Blaze vs Domino - Performance of a Lifetime

[CyanDimitrik]

Domino is sure the audience is watching with rapt interest. After making Natasha scream in pain and frustration, the two are now resting on their knees, wrapped together like the cover of a romance novel. But at the same time, they know that this match has to come to an end. And even without hearing the words, most of them understand that this is some iteration of preparing the girl for what's coming. There have been enough light, meaningful touches throughout the evening to signal an interest between them.

But at the end of the day, they're competitors. Both fighting for dominance. Both agreed to face the other in a full-contact sport. Someone has to go down.

Domino's hand presses just a hint tighter into Natasha's midsection when she gives her response, a pure reaction to the adrenaline injection. "I know you can," he offers encouragingly. It might seem a strange thing, in retrospect. But in the moment, he couldn't be more pleased to hear it. The hand supporting her chin tilts a little as he leans closer, briefly nudging his forehead against hers.

And finally, it's time to end this.

Domino leans forward to gently deposit Natasha on the mat, first facedown. But his hands move to her shoulder and hip to pull her over in a roll, lying her on her back. Next, the hands go for her wrists, stretching the arms above her head to criss-cross and leave her body taut on the mat. That is, unless she just.. you know, lowers the arms again. But for now, the goal is to leave her midsection taut and unprotected.

Domino briefly touches a hand to her cheek before pushing off with the knees to stand again. Facing the audience, he grabs the top ropes and begins climbing, one set at a time. Higher and higher, the model ascends until he stands perched and balanced with boots upon either topmost cable. His arms thrust high into the air, sleek body flexed on display to the crowd to signal what's about to come.

[Nymph]

Natasha’s foray into pro-wrestling was being quite strange. Yes, it was being a true baptism of fire, showing the redhead the ropes and teaching her a lesson in how a match’s tempo worked, but most of all what Nat was learning was how physically rough things could get in the heat of a match. However, there was this strange sensation, this lingering atmosphere between her and her rival. Just what was going on there? Domino wasn’t pulling his punches, or at least that was what the redhead thought, but he was being delicate with her and sometimes? Sometimes he was being utter romantic, something almost out of a tacky romance novel. The way he sometimes cupped her face with his hands or how he let her rest against his body. That wasn’t a hentai match so those kind of mindgames weren’t expected. Had Domino managed to lull Nat into compliance with his nice words and his elegant act or was this something else?

Once again, Natasha didn’t have much time to ponder over any of this. She was finally set on the canvas where her pained muscles could relax after the constant strain, but it was a fleeting sensation because Domino quickly set her arms up so her abdomen was taut. She didn’t bother to move them because she knew this would only make the finisher that was coming easier to take but that didn’t mean it would be easy. Moreso, it wasn’t as if her body was capable of moving much at the time. After one of those moments of intimacy where Domino was giving her reassurance he parted ways with her. Blaze was resolved to not close her eyes for this, at least until the very moment where it was just a reflex of her body. She looked at Domino’s figure while he climbed the turnbuckles and pointed upwards to signal everybody in the crowd that a finisher was coming. Her breathing was quick and anxious, but she did her best to try and relax so the hit wouldn’t be that hard. After all, pain was momentary and that’s what Blaze told to herself as she waited for the hammer to fall.

[CyanDimitrik]

This bout would certainly be one that lingers in memory. Not only for the caliber of looks on display, between Natasha Vaughn's sensually extravagant style and Domino's... well, being a male model, but for the chemistry between the two. There was more promised by the end of this match, making their contest here something of a mating dance; testing each other, daring one another to give their all and prove their worth. And now it has come down to this: the final moments of their on-screen encounter.

The beauty lies on her back.

The beast stands tall and poised, signaling the imminent end.

The audience is on their feet, some desperately urging Natasha to find her strength. Others urge Domino to crush her and take what's his. Both sides, fight fanatics thrilling at the spectacle.

Domino lets the energy of the sheer volume wash over him, penetrate his extremely bare skin into his core. Finally, with knees bending, he launches himself high into the air. His body arches far into a backwards curl, executing a single flip at the apex of his climb. Then a second flip carries the momentum, on the way back down, picture-perfect like an Olympic diver. And unfortunately for Natasha, with pinpoint accuracy.

Arms above his head and legs tucked back, Domino's chiseled abdominals are destined to land hard across Natasha's toned belly, hard muscle crushing her tightly toned stomach with the model's full weight and momentum backing it. It's the Shooting Star - symbol of his ambition to light up the sky in a singularly dazzling way.

[Nymph]

Natasha remained on the mat, limbs sprawled so her abdomen would be taut and ready for impact. This wasn’t completely by her design, she would rather be up and fighting back, but at a certain point during the last minutes her body had just stopped responding properly. From her position, Blaze could see Domino standing on the turnbuckle and rousing everyone’s attention towards himself, signaling that a something big was coming. Nat hadn’t been a part of the wrestling world for long but she was fully aware that a setup like that meant a high-flying, high impact kind of move. Just a little roll to her side and Domino would faceplant, but that would mean the match would continue and Natasha just didn’t have the energy to do so.

What remained may look like an easy task, just wait and take the finisher, but Natasha was a little scared of it, not about the pain but about the impending expectation, that feeling of helplessness as she was unable to move while her rival set something up, not knowing when exactly the hammer was falling. The redhead was lucky she was facing a decent rival like Domino since the man didn’t revel in inflicting pain or fear. Blaze decided that if this was going to be a painful experience at least she would learn from it, so she was going to look at it when it happened.

