Rianne Evans vs. Drake "Domino" Vyril

[Weonna]

Rianne’s breath bursts out of her in a ragged gasp as the second shoulder drives into her stomach. Her whole body bows over the pressure, hands instinctively clutching at the ropes beside her. Each grind of his shoulder squeezes the air from her lungs, forcing her lips open in sharp, shallow breaths. Her abs tense and quake against him, the ache spreading like fire through her midsection. When he finally draws back, she slumps against the turnbuckles, eyes wide, trying to pull in air through parted lips.

[CyanDimitrik]

It's the referee who ultimately convinces Domino to ease up on the girl, thanks in no small part to her being in contact with the ring's perimeter. It's a technicality, but one that works in Rhianne's favor - for what it's worth in the moment. And Domino complies with the referee's insistence, hands raised and palms outturned.

It affords maybe a second or two of a chance for Rhianne to gasp and slouch into the corner.

Then Domino's seizing for her again, fingers gripping at her blonde hair near the back of her head to 'helpfully' drag her out of the corner again. As they move, he taunts close to her ear, "You spent so much time working on those abs, I thought we should really test'em out!"

And just like that, he's spun fully to face her. The fingers laced and tangled in her hair have released, in favor of his arms suddenly wrapping around her narrow waist. Rhianne's sleek body is pulled tight against Domino's athletic frame, her breasts pressed unabashedly tight against his defined and firm pectoral muscles. Her aforementioned abs meet Domino's trim abdominals, bared skin kissing bared skin. Her hips are unavoidably rammed into his, sealing their bodies tight together.

The arms gather lower around her lower back, and his body arches in tandem with a flex of his smoothly rippled arms, her body flush against his and firmly squeezed in a bearhug.

[Weonna]

Rianne's gasp is shallow and sharp the moment his arms snap around her waist.

"Nnh–!"

Her breath chokes off as Domino’s arms squeeze tight, pulling her lithe body flush against his own, the intimate press of muscle on muscle leaving no room to breathe...let alone fight back. Her toned abs, the same ones she flaunted with such pride, are now trapped in crushing pressure, forced to compress against his rock-solid core.

Her eyes widen, lips parting as she lets out a hitching moan, half pain, half breathless tension. Her back arches slightly as her chest is pulled tighter into his—her firm breasts squashing against his defined pecs with each rhythmic pulse of the hold.

Her body squirms helplessly.
But the friction of her writhing only seems to grind their slick skin tighter together.

"Bloody hell..."

she gasps, voice shaky, cheeks flushed, her fingers pressing against his shoulders in a feeble attempt to create space. The pressure in her ribs flares hotter with every second he holds her captive, her abs trembling under the unrelenting crush.

Her breathing comes in ragged gasps, her chest rising and falling sharply against his, and yet, through the haze of pain and pressure, there’s no mistaking the heat of the moment.

The crowd is stirred into a fever pitch. Every eye glued to the entangled figures, the visual both punishing and provocative.

But Rianne grits her teeth, jaw tensing.

[CyanDimitrik]

It's everything Domino could have wanted, and yet, nothing he intended.

There's no room for squeamish personal bubbles in a bearhug. But when one has the body to pull it off, it's a perfectly viable option. And if there's one thing Domino is dead-set on proving in this match, it's that his body is not just for show. The most direct way of demonstrating that to Rianne is clearly to crush her body against his.

There's no denying how attractive the blonde is, much to his inwards chagrin. He doesn't want to be enticed by the blonde who'd been giving him Hell. But in this moment, with their bodies locked securely together, there's no denying some level of attraction. An increasingly aggressive attraction, risking blurring the line of hate.

Her back arches, and Domino's arms hitch inwards a little tighter against her lower back. He arches, himself, pressing his chiseled abdominals harder against her stomach, feeling her core struggling against him. Every squirm she makes emphasizes every point of body contact between them, her breasts rubbing into his tightly defined pectorals, her hips grinding against his. Unfortunately for him, there'll be no way for him to really deny that he's enjoying the feel of crushing and grinding her body into submission, thanks to that.

Her hands plant to his shoulders, and his head cants a little closer to hers. Close enough that each heated exhale beats against her lips, his dark amethyst eyes affixed to her bright blues. His arms flex tighter around her narrow waist, the muscles along his arms pumping in a final, forceful sustained grip, hoping to weaken her to a more pliable state in his arms.

"Nngh...!"

Then the arms ease a little, just to give her a chance to breathe before plying pressure in a second round, arching himself into her tighter. It presses his hips harder against hers, sleek abdominals crushing sleek abdominals, hugging her breasts hard enough into himself that he can feel her heart pounding against him.

"Hhf! You're... mine.. Rianne Evans..!"

[Weonna]

Rianne's back arches again—not from showmanship this time, but pure reflex.

Her toned frame spasms subtly in Domino’s crushing grip, the tight compression of his arms against her waist making every breath a struggle. Her head tilts back slightly, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as her stomach clenches hard against the pressure of his chiseled abdominals.

"Hhh–haaah...!"

It’s involuntary. Her voice trembles, not from submission, not yet—but from the collision of pain and tension building within her body. Her breasts grind harder into his pecs with each pulse of the bearhug, and every subtle squirm, meant to free herself, only causes more friction, more heat between them. Her thighs tense against his hips as her fingers claw lightly at his shoulders.

Their faces are close now. Too close. His breath hot against her cheek, his words filling her ears like a challenge and a claim. Her lips part instinctively, flushed cheeks brushing against his as she gasps again, this time more breathless, more heated.

"Nnnh… y-you wish…"

she manages, barely audible. Her body writhes again, this time slower, more desperate, but unintentionally drawing their forms even tighter.

