Blaze vs Domino - Performance of a Lifetime

[CyanDimitrik]

Domination Match
Winner by 10-Count Pinfall Only
PoW Stipulation - Winner keeps the loser for 1 Day.

The arena is packed, brimming with energy and noisy fans. Insofar, the card has been electric, with no one disappointed. The LAW audience expects much, and it's delivered. But for the main event, they're about to be treated to a high-stakes, viscerally charged match between the sexes. Tonight's main event is about dominance. The winner will only be decided by a full ten-count pin; the opponent has more than triple the amount of time to muster the strength to kick out of a predicament before the bell. This means that in order to win the match, their rival has to be so beaten, so battered, so utterly dominated, that they're unable to even lift a shoulder. And then? That loser becomes property of the winner for a full day. No one has to say what the expectations are there - the arena is humming with all the eagerness needed to testify.

As far as the competitors are concerned, this will be a clash between two outside-career professionals. On the one hand, they have Domino, a successful male model living a double life as a professional wrestler, making strides in his push for legitimacy and refusing to accept being treated as anything less. On the other hand, there's Natasha Vaughn, otherwise known as Blaze, an exotic dancer who's recently dipped her toe into the world of professional wrestling. With a resume like that, there's a heavy expectation that she's going to be rather spicy. Both natives to industries heavily focused on looks, attitude, and sex-appeal. Both primed to collide in the one arena they share.

Domino likes to do a little research on his upcoming bouts, and this one was no different. 'Blaze' is an interesting name to take, but after getting a look at her on the roster, it seemed fitting; sunburst hair, luxurious, sizzling hot looks, and a confident personality on top of it. He's wrestled extremely attractive women before, one or two who also happened to be models, but Blaze is stunning. It's no wonder LAW wanted her.

No matter.

He couldn't let himself become distracted. He has ambitions. Goals. A life to build. A legacy to create. If she's getting in the ring in the opposite corner, she's standing in his way. That's just how it has to be. She's an obstacle he'll have to overcome. And this is the mantra he repeats to himself as he waits in the gorilla position, bobbing on the balls of his feet with a focused energy.

His music kicks on.

Stark white laserlights flicker and flash around the darkened arena, and the audience rekindles their zeal.

Domino steps out onto the stage, shoulders back, head held high, poise regal and confident. He points out at the crowd, starting far to the right and panning far to the left, nodding in acknowledgment as he sweeps. Then, that finger thrusts high into the air above him, accompanied with a bright burst of white pyrotechnic geysers erupting along the stage perimeter.

Domino!

"Making his way to the ring!," begins the announcer. "At a height of five feet, ten inches! Weighing in at one hundred eighty-eight pounds!"

"From Providence, Rhode Island!"

"DOOOMINOOOO!"

As he makes his way down the ramp, Domino drifts side to side to slap a string of high-fives and dole out the occasional hug to the more boisterous, lucky female fans. His bare upper-body receives showers of encouraging (and sometimes indulgent) pats from the sidelines before he ascends the corner steps in rapid footfalls. Grabbing the top rope, he dips low to bend the cable, then vaults himself smoothly up and over to land on the mat. The furthest corner is his next destination, racing up the turnbuckle with agility to stand poised overlooking the arena.

His right fist thumps his chest twice before pointing out over the crowd - the half of the arena he missed before.

At last, Domino hops down from his perch with a twist, moving to his designated corner to await his opponent. A picture and a bulletpoint description can only do so much. Seeing her in person will tell him far more. And, ultimately, grappling with her will tell him everything.

[Nymph]

Blaze's attire for the night

“Prisoner of war match…”, muttered Natasha to no one in particular but herself, and that wasn’t the first time she repeated that night’s match name. The redhead hadn’t been one to get stage fright, at least not since her very first day as a stripper when she felt really afraid, but not since then. She wasn’t afraid that night but Blaze had to admit that she was feeling a little nervous because of several reasons. The first one was that her match for the night was a pro-wrestling one, the area of wrestling she had barely any experience in. Only time would tell if that night would prove to be a good or bad learning experience for her. There was also the fact that hentai was barred for the night, only allowing softcore clothed stimulation so her charms would be limited in scope and strength. The second source of concern for the redhead was related to the words she repeated. That night’s match not only had a ten second pin stipulation, which implied that the loser would be completely spent, it was also a prisoner of war match, which meant that the loser would “belong” to the winner and would have to comply with anything they wished for. That could go really well or really bad depending on Nat’s rival for the night and was a very strong incentive for her to get the win.

