Hardcore PoW Match: Kimmy Colton VS Drake "Domino" Vyril

[Caborn]

Kimmy was groaning in pain as the tried to recover after smacking her face into the turnbuckles. The red clad woman wanted to beat Drake bloody for that, but she was too dazed by the impact to get up right away. Soon enough, though, her opponent would come over and help get her up. Growling angrily as he pulled her hair, the brunette would get to her feet albeit stumbling slightly. But Drake wanted payback on the bitchweight. So, he’d lead her over to the ropes where he’d force her halfway between them before pulling back on her head. With his fingers locked under her chin, Kimmy would find herself being bent backwards as the crowd cheered her opponent on.

“Rrrrrraaaaahhh!!! Fuck you!!!” she’d snarl at Drake as he bent her over the rope. Her chest being pushed forward as he stretched her out painfully. Causing her to squirm and groan in agony. “When I get out…of this…you’re gonna be…in a world of pain dumbass!” Kimmy would bark at him. Threatening her opponent as she struggled in his grasp.

[CyanDimitrik]

"Good reason to-," Drake jams his right knee into her lower back as he pulls tighter on her chin, wrenching the hold harder, "-not let you free!"

A part of him knows that Kimmy's body probably looks incredible to the cameras in this moment - stretched fully, breasts pushed out, tight muscletone flexed. She may not be much for personality, but she's an athletic specimen. It almost makes the attitude worse!

He doesn't make her suffer long in that extra excruciating angle of the hold, however. His boot plants to the mat again, letting the angle relax a little. The model slips in closer behind her, bringing his black and white-clad hips against Kimmy's backside, his toned chest against her shoulders. Rather hand hook both hands under her chin, he hooks his left arm in their place, cradling her chin in the crook of his elbow to keep her upright and a little arched against the ropes.

His newly-freed hand swings in lower, setting to the girl's waist. His hand slides further forward, fingers sliding along the etched lines of her abdominal muscles pushing against her singlet before finding the center of her belly.

"Damn, you've got abs," he murmurs appreciatively to her, his voice quirked with a level of wry humor.

The hand departs her midsection, fingers curling into a fist, and slings inwards again to bash his fist into her unprotected midsection once. Twice! Three times!

[Caborn]

Kimmy would continue to growl like a trapped animal as she was stretched out by her opponent. Drake's body rubbing against her didn't exactly make her any happier. Feeling him rub his hips against her ass causing her to grit her teeth in anger as she struggled harder. The stud would keep a tight grip on her, though. Wrapping his arm around her neck, Drake would lock her in tight as his bicep pressed into her jugular. This wasn't the end of it as the bitchweight was about to get even more pissed by what he did next. Soon enough, Kimmy felt his free hand rubbing all over her impressive abs making her growl as her face turned red.

"Uuck! Stop that you...fucking perv!" the red clad woman snarled as her muscles were being groped. "I don't care...if some pervert...like you...likes my abs, damnit!" Kimmy barked after Drake praised her toned midsection. Soon enough, though, the man would stop fondling her abs and start punishing them, instead. Drake would beat his fist into her stomach repeatedly. Striking her three times as she grunted and coughed from the punches. Unwilling to be this punk's little punching bag, Kimmy would suddenly pull her head forward as best she could before swinging herself back. Looking to give Drake a jarring headbutt in an attempt to free herself. If that wasn't enough, then the bitchweight would bite down on her opponent's arm as it choked her. Sinking her teeth into his bicep like a pissed off she wolf.

[CyanDimitrik]

Domino wasn't much of a pervert, really. He could appreciate the female form, especially with a finely-honed athletic specimen like Kimmy. But does he chase? Ogle? Stare? Womanize? Nah, not his thing. This, however, was extra-curricular specifically because she was already throwing shade at him. While sincere in his admiration of her abs, that was intended to absolutely get her goat. And it seemed to work. It seemed to work out ba~a~a~ad.

Get it?

She throws her head back, but in her arched position, there isn't enough leverage to do more than bonk the back of her head against his cheekbone. It earns a grunt of surprise and pain, but he tilts his head away to avoid further headbanging shenanigans. The bite, however - that one's less anticipated. Less he can do about that. Her teeth clamp onto his arm, and it elicits a shocked yelp.

