Between Snakes and Domino Pieces - Brielle Morgan VS Domino

[Afterhoursclub]

"You alright, sunshine?" Brielle asked, "I wouldn't want anything happening to you, love!" She continued, adding even more pressure to the hold. "Let me know when it is too much for ya!"

"If you can..." she chuckled, her breath gracing his ear. Brielle didn't want it to stop, but she was genuinely curious about how long Domino could endure such a punishing hold. The lack of oxygen, the pressure on his torso, her own weight, and the immense effort to stay awake... everything falling onto the model wrestler at once.

Bagging a W over such a pretty boy this quickly would certainly be something to celebrate for the goth wrestler. And something she would never let her opponent live down. They seemed to be heading in that direction after all.

Or at least, that's what she thought-

Brielle felt a sudden, unexpected grip on her arm. Domino was trying to pull her, but rather than breaking the hold, it was as if he intended to get back to his feet, with her still on his back.

"What... are you..." Brielle was confused, but after rocking himself from side to side, the model finally gathered enough momentum to balance himself to a position where he could head to the ropes, carrying Brielle in tow until he dived, grabbing a hold of the bottom rope.

-BREAK- The referee girl called.

Brielle's eyes shot wide open; her expression was unreadable for a couple of seconds, a mixture of anger and... surprise, perhaps even a hint of admiration. A devilish smile found its way to her lips shortly after.

"My, My... you keep surprising me, dear..." she whispered directly into his ear before releasing him and walking back a few steps.

"I wonder... what else can you do?" The goth wrestler stood in the middle of the ring, hands on her hips, while she waited for the model to catch his breath.

[CyanDimitrik]

When Domino is released, he keeps one arm wrapped around the bottom rope to discourage any immediate followup. And after a few seconds of the referee-girl lingering nearby and ensuring he hasn't suffered any lingering damage from an overzealous submission hold, the model is finding his footing again. First with a knee tucking beneath himself. Then with a push up from the other leg, climbing the ropes like a flexible ladder.

At last, Domino turns around to rest his back against the cables and face her. And there she is; looking confident. Even cocky. And though he's breathing now through parted lips, he has to give a small smirk.

"I'll tell ya," he says, moving a hand to rub his neck. "I'm about to put my right boot.. into your head... in a kick. S'gonna happen fast." He straightens his posture, amethyst gaze positively gleaming with challenging energy.

It's a Hell of an arrogant thing, telegraphing a move like that. With so much information, no less! One would have to be a very confident, perhaps even cocky person to do it! But Domino... seems to mean it, if one were to judge from his wild, eager smile. And despite the strain and struggle he'd endured, he suddenly flashes forward with intense purpose!

The right knee lifts to chamber!

..Nothing! It's an absolute fakeout designed to cause her to flinch. Playing into the ego, playing into the theater, showing no sign of self-doubt in the moment. But ultimately, an attack does come. What was promising to be a superkick aimed for her jaw has morphed into a lower superkick aimed for her left knee, intent to take her balance out in a startling and painful redirection.

And, of course, the fulfillment of that promise is destined to come, if all goes according to his unreasonably cheeky plan. If Brielle finds herself dropped to a knee, in that very moment, Domino's right leg swings out to attempt to collide his boot with the side of her head in a whipping kick, resolved in a smooth spin.

[Afterhoursclub]

"Oh... my- Is that so?"

Brielle slowly brought one hand up to cover her giggling mouth. Listening to the model boy struggling to get up. His words were serious and threatening, no joking behind them; Domino really meant what he was saying, and his determined look confirmed this.

"How do you plan to do th-..."

Brielle was cut short when she suddenly saw the model leaping toward her, knee raised- looking to deliver a hard blow to pay her back for the choke. The Brit braced herself, covering her cover with both flex arms and even raising one leg. Something that would prove to be a poor choice, for the knee never arrived- It was all a feint.

"Guhh...!" A swift kick landed instead, striking her left knee and disrupting her balance. She was left stumbling, barely remaining upright when a second kick came in her direction. Domino was looking to deliver on his promise.