Knocking on the door almost startled Natasha when it took her of her dreamy state, then the usual LAW stagehand informed her that the gorilla position was ready for her which meant that her rival’s entry was underway. As she walked towards backstage she could get some of her rival’s entrance theme. Drake Vyril, or Domino as he went by at LAW, was a successful model that had been wrestling for some time. His career record was impressive and that intimidated the redhead a little, but at least she reassured herself with the fact that the man had a reputation as a decent rival. She couldn’t blindly trust that though, it wouldn’t be the first time a wrestler she had faced would make a good reputation for themselves only to reveal in the mats their inner darkness. Upon reaching backstage she could catch some of Domino’s entrance on the screens and Blaze had to admit the man had some stage presence to him. Concerning pro-wrestling the redhead wasn’t so sure about being able to keep up but when talking about making a powerful entrance she was sure she could make the crowd stand in awe.

The announcer was the first to start setting things in motion for Nat’s entrance, catching the crowd’s attention for her after Domino’s entrance. “And his opponent. Standing at 5’10” and weighing 151lbs! Hailing from Buffalo, New York. This iiiiiis BLAAAAAAZEEEEE!!!”

Súbita caligrafía de plata – Blasphemous 2 OST

Blaze’s theme started blasting and she made her appearance from behind the curtains. Her theme was simple but effective and as a former flamenco dancer she knew how to make the most out of it. The redhead didn’t flourish her entrance, just focused on walking down the ramp at the pace the music dictated. It wasn’t spectacular in nature but the class and dignity she walked with, added to the constant rhythm made it somehow mesmerizing. Whipping her fiery mane as she walked towards the ring was the final move to know that every pair of eyes were on her. Once she was at the ringside she made a small show out of getting her long limbs in between the top and middle ropes, showcasing her curves with a sway of her whole body that was just enthralling. Then, at the center of the ring, she made her final bow, a dancer’s one, that made the crowd erupt in cheers for her. It looked like she had been successful in getting some of these guys on her side, so she confidently grinned when her theme died out before looking in the direction Domino was waiting before throwing him an inviting stare.

[CyanDimitrik]

And there it was. The music. A spirited dancer's rhythm, heralding the arrival of his flaming foe for the evening.

Domino watched her take the stage with curiosity, taking in every detail he could. The hair's longer than he expected. Her curves are somehow more pronounced in her wrestling gear, more enticing. She doesn't stand like a newbie fresh out of training, but rather like a confident diva who belonged there. It'd be easy to admire someone like that; stunning was the word he was rolling in his mind before. It remains firmer still, now that he can appreciate the spectacle in full detail.

She slides between the ropes, accentuating her supple body in the process. Then she's giving him those eyes. Alluring, inviting, daring.

His response is a modest one, performatively aloof. He perks an eyebrow at her and turns his face away. He can't allow her to think she's gotten into his head, obviously. And he can't afford to get distracted by the fact that she's incredibly beautiful. She's his opponent. Tonight, there would be a winner and a loser. It'll be either him or her, immortalized on record and likely media, pinning the other down for an excruciating amount of time. And he intends to be on top tonight.

Don't.. don't read into that too much!

The referee-girl finishes her pat-down, lingering a little extra long on Domino before he shoos the blushing shorty away. Damn near tradition at this point. But once she's composed herself, she ensures both fighters are ready, raises her hand, and slashes it forward.

"Wrestle!"

*DING*

Domino emerges from his corner, taking deliberate steps towards the center of the ring. She isn't being rushed; one does not rush a lady, right? But rather, he squares himself to her and 'invites' her to join him. Legs spread, knees bent, his upper-body leaned forward. Arms raise, fingers spread, those dark amethyst eyes fixated upon her own burning orange irises.

If she deigns to meet him, he's ready with a lockup. Hands seize for her collar and elbow, putting a little strength into the grapple to test her physicality. To see where her strength level resides.

[Nymph]

Nat had to admit that she was getting used to LAW entrances. She had been part of the wrestling show for some time but back at her club it was more about raw sensuality and desire. Here, at LAW, entrances had more style, more panache. A wrestler was made not only on the mats but with their stage presence and that was something she admired as a performer and she strived to be even better to draw the crowd to her side and always be in the good side of management.

