Between Snakes and Domino Pieces - Brielle Morgan VS Domino

[Afterhoursclub]

Brielle hit the corner back-first with a loud THUD. The impact made her groan and left her dazed. Still, with her blurry vision, she fixed her eyes on Domino, who was already approaching. The goth girl smirked... waiting for the boy to get closer... keeping her playful attitude regardless of being on the receiving end of her opponent's offense.

As Domino approached and placed his forearm on her chest, she let out another grunt- feeling the push on her upper body.

"Well..then, cowboy..." she uttered between gritted teeth after hearing a hint of admiration for her toned figure escape the model's lips. "What are you going to do now...?" she whispered into his face. Once again, the proximity of their figures made it easy for some more teasing to take place... fixing her eyes directly into the boy's, showcasing a wide grin.

Soon, the warmth of his palm graced her exposed midsection, lingering on the crevices of the toned abdomen for what the goth girl noticed was a second too long. She let out a low chuckle, gifting Domino with more graceful words: "You like it?" followed by a wink. And then...

-THUD-

"Oooff!" The first punch came, sinking deep into her abdominal wall. Forcing the air out of her lungs with a long wheeze. She kept staring at Domino, wincing but with her smile still unbroken.

-SMACK- another strike, drilling deeper into her toned core. Testing the resilience of her abs. She closed one eye in a pained gesture, but her gaze remained on the model's purple orbs.

She waited for the moment Domino drew his arm back to deliver another thunderous blow. And then, her features suddenly lit up like a torch. Her eyes beamed.

"I can play rough too..."

Taking advantage of their closeness, the dark-haired gal lifted one leg, looking to drive her kneecap with crushing force straight into Domino's gut before he could fire that third punch. If this were successful, she would try to grab her hunched-over opponent and shove him into the corner instead, completely reversing their positions.

[CyanDimitrik]

She's kind of a freak.

That's what Domino thinks as he leans into Brielle Morgan, his forearm crossing her chest, the other hand brushing along her stomach. The fingertips trace the lines of her abdominal muscle appreciatively, exploring along the navel to the edge of her corset.

The first hammers into her belly, and he doesn't shy back from that intense eye contact with her, nor that smile. The forearm braces her back against the turnbuckle, vulnerable. The first hammers in again, clearly testing the durability of those abs, their firmness and fortitude. The pain is written on her face, but along with it, there's an obvious enjoyment and challenge.

She's a good kind of freak. The same kind he is. The kind who gets an undeniable thrill out of testing a body, out of wrestling when it hurts. It's supposed to hurt. You're supposed to leave the ring aching. He can tell she gets that. It's like she's encouraging that. He's into it.

Her knee thrusts upwards, catching him in the chiseled midsection in return. "Huff!" He lurches forward, the hand now set to the middle rope to catch himself while the other forearm continues to lean into Brielle's chest. Then with a quick turn, he finds himself pressed back into the turnbuckle in her place, his arms tossed over the top ropes to either side.

His head whips back with a gasp before tilting forward again, reacquiring the lock with her gaze.

"Something tells me you like it like that," he challenges, the corner of his lips quirking upwards in a smirk despite the situation.

[Afterhoursclub]

The tension, the struggle... and the thrill of a tough challenge... all these were the emotions running through the Brit's mind as those fists came hammering onto her core, waking something inside her- Not just the pain, but also enjoyment, an enjoyment that materialized as the smile that never seemed to leave her face. Regardless of how perilous her situation was...

There was always a certainty... win or lose, she was gonna have a good time, as long as her opponent played along.

And Domino? -He was perfect for the occasion!

Brielle sank her kneecap deep into the model's gut, forcing the boy to hunch forward while letting out a wheezing burst of air from his mouth. The dark-haired gal followed up immediately by grabbing his head firmly and swiftly rotating herself, shoving him forcefully into the corner instead. The ropes shook, bouncing up and down after the hard slam against the turnbuckle before turning still once again.

