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

[Underdoggo]

The pain was unbearable. Karen could feel Domino's fingers digging relentlessly into her abdomen, gouging deep into her muscles, crushing into her belly, piercing at her flesh. Despite herself, she is screaming now, hot tears of pain welling in her eyes. Her limbs feel like they are made of jelly, and only Domino's grip on her is keeping her from collapsing. But she refuses to tap, and keeps pushing and pushing towards the ropes...

And then, against all odds, she managed to grab the top rope.

The crowd's cheers are deafening as Domino finally releases her. Without him propping her up, she topples forward, sprawling into the ropes; her breathing is sporadic and laden with pained sobs as clings to the ropes with one arm, the other cradling her hurting midsection. Her entire body is still raw with pain, and right now all she can do is hold onto the ropes after having narrowly, somehow, escaped.

Damn it all, but she had been so close to tapping back there...

[CyanDimitrik]

Domino is still struggling to accept it. She might be the first in over a year to not tap out to the Sterling Stretch! He knew Karen was an absolutely stunning woman with strength and endurance, but she's yet to stop impressing him. Which is spectacular. And also a serious problem. She needs to be about ten percent less impressive. This is getting crazy. Is he going to have to hit her with his full finisher to take her down after all this?

...Though she looks to be in rough shape. Like she's barely clinging on, and everything in her is telling her she should've tapped out. What's inspiring her to fight through that? He'll have to find out.

Cleared by the referee to continue, Domino levels his gaze on her with a determined pant. Steps are slow, labored, his muscles sore, everything aching, exhausted from the lengthy bout with the dark-skinned girl. Reaching out, he snags her by the wrist and waist, looking to pull her back away from the safety of the ropes. And if he can drag her to the center of the ring, both arms slide around her midsection from behind. Not in a crushing bearhug, but in a moment to try to catch his own breath. To exist in this period of tense, physical contact, the full anticipation of finishing her off running wild in his mind. His chest presses heavily into her back, and he murmurs, "You're risking everything on this match. Why's this one so important to you?"