It was just a fraction of a second, Brielle forgot about trying to remain standing, and focused on the kick, lifting one arm to block her face.

-SMACK-

It was a hard, hollow impact that sent Brielle down to the canvas, lying on her side. Her forearm was burning with stinging pain right where the kick had landed. A powerful blow that would have caused real, serious damage had it struck its intended target.

"Heheh..." Even on the ground, the goth's laugh was heard; the strike had hurt, but she didn't seem to mind, locking eyes with the man standing a few feet ahead.

"Hehehe... you missed!" grinning from ear to ear, shaking her arm to dissipate the pain.

[CyanDimitrik]

And with that forearm, Brielle has ensured this match will contain a point of irony. A later irony. One that Domino will visit upon her at an opportune time. It's filed away for now with a note of disappointment - that was meant to be funny. Now it won't have the same punch.

Regardless, she seems to be enjoying herself on her back, and Domino props a fist to his hip as he looks down at her. No verbal response this time; not yet. Rather, he's right back to business, beginning with a determination to make up for what her arm absorbed. Reaching down for a fistful of her hair, fingers tangling with follicles, he pulls to 'lead' her up to her feet again with him. Only as soon as she's on her feet, those abs he's taken a liking to become the next target.

A knee drives upwards, seeking to take advantage of the close proximity to drill into her stomach. The first time is to bend her over in a stunned position.

[Afterhoursclub]

Brielle was laughing, perhaps a bit too much-

It wasn't even a joke, but the devilish goth was amused with her own attempts at trying to get under Domino's skin, even while lying on her back. The brunette wrestler didn't seem to appreciate it nearly as much, grabbing two handfuls of her hair with both hands while sporting a serious and determined look on his face.

"What? Where's that witty smile of yours, Hon?" She teased, "Don't tell me you are ma-

UGHH!"

She wasn't able to finish her sentence. A heavy knee had just lodged itself right into her noted midsection, forcing all the air out of the Brit's lungs, and folding her right on the spot. Brielle hunched over, holding her gut with both hands.

Still... she continued to smirk through the pain...

"Huff... huff... Why so serious all of a sudden, love?"

[CyanDimitrik]

Was he mad? No, no. Just disappointed.

Which for once isn't code for "I'm actually mad", but genuine! The problem is, Domino can't really respond to her yet. Not until he pays off that sudden block! Even though he particularly wants to, even a part of him feels slightly guilty in the midst of jamming his knee into her appealing midsection, he just can't yet! Oddly enough, even when he's vying to win this match, he doesn't want her to not enjoy their night together.

Counter-productive a little, maybe.

The hands shift. One slides down behind her neck and into the nape of her brilliant hair. The other hand moves to her elbow, seizing firmly. With a torque and pull, first on the arm, then on the neck to brutishly sling the girl across the ring from him in a hammer throw. Domino rushes hot on her heels, hoping to catch her the exact moment she turns with a raised leg, the sole of his boot primed to collide with her cheek in a yakuza kick.

That. That ought to fix things back up! And keep the momentum firmly in his favor for the moment, of course! But.. you know. Give him the chance to go back to quipping.

[Afterhoursclub]

To be honest, Brielle wasn't sure of how Domino was feeling for real. That look on his face... It was somewhat hard to read:

Was it anger at the fact that Brielle seemed to take everything carelessly and without the seriousness that a professional wrestler should?

Was it disappointment at the fact that she had managed to block his kick, priving him of the privilege of saying "I told you do"

Was it just his real self coming out all together while being pushed to the limit?

She didn't know... Nor did she cared. She was enjoying the mixture of emotions manifesting in the man's face. Perhaps, the only disadvantage was that now he seemed extra focused on trying to kick her ass.

"Woaah!" Brielle was forcefully shoved to the side, bouncing on the ropes and then, the moment she turned around...

-SMACK!- her eyes met with that powerful kick, hard enough to send her to the canvas once again, falling on her back in a thunderous heap.

"Oughhh..." Brielle was left seeing stars for a couple of seconds before her eyes focused on Domino's blurry figure again. The smirk remained on her face, with a faint crimson trail running down her nose.

