Let the Dominos Fall: Drake "Domino" Vyril vs Karen Gale

[Underdoggo]

After a strong start, Domino now on his back, lying just under Karen's chest, getting his leg hooked in a pinfall. Karen smiled down at her male foe, not bothering to hide that she was enjoying this moment of dominance...though given the way her chest was pressing down gently against his, she doubted that Domino was complaining too much.

"That's it, stay down mate," she said, even as the countdown continued.

"TWO!"

[CyanDimitrik]

In fairness, it's at least kind of true. Sure, there's a little irritating scratching in his mind at what was said, but facts are still facts: Karen's a hot,athletic girl. She's currently lying over him, her breasts pressed into his chest, her body huddled in close against him for the pin. He'd likely be a little more turned on if his back wasn't throbbing, but we repeat ourselves!

The thump of the hand to the mat a second time is enough to spur him into action. His body tenses, muscles tightening before he kicks out of the pin. His torso bucks upwards against her, the leg kicks free, and in the process, his shoulder pops up off the mat!

"No pin! Only two-coun!," announces the referee, waving deuces!

Domino ends turned party onto his side against Karen, leaning on his shoulder and head lifting to look towards her face. "Yeah.. not gonna happen, babe..," he says between breaths, getting himself together.

[Underdoggo]

And just like that, Domino went and did the exact opposite of what Karen had oh so politely requested him to do.

Kneeling upright, Karen took a few deep breaths, staring down at Domino with a mixture of annoyance and impressed admiration. So far, Domino was absolutely proving that he was more than a pretty face (and, well...pretty everything else). He absolutely had the strength and tenacity to hang with her in the ring. It only remained to be seen, though, how long that tenacity would last.

"Suit yourself, then," she breathed, grabbing the American by the head and lifting him to his feet. Shifting her grip to his arms, she moved to drag him over to the corner post, shoving him back-first against the turnbuckle, allowing him a second and a half to catch his breath.

That was, before she delivered one, two knife-edge chops to his impressively chiseled chest while he was trapped in the corner, just to make sure he was still catching that breath of his...

[CyanDimitrik]

Domino's back needs another moment to recuperate before he can trust himself to lift her. But before that, he needs an opening to work. While lying pressed against her is plenty inviting, it's not exactly conducive to launching a counter attack unless they intend to just roll around. And as it so happens, he intends to do far more. Far more effective, far more punishing.

She takes him by the head, and Domino first braces one hand to the mat, the other hand to her waist. She really is an athletic specimen with the perfect body, isn't she? But then his arms are taken, and he's pulled along to the corner. His back meets the padded post with a grunt of impact, his arms tossed back to rest along the cables at either side.

His deep amethyst gaze doesn't leave her face as he takes a couple hard breaths, chest rising and falling. But then her hand is lashing against his toned pectorals, ringing out into the open air. Then a second one! Both induce a physical cringe inwards, one hand moving in to cover his chest as he grimaces. "Nngh..!"

He'd like to quip at her. He even has some prying at his tongue! But right now, the searing pain of two chops is keeping him from being saucy with her.

[Underdoggo]

The snap of hand on flesh echoes sharply across the arena as Karen lays into Domino, each successive blow leaving the male wrestler reeling, his impressive chest heaving a little before he doubles over, covering it with one arm. For a moment, Karen considers continuing with the onslaught; she thinks better, knowing that that is a sure way to get the ref on her case. Instead, since Domino is already doubling over, she smiles, as an even better thought occurs to her.

"Don't give up on me yet, Domino," she teases, "I'm not done yet!" With Domino leaning forward, she slides one tattooed arm around his head and clamps it tightly against her side, for a brief moment compressing his face against the side of her dark abs. Her free arm grabs for the back of his trunks, yanking on them slightly, lifting Domino's lower body up off the mat...just enough to prop his butt against the top of the turnbuckle.

Still squeezing Domino's head against her side, Karen would clamber up onto the middle rope. Looking out at the crowd, she would smile and gesture for them to cheer...before grabbing the back of Domino's thigh. Unless he did something to stop her, she would topple backwards, aiming to smash him into the mat with an elevated suplex!