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

[Underdoggo]

"Maybe this should've been a P-O-W match, then. So I could finish it, y'know, properly."

Karen was already blushing intensely from the close contact of Domino's finely chiseled body on hers; his comment causes her face to go an even further shade of red, though given that her head is now to the side after she twisted fiercely to get a shoulder up, Domino might not have been able to see this blush as he rolled off of her.

Not that it was the first time she had been flirted with in the ring, mind you. But still...the thought does cross her mind about what a POW match would entail. That she could end up being Domino's for the night...or even more enticingly, that she could have potentially taken Domino back home with her to unwrap...

She is brought back to reality by a yank on her damp ponytail, bringing her up to a sitting position. She gasps in pain, and is afforded a brief look at Domino's sweat streaked abs in front of her face before the grip shifts to her arm. She is pulled up shakily to her feet, her darker skin practically glowing with sweat as Domino grabs around her waist and thigh, hauling her up into a seated position on the turnbuckle.

Karen isn't defenseless though-- a fact that she very much reminds Domino of as she drives an elbow down between his shoulder blades-- once, twice-- still fighting back despite the battering she's just taken, and hoping it is enough to stun him...

[CyanDimitrik]

Domino has fully foregone any pretense of 'is she/isn't she' between them. They've been bodily locked together too long, too much extracurricular activity has taken place between them; there's no question about it. But if there were - if there were - that blush would've done away with however much remained. It wouldn't change his tactics, not even the light hairpull to pick her up again, nor how hard he's fighting to put her down. After all, what could be more complimentary than giving a wrestling match your everything? She deserves to be met with his best, because anything less would be treating her like something less than she is.

The maori is perched upon the turnbuckle, but even as he's setting her up at her lofty position, she's fighting back. An elbow drives against his back just between the shoulderblades, His body buckles against her, pushing his chest into her lap, his shoulder snug against her midsection. The arm wrapped around her waist tightens in reaction, and every subsequent shot of elbow down upon his back elicits another pained yelp. The inviting warmth of her body is an odd comfort in the midst of the pain of the fight itself, easy to appreciate the smooth dampness of her skin when so close against her.

He pulls away, however. The arm around her waist moves, instead bracing against her thigh. The other fist fires high, hooking in to strike the girl's midsection in return! Three shots in staccato succession, first against her ribs, then the obliques. The third is a little more measured, aimed, and driven in towards the center of her stomach. Not the best angle to deliver body shots, but the pain is meant to suppress, not win the match on its own, to subdue her ability to fight back.

Because the very next step is a vertical one. Boot sets to bottom rope, then the next boot to the middle. His arms move beneath her shoulders first to haul her up to a standing position, guiding her to stand all the way atop the turnbuckle. And he'll be joining her promptly, his stance a little wider than hers to keep balance between the ropes once they're standing face to face. The arms slide lower along her figure, until looping her waist at the lower back and pulling her in. Bare abdominals meet bare abdominals in embrace, his toned chest tight against the soft curves of her breasts.

[Underdoggo]

Karen is breathing hard as she slams her elbow down between Domino's shoulder blades, once, twice, three times. Each blow sends a tremor through her male opponent's body, and by the third blow he has fully collapsed against her, leaning against her for support, his face against her lap. Karen's chest pumps as she catches her breath, a determined look on her face as she raises her arm, not taking the time to enjoy the position as she prepares another elbow strike...

Domino pushes back, and jabs a fist into her midsection. The first blow doubles her over breathlessly; the next to follow home in the wake of the first, ploughing into her abs. A soundless, breathless rasp escapes her lips, and she doubles over, now leaning against Domino in turn, breathing hoarsely against his bare, sweaty back. It is only Domino's presence that is preventing her from toppling over completely back down to the mat.

She is still breathing hoarsely as Domino slowly guides her upright, to the point where she is standing atop the turnbuckle. Domino is standing against her, arms sliding around her waist, pulling her in a hug. Her own arms brace around his to stabilize herself; she is conscious of just how dangerous a position this is, but she has no energy to really fight back; out of breath and weary as she is, it's all she can do to cling on to Domino to maintain her balance...

[CyanDimitrik]

Precarious, dangerous, unstable. All the things that make the high real-estate section of the ring considered risky. And with him holding onto her, there is precious little in the way of what she could do to fight back. And Domino knows this. He's counting on it. At least, at first.

The moment he's standing toe to toe with her atop the ropes, feeling her body leaned heavily against his, with her arms encircling over his arms to complete the bind together, he can't help but savor it a few extra seconds. The two are caught panting with one another, her hips pressed to his, his strong arms around her waist, her toned abdominals meeting his own. Her chest pressed into his his, easily feeling the other's breaths not only upon their faces, but with every shift of their body.

His knees bend to give the ropes a little strain, and with that, the two are launched back into the ring. Their joined bodies travel in a high arc, Domino spinning the two of them over with a torque of the hips. Karen is brought to the lower position beneath them, and almost as quickly as their joined aerial began, their combined weights from that dangerously high position come crashing down squarely upon her back. Her tight body is crushed beneath his, the feel of her every curve, her feminine bone structure, her toned body, all becomes overwhelmingly present against Domino the moment she becomes his crashpad.

He isn't giving her long enough to work through the pain or even recoil. As soon as the two of them come to settle together, he takes full advantage of the position. Reaching down, he hikes her legs upwards outside of his, giving him enough room to slide his legs beneath hers and hook at the ankles in a grapevine. His hands reach for her wrists to pin above her head, leaving her body stretched taut beneath him.

This leaves him to lie over her, in unavoidable fullness. Their legs tangled together, holding hers separate. His hips press to hers, unabashedly firm and unmistakably physically attracted to her. That distinct impression is settled right along the base of her hips between her legs, with every squirm or adjustment of their bodies causing him to stroke that covered hardness against her. His own abdominals rest tight along hers, fully determined to feel every ridge and outline of her own belly. Her breasts are mashed down tight to her body beneath his chest, his hands gripping her wrists firmly. Lastly, his head hovers just above hers, like a primal savage pinning a conquered woman.

The whole thing is intensely intimate. And he doesn't mind that at all. In fact, he's reveling in it. He wants her to feel it. He wants her to know there's desire there, that this is a little more than simple competition.

"Pinned ya..," he murmurs to her. "..maybe an unofficial PoW tonight.. just between us.. off the books."