Blaze vs Domino - Performance of a Lifetime

[CyanDimitrik]

The knee sinks into the tantalizing midsection of Natasha Vaughn, beautifully bare and on display tonight, keeping her pitched forward as intended. His left hand sets to her back, running a palm over it briefly, a fingertip gliding down the dip of her spine. The other arm remains around her neck to keep her chambered.

"Actually, it kind'a is," he replies, his tone coy.

The hand departs her back in favor of seizing her arm to throw it behind his shoulder, forcing her balance to shift forward into him; a setup wrestling fans know all too well as the start of a suplex. He's then reaching for the hip of her trunks. The knees dip and pump, hoisting her body into the air in a wide arc above his head - and beyond, as he drops back to the mat with her to complete that full-blown, picture-perfect suplex. Natasha's back is guided to slam squarely with the mat behind him with shuddering impact.

[Nymph]

Under all that teasing and unresolved sensual tension between Natasha and Domino lied a true challenge and a wrestling match and it showed in how despite the two of them were willing to tease the other and even have some feel at their rival’s body both contestants were focuses in trying to get in control. Unluckily for the less experiences Natasha only one of the fighters could dictate the pace for the match and it looked like that person was Domino now.

The Guillotine Hold was weakening enough by itself, Natasha feeling the panic and pressure her constant lack of a steady supply of air. When she noticed Domino throwing a witty remark and feeling her back before getting a firm hold at the hip of her trunks the redhead couldn’t even reply. In the limited time she had the woman just processed that she was going to be hitting the mat hard in a suplex in just seconds. She held the small air she could muster and relaxed her back to let it ease into the impact, but when she hit the canvas the damage she had accumulates was enough to present her fragile and weak, she was definitely on the losing end of things and recovering from there looked more and more difficult by the second.

[CyanDimitrik]

WHAM.

The ring shakes with the impact of Natasha's body slamming into the canvas. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't meant to be gentle. It was meant to sap the fight out of her, to wear her body down, to weaken her. Pain isn't necessarily the point - but wrestling is primarily a contest of physicality. Natasha may be willing to fight on, but it's her body that needs convinced to lay down. To accept its place beneath him for however long he intends to hold it there.

Suplexes are purely technical. But they've lasted for a reason. Landing back-first squarely upon the mat is enough to knock the breath out of most people. Natasha, it seems, is no different. And that's the delightful sight Domino is treated to when he twists around onto hands and knees to see her lying flush with the mat.

Seeing her there, her hair fanned out, her limbs splayed, supine and presented to the bright and unyielding overhead lights however just emphasizes her beauty; angelic and fiery all at once, a mesmerizing vision written in contrasting ephemeral pain and delicate, sweet femininity. Their time together promises to be memorable, even if he hadn't caught glimpses of her fetching personality. But... maybe he's going too hard on her?

He doesn't want to hurt her. Not just because he wants her in good condition for their time together, but also because she's... her. He wants to treat her like the fighter she's chosen to be, but being overwhelmingly cruel to her is deeply unappealing. In conclusion, there's a pretty good chance she likes it rough, but there's a difference between that and going too far.

Instinctively, Domino reaches a hand to lightly cup her cheek from this upside-down perspective. Nothing more; just a touch. A brush of skin to skin, palm to face, comparatively angelic to the slam he'd subjected her to seconds ago. It's a wordless communication - he wants to treat her right, with full respects to the fact that she chose to get into the ring with him tonight; but also a signal that there's some attention to the force he's putting out there against her, like a quiet preamble affection.

Then it's back to business.

"Think it's about time to put'cha down?," he says aloud to her. "Let's see if you can take it."

His hand moves, both of them, to hook beneath her arms. His knees shift under himself, and he lifts to his full height with her, towing her along before spinning her to face him. Leaning in, he hooks his arms around her waist and smoothly sweeps the redhead off her boots to reposition her upside-down as if she weighed nothing. Her generously-exposed figure is pressed tight against his trim and firm form, her breasts pulled snug against his sleek abdominals, her bare stomach held tight against his toned pectorals, her face potentially pressed in against his hips. There'll be no mystery for her there, thanks in no small part to the grappling they've already engaged in, the anticipation of more to come. And this position does nothing to lessen that very physical attraction to her.

