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

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The ring shakes as Karen's forearm connects with Domino's firm chest, sending him slamming downwards with an almighty crash. Shaking her arm almost theatrically, Karen takes a few seconds to inspect her handiwork. Domino is down, breathing hard, his fit, immaculately shaped body glistening with sweat as he lies at her feet. The Maori finds herself suppressing an appreciative smile. It is so tempting right now to try for another pinfall, just to get another nice feel for those exquisite abs of Domino's.

But instead, she knows, she has to soften the former model up a little more first. Which is fine: it gives her an opportunity to enjoy this match a little more.

Striding around behind Domino, Karen would again grab his hair, pulling him up into a sitting position. Kneeling behind him, she would press her knee against the small of his back while sliding one muscular, tattooed arm around her head, pulling him down backwards so that his head rested just under her armpit and snugly right next to her chest. Grinning, Karen would lean back, aiming to snag Domino in a dragon sleeper stretch-- one that would give the fans (and her) a nice view of Domino's toned chest and abs as she stretched them out.

"How's that, Domino?" she asked, keeping Domino's head trapped between her bicep and the side of her chest, allowing him to have a nice feel of both her upper arm muscles and her own mostly bare abs, not to mention the side of her boob compressing against his cheek. "I figured one hug deserves another." The playful tone to her voice would be noticeable even as she stretched her male foe out.