Blaze vs Domino - Performance of a Lifetime

[CyanDimitrik]

Domino's face flushes, though admittedly, not from embarrassment or shame. She has powerful legs! He'd already experienced that firsthand when the two fired their opening volley. His ability to speak in this predicament is limited, and the pressure building around his jaw and temple is becoming intense. But his hands have done precisely what they intended to - he's felt around her long dancers legs enough to unravel the mystery of his situation.

But what she said to him still merited a response - tight and strained as it might be.

"This.. match...," his fingers hook her ankle, bracing an elbow beneath the joint of the knee. "..already... surprised me..!"

Pulling on the ankle and pushing up with the elbow, he attempts to pop the leg lock open enough to twist aside and get to all fours, badly needing the hazy cloud of pressure surrounding his head to ease up.

[Nymph]

Oh yeah, now Natasha was getting somewhere with her submission hold. However, no matter how Domino was in obvious pain and getting weakened in a way that the redhead could surely capitalize in next stages of the match, the man was still showing prowess and slowly working on undoing Nat’s Figure Four. At first the redhead didn’t notice what was he doing and just focused on his remarks over the match, but the moment his elbow slipped below her knee she knew that she would be capable of holding too much longer.

A little more strength and leverage from Domino and Natasha had to let him go, a pouty grimace on her face. However, the hold had caused enough of a strain on Domino to prevent him from fully recovering. Seeing him on all fours gave Nat an idea. Blaze would kneel besides him and throw an elbow to his back so he would remain on his stomach on the mat. Then the redhead would roll him on his back and secure a pin, pressing her curves once again against him as she whispered: “Now be nice and stay down for a while…”

[CyanDimitrik]

Domino wasn't sure to expect her to go for another move right after, but he's pleased that she did, in a way. He likes that she's determined to keep the heat on, that she's pushing for the win. That makes the match so much more meaningful, so much more enjoyable in the end when one finally pins the other. It adds a special flavor to what's inevitably coming after the cameras stop rolling, too...

Her elbow thumps into his back!

Domino is pressed down into the mat with a surprised yelp, and all at once, the poetry is evident to him. She took a worse hit from his elbowdrop, he'd be willing to bet. But there's a kind of symmetry to her doing things this way. And though his back aches, feeling her roll him over onto it is kind of a welcome change. He's, once again, filled with the anticipation of her going for a pin - and a part of him is eager to see just how she chooses to do it.

Feeling her body settle over his, Domino exhales a quiet sigh. Eyes left shut for a moment, letting the girl get herself settled over his chiseled body, his arms lying spread to either side. He has time. He has enough time to recuperate.

The referee-girl drops beside the pair to begin slapping the mat. "ONE!"

[Nymph]

Could it be that the pinning maneuver was a successful one? Maybe if that was a regular 3 count match, but not even in her most optimistic thoughts could Natasha expect Domino to remain downed and pinned for as long as 10 seconds. However, this didn’t mean the redhead wasn’t going to try her best to keep him in the pin as long as possible, and to do that she would do more than just holding the pin. With a sultry smirk on her face, Natasha would squirm a little in the pin, making oh so obvious how their bodies pressed at each other, her bust mashing a little against his. “Come on Domino. Don’t you just want to lie here and enjoy the feeling for some more seconds?”, asked Natasha with an impish giggle, tempting him to let it go all while the ref kept going with the count.

“TWO! THREE!”

[CyanDimitrik]

Domino could've bucked her off, or at the very least, raised a shoulder. He's very confident in that. But the nature of the match affords the more clever wrestler a chance to recuperate and catch their breath - something he intends to take advantage of after that head squeeze. The fact that this involves Natasha lying atop him is a bonus. A big bonus.

Worse yet, Natasha seems to know that. She seems to be banking on it.

He takes in a deep, slow breath, causing his pectorals to rise beneath the curvature of her breasts. His left arm lifts at the forearm, setting his hand lightly to her waist. The right hand similarly sets to her shoulder. Both light touches, both seemingly just for the sake of feeling her skin a little more. Though that would prove to be... not quite the full story.

A problem for the near-future Natasha!

"You make a.. compelling case..," Domino mentions, only partially resisting the urge to brush his hand along the curve of her waist. His palm subtly caresses along her smooth skin, too minute in movement for the audience to catch, but assuredly noticeable to Natasha.

"FOUR!"

"But I wouldn't want ya thinking less of me?"

"FIVE!"

"And I can't have that!"

Both hands suddenly shove to throw Natasha off of his body with brute force before turning himself over onto his side.

[Nymph]

Since she was new to the world of pro-wrestling, that match could prove not only a fun time but a valuable learning experience for Natasha. So far the redhead had taken some mental notes to improve her ring game, but now that she was in control there was something else she noticed: when she got pinned by Domino she immediately went for a break. Instead, the man was bidding his time, slowly setting himself and getting a surely needed breather which looked like a much more well-thought strategy. In the meanwhile Domino wasn’t only getting ready for the inevitable break attempt but his hands rested comfortably against her curves and for some instants the contact was just a tad more direct than suggesting, Nat’s breath hitching for an instant as she looked at Domino with a sensual gaze of acknowledgement. Was she falling for her rival charms, her magnetism backfiring?

