Whatever It Takes (Bella Pirata [D] vs Drake "Domino" Vyril)

[DSX93]

"Alright, lad, on yer feet! Ole' Cap'n Bella Bonny's got somethin' fer-"

He had something for her too. Two somethings. Three. And they just couldn't wait. Each blow pulverized her abs, driving gusts of air from her gullet until her body was screaming for her to get away from this guy. Stumbling and doubled over, breathless and vulnerable, she obeyed. And braced herself: She needed a few seconds, but knew that she wasn't about to get them.

[CyanDimitrik]

At last! Reprieve from the pressure, a blessed chance to breathe! But Domino doesn't really take advantage of that. He has to keep the pressure on, if he's going to capitalize on the opening. She's already proven she's more than willing to zip all over the ring. He needs to take the wind out of her sails properly, and that means working the girl's body over. More than he already has.

Pushing up to a standing position, Domino quickly takes her by the chin to yank her head forward, tucking her head beneath his left arm in a front guillotine hold. He pulls her left arm from her midsection to throw it behind his neck and around his shoulders, forcing her balance forward against him. Then, gripping onto the hip of her trunks, he pumps his legs and flexes his arms to hoist her slender body into the air in a high arc, upside-down, before dropping back with her to slam her spine against the mat behind him in a no-frills suplex!

Textbook execution, the force coming from the torque of the pull and sudden drop, the ring will shudder under the impact of their combined weight!

[DSX93]

Oh no. That burst of adrenaline just hit; Bella could see it. He knew he got her good.

Bella's long, lithe legs kicked as Domino hoisted her up into the air, but he'd picked his spot well. There was no struggling against his superior strength, and her impulsive effort drained her of even more energy that she could've used to try to twist out of his grip, rendering her sluggish. Weak, and easily controlled.

And down she went, with force that shook the entire ring. Most of all her spine. While crying out, she shot up onto a seated position, her pretty face twisted into a pained grimace.

[CyanDimitrik]

There it was. That satisfying impact against the mat that gets the audience on their feet and riled up. Seeing a pretty face twisted in pain, deep in the throes of a primal kind of competition for dominance. And Domino can feel that energy coursing through him as soon as their collective bodies hit the ring. It's written in the way the surface shudders, and it's etched in the way Bella cries out.

With a grunt, Domino tilts back onto his shoulders and nips up to his feet in a single, fluid motion before throwing his arms wide, ushering in a fresh wave of praise. He doesn't lavish in it long, however. Turning to Bella, pretty blonde pirate that she is, he leans down to hook one hand beneath her chin, the other settled behind her head to guide her up to her feet again. But then it's a grab for the elbow and shoulder of her left arm, shifting his left foot back and slinging her towards the turnbuckle in an irish whip!

He has every intention to keep the heat on, hot on her trail. Boot-thumps chasing boot-thumps, with the intended final destination of lunging at the girl to deliver a body avalanche. Chiseled pectorals smashing against the soft curvature of her breasts, crushing her smaller body between him and the unrelenting post.

[DSX93]

With one hand propping her up and the other nursing her back like she'd just aged a whole eighty years all at once, Bella would be about as slow to rise. Drake, the gentleman that he is, was so kind to offer help. Right onto her feet, then he got her started on an impromptu jog; she must've been looking as out of shape as she felt. The hard impact against the turnbuckle didn't do anything positive for her back, though. Quite the opposite, bumping up the pain.

The sight she was treated to next was one that many a girl would dream of: A god of a man coming right for her. Pretty gems he had for eyes focused nowhere, and on no one else. Some would even consider what came next to be another notch on the bucket list, but she herself was not one for pain, no matter how intimate the proximity to the hottie dishing it out.

Her back had gone on strike, leaving her vulnerable. And after being crushed between his one hundred and eighty pounds and an unforgiving turnbuckle, her legs had up and decided that they weren't getting paid enough for this either, leaving her to droop down onto her butt.

[CyanDimitrik]

Quaking ropes and rattling buckles issue out noisily from the ring as Domino's toned chest collides with Bella's inviting bosom. The feel of her chest compressing against his isn't lost on him, but she's already run roughshod. He can't afford to relent on her now; she's already proven to be... rascally.

Which he likes. But he also likes winning.

The moment the pressure ends between them, he watches her drop to her rear. But it's not a moment's respite he's willing to afford the pirate as he leans in, hooking his hands beneath her shoulders to manually hoist her up to her full height - and promptly load her slender body along his shoulders.