"Hehe... There..."

She kept staring right into the man's eyes.

"Happy now, sugah?"

[CyanDimitrik]

That was satisfying. Deeply satisfying. Better than sex. ...Alright, maybe not that far. And it's purely her own fault for putting that in his head to begin with; that's his story. And when he sees her hit the mat, he leans forward to plant his hands to his knees and look down at her, first with amusement.

"You bet. Couldn't have you thinking I'm a liar," Domino says, meeting her gaze.

Then, something else catches his eye - a trail of red. The smirk vanishes instantly into a small frown. "Ah, damn. Sorry about that," he says in an unrestricted moment of just being his natural self. He wants to win. He needs to beat on her until she can't kick out of a pin. That involves hurting her. But bloodying her? That wasn't on the menu. It never is with him. There's always a pang of guilt when it happens, an internal admonishment for not being in better control. It's a far cry from injuring her, but it still reflects poorly on him.

Maybe not to the commentators who are going nuts, or the fans who are raving for it.

But Domino just straight up doesn't like bloodying an opponent. Especially a girl. Hell, it even feels a touch hypocritical, given he's so protective of his face as a model.

"I'll make it up to you after whippin' ya here," he says finally, deciding not to make his own internal stormcloud her problem.

Suddenly, he's dropping aside. His body angles to put his weight behind his elbow, driving it towards that tantalizing window of open abdominals and hoping to drill in clean to keep the match going.

[Afterhoursclub]

The goth girl just kept staring, the smile on her face did well to hide the growing headache she was feeling, but then... Something else caught her attention...

A sudden shift in her opponent's behavior...

"What? Is he... Feeling guilty now?" Brielle thought to herself, raising one eyebrow as a confused look suddenly took over. "Nahhh... That can't be... Can it?"

She covered her mouth to stop a sudden chuckle, it was a noble thing... And certainly the first time she saw something like this in one of her matches... Domino was genuinely feeling bad...

"Come on, big guy!" She called him out "Don't go soft on me now!"

Lucky for her, Domino seemed to bring his head back into the match almost right away, dropping a hefty elbow once again targeting her abs...

Immediately falling into her trap.

"Good boy!"

The Brit turned her body just in time to be able to trap the model with her legs as soon as he made contact with her body, she had to eat the strike to her gut... But it was a worthy sacrifice to make in order to get him closer.

Brielle quickly grabbed his arm with both hands and coiled her legs around his head, locking in a tight triangle choke around Domino.

"I appreciate your concern though!" She whispered, keeping the same playful tone she had the entire night "But I'm still gonna beat you up, hon"

[CyanDimitrik]

The elbow sinking into her gut was certainly meant to keep her pressed to the mat. He definitely wasn't expecting her to spring back so suddenly. She twines her legs around his arm and seizes onto it, pushing to lock on the triangle choke.

He's learning more about her, regardless. Namely in that her primary goal is to maintain pure offense, up to even her own detriment, and she doesn't stay stunned long, even with a hammering kick to the head. And while he had no intention of going easy on her, this very quickly comes down to needing to up his own intensity.

He can't let her ride roughshod on him like she did moments ago. That can't happen. That won't happen. The last hold took too much out of him, and this one could just as well be a knockout if he doesn't work his way out of it.

No answer is forthcoming immediately. But Domino twists his hand captive in her grip to seize upon her wrist. Then he shoves his superior weight down against her knees, his free arm swinging down to hook around her neck and lock them much closer together and, curiously, hopefully trap her legs in that huddled position between them. Balling her up.

"Nothin'.. soft.. around here..," he replies, eye to eye. A guarantee, perhaps! And maybe a double entendre. She gets to figure that one out!

Knees pump and both arms pull, attempting to bodily heft Brielle up, up, up to shoulder height into the air in that wadded state, never breaking that eye contact with her. They hood with an open smirk just before he plummets them both forward again, aiming to drive the goth girl down hard against her back against the mat in a ring-shuddering modified powerbomb.