Blaze vs Domino - Performance of a Lifetime

[CyanDimitrik]

Wrestling is, at its most foundational level, a full-contact sport. Those with issues about maintaining a personal bubble need not apply, because the very act of winning a wrestling match most often requires significant physical connection. And in the case of a bearhug and countering leglock, the body contact is not only to be expected, but required.

Domino knows this. He didn't engage in this counter to her takedown attempt without the knowledge it would, by necessity, bring him in full, tight pressure with Natasha. He's bearhugged many people in the past, utilizing a strength many would underestimate in him to crush foes of equal or lesser size. But when it comes to a woman as irredeemably attractive as Natasha, it takes on an entirely new sub-tangent; body contact is required, but also scintillating, if he isn't careful.

She has all the right traits going on to hit every note with him. A beautiful face, alluring eyes, perky breasts, toned midsection, smooth hips, luxurious hair, flawless skin; all wrapped in a skimpy set of grapple-friendly fighting gear designed to catch the eye and emphasize each of those features. It's easy enough to say a blind man could see it, but it wouldn't be necessary, because she's compressed right up against him in this very moment.

The fact that her legs are now wrapped around him, squeezing him in response, only intensifies the moment and brings everything into closer contact. Everything. Hastened, shallow breaths anew aren't strictly because of the strain and pressure of the squeeze. With the added pressure of the grind against her body, there'd be no way of hiding the fact from her. And when she bucks her hips tight to his on the next round of grinds, he's instantly aware of it, and the grind is instantly no longer strictly professional. She'll feel the unfortunately automatic and very physical attraction he's building for her, stroking heavily between her legs in that moment.

Her breath hits his skin, his exhales likewise beating warmth against her ear and gently tussling her hair when she's learned in. His heart hammers against her breast, his arms clenching her lower back in the middle of her speech to elicit that brief break in her delivery.

Flustered? Assuredly. Domino went into this knowing a little about her background. And the very first thing that springs to mind, he quickly decides against saying: a quip about how he isn't a pole to climb on. Present circumstances, it's probably a beartrap he'd be stepping onto. Plus, you know; gauche.

He does, however, let out a soft groan, half from the compression of her long legs, half in automatic response to her teasing, seductive manner.

"We can... save.. falling for each other.. when you're.. back at my place..," he replies. Through the strain, there's the trace of teasing mirth in his voice. "For now.. nngh.. truce..?"

The offer comes with a subtle turn of his head, bringing his lips to the corner of her jaw. Not to kiss her, per se, but in a subtle showing of connection in the offering. He's not shying back from her. She's not shying back from him. But he's willing to offer the reset, if a little grudgingly. The struggle is increasingly divine and recontextualizing into something sensually-flavored, and upon feeling her hips press into his, he's not afraid to deliver another grind against her. Hips - and firmed arousal - grinding between her inviting thighs, abdominals stroking to abdominals, and toned pectorals squeezing into her breasts.

[Nymph]

Now both wrestlers were slowly getting into the closeness that match allowed to happen. It was a natural thing. Natasha had been in a lot of heated matches. In fact, the very nature of what she had done before arriving at LAW was pretty steamy, but even now when she was in the middle of a pro-wrestling match, one that’s supposed to lean more into the “pro” part, one couldn’t deny the obvious intimacy this built. Also, LAW not only allowed this kind of atmosphere for its matches but encouraged it. Management had learnt that matches in which both contestants leaned in towards this kind of intimacy used to make better numbers than others that don’t. It was some sort of LAW’s trademark so far and one of the reasons Natasha had accepted working for them. It was an exciting way of getting to know new people.

Of course the redhead considered herself a professional and there were some people she wouldn’t like to entangle more than what she was contractually required to, but Domino didn’t look like that kind of rival. Instead, the man was making every small exchange more and more interesting by the second. How could Blaze resist the undeniable charm of that well-sculpted, sexy and polite hunk of a man as they both were rubbing their bodies together? Moreso, he wasn’t being too subtle about how he was feeling either. Knowing how Nat’s body and allure was affecting him was flattering and pleased the redhead, further reassuring her to keep going and see who could take this the longest, another kind of contest for them.

