Blaze vs Domino - Performance of a Lifetime

[CyanDimitrik]

BAM.

The collision of Natasha's back over Domino's knee is a heavy, reverberating shock felt by both - painful for Natasha, without a doubt. There's no holding back on it. She wanted to keep in the fight, to prove her strength and tenacity, this is her time to do it. Her chance to shine and show Domino just how tough she is. He's already impressed that she got her shoulder up in the previous pin. So this is his way of complimenting her - the best way a professional wrestler knows how.

She's still on his knee, of course. Her body arched, the lines of her supply body accentuated in the dramatic hang from his knee. His hand sets beneath her chin again, the other hand moving to her thigh to keep her stabilized in that arch. But soon, it becomes about wrenching pained cries from the girl as both push downwards, arching her further over his knee. Domino leans over her heavily in the process, his chest hovering just over her stomach as he strains her.

The referee-girl drops to her knees beside Natasha, but not for a submission. Submitting wouldn't accomplish anything but to show the audience that she's had as much as she can take! It'd gain sympathy from them, but it wouldn't end the match! This contest will only end in a pin!

[Nymph]

Nat had proved her mettle and her willpower by breaking the pin almost at the last second, but there was still a difference between staying alive in the match and having real options and to have real options of winning Blaze had to recover some of her strength first. However that wasn’t easy either because in order to get there she had to resist and find a way to escape the backbreaker she was trapped into. A part of her had been expecting that she would be released after impact, maybe with a new pinning attempt, but that wasn’t happening soon and the redhead’s voice paid the price.

“Graaaaagh!!!” Blaze’s distressed cries of pain echoed as the redhead’s back was bent to its limit, Domino upping the pressure on her. There was no escaping this and despite that there was some fire inside the redhead that compelled her to keep resisting, her hand frantically trembling on the air close to the man’s leg as if contemplating wether to tap or not. It would be to no avail, the match would only end with a long pin and even knowing this it was too hard to resist the urge to tap out. Denying with her head as if to gain some resolve, Natasha writhed in the hold but her situation was dire.

[CyanDimitrik]

As Natasha's screams fill the arena, it riles up the audience on both sides. Half the crowd is urging the redhead to fight on, to rally somehow against the odds, to power out of the hold and take him down. The other half of the arena is in a frenzy watching the beautiful, defiant rookie arched and suffering. The curve of the sustained backbreaker does a marvelous job of showing off Natasha's sleek body, tautly displayed beneath Domino's hovering torso. Her hand lifting, trembling, looking ready to signal her submission to him brings the audience to peak in volume, anticipation building.

He pushes a tighter, forcing the top of Natasha's head closer to the mat behind her. His chest grazes against her abdomen at this deep angle, lasting a few long seconds before finally releasing her. He could feel that energy in the air, but he doesn't want Natasha tapping out to that. He would have been able to hold her in that punishing state as long as he had the will to, and with a body like hers, the spirit is definitely willing. But he wants something more special than that. There's an appealing thrill in the idea of her submitting to him during a pinning match; he's decided he wants that. He wants her signaling she's his before the final bell. But he wants her tapping out to something more grand, something anyone would have to tap to.

So Natasha, having held out a little longer, stays in the fight. So to speak. He rolls her off his knee and ensures the girl is lying flat on her back before rising to his full height. He takes a single step back, a brief moment to admire her vulnerable state, then a quick torque to the side and his legs kick out from beneath himself. His upper-body angles flat, and the elbow comes blazing down, landing lengthwise across her bare stomach and the abdominal muscle padding the blow!

[Nymph]

Natasha’s cries filled the arena now that it was clear that she was in the losing side of things, at least for the moment. The redhead knew well that she had to just endure that pain until she found a way of escaping but was also aware of the fact that as her pain and exhaustion started digging deeper within her her window of opportunity grew thinner and it would soon close. Domino was respecting Blaze as a competitor, not patronizing the woman despite her lesser experience and that was exactly what Nat respected most of him and in a way what had led her to seek the thrill of competition in pro-wrestling and LAW.

And despite the predicament that excruciatingly painful backbreaker was Blaze noticed something else. She could feel how her writhing pained body, her cries of strained pain presented her as a beautiful victim and that enthralled not only the crowd but her rival himself. She could feel Domino wanting to claim her, to conquer her body and make her submit and to be honest she was too close to tap out just when Domino released her. The relief was fleeting though because just as Nat was starting to think about rolling over and getting some space Domino went back at her with an elbow drop that got her hugging her pained stomach. It really looked like Domino wasn’t willing to relinquish control.

[CyanDimitrik]

Elbow and bicep land squarely across Natasha's bare stomach, gravity and weight contesting against the density of her abdominal muscles. He draws the arm back in time for her to curl against herself, and gathers himself to his knees, perching high. His left arm reaches down for a fistful of her luxurious hair near the roots, tugging the girl to lift her head and shoulders off the mat. It's the "cruelest" thing he's done to her tonight, but a part of him suspects she'll understand why. She may not appreciate it, in her given circumstance... but he thinks she'll at least get it. Because with her nursing her stomach, him holding her up a little by the hair, and his other fist raising high into the air, it's the clearest signal to intention possible for the audience.

He's in control. He's about to dominate her in front of everyone.

As the arm lowers again, he hooks the hand beneath her chin to guide her up to her feet with him. That puts considerably less strain on the hair without really sacrificing the visual of it! And once standing, he draws an arm back to swing outwards in a snapping CHOP against her chest, using that open window of flesh as a target. Hopefully hard enough to spin her around to face away from him!

Suddenly, he's tight against her back, his presence pushing against her. The left leg hooks over her left thigh, pulling her legs into a wider stance. His right hand plants to her hip as he leans his upper-body beneath her right arm, securing her limb behind his back. His left arm reaches across her shoulders behind her neck, fully entangling their bodies together in the clear setup to an abdominal stretch.

As he straightens his back and forces her torso to tilt sideways, his arm curls around her neck to press his forearm against her chin in an effort to turn her face towards him; he's seeking that eye contact with her. And should he get it, there's a wry smile to meet her. In this moment of restraint and only mild strain, Domino's right hand slides up from her hip to her waist.

"Gocha."

He resumes straightening his posture, taking his time with her in the hold, easing her into the tighter and tighter strain along her torso, all while watching her descend. A part of him wants to see that defiance and stubbornness on her face in spite of the odds, in spite of the pain now starting to mount along her ribs - and as he begins a slow sideways twist, along her stomach.

Once fully settled into the abdominal stretch submission hold, the right hand slides inwards from her ribs to her abs. It could be seen as a stabilizing measure, by some. For others, they recognize it as the precursor to his finisher - the abdominal stretch is only half the pain she's about to endure. But for Domino, it's a bit of the latter, mixed in with an opportunistic feel along the girl's midsection; an appreciative brush of the palm of his hand slowly sweeping her taut, feminine abs before settling over her bellybutton.