Her heart pounds furiously in her chest, he’d feel it, pressed so tight against her—and the line between pain and pressure is starting to blur into something uncomfortably intimate.

But in her eyes—despite the red tint to her cheeks and the tremble in her breath—defiance still burns.

[CyanDimitrik]

That line is thin - possibly measured accurately by the amount of space left between their bodies in this locked contest of wills. Her thighs pressing in at either side of his hips, squeezing their hips tighter together, would be doing him no favors in masking any rapidly growing sense of heat between them. Her toned belly is exquisite, feeling every contour of her sleek figure pressed and yielding against his, her breasts invitingly grinding into his defined pectorals, and standing cheek to cheek with her is an unavoidably appreciable experience. Even her words spark a little urge within him, competitive and impulsive to lay claim over her, to hear her give in to him.

Catching the intimate feeling, he quickly reminds himself of how much he disdains the woman crushed in his arms and instantly clamps harder around her waist in an effort to reassert that reality. Biceps flex hard around her ribs, forearms biting into her lower back, his spine arching to crush her athletic body - and it just feeds the loop with the over-saturated feel of her skin against his, each tremble, each hard breath, each defiant beat of her heart fueling that blurring desire.

He gives no vocal answer this time.

Rather, Domino keeps her body arched hard into himself, bends the knees, and springs a few inches into the air. His body twists with hers, angling to bring her down to the mat flat on her back, his body all at once compressing over hers in a belly-to-belly suplex!

[Weonna]

Rianne hit the mat hard.

The belly-to-belly suplex sent a sharp shock through her spine as her body bounced off the canvas, arms and legs briefly sprawled, her chest rising in quick bursts. The wind had been knocked from her again, her firm abs still aching from the bearhug before the impact even landed.

She lay there on her back, head tilted, eyes fluttering, the rising and falling of her toned stomach slow and shallow. Strands of golden hair splayed around her flushed face as she groaned low under her breath. Her right arm shifted instinctively to her abdomen, cradling the ache.

The crowd roared, seeing her laid out, glistening and vulnerable, a rare sight for the usually mouthy and confident blonde. With Domino standing over her, the visual looked clear: this was his chance.

If he wanted the pin—this was the moment.

[CyanDimitrik]

The crowd wanted to see it - Domino going for the kill. With Rianne lying vulnerably on the mat, it was practically begging for it. And Domino would not be disappointing them. But rather than dive directly over her to secure her for the pin, Domino shoots up to his full height. The only indication for the audience of what he intends to do would come as he hooks the toe of his boot beneath her forearm to flick the limb away from her stomach.

He wants a clear landing zone. No hands in the way.

Skin still hot from the heavily loaded bearhug, the sensation of Rianne's crushed body firmly imprinted on his nerves, Domino whirls around to the nearby ropes. He hops up, adroitly planting his boots upon the middle rope before using that to launch himself into a short backwards flipping springboard. Arms whip back, his back arched, Domino pulls his sleekly-chiseled abdominals taut for impact across Rianne's punished midsection.

Bared abdominals may be doomed to collide with bared abdominals as Domino crashes down across her belly. Despite the force of the impact on both ends, he'll press himself down tight against her stomach with his own, propping his upper-half with an elbow on the mat while his right arm hooks back for the girl's thigh, pulling it against his ribs.

[Weonna]

Rianne’s body jolts under the impact, the air blasted from her lungs as Domino hooks the leg. The referee slides in...

ONE!
TWO!

Rianne jerks a shoulder up, kicking out just in time!

She rolls onto her side, then pushes to her knees, breathing hard, one hand braced on the mat as she tries to steady herself. The damage is clear—her core’s aching, her posture sagging...

As soon as Domino would rise, Rianne would look up at him from her knees, eyes wide, voice suddenly small.

“W-wait… don’t—please… I’ve had enough…”

She reaches out as if to plead

and the instant he steps in, she snaps her hand down between his legs, a sharp, desperate low blow attempt, trying to steal back momentum in the ugliest way she knows!

[CyanDimitrik]

Domino was fully prepared for this to be the end of their match. It wouldn't have been the flashy and statement finish for the audience that he would've wanted, but it would've been a statement to her after that intense bout of close contact.

He nods firmly with each slap of the referee's hand to the mat. One. Two. And he feels the muscles in her body twitch, suddenly bursting to life with a twist and kickout! Her leg slips his arm, and for a moment, he rests there against her ribs.

Soon, however, he's shifting his balance back onto his knees. She's not done yet. She's still going to fight back. A part of him thinks that's good. He needs time to remind himself he hates this chick. That this is a fight brought about by her antagonizing him. She deserves more than being squeezed and slammed around. Taking it to her will help remind himself of that.

He gathers himself to his full height and starts to reach for her, only to find something quite shocking. Rianne is... being humble? Admitting she's had enough? Begging for mercy?

Domino stares for a moment, dumbfounded. There's a glance to the referee-girl, who shrugs helplessly. Then a look back to Rianne.

...Dammit. It really doesn't feel right to go hard on her when she's being vulnerable. No doubt in his mind that she'd not feel the same, if the roles were reversed. But this is who he is. Maybe she'll have learned something from this. Maybe not. But he can live with himself for showing her mercy.

"Alright," he says finally, a little deflated. "It's-... fine."

He starts to lean in to help her up, only--

BAM.

Domino's eyes widen, his breathing halted instantly. Everything goes numb, and he awkwardly collapses onto his side in a heap.

The referee-girl is immediately on Rianne, fuming. "You can't do that! That's a low blow! I could disqualify you for that!"