And just like that Domino saw his chance and pushed, sending Natasha to a sitting position on the mat and breaking the pinning maneuver. It had been a good one but the real chances of making the match end with that move were pretty slim. Instead, the redhead would have to keep working on softening both Domino’s body and resolve if she wanted to get that win, and in order to do so she would have to keep the initiative.

“Nah, you just broke my heart…” Natasha threw an overly dramatic pout at Domino from her position as she saw him lying on his side, trying to regain his footing. That situation gave her the chance to put her mat wrestling knowledge to some use, so she would quickly get on her knees and charge at the rising Domino to try and get him on the mat again, this time in an attempt to gain control over his limbs and lock a Grapevine Hold!

[CyanDimitrik]

Oh. Madam.

That.

Pout.

Domino was mentally braced for a great many things, and increasingly by the moment as he wrestled with Natasha. But the one thing he could not possibly have prepared for was being presented with that arrestingly adorable sulk she flashes at him. It's so completely outside of the cool, chic image he was getting to know, the coy competitor, that when it was paired with the over-dramatic and insincere whine, the levels of 'cutely pitiful' were off the charts.

Natasha is dangerous for all the right reasons. All the reasons that tell Domino, in an instant, he's going to enjoy spending more time with her.

The smile he returns to her is purely genuine and disarmed. He rests paused there a moment, braced on his elbow mid-transition to his knee, still partly lying on the mat. If not for Natasha lunging for him again, the moment might've lingered. He might've, if temporarily, forgotten he's trying to beat this girl until she can't resist him. Thankfully, she spurred his very male brain into functioning again.

She seizes for his legs, and training kicks right back into gear by... letting her grab them. At least at the start. But the powerful limbs curl back towards his chest as he shifts onto his back, drawing Natasha in close enough to hook his hands under her shoulders. Then the legs kick out again, driving the girl up and over in a somersaulted reversal - a grounded, miniaturized version of a monkey flip!

Domino rolls with the motion, tumbling over his back to end straddling over her. His hips rest over her hips, knees folded at either side of her thighs. Leaning in, he quickly grabs for her to sit her up, and hooks her head under his right arm; bicep and forearm squeezing around her neck in a slow, seated front guillotine choke. His free arm wraps around her waist to take the leverage away from her right arm, dissuading a punching resistance at least from that angle!

[Nymph]

Natasha was fully aware of the fact that Domino was a model and this offered some place for thought. She was a dancer before, so the two of them thrived when getting other people’s attention. The difference was in how they drew that attention. A model like Domino would try and make it about his presence and show an epitome of elegance and presence, make everyone in the room admire and even envy him. Nat, on the other hand, dealt in different emotions and strived for making everyone covet her, control their desire to a point they would dance to her music. In some way it was working even on Domino.

Taking Domino by surprise, Natasha tried her best to control the man and lock that Grapevine Hold as soon as possible, but her movements weren’t nimble enough and Domino started fighting back before she could be done, which ended with them changing positions and Domino straddling them. Before she could make a witty and teasing remark though Domino forced her in a sitting position and locked a sitting Guillotine Hold, which made Natasha groan in protest when her air flow was shut down. “Oh, come on Domino. Let me go and I’ll make it worth your time…” she said, her usual sultry tone broken by how air could get out but not get in. In fact, trying to charm her way out turned up being a waste of air since Domino wasn’t going to release her soon. Natasha couldn’t fight back and punch him. She panicked a little and started trying to push him and regain her freedom, but her prospects didn’t look good at all.

[CyanDimitrik]

New position achieved, Domino took a moment to center himself at her expense. His head lifts, looking out at the audience, then towards the referee-girl on her knees beside the pair.

"Do you give up?!"

Domino feels the dancer's hands pushing against his body, and he responds by pushing his hips forward and straightening his back a little, adding a brief burst of additional pressure around her neck. Indeed, it's a difficult prospect pushing someone away when your own body is their anchor!

His hand courses along the smooth skin of her back, brushing down the dip of her spine before hugging around her waist loosely. "Why would I do that?," he asks, taking a moment to redouble the pressure. It lasts just a few tense seconds before easing again, subtly trying to avoid knocking her out completely. Rather, he's enjoying the time with her in the ring - tricksy as she is. It almost feels like they're getting to know each other, similar to a date-before-the-date.

"..When I'm gonna be taking you home anyway? This whole match is gonna be worth my time!"

But he doesn't intend to keep her there. Domino begins to straighten his knees, lifting off her lap to gradually begin hoisting the girl up to her feet with her, still in the guillotine. All the better to rush a knee up into her toned belly, hoping to keep her winded!

[Nymph]

Now Natasha was having a hard time finding that choking maneuver pleasant at all. Under different circumstances it would be a pretty different topic to discuss but at that moment, in the middle of a match and locked in a Guillotine Hold there wasn’t anything to enjoy, even less with the referee intruding to ask if she gave up, to which she denied with her head.

Domino tightened the hold, making Natasha panic from the lack of air and the defenseless of her situation. However, the man would alleviate the pressure after some seconds each time, showing how his aim isn’t to choke Nat to unconsciousness, a silver lining. Using one of those moments to get a small amount of air the redhead trying talking again. “Come on Dom. I’m sure this isn’t how you pictured your night with me…” For some instant Natasha thought her remark was successful because of how Domino dragged her back on her feet, but a sudden knee to her stomach made her let all air out as her body became a ragdoll under his control, the situation going from bad to dire.