After some steamy exchange in the form of whispering at each other’s ear, both contestants tried their best to squeeze harder and ascertain superiority, but the stalemate was still there. Then it was the moment Domino made a teasing remark about the upcoming POW session after the match. “Last I checked… hnnngh- you haven’t won this yet-aagh” Despite her sultry words Blaze had to admit she was starting to feel a serious strain from this double hold and wasn’t so sure of how long she would be able to maintain it. That was why Domino’s proposal for a truce and a reset was a godsend. Trying to hide how this was a relief, Nat replied in her teasing tone. “Fine, we have a truce. At three? One, two…”, she started counting whispering to his ear, ready to honour their deal by releasing him when the count reached three.

[CyanDimitrik]

It would be a shame to let her go.

The thought is self-defeating in the moment, betraying both his honor and his integrity. He gave the option to release her, to have a truce enough to get them going again. But by each passing moment, Domino was becoming more addicted to the feel of her body against him, the permeating warmth of her skin and friction, the way her hips just flicked against the tip, teasing that if this were a different context, if they were alone, and if there was less in the way, this embrace would be a new, exquisite kind of grapple. Each second, his heated breath beats against her neck and shoulder. Each second, his heart hammers against her breast. For as determined as he is to take a clean win tonight, his attraction to her is undeniable.

It would be a shame to let her go. But let her go, he must. It'll come back when he pins her down, he assures himself as she begins counting.

She gets to the two, and his arms clamp tightly around her lower back. Her stomach is crushed flush against his abs, her breasts pressed hard to his chest, and her hips pulled hard against his - just for an extra grinding second, as if to commit to letting her know he wants her. He's invested. She played the game with him, she should know her prize.

Then he's loosening; smooth, gentle, easing the pressure around her waist quickly until he's only holding her against him in a more intimate, lovers' pressure. It's loose enough that if she had the desire, she could lean back to see his face looking back at her. She could slide her arms free of the trap.

"Three," he concludes quietly for her.

The embrace eases further, his back relaxing to let her feet down to the mat again. That is, if her legs untangle from around him. The arms won't withdraw from her waist, however, until the last leg has slide off of him and she's standing on her own two boots. And even then, gradual with just an extra second of his hands resting on her waist.

The audience can plainly see a truce called when it plays out in front of them. They don't stop cheering. It's kind of amusing that they immediately wound up in a stalemate of compression, as if magnetically attached to one another in the opening gambit.

[Nymph]

Now the two contestants had had a taste of what the other had to offer. Domino had shown how he was strong enough to put Natasha under control and the fiery redhead had shown herself as unruly enough to just take this punishment happily and retroted back. Finally they had reached a stalemate, one that would only result in the two of them getting damaged without any rhyme or spectacle so Domino was smart enough and offered a truce Natasha was happy to accept.

The redhead was ready to reach the count of three and release the raven-haired man, but Domino had a parting gift for her. Just as she was in the middle of the two count, the man gave her a final squeeze that got Blaze groaning. It wasn’t a dishonest move from Domino, but a demonstration of his enthusiasm and eagerness. It said ‘Here it is. You had a taste and now you’re gonna lose it, but remember it.” and it worked pretty well. That final second of squeezing and pressing bodies together hurt for an instant but it was fleeting and when Domino and Natasha finally went lax together and the redhead took a couple steps to recover at first she felt release, but then some longing. It had been way more interesting than what she expected and now she was enticed and curious to see what would happen when the two entangled again.

Rubbing her pained lower back, Natasha took some seconds after this reset to rub her pain off. The crowd had noticed the wrestlers’ compact and that didn’t break the people’s enthusiasm but roused them. Everyone cheered at the match and was excited to see what was going to happen next. Natasha wasn’t oblivious to this or the fact that this was in part thanks to Domino’s performance, so Blaze would throw him a smirk and a wink that said ‘I gotcha. Ready to keep going.”

Adopting a guard stance, Natasha decided to play some of her ruses. She circled slowly aroound Domino, now knowing of the man’s strength and her inability to topple him by brute force only, so she would have to surprise him. She would try doing that by quickly throwing a couple chops at his sculpted chest. These weren’t aimed at damaging him but keeping him distracted so she could suddenly throw a leg against his, trying to get some damage done and affect his balance before going to grab that leg of his and pull up to try and topple him a second time!