His arms clamp in tight around her waist, squeezing her stomach against his chest harder, pulling her hips firm just against his chin. The squeeze tightens slowly, every few seconds the arms flexing to clench around her middle in this inverted, belly-to-belly piledriver position bearhug.

[Nymph]

WHAM

In her brief experience with pro-wrestling there was something even the inexperienced Nat had learnt pretty well and it was about the suplex. Yes, the move could be made to look “basic” under certain metrics and compared with finishers and the like, but in reality they were highly effective, pretty technical moves that were also pretty good at rousing a crowd. And at dealing disorienting damage to a rival. In conclusion, what Natasha learnt was that when suplexes happened good things came to the person executing them.

And now she was the one receiving one.

Dazed and pained, Blaze remained on her back, writhing on the mat as she tried to regain some of her strength. Later, when she would be back to the training room after the match and watching the recordings, the redhead could surely notice how the way her body and limbs were sprawled on the mat, her wavy haired making a cascade of orange on the mat, the way her light squirming made her look, it was all too alluring. It wasn’t any kind of silver-lining or anything like that but even while in a predicament Blaze looked damn fine, and that would prove an asset in her career because no one could win forever.

What Natasha actually felt even in her distressed state was some soft touch on her cheek. It was Domino’s, of course, and the man was caressing her like something out of a pretty different scenario. The touch was tender and sweet, more like the touch of a loving partner than a rival, and Natasha felt the urge to grab that hand and keep there for a time, but was weak to do so. Instead she lightly pressed her face against his hand, something no one would notice but him.

This moment of reprieve didn’t last much but was something sort of magical. What was that dynamic between them? But back to the match, Natasha had reached some state she had learnt about time ago when studying about the basics of pro-wrestling, a state in which she couldn’t muster any resistance and her rival had the initiative an push, becoming putty in his hands. She knew this was the perfect moment to set a finisher move and suddenly her world turned upside-down once again. “Nnngghhh”, she could only groan as half a protest and half something else at the setting of the move, noticing her body pressing against just the correct spots of Domino’s body, her head too close to something barely hidden by his trunks and that being honest was quite the flatter towards Nat’s charm. Seconds of stillness hinted that something big was coming and then, with a THUD Natasha went down head first, her body being freed and sprawling free on the mat, this time in a different but still alluring way since now Nat didn’t even writhe, looking peacefully half-unconscious even in her distressed state.

[CyanDimitrik]

It'd almost be a shame, ending the match here and now. Domino fully intends to win, and thinking like that is a dangerous gamble. But time with Natasha being cut short would be a tragedy. He rather likes this girl. Which, in itself, is also something of a dangerous gamble, given everything. But the heart warms to whatever the heart will, and tonight, Natasha's hit all the right notes. The only thing encouraging him to end this match with her and claim victory is the fact that this is definitively not the end of their engagement; something he's positive by now they're both looking forward to.

Unique in itself, as a PoW scenario is often... concerning, not knowing how the opponent would treat him should he lose. But with Natasha, it's rather different.

Her body is aligned with his in just the right way, a spectacle to the audience and a show of dominance between himself and the ethereal beauty now trapped against him. With her belly squeezed to the smooth definition of his chest, he spares an arm from her waist to slide the hand upwards. The palm courses over the curvature of her rear and travels higher still, to press into the back of her creamy thigh, coaxing the leg forward to drape over his shoulder. Then, the other leg, until her inner-thighs surround his face. It's practical, mostly; it keeps her legs out of the way of what's to come. But there's no denying the allure of feeling her so warmly clung to him, nor the temptation of her hips presented close enough that every breath is a fresh wave of heat washing between her legs.

The hand travels low again, brushing along the curve of her backside again, down along her ribs before trailing inwards to her spine, between her shoulders, and finally, to the fine hairs of the nape of her neck. Just a little further, fingers sifting through those glorious orange tresses to the back of her head, and - push. The girl's face is pressed against his hips, unabashedly bringing her delicate features into full contact with his most masculine. There's no denying the effect Natasha has had on him this match now, no way of avoiding recognizing the extremely physical side of his attraction to her. And feeling her face against him is like a jolt of raw electricity, spurring him to take brief but full advantage of the privacy curtain her thighs provide, tilting his head forward to deliver a tight, firm nuzzling press of lips and nose against her hips.

The hold isn't usually so intimately charged. Like the legs, it's a practical purpose with her. He doesn't intend to spike her head against the mat. He intends to give her something more special. After feeling the way her cheek pressed into his hand, there was no way he was going to give her the full brunt of his finisher and risk injuring her. And for that, he needs her head tucked.

