide it. But the thing is, Domino didn't want to hide it. He wanted her to know what this moment was doing for him; feeling the overwhelming sensation of her body grinding into his, feeling her muscles give way to hide, her chest crush against his pecs. And with her legs wrapping low around him, he rolls his wrists just slightly lower against her back to pump her hips forward against it in those final moments. If she's going to go lax and succumb to the pressure, he wants the unmistakable feeling of him pressed tight to her to stay hot on her mind. Her scream is accompanied with a slow, deliberate grind of the front of his body along hers, at every distinct and unmistakable point.

He feels her head drop to his shoulder. The referee sees it. Everyone in the arena sees it. It's the telltale sign that her body has given up the fight, or is close to it.

The referee paws for one of her wrists, and Domino releases the arms in favor of holding onto her just at the waist. But he denies the referee the chance to conduct the arm-drop test. Brielle wanted it all, and there was no shot in Hell he wasn't going to give it to her.

So with her clung to him at the hips, her head resting on his shoulder, feeling her warm breath beating against his skin, and clutching her body tight against his own, Domino swings over onto one leg and rotates with her, bearing her down beneath him. Brielle's body is brought down against the mat with a ring-shuddering SLAM impact of a belly-to-belly suplex, his own body landing heavily straight atop hers.