Let the Dominos Fall: Drake "Domino" Vyril vs Karen Gale

[Underdoggo]

As Domino's chiseled abs hover away from her, Karen breathes hard, chest pumping as she tries to get her battered body moving again. It's sluggish, and slow to respond. Too slow to prevent Domino from lifting her up, pulling her up into a staggered standing position. She braces herself, expecting him to go for a whip towards the ropes, or to set up a slam, or--

She feels his muscled chest pressing against her mostly bare back, and then his arms are wrapping around her abdomen. She gasps, mostly out of surprise, her hands instinctively going to Domino's wrists. Then he comments about how he's not just a pretty boy.

Seriously, he was offended by that? Karen had just been stating facts--

And then the squeeze come on. Domino's arms, already coiled around her waist, compress, and this time actual pain surges through her midsection and back as Domino's impressive upper body strength crushes around her waist. She bites back a cry of pain, teeth clenched, body instinctively leaning back against Domin's so that her back pressed further against his chest. She can feel his controlled breathing on her neck and ear, and despite herself, blushes a little. Though that's partly from shortness of breath and from effort as she is now desperately trying to wrench Domino's arms free from around her waist.

"Urrrghhk..." Thinking quickly, she pressed her boots against the mat and backpedals, trying to push Domino towards the corner post. If she's lucky, she'll ram him with enough force to stun him; otherwise, she hopes, she'll at least trap him in the corner long enough for the ref to force a release...

[CyanDimitrik]

Life's complicated.

It doesn't cross his mind that it might be benign. Or that it might even be an expected remark, all things considered. Such is the result of relentless, specifically targeted insults and career damage. But nailing her with that hit felt like adequate payback, even if she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of an answer. The fact that she's physically appealing on every level certainly helps.

He compresses inwards against her midsection, hugging her sweating body hard against his own. Her lower back meets a wall of abdominal muscle, her backside locked tight against his hips, her shoulders snug against his defined pectorals. All the while, his forearms bury in hard against her belly, squeezing the muscle tight. The groan was proof positive enough that he was making headway with her, but he didn't intend to keep it going this way - he just needed her stunned.

Still, it's difficult to not be at least slightly enamored with the feel of her nearly-bare body grappling with his; the feel of her muscled figure struggling against his own, skin against skin, figure against figure. The fact that she's her, with that face, voice, accent, and figure, drive this from feeling like the rawest kind of wrestling into something flavored more sensual and dominance-seeking; not something he can mentally disconnect for himself. Karen may even feel that proof against her hips as they struggle together, every squirm grinding them tighter into one another.

She manages to start forcing them backwards, step by halting step. Domino accommodates slowly in favor of not losing his grip on her, until his back meets the turnbuckle pad. But he refuses to release her waist from the pressure, instead using the back-leverage to clench in harder and try to raise her slightly off her feet!

"Corner! Break it up! One! Two!," the referee begins counting.

Domino quickly sets her back down on her feet and slides his arms loose, palms briefly sliding along her toned midsection along the way to lifting in proof of ended contact. Of course, that is if she doesn't continue leaning on him.

[Underdoggo]

Karen's backpedal isn't quite the relentless, speedy surge that she was hoping it was: Domino's stance is rigid and firm, and while she manages to force him back, it is a step by step affair, each backward move feeling like an accomplishment in and of itself. All the while of course, he keeps squeezing her, forearms digging hard into her firm abs. She is breathing through clenched teeth now, sweat beading along her shoulders and toned midsection, sliding down against Domino's skin where it contacts hers. In the midst of this struggle, Karen feels all the more painfully aware of the contours of Domino's finely sculpted body pressing tightly against hers...even of something hard and firm pressing up against her thigh. Despite herself, her face grows redder even as the two wrestlers grunt and twist in their struggle for supremacy.

Then, finally, after what feels like an eternity, she gets his back against the corner. And from there, the ref quickly does the countdown to make him let go. Obligingly, Domino's arms slide loose from their vice grip around her waist, letting her feet hit touch the mat again.

A gasp of relief escapes Karen's lips, but she doesn't stop leaning against him. Not yet, anyway. After enduring that squeeze, she's annoyed, and eager for payback; taking one step away from Domino, she spins around to face him and ducks low, aiming to ram one, two, three shoulder-spears into that perfect abdomen of his; given how her own abs are still sore from getting squeezed like that, she is more than a little eager to repay the favour!

[CyanDimitrik]

Karen continues to lean back against Domino, and he can't quite say he minds. In that moment of non-struggling between them, it's a welcome level of pressure and warmth, feeling the smooth skin of her back against his abdomen, her shoulders against his chest, the perky backside docked against his hips in a way that both.. gives cover, and does absolutely nothing to hide anything from her.

The referee is satisfied with the break, taking a step back. If the lean continues though, she'll have to step back in and fuss at Karen!

It doesn't come to that. Instead, when Karen straightens her posture, Domino gets to stand upright again - only for Karen to blast her shoulder into his abs. "Unfh!" The impact causes him to hitch upwards on hit boots and back against the pad. Then another ram! A third! He's tightened his abdominal wall to brace against the pressure, but it can only do so much against a full human's forward thrust.

"Nnghh..!"

That sounded more like a growl. And with Domino's upper-body caved over Karen's back, the two are kept at tight proximity, close quarters. Moreso when his arms get involved! His left hand grips at the waistband of her trunks while his right arm hooks under her near shoulder. With a strain, he attempts to meet her stomach with an up-thrust knee once, twice to hammer into her belly in response!