The seconds pass in indulgence, the audience absorbing the dominant poise, chanting for the finisher. They know it's coming. They're loving the show of the fiery upstart being tamed in realtime as much as the sexual tension on obvious display. He presses the nuzzle between her legs a little tighter for just a second or two more, then springs into action.

Hefting Natasha's weight is nothing. She's not a lightweight, but she's still light by his standards. And the front flip he springs into with her is a pure spectacle, enhanced with that burning cape of her brilliant hair whipping in their wake. But as opposed to the usual execution of the Total Eclipse, there's an extra ninety degrees added. Natasha's body is smashed into the mat, with Domino's landing over her in a powerslam fakeout of the finisher - less damaging than landing directly on her head, but no less flashy or satisfying.

Landing upon Natasha's body, flush with contact, is inviting enough. The ring shudders loudly with the impact, and he can feel the force of the slam reverberate through both their bodies. And while he'd love to admire her stunned figure in all its undoubted beautiful repose, he can't stop himself from leaning into the position for the pin.

With her body splayed out, Domino presses himself fully into her. His left arm gathers her left leg at the thigh, raising the limp limb to cradle between his shoulder and neck. His chest lies flat over her stomach, the heavy beat of his heart easily felt through the bare skin contact. His sleek abdominals press firmly into her breasts, and his hips arch, pressing tightly into her beautiful face.

His head lifts to look out at the crowd, back arched to push himself firmly over her downed body. The image paints a clear story: this was a wrestling match to determine dominance. Domino now lays claim to the girl; she belongs to him by right of primal, physical claim.

The referee-girl drops beside the pair to begin the extended count, each slap to the mat lightly feathering Natasha's hair.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

[Nymph]

“THREE!”

“FOUR!”

It was there, at the peak of many things in that match, that Natasha completely lost grip on control and received her first finisher ever even if it wasn’t a full hit. But before she did that she had to set it and there was where she first was. Domino looked a little triumphant there, standing while holding Natasha upside-down for an amount of time that the redhead wasn’t aware of but was a little longer than usual for the man. Oh and there was that sneaky hand of his, soft but firm touch going upwards through her curves, setting her thighs all around his face and then making the return trip down, feeling her spine and pressing her head towards his hips in a movement that he was enjoying a little too much based on how he looked down there. Blaze didn’t have time nor the energy to make a witty remark and soon enough she was hitting the canvas. The force of the impact, added to Natasha’s accumulated strain and exhaustion, drove her to the brink of unconsciousness as she splayed on the mat, then she could notice but only barely when Domino hooked her legs and pressed his chiseled body against her.

“FIVE!”

“SIX!”

Being honest, as first experiences in pro-wrestling could get, this has been a pretty amazing one. Natasha had stood her ground and fought with resourcefulness and her rival was just a dream. Domino had overpowered her fairly but not only that. He had added to the experience and always had done his best to make Nat feel both excited and comfortable about the fight. This moment, exhausted and drained, was a good one to just let go and allow the curtain to fall.

“SEVEN!”

“EIGHT!”

Yet, that wasn’t Blaze. As her name implied, the redhead was full of raging fire that wasn’t easy to extinguish at all. Where most would have faded she would just burn a little more and she managed to get strength from where it looked there was none and suddenly jerk her body with violence, a groan of exertion coming out of her in a catharsis of all the effort she was making as her shoulder lifted from the mat, eliciting a ravenous erupt of applauses and cheering from the crowd as the show was on!

[CyanDimitrik]

There are many thoughts going through Domino's mind as he lays there atop Natasha's body. Every point of contact between them is magnified to the forefront, almost overwhelming in its latent salaciousness. That's not who he is, not really. It's never been who he is. But with Natasha, where an attraction has well and truly formed, it can't be avoided. The press against her face, he can feel the many features against himself. Every shift, every adjustment, a kind of probing, painting a clearer image in his mind. The trunks fail to be much of a barrier between touch and sensation, especially at this level. Her chest rising and falling with each breath emphasizes the natural curvature of her body, invitingly smooth and plush. Her bared stomach against his chest, toned and warm, slickened with sweat not strictly from physical exertion. Finally, the captive leg, the soft yield of her thigh, his palm and fingers pressing in dangerously close to the base of her hips.

