Blaze vs Domino - Performance of a Lifetime

[CyanDimitrik]

Wrestling is, at its most foundational level, a full-contact sport. Those with issues about maintaining a personal bubble need not apply, because the very act of winning a wrestling match most often requires significant physical connection. And in the case of a bearhug and countering leglock, the body contact is not only to be expected, but required.

Domino knows this. He didn't engage in this counter to her takedown attempt without the knowledge it would, by necessity, bring him in full, tight pressure with Natasha. He's bearhugged many people in the past, utilizing a strength many would underestimate in him to crush foes of equal or lesser size. But when it comes to a woman as irredeemably attractive as Natasha, it takes on an entirely new sub-tangent; body contact is required, but also scintillating, if he isn't careful.

She has all the right traits going on to hit every note with him. A beautiful face, alluring eyes, perky breasts, toned midsection, smooth hips, luxurious hair, flawless skin; all wrapped in a skimpy set of grapple-friendly fighting gear designed to catch the eye and emphasize each of those features. It's easy enough to say a blind man could see it, but it wouldn't be necessary, because she's compressed right up against him in this very moment.

The fact that her legs are now wrapped around him, squeezing him in response, only intensifies the moment and brings everything into closer contact. Everything. Hastened, shallow breaths anew aren't strictly because of the strain and pressure of the squeeze. With the added pressure of the grind against her body, there'd be no way of hiding the fact from her. And when she bucks her hips tight to his on the next round of grinds, he's instantly aware of it, and the grind is instantly no longer strictly professional. She'll feel the unfortunately automatic and very physical attraction he's building for her, stroking heavily between her legs in that moment.

Her breath hits his skin, his exhales likewise beating warmth against her ear and gently tussling her hair when she's learned in. His heart hammers against her breast, his arms clenching her lower back in the middle of her speech to elicit that brief break in her delivery.

Flustered? Assuredly. Domino went into this knowing a little about her background. And the very first thing that springs to mind, he quickly decides against saying: a quip about how he isn't a pole to climb on. Present circumstances, it's probably a beartrap he'd be stepping onto. Plus, you know; gauche.

He does, however, let out a soft groan, half from the compression of her long legs, half in automatic response to her teasing, seductive manner.

"We can... save.. falling for each other.. when you're.. back at my place..," he replies. Through the strain, there's the trace of teasing mirth in his voice. "For now.. nngh.. truce..?"

The offer comes with a subtle turn of his head, bringing his lips to the corner of her jaw. Not to kiss her, per se, but in a subtle showing of connection in the offering. He's not shying back from her. She's not shying back from him. But he's willing to offer the reset, if a little grudgingly. The struggle is increasingly divine and recontextualizing into something sensually-flavored, and upon feeling her hips press into his, he's not afraid to deliver another grind against her. Hips - and firmed arousal - grinding between her inviting thighs, abdominals stroking to abdominals, and toned pectorals squeezing into her breasts.

[Nymph]

Now both wrestlers were slowly getting into the closeness that match allowed to happen. It was a natural thing. Natasha had been in a lot of heated matches. In fact, the very nature of what she had done before arriving at LAW was pretty steamy, but even now when she was in the middle of a pro-wrestling match, one that’s supposed to lean more into the “pro” part, one couldn’t deny the obvious intimacy this built. Also, LAW not only allowed this kind of atmosphere for its matches but encouraged it. Management had learnt that matches in which both contestants leaned in towards this kind of intimacy used to make better numbers than others that don’t. It was some sort of LAW’s trademark so far and one of the reasons Natasha had accepted working for them. It was an exciting way of getting to know new people.

Of course the redhead considered herself a professional and there were some people she wouldn’t like to entangle more than what she was contractually required to, but Domino didn’t look like that kind of rival. Instead, the man was making every small exchange more and more interesting by the second. How could Blaze resist the undeniable charm of that well-sculpted, sexy and polite hunk of a man as they both were rubbing their bodies together? Moreso, he wasn’t being too subtle about how he was feeling either. Knowing how Nat’s body and allure was affecting him was flattering and pleased the redhead, further reassuring her to keep going and see who could take this the longest, another kind of contest for them.