On the contrary to the crowd which looked pretty excited, Blaze’s rival for the night just reacted to her by raising an eyebrow and instantly avoiding eye contact. Could it be that the man was flustered by her presence? If he was, Domino surely had other things on his mind soon enough as the LAW official took some damn time frisking him, a detail Natasha didn’t miss and that even drew a smile on her face.

After the checkup was done the bell rand and the match started without leaving them any time to strike conversation. Anything Nat would like to know about her rival she would have to learn by combat. Domino took a guard stance and walked towards her with his arms up as if inviting her to start things with a test of strength. It was an obvious opening since the man’s superior size surely granted him an edge in terms of raw strength, so Blaze would have to make up for it with some strategizing. She would walk towards him, feigning her intention to engage with him in the test of strength, before suddenly going to wrap his hips with her arms when she got close enough, her intention to take him by surprise and be able to take him down on the mat, but that would depend on his strength and adaptability.

[CyanDimitrik]

She approached.

Domino's nerves burned with anticipation with every step she took. A quick visual assessment of her body could only hint at what she's capable of, just going by her fitness level. But nothing beats a literal firsthand discovery, and something about that initial lockup with an opponent who genuinely intrigued him was always electrifying.

Her hands rose, and he closed in to meet her. However, his arms go high while hers suddenly go low, wrapping around his hips. He suddenly finds himself chest-to-chest with the girl, defined and firmed pectorals pressing tight to the welcoming plush of her breasts and tight tight. The shock is enough to cause his eyes to widen, and his hands instantly snap instead to her shoulders and upper arms. As she attempts to hoist him to bring them to a topple, his stance widens to resist, spreading his weight to become harder to manage.

Finally, his arms loop low as well, encircling around the girl's arms and linking together behind her lower back to fully seal the two of them together. Unavoidably face to face, each exhaled breath beats warmly against her lips. The touch of equally warm skin floods the senses as their abdomens meet; sleek six-packed definition against her feminine, fit form.

Once locked in with her, he tests the water with a sudden flex of the arms, attempting to squeeze her body tighter to his; the burgeoning steps of an arm-trapped bearhug. He'd normally prefer to loop directly around the waist, but he can improvise. It'll just keep the potential for squeezing pressure less than it could be!

[Nymph]

As she approached Domino and wrapped her arms around the man’s waist Natasha thought she was up to something good, that she would take the man by surprise with her cunning and would take him down. All this plan met with some major setback when the redhead realized that Domino wouldn’t budge and that her physical strength was just not enough to make the man topple. The crowd excitedly cheered when Nat’s trap sprung, but it was clear that now their cheering had switched sides when they realized that Natasha, despite her plan being a decent one, wasn’t going to be successful.

As it was clear that Domino wasn’t going down, the man slowly started his retaliation. First his arms looped around and encircled Nat’s own arms, trapping them on her back and leaving her unable to react to what was coming. This left the two contestants body to body in something that mimicked an brace. That intimacy atmosphere was shattered when Domino squeezed and Blaze felt the jolt of pain around her body, groaning as she was strained. Suddenly her plans turned against her and she was trapped, so she would try squirming and writhing but for the moment she was trapped and any movement only elicited more pain for her.

[CyanDimitrik]

And thus, the two grapplers find themselves standing unmistakably toe-to-toe, face-to-face. It's only emphasized more as Domino straightens his stance, bringing both wrestlers to stand at their full height. He's instantly hit with the awareness that she's a tall girl - as tall as him. It hadn't occurred to him at a distance, nor in the bio he'd looked over. But here, now, holding her body tightly to his and looking her dead in the eye, that fact is inescapably apparent not only for him, but to the entire audience thrilling at the spectacle.

Now that they're briefly stalled in the match, he can take in details like these - and even appreciate them. A part of him likes that she's his equal in height. He likes her eyes, as well. Whether that's the natural hue of her irises or not, he isn't sure. But they're mesmerizing, sharp, even when a little clouded in the strain of a pressurized embrace. Her face in general is staggeringly beautiful, with smooth, softly defined features. Needless to say, he's not immune to noticing the inviting curvature of her figure when pressed so fully against his own. He's doing his best to not enjoy it, but keeping the submission hold purely professional is an uphill battle.

Without speaking a word to her, he sets his mind to the task at hand - weakening his opponent in a crushing squeeze. He feels the rhythm of her breathing, each inhale causing their chests to press into each other. And when he feels her exhale, his arms flex to tighten the grip just a little more. His back arches, putting more pressure around her arms and lower back, and bringing her weight to rely more on him and the pressure of his arms. The fulcrum of her weight is settled along his abdominals against her stomach, his hips pressed firmly into hers.

