Shaken, Maybe a Little Stirred - Domino vs. Ophelia Noir

[CyanDimitrik]

In this process, Domino can't help but consider how lightweight she feels in his grip. She's not a feather, but it's very different when wrestling another man. Her slender neck feels delicate in his arm as he constricts her. And as he listens to her sputtering her defense, his gaze falls on her arched, feminine body. She's an extremely attractive girl, no doubt about that. And someone is going home with someone. While he wouldn't necessarily mind their match turning into a date, at the end of the day, a couple factors still play in: he has to beat her for the sake of his career. And he knows he'd be good to her.

He likes to think she'd be good to him, if she were in the proverbial driver's seat. He just doesn't know her that well yet.

She's thrashing an awful lot.

Domino tilts his head away from her flailing arms and fingers, trying to avoid any errant eyerakes. And while a part of him wants to choke her out in this position and take the victory here, he also isn't sure he can control her well enough to reach that point before she digs into his peepers! And even as he's thinking about it, her struggling sees a hand raising and clocking him squarely on the corner of the jaw, forcing his head aside quickly.

Deciding instantly to change things up, Domino suddenly drops to a knee with her! Naturally, this brings the girl's spine down squarely upon his raised knee in a modified lungblower, before his arm suddenly releases her neck to let her body hit the mat however she will!

"I'll figure somethin' out," Domino says finally, hand raised to nurse his jaw.

[Shadowheart]

Ophelia's vision was starting to blur, her breath growing more labored as Domino's bicep remained locked tight around her throat. He knew exactly when to squeeze, too - just enough to keep her weak, just enough to keep her completely under his control. Her fingers clawed at his arm, her body writhing in resistance, but nothing seemed to work. This was not how her debut was supposed to go. Losing was one thing, but tapping out in a hold like this would be downright humiliating.

Her desperation mounted, and just as she felt her strength slipping, her other hand suddenly struck something - his head. She wasn't sure exactly where she hit, but at least now she had a target. She readied herself to strike again, aiming for the same spot... but before she could, Domino suddenly dropped to a knee!

Pain exploded through her spine the second her back crashed down onto his raised knee, a sharp cry ripping from her lips. Her body stiffened for a brief moment before she slumped off his knee, collapsing onto her side once he finally released the hold.

Once on the mat, a choked gasp escaped her lips, one hand instinctively moving to her back while the other clutched at her aching throat. She coughed, her body wracked with discomfort, eyes squeezed shut as she struggled to push past the pain.

[CyanDimitrik]

Watching her writhe on the mat, Domino could plainly see that she was struggling - and for good reason. He wasn't exactly going easy on her; this match meant something for both of them. He badly needed to build momentum in this federation, and she wanted to make the most of her debut. But one of them would have to end the match submitting to the other - if not by tapout, then by their body unable to break a pin. It was nothing personal - but he chose her to be in that position.

Besides. He could make it up to her later. Sometimes a PoW stipulation opened doors in other ways than the obvious!

Regardless, Domino wasted only enough time to survey the damage he'd inflicted on the tall, slender beauty in her downed position before getting into motion again. Hands move to two points of her body, one to her shoulder, the other to her bare hip, both pulling to roll her over onto her back. Ensuring her arm is clear from beneath her spine, Domino reaches between her generously exposed legs and hooks her right thigh before leaning forward. Toned, firm pectorals press in against Ophelia's breasts, and his free arm huddles against her right arm to hold it down.

The pin cover is classic, centering his weight over her in a lateral chest press. Palm and fingers press into the soft skin of her leg, and his head tilts to look towards her face, but he can't quite see her from that position.

The referee drops beside the pair, hand raised to start the count! Slap! "One!"