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.

[Nymph]

Despite Natasha being quite proficient back in her previous career as a sexfighter, transitioning to pro-wrestling sure was an endeavor and what a better moment to realize this in its full glory than when a rival has you completely under control. The elbow drop was bad enough to have Blaze curling against herself and trying to cup her stomach, but what was coming was even worse. Natasha would’t be allowed to wallow in her pained state. Instead she was brought to attention by Domino’s firm grip on her fiery locks, then on her chin. This gave her some small hints: no matter how rough the world of wrestling was, Domino was having her well being in mind, being even delicate with her all while respecting her wishes and treating her like a proper rival. This was what Nat had wanted and now she was getting her first impression on a proper wrestling match from maybe the best rival possible.

Of course none of those thoughts were of relevance when Blaze was forced on a standing position and felt how Domino trapped her legs with his and then pressed her backwards, locking an abdominal stretch hold that made her let out a long, low groan of pain. Nat’s ab muscles went taut and starting sending pain signals to her brain. The situation was desperate and Blaze had been taking it for some time now. She squirmed in the hold in search for an escape but couldn’t find a proper way of freeing herself. She started to panic. Her midriff was burning and she could feel her whole body feeling heavier by the second. She had just taken too much. “Aaaaagggh… no more… please!” In between pained groans, and knowing the match wouldn’t end even if she tapped, Nat started pleading for her punishment to stop.

[CyanDimitrik]

And there it was. Natasha Vaughn, a.k.a. Blaze, is trapped helplessly in the precursor of one of Domino's finishers. Her slender, toned body is stretched out, focusing on showing off the sleekness of her midsection and emphasizing the curvature of her breasts; a fact the cameras are devouring. Her twisted figure wrapped around Domino's commanding frame, his hand exploring the appealing span of bare midsection while her expression is written in pain, giving rise to pleas for mercy, immortalized for magazine covers and posters.

The referee hovers nearby, waiting for... nothing. Begging to be released isn't the same as tapping out or calling out the submission - but even if it were, this match can't end with that. She can only watch and see if the girl passes out from the hold. Then she could maybe tell him to let go, for fear of injury.

Not that Domino has any interest in pushing it to that level. Even now, as she begins pleading with him, he intends to give her the full ride until she's pliable. Ready. Fully submissive. She stepped into the ring to experience this, and he's going to give it to her. He's going to physically dominate her in front of all these people and remove any question or doubt of who came out on top tonight. Her first experience in the wrestling ring is going to be informative. Primal in its struggle. And with him.

"Not yet," he says, angling his head to try to look towards the girl's unbelievably pretty face. The hand that had up 'til now only been appreciatively stroking along the girl's midsection and belly button now centers of the pit of her stomach. The fingers curl, probing out the definition of her abdominal muscles, outlining with the fingertips. And in her defenseless state, taut as she is, the fingers press in, squeezing tight against the abdominal muscles in a punishing stomach claw. His torso wrenches back, adding more strain to her waist simultaneously. And there it is; a brutalizing finisher.

"This is the Sterling Stretch!," he says. "You're only getting out of it when you submit! Can you take it!?"

[Nymph]

The match had been going for quite a while. It had had its ups and downs and despite being Natasha’s baptism of fire in actual wrestling the fiery-maned had managed to land some good hits and maintain the initiative for some time, even making a pretty impressive save that had the crowd’s approval. However, for the last minutes her inexperience had got the worst of her, and being completely pained and exhausted it was becoming clear that Blaze’s options for the match now were lower than minimal. Domino had played his cards well and had managed to trap Blaze in his grasp, sealing a powerful submission hold from which she couldn’t escape and that wouldn’t mean a finish to the match since this was a pin only one. A perfect seal to Nat’s fate.

Natasha clenched her teeth and tried to fight back through the pain that was coming from her abs and her waist, beads of sweat pearling her taut midriff muscles as she shook in her predicament, her fiery locks sticking to her forehead while she denied with her head as if that could make her dismiss the burning sensation. It didn’t work. She tried to endure for a little longer, knowing how every camera flash and video was exploiting her distress for views, how her desperate struggle would be a turn-on to many. She couldn’t blame them, even she saw the appeal to that even if she didn’t like being the focus of it.