The referee hovers close, but this match can't end in a submission. This is purely meant to weaken and wear down his foe.

[Nymph]

Despite the fact that the two contestants were pretty similar in terms of height the same couldn’t be said in terms of their bodily composition. Where Natasha was slim and slender Domino was bulky and muscular. Their weight difference must have been around 30lbs or so and in the end that was one of the deciding factors in how their first encounter went. Now Blaze was trapped in a bearhug and her arms were behind her back, making this a true predicament.

Clenching her teeth through the strain she was experienced, Nat tried to compose herself and think of her options. It didn’t prove easy though because with each breathe in she would take a jolt of pain coursed her lower back and made her squirm, which resulted in more pain. All this while having to deal with the mixed signals that being pressed against that man’s well sculpted chest sent her. She had to admit Domino was quite attractive and only because they were locked in pro-wrestling combat she wasn’t hitting on him.

“G-gaaaah!-” At a certain moment Domino decided to put more pressure on Nat, bending a little to make her lift up in the air. It was then when Natasha’s voice broke in a cry of pain and distress and when she realized she wasn’t going to get free by remaining there and being victimized, so with a great show of control and effort she threw her legs up, wrapped them around Domino’s waist and locked her ankles to go for a solid squeeze with her legs. That match wasn’t going to end via submission, but they could try and soften the rival a little with those holds. Now this had become a game of chicken to see who bent to pain first.

[CyanDimitrik]

Her voice cuts through the static white noise of the audience's rumbling mix of approval, disapproval, and carnal investment. Domino's heart races a little faster; the hunt was on, and it's an unavoidable thrill. One he wouldn't apologize for. It stood as proof positive that his efforts had merit, that she couldn't ignore the strain, that he could steadily crush the rebellion out of her.

The faintest of smirks touches his lips.

The plan was to keep her physically aloft for several more seconds, long enough to substantially crush her body around the lower back and waist. But that changed as her legs hiked up, suddenly looping around him in a way he wasn't sure how to react to just yet. But with the flex of her thighs, he feels the squeeze put in, and a sudden, "Nngh!," escapes him. The plan has to change, if she's going to try to counter his upper-body strength with her lower-body.

With the audience getting an extra and unexpected thrill out of seeing the two tangled together like lovers caught in a power struggle, Domino digs his arms further around Natasha's waist, pulling her bare midsection tight against his abdominals. And he begins shifting, grinding into the hold, pushing himself tighter against her stomach, both heating up with friction and trying to punish any thoughts of gathering air. Each flexing push brings his hips to press upwards, tight between her thighs - not the intent, but inescapably apparent to him in this moment.

He can blame her for it later, he's sure.

[Nymph]

The match was at that moment in some sort of stalemate, both wrestlers entangled in an asymmetrical hold that went in different ways for each of them but that was surely straining for both. Since there was no submission stipulation for that match none of them could obtain victory with that move, but there was more at stake than just the match. This had turned into a chicken game, a wager on who could take more without showing signs of giving up, a contest between Domino’s sculpted upper body against Nat’s powerful legs, and there was pride involved in that as everyone could notice.

Natasha tightened her legs harder, trying to squeeze Domino, but the man wasn’t willingly taking it. Instead he was also redoubling his efforts and pulling her closer to his abs, threatening with crushing the woman. “Nnnnngh!” Blaze was in trouble and wasn’t so sure of how long would she able to maintain this hold, but in the midst of her strain she could notice how now their bodies were rubbing against each other in a pretty enticing way. This had been Nat’s main draw towards wrestling and she was happy to see that even in a pro-wrestling scenario she could finde that tinge of hot action. Finding hard to breathe only added to the sensation, so Natasha decided that she had to tackle the elephant in the room and maybe use it to her favor. This was a no-hentai match but softcore was allowed and she had to try wooing her rival.

The next time Domino would press his hips against Natasha’s the redhead decided to test how this was affecting him. She would meet his thrust with hers, which would make their groins clash and rub for just an instant. Then she would lean to him, close enough she could breath into his ear and whisper. “Nghh-Careful Domino. Don’t fall for me. This isn’t that- ahh- kind of match.”, she whispered in between strained groans with a seducing tone and throwing him a sultry smile and waiting to see if her rival would get flustered by this.