Friends Share! - Navi vs. Domino

[CyanDimitrik]

Drake's abs are tight and toned, sleekly-defined for more than the modeling career he's worked for years. They've absorbed a good amount of punishment as a wrestler, and this is no exception. The senton is hard - taking a body to the midriff is always going to be - but he's not out of the match. He's not quick enough to stop her from gathering his legs, however, and turning him over.

A boston crab!? "Aaagh!" Immediately propping on his elbows, face twisted in pain, and lower back ablaze, he begins pulling at the mat to attempt gaining ground towards those ropes.

[Vc0m]

It was really amazing to Melody. Simply recognizing that the caveman strategy of "Might makes right" isn't working for her, Navi managed to turn the tide in her favour completely. She knew that she definitely shouldn't count Drake out in anyway just yet (thinking that from experience), but she was really happy that adaptability in a match wasn't an issue for her blonde friend.

Still, as the de facto referee of the match, she had to do and ask the things referee should have, even if, knowing both competitors of the match personally, she knew the answer to her questions:

"Domino? You want to submit?", the greenette would ask him, as he continued pulling himself to the ropes...

"Grrrh...I think he does...", Navi said with a sly smile towards Domino, trying to keep the hold in the best she could...

[CyanDimitrik]

"NO!," balks Domino. "Of course not!" Teeth gritting, the young grappler fights through the increasing pain along his lower back, committed to reaching those ropes. Only the bottom rope would be within grasp, but it would be more than sufficient. And finally, he stretches out an arm, fingers squirming to find purchase.

[Vc0m]

Navi couldn't help but chuckle at Drake's reaction at her taunt, Domino slowly, but surely nearing the ropes until, 30-40 seconds after it was applied, Drake grasped the bottom rope of the gym ring:

"OK, Nat, rope break. One! Tw---", Melody counted out Navi, but stopped once the blonde let go of Domino's legs.

"Not so tough when one fights you with a clear head, huh?", Navi would taunt Domino as Melody gave him time to recover at the ropes...

[CyanDimitrik]

That was much, much longer than Drake would've preferred to remain in any submission hold. She gets a solid grip, he'll give her that. But that means he won't be giving her any more of those, if he can help it. It takes a couple seething breaths before he climbs to his feet again, back still turned to Navi, enduring her taunts.

"Actually, most my opponents can think clear..."

With a grunt, he twists to attempt catching her in the midsection with a surprise mule-kick!

"You're not that special just yet!"

[Vc0m]

With Navi wearing her cocky smile at Drake as she stood prepared for another grapple, she listened carefully to him, though her mind completely focused on what he might throw at her next...

...or so she thought.

"GUUAAH!", going wide eyed as Drake turned his back at her, her black haired opponent would launch his foot right at the smaller blonde's stomach for a Mule Kick!

Navi doubled down, holding her hurt stomach and stepped backwards, grunting in pain as Drake easily retook the advantage!

[CyanDimitrik]

Mule-kicks aren't exactly common, but they are simple enough to perform. Put that together, and it seems just the thing to knock a cocky blonde off her momentum! And seeing her bend forward and fall back a step, it seems she's open to a follow-up!

No longer affording the girl any breaks after that grueling submission hold, Drake turns and pushes his aching back against the ropes right behind him! With a snap, they send him charging forward! Feet thunder across the mat to meet her, ending with a small burst of acrobatics! He pops into the air and turns around to roll his back along her bent-over frame, reaching to catch her by the neck as he passes. At the end of the maneuver, he'll drop to the mat on his side while twisting her down to land heavily against her back in a running, rolling neckbreaker!

[Vc0m]

With Navi dazed by the hard kick to her gut, Drake easily rebounded off the ropes, running straight at Navi at high speed, jumping into the air before the collision. Grabbing her head, he would use both the momentum of his run, jump and weight to bring Navi, back of the head first, down onto the canvas with a Rolling Neckbreaker!

"AAAAAAH!", Navi screamed, rolling in pain and holding the back of her aching head, as Drake, once again, got the match in his favour!

[CyanDimitrik]

Drake can hear the effects of the neckbreaker before he even turns to look. That's more like it. Turning over onto hands and knees to face her, he suddenly throws his body across her belly, given her arms are behind her head. His right arm hooks between her legs to draw one into the air, while the left arm sets across her chest and collar.

"Count it, Melody!," he shouts.

[Vc0m]

Navi let out a quiet croak as Drake pinned his arm on her upper chest and hooked her leg. Upon the call out by Domino, Melody nodded, dropped on her knees, and began to count:

"ONE!"

Upon the first count call out, Navi's let out another croak, much louder this time, and more resembling a growl. She started to stir underneath Drake, trying to press the sole of her boot to the canvas with her free leg, while her left arm outstretched itself...

"TWO!...NO!"

As such, right before Melody started the final count, with her one leg, Navi would manage to try and force herself upwards, throwing her arm into the air, breaking the contact between the canvas and her shoulder, and subsequently, the count!