[CyanDimitrik]

She wasn't the only one afflicted with a sense of almost immediate longing. The two had clung almost desperately onto one another, squeezing, a subtle grind of muscle to muscle, curve to contour, hip to hip, for several painstakingly tense seconds. Different angles to start with, but it seemed to gravitate to the same focal point by the end - something Domino was neither unaware of, nor blameless for. There's only so much resistance a man can mount before very physical telltale giveaways reveals his interest in a girl, and there's zero chance Natasha would've missed it - especially with that final grind.

He wanted her to notice it.

Self-indulgent, sure. But also a non-verbal communication meant for her. He's interested. There's desire there.

Then the break, and everything feels noticeably cooler against his skin. He'd started to become accustomed to the warmth of her skin against him, and the heat of the friction between their bodies. It's jarring, feeling the absence of Natasha. Thankfully, it's not to last. And moreover, he can keep this professional. Well, mostly professional.

He meets her gaze - and that wink. A smirk tugs the corner of his lips, a subtle reciprocation. Yes. Keep going. They're there to compete.

He circles with her, measured and steady step after step. She takes the offensive again, lashing out with a couple chops against his chest. The impacts ring out in the audience, each stroke a quick sting of pain bursting across his skin. One arm lifts to cover his pectoral region, and she thumps a kick against his thigh. An early and surprising lead, the girl secures his leg and pulls, seeing Domino's free leg buckle and he falls onto his back with a thump!

[Nymph]

Natasha couldn’t help but acknowledge how good of a show partner Domino had been so far. The man had not only provided the best working ethic possible but he was keen on maintaining a pretty good dynamic between them. Even more than pretty good, or at least that was what Natasha thought when she noticed that “I know that you know that I know” game they were playing now. With all her teasing, the redhead had managed to get a physical response on Domino and he wasn’t going to hide it because he wanted her to notice. Since their previous exchange it was pretty obvious that was some reciprocal desire in that situation and the aftermatch POW session was starting to look more and more interesting by the second…

But for the moment both wrestlers had to… well, wrestle. Natasha took the initiative and her chops landed on Domino’s well-sculpted chest, making him wince and then raising his guard to his upper section, which allowed the redhead to impact at the side of his leg and then grab it to trip the man. Natasha wasn’t experienced at all with pro-wrestling so far, and now that her plan had been a complete success she noticed that she never expected it and didn’t know what to do. The crowd was cheering and she didn’t have the time to think of any strategy so she had to improvise. Looking at Domino lying on the mat, Blaze jumped at him to fall on top of him with a splash, their bodies pressing at each other and making her groan in exertion from the sudden impact, which wasn’t as clean as she would have wanted. “Unng. How's this for some body-to body contact?”, she teased, allowing him some time to answer before she would roll over and regain her footing.

[CyanDimitrik]

Domino wasn't sure how technically-savvy Natasha would prove to be. There's a lot he could do with a prone opponent, especially if he secures a leg! But this match isn't about earning a submission. It's about pinning the opponent down for an extra long count. But the mind races with the possibilities of what she may do, preparing quickly to counter.

Of all the things he expected, a direct body splash was not it.

All of a sudden, Natasha's beautiful body is surrendering itself to the fates; tossed into the air, limbs drawn back, and descending with full faith that his own masculine body would be there to receive her. Which it is.

"Unfh!"

His limbs spasm upwards briefly from the sudden impact before dropping to the mat again. A sharp inhale draws in the woman's scent, with her face so close to his quite suddenly. And once again, his senses are flooded with the inviting warmth of her body pressing over his. He stares up at her in surprise, amethyst eyes widened until she makes her undeniably flirty quip. His gaze hoods at her, and he discreetly pushes his hips upwards against hers, deliberately teasing in response.

"Pretty good. But I like to be on top," he murmurs back to her.

The referee-girl drops beside the pair, hand raising to count a pin! It certainly qualifies, with Natasha's body lying flush over his, and his shoulders back against the mat. But before her hand can strike the mat, Natasha has rolled off of him again!

Domino doesn't waste a beat twisting over onto all fours opposite the ginger. He quickly lifts to his full height, momentum shifting forward to close the distance in the same motion. And with it, his right fist drives inwards in a low hook punch aimed to slam into the pit of her stomach. Once! Twice! Three times, each blow meant to rock her body and take the wind out of his opponent.