For a moment, the entire world disappeared in front of Brielle's eyes; it was as if the crowd, the noise, the lights... Heck! The whole building turned into a big black void- Except for the ring and the person with whom she was currently sharing it. She approached Domino, still reeling in the corner after the powerful blow to his toned midsection. She playfully pressed herself against his body, keeping him pinned with the ring post. And from a slight instant, they were so close that their panting breaths brushed each other's faces. There, Brielle leaned in just a bit more, if only to answer him...

She chuckled with a devilish smile: "I do...!"

Right after this, she grabbed both of Domino's hanging wrists and pulled them under the top rope, keeping his arms tensed and fixed in place with the help of the rope. Making sure he couldn't block what came next. Brielle made some space between them, still holding Domino's arms, and quickly fired another knee to his gut...

Then another, and a third...

"You have no idea how much, love!"

[CyanDimitrik]

Similarly, as Brielle presses her body against Domino's, bringing them into tight contact, everything else fades out except the tactile senses of the ropes, the padded cornerpost behind him, and Brielle's body, her breath against his lips. The pressure stimulates everything in just the wrong/right ways, and Domino instinctively reciprocates with an arch, pushes his defined pectorals into her breasts - in part to show interest or a latent, physical desire, and in part to give a demonstration of defiance towards Brielle's physical pressure.

Her answer is in no way surprising. He's confident he has a read on this girl now.

He doesn't have a chance to either reward, nor rebuff her, however. His wrists are pulled, cinching his arms tight along the cables, and her knee thuds into his solidly packed midsection.

"Unfh!"

The first hit rocks his body, causing him to jolt against the corner post. Then a second hit drills in. "Ungh!" His head pitches forward, his abdominals visibly clenched, bracing for impact against-- there it is, a third hit to follow. His shoulders and head are forced forward, jaw firmed and teeth grit together, his eyes squeezed shut.

[Afterhoursclub]

The goth girl enjoyed the feeling of control. Pressing herself against the model, cornering him, and preparing him for continuous punishment gave her precisely that. Among other unexpected sensations that slowly crept up into her subconscious.

For a brief moment, standing so close to Domino and peering into the boy's eyes, she managed to see an ever-present spark of defiance, the same one he had carried throughout the entire encounter. Even in his current predicament, he was still trying to push her away, ignoring her teasing games and acting seemingly unfazed before her pressuring gaze.

She takes a second before pulling his arms and driving a knee into his gut.

There it was again! The feeling of control... total control over an opponent- And yet, something didn't feel right, almost as if said control was a mere illusion.

She drove another knee, even deeper than the previous one, and the model folded over her leg. He tightened his core, looking to shield himself, but this only pushed the Brit into putting more force and momentum into the third and final knee.

-THUD-

Domino hunched over, and Brielle released the grip on her wrists. Letting him walk a few steps to see if he would fall or remain on his two feet. Her eyes follow his figure closely, smirking but staying alert.

After a few instants, Brielle's impatient mind overcomes her caution... Walking next to Domino and wrapping one arm behind his neck, keeping him pressed tightly against her figure with a side headlock. "How about you take a closer look, love!" She chuckles, shooting back at his compliment from earlier. Brielle tightens her hold, pulling the man out of the corner...

One step... two steps... and then, several steps until suddenly she found herself running toward the center of the squared circle. Swiftly jumping into the air with her opponent in two, attempting to drive him headfirst into the canvas with a running Bulldog.

[CyanDimitrik]

The conclusion Domino can reach, at least in the space between that final knee and whatever comes next, is that the both of them might have a thing for midsections. His own, sleekly chiseled and defined, has been featured on many magazines the world over, ranging from fashion to fitness. A vain individual might call it expected. Domino, in this particular moment, can't help but wish they were a less appealing target after that barrage, however.

When some space is given, he indeed staggers forward a step, arms wrapped around his aching middle. When her arm hooks his head, however, he swaps tracks and loops one arm around her waist, the other hand set to her hip for stability.

