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

[Underdoggo]

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.

[CyanDimitrik]

Domino managed to collect himself enough to give his head a few shakes to clear the cobwebs and haze. But it's too little, too late as Karen seizes his hair. "Nnh..!" Pushed to sit up, he finds a knee pressed to the center of his back. He could imagine a few things to go with the hold - such as a surfboard stretch! But Karen instead goes for his head, pulling him back to arch against her knee.

"Nnghh!"

Surrounded by the warmth of her arm, ribs, and the more yielding press of her breasts isn't unwelcome - a fact he can't escape in the moment. But what's more inescapable is the hold itself, as his body is racked back, taking away his lower leverage. Sleek abdominals on full display, his toned chest expanding and relaxing with each hard, rapid breath, the hard arena lights capture every glistening detail for the cameras and Karen's gaze alike.

One arm reaches back, hooking around her bicep. The other arm reaches back, looping around her waist - but to no real purpose yet. If anything, both arms are pulling to try to alleviate some of the pressure on his back.

"S-so.. you did... like being squeezed..!," he accuses. Despite the situation and muscled muffle against his mouth, there's some clear tease in his tone. "But this.. isn't.. much of a hug..!"

[Underdoggo]

The crowd was going wild right now, and only partly because Karen was now firmly in control. No, Karen knew, it was also because she was giving a lot of the fans what they wanted by putting Domino's sleek, sweat-stained abdominals nicely on display. It was as much for her own benefit as for the audience's, of course: after all, Domino hadn't been shy so far about voicing the fact that he found her attractive, something that...well, if Karen was honest, she really appreciated. Either way, what was the harm in showing that appreciation back?

Well, of course, the harm could come to Domino's spine for the long term if she held onto this hold for too long, but that was beside the point.

"Nah, not really," she replied to Domino's muffled quips...and squeezing her bicep more tightly around his head to emphasize the point. "I might try a proper one later to repay the favour...if you don't tap out from this first, that is." She leaned forward, her white locks of hair brushing against Domino's chest as she leaned in close against it, breathing against it teasingly, looking like she was going to kiss or lick his bare abs. At the very least, it looked to the audience like that was what she was considering doing.

"Speaking of which...ready to tap yet?"

[CyanDimitrik]

"Ghhk..!" The more Karen tightens the hold, the more strain Domino arches back over her knee. Which in turn means the more his arm seizes against her waist to hold on, the more his fingers squeeze her constricting arm. "Not.. sure I believe you..!," he challenges her on enjoying the squeeze.

And heck, even if she didn't? He sure did.

Feeling her huddle herself over him more feels almost overwhelming, his mind caught between urging defense and urging to feel her face against his heated skin, against his toned body. But these things, they're all a detriment to his need to pull off the win here! The need to make sure he's not taken lightly, not by his opponent, not by the fans, especially not by management! Not anymore!

Growling with effort,Domino's arm pulls tighter on Karen's waist to anchor himself against her. And pulling on her sturdy base for leverage, he drags himself up a little closer to her face. But not to force that desired contact - rather to fire a knee upwards to catch her atop the head! A second time! A third!

[Underdoggo]

Karen could feel Domino's fingers digging into her wrist, trying desperately to pry them loose. The sweat from his cheeks and hair was rubbing against her forearm and biceps as he struggled to get free, but Karen remained smiling as she kept him locked, bending him back against her outstretched knee. At some point, Domino would either tap out, or pass out: either way, she would have secured a fairly dominant victory.

As she leaned in against his naked chest, her nose practically touching it, she gave him a teasing lick. Normally, she wasn't this flirty with opponents, but such was the angle that the audience wouldn't see, and besides...Domino had already started. She was just reciprocating. It wasn't often she fought someone as good looking as Domino, after all, so why not enjoy it while she coul--

Domino's knee smashes hard into her forehead, snapping her head back in a spray of sweat. A second knee cracks into her nose, causing her grip on Domino to loosen as she wobbles backwards, disoriented.

The third knee smacks into her chin, this time knocking her backwards completely. Her grip on Domino comes loose as she flops to her back, moaning slightly, legs twitching on the mat as she seems utterly stunned by Domino's surprise counter...