[Nymph]

As much enticing as pressing her body against Domino’s looked, making it after an impact like the splash wasn’t the most intended outcome for Natasha but here they were. For the brief instant that passed between Domino’s answer and Natasha rolling over, the redhead let out a smirk of acknowledgement. Well now she was getting curious about that statement of his, that he preferred being on top. Maybe they should have a try later on. It would have to wait, though. For now they would just have to wrestle, thought Nat as she rolled over and regained her feet.

And wrestling Domino intended to do. The man quickly shifted his downed position to get up in a spectacular fashion that impressed the crowd and completely caught Natasha by surprise. Without any prior warning the man was completely standing and had broken any distance the redhead had managed to get from him. This didn’t give Nat enough time to properly raise her guard and her taut stomach got a punch by Domino! “Uunph!” Natasha’s eyes widened at the impact as she wasn’t that used to being punched yet. Domino didn’t stop at one hit though and kept going by throwing two more strikes, both aimed at Blaze’s midsection! The second one was enough to make her try to reel back a little, but it was the third one that did the trick. Natasha let out a wheeze of pain and felt her knees becoming weak, her arms finally cupping her pained stomach as she would bend forwards, too weak to stand she would fall on her knees, that unless Domino had something else in mind and prevented her from doing so.

[CyanDimitrik]

Each shot was firm, rough; not holding back. Natasha doesn't have the body of someone who can't handle the business. But more than that, even with the promise of nicer times to come, he has his career to consider. He's positive she's thinking the same thing. Both want the win. And one of the best ways of securing it is taking out the core. If the abs are too sore to flex and support, the match is already won.

That's getting ahead of himself. And in fairness, testing the toughness of her toned abdominal region is a guilty pleasure. You don't get into the wrestling business without being a little tweaked in some way.

She holds her midsection and drops to a knee, proof positive that while she's an athletic specimen, she's not used to the genuinely rougher stuff. She is newer to the ring, after all. But that's an advantage he can work. For now, there's an opportunity presented with the beautiful ginger on her knees. He steps in behind her and leans down, hooking his arms beneath her shoulders to drag her back up to her full height. Her right arm is slung over his shoulders behind his neck, and he hooks his left arm around her waist, the palm resting flush over her stomach. His right hand reaches in low, hooking beneath her left leg to pull the knee up.

Knees bend, and with a sudden pump, Domino hefts the girl high into the air! His back arches, directing her momentum backwards to slam her down against the mat behind him in ring-shuddering impact! A picture-perfect back suplex, set up quickly and easily, delivered with force and oomph. And following that impact, she's released from the hold to flop, wallow, or writhe however she is inclined!

[Nymph]

Both contestants had already had a taste of how enticing appealing body to body contact was when there was a good dynamic. However, hentai was barred in that match and now that Natasha was into that world she needed to show some true professionalism. Domino wasn’t eager to lose himself in desire either and soon enough both wrestlers would be showing why they were true pros, pushing their sensual tension aside and only using it to enhance the show but without getting into the way of proper wrestling. Unluckily for Natasha, this proper wrestling involved a decent dose of physical strain and pain, and no matter how hard the redhead had trained for that day the real deal was always something harder than any spar, and Domino was willing to respect the newcomer to pro-wrestling by not pulling any punches.

Domino’s first hits against Nat’s stomach had made the woman wince and reel back in pain, taking a knee to try and regain her breathing, but the man didn’t want to let her do so and would capitalize her weakened status to gain the upper hand. Still lost in her daze, Natasha could only witness how Domino was doing something, setting his arms around her hips and her own arm around his shoulders. He was setting some move up but she wasn’t sure what one, or at least she wasn’t until her feet left the canvas and her world turned upside down, literally.

“Oooomph!” With a deaf thud Blaze impacted against the canvas, a jolt of pain coursing her body. Being immediately released, Nat knew it was time to get up, recover and think of a comeback. Heck, the impact had been painful but she was far from done and had a lot in the tank, but there was something she didn’t account for. She had taken some throws in training, but in the chaos of real combat she was still feeling a little disoriented from how her head had gone from upside to upside down and then the impact. This translated in a slower reaction than what Natasha would have wanted, getting in all fours while looking weakened and trying to regain her footing, offering a tempting opportunity for a follow-up to her rival.