And Domino wasn’t even done. Just when Natasha thought things couldn’t get worse for her Domino decided to turn up the dial of his lock, teaching Blaze the difference between a regular submission move and a finisher. Suddenly even stronger jolts of pain coursed Nat’s body, straining her hips and abs. She threw her head back and wailed in despair and pain, tears threatening to escape from the corners of her closed eyes. She desperately tried to pry the claw abusing her abs but she couldn’t force Domino to stop. Soon enough her legs were trembling from the overwhelming pain and in no time Blaze was completely broken, desperately tapping with her hand against Domino’s thigh in the midst of her cries of pain to signal her surrender, pleading him for that torture to stop even if that wouldn’t mean the match’s end.

[CyanDimitrik]

The referee almost instinctively signals a bell, only to catch herself. Nope. Can't do that. Not tonight. This match requires a pin. A lengthy pin, at that. She fretfully looks between Domino's and Natasha's faces.

Domino, meanwhile, was waiting for exactly this moment. Feeling the hand first try to paw at his claw and relieve the pain is to be expected. They all do that. And when they realize that that crushing pressure, that unique agony, isn't going anywhere nearly fast enough, their self-preservation instincts kick in and they begin tapping. Right on cue, that hand has moved to his leg, tapping, accompanying her wails of anguish.

The release is almost instant, but it has to be measured out. Even now, when he's brutalizing her, he's trying to take more care of her than he would a typical opponent. Normally, he might just disengage and let them collapse in on themselves. But not here, not now. The first adjustment is the most direct source of pain - the claw. The fingers ease up rapidly, until his palm is simply resting on her stomach. Then he tilts himself sidelong to relax her waist into a more upright position. No more pain, just a tangle of his body against hers, with his leg still hooked over her thigh.

Nudging his hips forward, he attempts to guide the girl down to her knees with him, letting her rest against his back. The arm that once crossed over her shoulders and behind her neck has withdrawn, now instead crossing more comfortably across her chest to cup her chin from behind and gently turn her face towards his over her shoulder. The cameras will be eating up this intimate pose, as well.

"It's time to finish you off." His words are breathless, his heart pounding hard behind her shoulder. "You want the full thing..? Or.." He leaves the question open-ended. He won't hold it against her if she wants him to take it easy on her after she'd already submitted. Though a part of him wants her to take it. To prove to herself that she can take punishment and not want to end her career there.

Still. He doesn't want to hurt her by going too far. She'll know what she can handle. What she's daring to take on.

[Nymph]

Natasha didn’t have to frantically tap against Domino’s thigh for long before the man would release her. Based on the shaking coming from her legs, Nat was ready for some faceplanting the very moment her rival released her, but in her world of pain it became a nice surprise noticing how despite her legs completely gave up Domino took some more trouble than he needed to and instead of completely releasing her he just adjusted his position so he could gently let her to rest, the two of them going on their knees with Natasha resting against his body.

Thing with solid submission holds is that the pain doesn’t stop just after release, it slowly fades and now that she was released Natasha only felt a slight relief. Her abs still burnt with pain and she instantly cupped them all while Domino held her tightly but with care in one of those intimate scenes that looked more out of a bedroom than a wrestling ring, but he still pulled them off. An offering was made: Domino could end things in a flashy way with what was surely a spectacular finish or he could make it only halfway so it wouldn’t be as rough on Natasha. The fiery-haired pondered in the midsts of her pained state. Her body was screaming at her to take the halfway finisher, but a fighter pride had grown within her, some voice that told her that if she took that deal she wouldn’t be worthy of the ring she was stepping in.

For some seconds Nat just breathed deep, chest rising and falling while she pondered with her eyes closed. It was a tough decision because the ramifications of both options had serious implications for the redhead. In the end there was only one answer Blaze could give. With winded-up voice she started talking before she could regret her decision.

“I can… take it…”