"Couldn't.. get away from me, could'ja!?"

[Underdoggo]

Karen's shoulder is a battering ram at this point, thudding again and again into Domino's abs, feeling the turn wall of muscle and flesh quivering under the impact. Her face is in a tight, sweaty grimace as she batters Domino, determined to persevere and triumph in this match, to--

She feels his upper body leaning against her back now, his breath against her half naked skin sending goosebumps down her spine. Then his arms are wrapping around her own midsection, securing it...and then his knee shoots up, driving once, twice, three times into Karen's own abs. Each blow causes her to gasp and gag, spittle flying from her moth as she's left breathless. Within seconds she now finds herself slumping against Domino's waist for support in a half hearted cinch, breathing hoarsley and hard against him as she fights to stay upright...

[CyanDimitrik]

It took three hard, battering thrusts of his knee into her abdominals to get Karen to weaken again. But if nothing else, Domino could only appreciate the physical nature of the woman - her fit body, her spirit, her willingness to throw everything into it. Grappling with someone like her was its own reward, its own kind of euphoria. People would never understand why a model like him would be thrilled to clash with a person like her - not just to prove himself, but the sheer physical nature of it. The competition. The need to come out on top.

Her body clinging to him, the two are given a chance to take some hard breaths. Each heated exhale beats against her lower back, each labored pant hits against his thigh. He's fueled on adrenaline, and the position lends itself well to a counter-measure to get him out of the ring and maybe put her down for the count.

He shifts his legs first. Then one arm spares to push her grapple lower, shoving the arms over his hips and down to his thighs. Reaching beneath her upper-body, his hand first finds her chest, then slides upwards along her body to find her throat, and ultimately, her chin to push her head into place between his legs. His hips buck forward, locking himself against her shoulders, mounted behind her neck. At last, his arms reach around her battered stomach and pull, attempting to hoist Karen's body upside-down, her back to his front.

He'll walk out of the corner with her, the left arm hugging tight around her midsection just a few inches beneath her breasts while the right hand slides in from her waist, his hand brushing along her sweat-slickened skin to her abdominal muscles. There was no reason to do this other than an instinctual need to feel her body in this position, admiring her form while trapped, feeling over the etched edges and ridges of her abs and navel.

Then sliding upwards, his hand hooking between her legs. Not to squeeze, but to stabilize and ensure she remain rigid as he drops to his knees to execute a classic piledriver in the center of the ring.

[Underdoggo]

Karen felt Domino's knee hammer into her firm abs again, again, again, each blow forcing her firm muscle to yield just a little. The end result of this battering onslaught left her slumped down against her opponent, face leaning against his sweaty back, dry heaving against his bare thigh...also more than a little conscious of Domino's heavy breathing against her own hurting abs. It's something she can't help but notice; in the middle of a match, with lots of intense emotions going back and forth, it's hard not to notice those little primal feelings...

Suddenly, those primal feelings became a little louder as Domino shoved her between his legs.

"Kkkkh..." she rasps, arms moving to grab around Domino's powerful thighs, trying not to think of his crotch pressing against her upper back...that is, until his arms wrap around her waist. The crowd gets a brief glimpse of Karen's reddened face as she is lifted upside down-- and that is only partially due to the blood rushing to her head...

And then, her head crashes into the mat. Her entire body jolts as though a livewire goes through it, before she flops down onto her front, unmoving...

[CyanDimitrik]

That sudden, sharp tensing of her body in his grip was precisely the reaction Domino was looking for, that automatic response to having one's full weight dropped against their head. It isn't his finisher - he didn't have the chance to set that up, with the full force of their combined bodyweights plus the momentum of a spin bashing her into that lightless walk. But it'll do.

She's free to hit the mat on her chest. Domino raises his arms widely to either side, ushering in a fresh wave of praise for the show of brutality, taking the opportunity to bring in a few hard breaths. A few nods, and he's looking back down at her. Leaning forward, he takes her by the shoulder to roll her over onto her back, turning her belly-up to the lights. Crawling forward, he positions himself to eclipse her body before lying upon her. For the second time tonight, his hips press either against her cheek, or against her feminine facial features, depending on the lull of her head. His abdominals push in tight over the swell of her breasts. His toned chest settles in along the etched grooves of her abdominals, and he wraps his left arm around her left thigh, hooking the limb into the air and hugging it against his shoulder. His chin rests against the base of her hips, not caring about the impropriety of it. He's here to pin her body down, not worry about her personal bubble.

There may be a little bit of desire that went into the decision-making as well, admittedly. Some latent, animalistic thrill of feeling more of her body beneath him in intimate ways while vying to officially pin her down. But that's just an unspoken conversation to be had between him and her. Nobody else.

[Underdoggo]

Karen's bronze form is rolled onto her back, now glistening with perspiration, her chest and abs rising and falling gently as she breathes. A few moments later, she feels Domino's hips pressing against her head, his sculpted chest grinding softly against hers, his abs compressing down against her rising and falling chest, her leg being pulled back, causing her bottoms to hitch a little...

The ref is quick to start the countdown.

"ONE! TW--!"

With a low groan of effort, Karen kicks out, barely conscious, but clearly with enough faculties still there to kick out of a potentially match ending pinfall. The crowd cheers, many of them wondering at the hardness of the Maori's head, considering the brutal piledriver she just tanked...