Each count causes his heart to beat just a little faster in anticipation. Natasha isn't just his opponent tonight - as of the ten-count, she's his date. And this? This has been much better than a dinner and movie. No better way to get to know someone than this, he suspects. Find their drive to come out on top, compete with her, pin her down in a kind of violently consentual foreplay, it's exciting on a raw level.

The eight-count lands. Everything is pressing tighter to Natasha in anticipation. And then - he feels it. Her breath hitches, her body tenses against him, muscles flex, and she pitches to the side to crank her shoulder up in the gap between his hips and abs.

"No fall!," declares the referee-girl, waving her arms over her head. "Only eight!"

Only eight. Only?

The phrasing is a little humorous to Domino. But then the immediate realization rushes in. Natasha just powered through what would normally keep a girl down for the full count of thirty, let alone ten! Blaze indeed. And hearing the audience roaring their approval for her, he can't help but also be pleased. The stamina, the drive, the need to struggle through... was it the need to win driving her on? To prove herself? Whatever it was, it was magnetic. And she experiences his approval with a subtle turn of his head, lips grazing against her captive inner-thigh as he eases himself off of her.

Domino lifts to his knees, head tilted to look down at her face.

"Still in it? Can't get enough of me?," Domino finally asks, breath heavy.

[Nymph]

Under any other circumstances Natasha would have loved to just lie there and enjoy the feeling that Domino’s chiseled body against her own. If that match had been a different one, one of those the redhead was more used to, maybe not only Blaze would be enjoying everything in another way. This didn’t mean she wasn’t having fun with this exploration of wrestling but at that point she was too weakened from Domino’s pummeling to feel him against her anymore.

But even as things were, with Nat barely conscious and looking defeated, the redhead found fire within herself to break the pin just before the count could reach ten and mark Domino’s win. It turned out she had some fighter’s pride in her and that wouldn’t just let her go out kindly, not at least without showing what she got.

However, one thing was in extremis breaking the pin and staying alive in the match but one way different thing was to be capable of mounting a comeback and as things were Natasha wasn’t capable of doing it. Domino didn’t look like he wanted to keep the pressure going and allowed the redhead some reprieve while throwing some teasing remark as he rested beside her. Well, respond to teasing she could do at least. “Heh… what can I say? I’m not easy to satiate…”, said Blaze while getting on all fours to try and regain her footing, but her labored breath and her slow movements hinted how she was running on fumes now.

[CyanDimitrik]

As Natasha turns over onto her hands and knees, Domino continues to watch her with full and obvious appreciation. And finally, when their eyes meet again, it's with a subtle smile. "You're an amazing woman," he murmurs. His hand reaches forward again, just to cup her chin and perhaps hold her there a moment longer; her on all fours before him, him on his knees, her head tilted up just a bit. The fingers shift, lightly stroking the soft contour of her jaw.

Then he's collecting himself, considerably faster than her. And once he's up, he's reaching for her arms to help tug her the remainder of the way onto her feet. One arm quickly hooks between her legs, his hand resting against her pert backside while the forearm cradles between her thighs. The other arm hooks over her shoulder. Both pump to swing Natasha's body easily into the air, until she's held laterally across his chest.

There, Domino turns to present the girl to the roaring audience, displaying her in her predicament in a full circle. Finally, she's brought back down as he drops to a kneel, angling forward to bash her lower back across his upturned knee in a classic backbreaker!

[Nymph]

Still on all fours while trying to get back on her feet, Natasha was now having a pretty hard time staying in the match, but managing to do so whatsoever. Her movements, however, were so slow hinting her actual levels of strain and exhaustion that there wasn’t much the redhead could do to protect herself though. But instead of ruthlessly capitalizing on this weakened state Domino took some instants to just cup Blaze’s face and compliment her in a display of chivalry that didn’t take Nat by surprise based on the man’s previous behavior but was welcome nonetheless. She would have loved to throw some reciprocating remark but at that point she didn’t have any energy to muster her words while trying to recover.

Sadly this was still a match and with her pin break Nat had shown that she was still in it so soon enough aggression had to resume, and the redhead couldn’t do much as she was being set for something. “Oh no…”, she managed to muster just before the backbreaker hit and sent powerful waves of pain through her body. She writhed in the hold, unable to even scream from the pain, her only reaction her fading squirming and a faint distressed groan.