After some steamy exchange in the form of whispering at each other’s ear, both contestants tried their best to squeeze harder and ascertain superiority, but the stalemate was still there. Then it was the moment Domino made a teasing remark about the upcoming POW session after the match. “Last I checked… hnnngh- you haven’t won this yet-aagh” Despite her sultry words Blaze had to admit she was starting to feel a serious strain from this double hold and wasn’t so sure of how long she would be able to maintain it. That was why Domino’s proposal for a truce and a reset was a godsend. Trying to hide how this was a relief, Nat replied in her teasing tone. “Fine, we have a truce. At three? One, two…”, she started counting whispering to his ear, ready to honour their deal by releasing him when the count reached three.

[CyanDimitrik]

It would be a shame to let her go.

The thought is self-defeating in the moment, betraying both his honor and his integrity. He gave the option to release her, to have a truce enough to get them going again. But by each passing moment, Domino was becoming more addicted to the feel of her body against him, the permeating warmth of her skin and friction, the way her hips just flicked against the tip, teasing that if this were a different context, if they were alone, and if there was less in the way, this embrace would be a new, exquisite kind of grapple. Each second, his heated breath beats against her neck and shoulder. Each second, his heart hammers against her breast. For as determined as he is to take a clean win tonight, his attraction to her is undeniable.

It would be a shame to let her go. But let her go, he must. It'll come back when he pins her down, he assures himself as she begins counting.

She gets to the two, and his arms clamp tightly around her lower back. Her stomach is crushed flush against his abs, her breasts pressed hard to his chest, and her hips pulled hard against his - just for an extra grinding second, as if to commit to letting her know he wants her. He's invested. She played the game with him, she should know her prize.

Then he's loosening; smooth, gentle, easing the pressure around her waist quickly until he's only holding her against him in a more intimate, lovers' pressure. It's loose enough that if she had the desire, she could lean back to see his face looking back at her. She could slide her arms free of the trap.

"Three," he concludes quietly for her.

The embrace eases further, his back relaxing to let her feet down to the mat again. That is, if her legs untangle from around him. The arms won't withdraw from her waist, however, until the last leg has slide off of him and she's standing on her own two boots. And even then, gradual with just an extra second of his hands resting on her waist.

The audience can plainly see a truce called when it plays out in front of them. They don't stop cheering. It's kind of amusing that they immediately wound up in a stalemate of compression, as if magnetically attached to one another in the opening gambit.

[Nymph]

Now the two contestants had had a taste of what the other had to offer. Domino had shown how he was strong enough to put Natasha under control and the fiery redhead had shown herself as unruly enough to just take this punishment happily and retroted back. Finally they had reached a stalemate, one that would only result in the two of them getting damaged without any rhyme or spectacle so Domino was smart enough and offered a truce Natasha was happy to accept.

The redhead was ready to reach the count of three and release the raven-haired man, but Domino had a parting gift for her. Just as she was in the middle of the two count, the man gave her a final squeeze that got Blaze groaning. It wasn’t a dishonest move from Domino, but a demonstration of his enthusiasm and eagerness. It said ‘Here it is. You had a taste and now you’re gonna lose it, but remember it.” and it worked pretty well. That final second of squeezing and pressing bodies together hurt for an instant but it was fleeting and when Domino and Natasha finally went lax together and the redhead took a couple steps to recover at first she felt release, but then some longing. It had been way more interesting than what she expected and now she was enticed and curious to see what would happen when the two entangled again.

Rubbing her pained lower back, Natasha took some seconds after this reset to rub her pain off. The crowd had noticed the wrestlers’ compact and that didn’t break the people’s enthusiasm but roused them. Everyone cheered at the match and was excited to see what was going to happen next. Natasha wasn’t oblivious to this or the fact that this was in part thanks to Domino’s performance, so Blaze would throw him a smirk and a wink that said ‘I gotcha. Ready to keep going.”

Adopting a guard stance, Natasha decided to play some of her ruses. She circled slowly aroound Domino, now knowing of the man’s strength and her inability to topple him by brute force only, so she would have to surprise him. She would try doing that by quickly throwing a couple chops at his sculpted chest. These weren’t aimed at damaging him but keeping him distracted so she could suddenly throw a leg against his, trying to get some damage done and affect his balance before going to grab that leg of his and pull up to try and topple him a second time!