One hand hooked behind her neck, the other hand between her legs and squeezing a thigh, he means to carry her out of the corner for the visual delight of the audience; a full juxtaposition between her svelte, feminine form and his sleek masculine body. The way her body melds against his shoulders is inviting enough on its own, no small thanks to her chosen attire. The fact that she has some jokes and a fiery personality aren't lost on him.

But again... focus.

And so, the offramp to this lift comes with the sudden and dramatic WHOOSH of air as he pitches himself backwards, hoping to crush her slender body behind his shoulders in a samoan drop!

[DSX93]

Ah, shit.

Bella could do nothing as Drake lifted her up again. Nothing of substance. Except shoot him a weak, pleading smile. "Ave mercy?" That would do nothing to stop her from being hoisted onto his shoulders. Her scant attire provided a view that got some hooting and hollering. A couple wolf whistles.

"I'll...I'll give ye half me ale! Does the mind 'n body good, it does!" A ridiculous offer, but maybe it would give her something. Offer up a crack that she could slip through; a second's pause. Something.

She'd be carried over to the center of the ring, where her coming destruction could be best viewed, from all angles. Time seemed to slow, to an agonizing extent, in that brief moment where she knew: The next few moments were gonna suck all kinds of ass. Get

to advertise everything present: Hot ass, cold ass, smelly ass, hairy ass, formaldehyde ass...

BOOM!

The crowd erupted in raucous applause as the ring shook under the force of the slam, the impact thundering through the front rows. Bella would lay squashed flat underneath Drake, eyes closed and motionless, aside from the rise and fall of her chest. Could this be the end already?

[CyanDimitrik]

She has her quips. Domino will give her that. They're plenty charming. But, as she feared, the impending collision with the mat was coming one way or another. And upon impact, the ring blasts out a hard clattering of wooden planks, barely buffered by a thin canvas material.

Domino sits up again quickly, arms raised and fingers curling to usher in the praise and recognition. But he's not about to leave her alone for long. With her lying flat on her back and visibly stunned, possibly even out for the count there, he wastes no time in throwing himself over her body. One leg hooks over her right leg, while he lies crossways over her stomach. His right arm hooks beneath her left thigh, drawing the leg into the air, and he tilts enough to lean his weight across her midsection. Chiseled abdominals lie flush across her bare belly, his thigh pressed in against the base of her hips, and he reaches his free hand to collect her left wrist to pin it to the mat.

Spread out overtop her body, his head tilts to look towards her pretty face.

The referee drops beside them to begin slapping the mat for the pinfall.

"ONE!"

[DSX93]

And he would see a beautiful face that was scrunched in agony, and two different kinds of realization. First was that realization that kicks in for every wrestler worth their salt when they feel that subtle shift of the mat underneath them when a hand comes down. The first number of the count.

And to make matters worse, she's wrestling a guy who knows how to stick a pin. And the cherry on top? There was no ignoring just how close he was. His weight bearing down on her. Bigger, denser, superior muscle powering her down into place. The fruits of his intense labor crushing her gut and spreading her legs open, mixing in that all too familiar heat inherent to intergender matches.

"TWO!"

FUUUUUUUUCK!

"Bloody 'ell!"

She threw her right arm as far towards the sky as she could, managing to get her shoulder off the mat just before the ref's hand came down for the three count.

[CyanDimitrik]

Domino is quite content to be perched there; though he'd admit to being surprised if Bella were fully locked down just yet. He expects she'll need a little more convincing to stay down. Not that that would be a problem for him - he gets the feeling they're on the same wavelength. Wrestling should be rough. It's a struggle for dominance.

And that thought is not helping things, with his body pressed so firmly against Bella's, especially at the hips. His back arches a little, abdominals grinding into her stomach, her wrist squeezed a little tighter, fingers curling against her thigh...

Her shoulder raises! The referee lifts to her knees, holding up the deuces! "Two count! No pin!"

Domino lowers her leg to the mat again and peels his body off of hers. One hand shoots for her hair, fingers curling with the soft, luxurious blonde locks, the other hand seizing her elbow to help pull her up to her feet. And with a yank, he attempts to whirl her around to face away from him. The left leg hooks over her thigh, pulling her legs wide. His upper-body dips beneath her right arm, his left arm hooking behind her neck and over her shoulders. His right hand sets to her stomach, just resting there for now. But this is a dangerous position to be in with him! It's one step away from the Sterling Stretch finisher! The first step is slowly straightening his posture, pulling her waist sideways and her midsection taut in an abdominal stretch...