"You're.. lovin' the attention..," he chides back to her, despite the headlock and being obviously lead.

He goes with her, mostly due to the weakened core preventing him from mounting a defense just yet. And soon, he finds himself running - his head raising - then BAM. His upper-body is spiked against the mat chest-first in a bulldog, knocking the wind out of him. Instinctively, Domino twists to the side to sprawl on his back with a dazed, muted groan.

[Afterhoursclub]

Brielle kept the model's head safely tucked and squeezed against her torso under the headlock for a beat, not enough force to hurt too badly, but just enough to keep him from getting any sort of rest. She smirked, hearing Domino's snarky remark while being held, and the goth was quick to return the teasing, alluding to his own words from earlier:

"When you got a face like yours, can you blame me, Hon'?" She giggled. And then, she began running.

-SLAM- The ring shook when both landed back on the mat, but only one of them seemed in any condition to continue leading the encounter. The Running Bulldog had effectively left Domino stunned and seemingly defenseless for the time being. Something that Brielle was not gonna let go to waste.

She remained in a sitting position after the fall, watching the crowd around the arena before darting a mischievous look toward her downed opponent. She quickly crawled closer to him until she was sitting right next to Domino's sprawled form. Smiling, Brielle ran one finger playfully across the model's toned midsection, feeling a slight sense of satisfaction, the kind she got when controlling a match...

"You know, you seem even cuter all sleepy..." she smirked, circling and pressing down onto the spots where some bruising was starting to form after the punishing knees from before. "Let's keep you like that!"

Brielle's hands swooped to Domino's head and pulled him into a sitting position. Brielle then sat right behind him and snaked one arm tightly around the man's neck, while using the other to grab her wrist and press. Locking a textbook sleeper hold. Seeking to put Domino down for the count.

[CyanDimitrik]

Domino was dazed, but not out. The match was young yet by his standards - he'd only just begun to wrestle with this chick. But try as he might to get himself to move just yet, the strength wasn't recovered enough. It's all about the breath. Gotta get it running again. That's what powers the muscles. So a part of him expects she'll try to capitalize on the moment and drape her body across his for a pin. Instead, he finds fingertips exploring his chiselled form, tracing the lines of his abdominal muscles.

It's fair. He pretty much did the same to her before. And it's not like he's complaining about it. Edgy and manipulative as she might be, she does have a sort of sexy 'dangerousness' to her that's difficult to deny.

The pectorals and abs begin rising and falling heavily as the breath returns. And it's just in time for her to choose to change things up. He's pulled to a seated position, and is instantly flooded with the sensation of her body tucking in tight behind his back. Her arm hooks his throat, the pressure is applied, and Domino instantly lashes out before himself, instinctively attempting to just muscle away, but to little avail.

[Afterhoursclub]

The proximity of their bodies, the warmth of their figures pressing against each other, Brielle's breath against Domino's neck. It all felt intoxicatingly personal, yet it was still part of why Brielle enjoyed wrestling as a whole: Keeping an opponent under control, and dictating the pace of the encounter- especially one who has proved to be as capable as the model boy.

She couldn't avoid it, it was just who she was... While her cousin Ashley focused solely on sheer brute force and dominance, Brielle enjoyed exploring the subtleties every encounter offered. And exploiting them to the maximun.

The result would often be the same, however: Her standing triumphant over her beaten foe, immediately going on the lookout for her next prey.

"Huh!" Brielle pressed her bicep tighter against Domino's neck, increasing the pressure of the sleeper hold. "You seem so... red, honey," She teased. "Are you blushing for me?"

The goth girl giggled, wiggling her prey around for a bit before focusing on the hold once again.

"Perhaps this will help you to relax!" Having said this, Brielle let herself fall back, lifting Domino just enough for her to wrap her legs around his torso, adding a bodyscissor to the already suffocating maneuver.

She was in a dominant position, but her arms were starting to feel the fatigue of the prolonged choke. Still, she did her best to ignore this and continue squeezing for as long as she could.