"AACK!"

The punching punishment ceases, and the hand instead quickly reaches up to grab a fistful of her hair, trying to pull back and coax her to release. The moment she does, his arm withdraws from her and he lets her hair go, all in favor of checking his arm for any punctures.

"You better not be rabid!," he calls behind her.

[Caborn]

Chomping down on Drake's arm, Kimmy would manage to make her opponent yelp like a little girl before releasing his hold on her. As soon as he was off her, the bitchweight would start breathing heavily. Slowly regaining her strength as she filled her lungs with air, the brunette would hear her opponent whinging about her having rabies or something. "Hah! ...if anyone's...diseased here...it's you, asshole!" Kimmy would bark back at Drake as she turned herself around to face him. Still leaning against the ropes, the woman would soon muster up her strength before launching herself at the cocky man in front of her.

Rushing straight at him, the bitchweight would make it look like she planned to tackle the guy. However, at the last second she'd duck low and try to swing around his body like it was a stripper pole. That way, she could grab both of his shoulders from behind and before attempting to jump up and backwards while dragging him down with her! That way, she could pull in her knees so that when he landed on top of the woman, her knees would be driven straight into his back for a vicous landingh. That would put this punk back in his place for sure as she tried to nail with a vengeance for all his trash talk and for beating on her on the ropes like that.

[CyanDimitrik]

"I dunno... you sound pretty toxic on your own!" It was a quip. A smug one. One Domino knows is off-beat, and even requires a little self-awareness to land. But no regrets here. If it gets her goat, even by the audacity of it, that's going on the scoreboard.

Of course, he's still shaking out his arm to try to ease the sting of her animal-bite savagery. So when she suddenly springs at him, she catches him around the shoulders. She whirls, plants behind him, and his back spikes against the knees. Instantly, his back is arched as he sits up before dropping to the side on the mat, frozen in shocked pain.

[Caborn]

"Grrrrr...keep laughing ass hole...I'm gonna shut that mouth up one way or another!" Kimmy would snarl back at Drake as the man continued to taunt her. As soon as they charged at each other, the bitchweight was on a mission to beat this punk down. Managing to swing around his torso with a fire in her eyes, Kimmy would jump up and drag him down on top of her knees for a vicious backstabber! The impact causing him to spring up in pain before flopping down on the ring like a dead fish. Wasting no time, the brunette would crawl over to her opponent quickly and flip him over onto his chest before she'd sit down on his back.

"So you think I'm toxic huh? You haven't seen anything yet you fuck!" Kimmy would growl sadistically as she began to hook his arms over her knees. That way, she could reach down and pull up on his neck as the woman tried to lock Drake into a Camel Clutch! He'd had so much fun stretching out her back that the bitchweight figured she should return the favor. Looking to make him feel even more pain and humiliation than the punk had inflicted on her. "Aaaaww! Look at this little pussy~ Such a big mouth...and just look where it got your dumb ass~" Kimmy laughed mockingly as she wrenched back on his spine. Even going so far as to use one hand to hook her finger on the side of his mouth and start pulling it to the side sadistically.

[CyanDimitrik]

Domino needed a moment to recollect himself after the backstabber. Unfortunately, a moment was not something he was going to get. He was made to endure the relentless mocking of his snarky opponent as he's rolled over and sat upon. His arms are taken and drawn back, hooked over her knees to lock him into an arch. And finally, he's pulled back as she shouts at the crowd, forcing a pained groan from the male in the process.

Now isn't the time for saucy retorts. Now is the time to pool strength and endure. Domino slams his eyes shut, focusing on his breathing to try to work through the pain. That is, until she hooks a grubby finger into his mouth. That's a new one.

"Ergh!"

Eyes shoot open again, feeling his lips pulled. Of course, with the nature of the match, there's nothing he could really count on the referee for tonight other than the final pin! The elicits an awkward pained cry from the model, his feet thrashing against the mat behind him. Until finally, he tries to turn his head just enough to catch that offending finger between his teeth. His turn to bite back!