That was, at least, until Domino took flight. Then despite the spectacular double flip that sealed the Shooting Star finisher Nat closed her eyes and braced for impact, tensing her already taut abdomen. With a sound thud, Domino impacted against Nat’s body. The redhead’s whole body gave a spasmodic jerk against the hit, but went completely limp after that. Pain overwhelmed any signal Natasha could feel in her brain. There was something that she didn’t expect though. In some way, she was expecting to feel dazed or disoriented, even to fade into unconsciousness if the hit was too big, but she wasn’t expecting to feel anything. It was completely reverse: she was fully aware of all that went on but couldn’t do anything about it as her body wouldn’t react. The sensation was similar to drown in a lake of impotence, weighed down by her own exhaustion and strain. The referee didn’t lose time and kneeled besides them and started the count.

“One! … Two! … Three!”

[CyanDimitrik]

The impact is always at least a little bit of a two-sided street. One does not land belly-first across a human being's stomach without taking a bit of the impact in return. Immediately upon impact, Domino lurches into an inwards curl, his abdominal muscles contracted painfully for a flash. Then he's pushed in again, deliberately lying across her battered and crushed stomach. Legs spread, knees and toes braced against the mat, Domino's arms spread similarly, resting his elbows against the mat to arch himself from the chest up. This puts the full focus of contact between them and as much of his weight as he can collectively pressed into her bare midsection.

But she won't be doing that. Domino is extremely confident in that.

With his head lifted, he nods along with the first three counts. Were this a standard match, once again he would've had her pinned and put away. But it isn't. He's here for the long haul. And while the previous pin was plenty provocative, he fully intends to remain like this over her.

It sends a message.

"FOUR!"

It's a choice; letting her legs lie limp like this without hooking them. Letting her lie stretched out beneath him.

"FIVE!"

With his body arched in confident, dominant poise over her body. His head held high, accepting each march of the counts.

"SIX!"

He's claiming her. For everyone to see. For her to feel. This is what it means to be conquered in the ring by him, to be laid out to the point of inability to resist. There's something primitive about it all, and he wouldn't have it any other way right now. Not with her imminently becoming his 'property' over the next while as a result of this match. This moment, with his abs docked hard across hers, his athletic body glistening with a sheen of sweat, is the preamble to it.

[Nymph]

Natasha felt a strange mix of sensations. On one hand every little touch against her body, either from Domino or from the mat below and she could even swear that from air itself, sent powerful pain signals to her brain. She was fully conscious and capable of feeling that pain but at the same time there was a strange sensation of disembodiment, almost as if her body was an unpowered mech suit completely unable to move but that maintained her connection so she felt all the pain and frustration from it.

Domino was securing an easy pin on Natasha. He didn’t even bother to hook her leg so she couldn’t try and break but it didn’t look like she was going to try whatsoever. Every thought in her brain told her she should at least try but her body wasn’t responding. Well, the count was on six now, only four more seconds and it would be over…

“Seven!”

Yet, there was some embers smoldering inside Na, not enough to break a flame but trying their best. And it showed. One of her legs twitched and started moving, her knee bending with her foot against the mat.

“Eight!”

She just had to push, put some force in that leg and she could maybe break the pin. Was it worthy to try? She wasn’t sure, but the fire within her told her it wasn’t about what she could do but what she had to do.

“Nine!”

However, no matter how hard she tried, it was as if that leg weighed a ton. Not being able to apply any pressure against the mat, the leg slumped back on the canvas while Natasha let out a low groan.

“Ten!” *DING* *DING* *DING*

[CyanDimitrik]

Domino could feel it. Every subtle little tensing of muscles, every twitch. When Natasha tried to will her legs into action, he felt that tightening in her core. But as someone who'd pinned more wrestlers than he could remember, he could tell that this wasn't going to be enough. But there was a thrill to be had in feeling her still engaging, even if her body had done what her mind hadn't yet; namely, submitting.

Each count drew the tension tighter in him as well. Each count was a steady march to the finalizing, official decision. His breath hastened, each inhale pressing rhythmically against her. And at last, he feels the final tremor against the mat as hand slaps canvas.

"TEN!"

The peal of the bell soars his spirit. Domino, still lying across Natasha's stomach, nods confidently out at the roaring crowd. He basks in it; their voices blending together into white noise, the force behind it hitting in a steady, rushing invisible wave, and his music suddenly pumping.

"YOUR WINNER!," begins the announcer. "By pinfaaall! DOOOMINOOOO~!"

Every point of contact kept with Natasha at this point felt extra-curricular. Unnecessary. But that's precisely why he remained docked against her. He wanted to make it clear that he likes this position. He wanted it to be clear to her more than anyone. Being on top. Dominant over her. And he wanted her to know he liked contact with her; warm skin kissing skin, the feel of her toned belly beneath his abs.

Finally, he shifts back to his knees. The referee-girl is quick to seize his right wrist to raise his fist into the air, with her pointing at him. But in reality, he's eager for her to release him. Because once done, his attention turns swiftly to Natasha and he leans over her face. Balancing on his left hand, his right gently brushes bangs away from her eyes and brow.

"Ya gave it your all, right?," he asks with a smile. It's too loud in the arena for anyone else to hear that question. It was meant only for her.