Redhead Redemption? Domino vs. Miss Fortune

[CyanDimitrik]

Domino continues to squeeze the girl's stomach, trying to compress her abs more and more to weaken her core. But he can't deny enjoying the position over her, feeling her body tucked against his. It doesn't help that she's just barely clothed - but in the best way possible. His warm breath continues to wash against the skin of her shoulder, his hips locked tight against her rear. But Madison starts to get her boots under herself, pushing up to her full height.

Once standing, Domino exhales a low, throaty growl both in dominance and determination. His arms bite down harder into her belly, taking advantage of the new position to redouble his efforts. But the girl seems to have ideas of her own. Her boots land on the pad of the turnbuckle, Domino's eyes widening.

And in an instant, she's feeding herself into something else - arguably worse.

Rather than simply be pushed down by the effort, Domino hops up with her body while she's lateral in the air, and then drops back, slamming the New Yorker against her head and shoulders behind him in a hopping German suplex! The ring shudders under the impact of their combined weight and the force of the slam, and Domino releases her from the hold to ensure she's lying on her back.

Once done, he throws himself down across her body, dropping his toned, sleek six-packed abs across her previously-squeezed, bare belly. Reaching back, he hooks the girl's thigh to begin a pinfall attempt!

[RiotGrrl]

The crowd applauded as Miss Fortune struggled to get free of the man sized hug from Domino. The redhead knew that she had to do something or be reduced to a size 0 waist! As she kicked up off the turnbuckles she had ambitions of driving the male wrestler back and getting loose so she could turn the tide of the match.

Things went very wrong. WHAM!

"UUGGHHHHH crap!"

Miss Fortune gasped out as she landed on her shoulders and back, the canvas jolted with the landing. She lay there cradling her head as she was let go, powerless to stop Domino from capitalizing. She groaned again as she felt the weight press against her abs, it didnt escape her notice that Domino had managed to stroke between her thighs. It made her breathing shorter, with each of the counts she bit her lip.

"You bastard!"

However as the ref counted ONE......

TWO.....

Miss Fortune managed to reach up to paw at his face and push to break the pin. She was sweating hard now and was in a bad way. The crowd sensed it wouldnt take long for Domino to finish her off at this rate

[CyanDimitrik]

Domino could feel the sweat coating her body, especially as he laid across her. The hastened breathing also didn't escape his notice. He even reveled in it. Recalling their private match, and the pretenses she had in bringing him over, it felt nice to turn the tables on her. He wouldn't be doing anything in the public eye, granted. She's safe. He wouldn't do that to her, and he has too much self-respect. But away from the audience? Away from the cameras? Madison's wishes may yet be granted. She's on the right track, at least.

Her hand moves to his face and pushes, the referee-girl declaring it only a two-count!

Domino lifts to his knees to look down at her, coy smile tugging at his lips. He'd recently been trying out a newer move - something he'd never use on another guy, but against her? Given what she'd done to him earlier? She's fair game. He grabs her by the hair and pulls as he rolls over onto his back. He guides her head down between his legs, pressing her face directly against him. His thighs wrap her head in a figure-4, his left hand holding his right foot to keep the pressure poured on, while his right hand goes for her left wrist to keep in control of her! The legs squeeze, grinding her face against his hips, the young model shooting her a devilish smile.

[RiotGrrl]

With the pin broken, Miss Fortune panted like a dog. It wasnt so much that the male wrestler had beaten her down into submission through force, it was that Domino had beaten her by turning up the heat between the pair. As she lay there, she was easily manhandled by her bigger foe. It caused her to curse and moan again

"Ahhh Dammit, get your grubby paws off me!"

An almost comical putdown but there was a mix of wanting to escape and win but also to taunt the sexy guy on to take her and punish her. Madison was showing her submissive side now. As soon as Domino pull her toward him, her eyes went wide. She had a face full again and complained , her breath against him. She couldnt help herself. Miss Fortune nuzzled and could feel him harden. In turn it made her turned on, she wanted him. Miss Fortune then did something Domino may not expect, and certainly the crowd would not expect.

She raised her hands, snaking them up the body of her rival to let her grasp roam his muscles, it was like she was worshiping him! However her hands kept trailing, she worked them down and got her fingers under the lip of his tights, a small tug revealed a little more. She made eye contact with Domino and it was all suggestion, a little further and she would release Domino to make sure she could reverse the submission in a very lewd way!

It all depended if Domino stopped her or not

[CyanDimitrik]

Domino's eyes lid over at the sensation of Madison nuzzling into the submission hold. Dammit. He thought he'd be teasing her, but she's turning this around on him in a horrible way. And those trunks aren't exactly hiding much from her. He's sure she can tell the feeling is mutual. He releases her wrist in favor of briefly gripping a fistful of her hair - not so much to pull and yank, but for the sake of just gripping the girl by the mane. The referee-girl starts to fuss, and he quickly lets go, letting Madison explore his toned and sleek frame to her heart's content. As each second ticks on, however, he's increasingly certain she's not going to tap out to this. She's enjoying it too much. And she's making it more dangerous.

Speaking of, her hands travel down his body in a very particular fashion and hook his trunks. His eyes suddenly widen, and she pulls them a little. Both hands snap to her wrists to cease the action, leaving the headscissor weakened and more easily escaped, but preventing her from disrobing him in front of the audience.

"E-easy, girl..," he says, breathlessly heaving. "Save that.. for after the match.."

[RiotGrrl]

The headscissor was as lewd as could be, and Madison played her part by nuzzling and teasing her male foe for all she could. The feel of his enjoyment only served to spurn her on. As her hands roamed she felt them grabbed and he scissor loosen. Pulling her head back a bit away from him she smirked

"Oh dont play innocent now Mister, you should NEVER tease a redhead!"

Madison was good at playing games when she was winning, despite the position, in her mind, she was definitely winning! She managed to wriggle free and grabbed at his legs. If she could pull back enough and stand, she could have Domino on his back, legs held up and apart. If her sudden move worked she would menacingly dangle a boot over his wide open package

"How much do you love me then?"

The grin on her face was wide and the crowd were urging the redhead to do it and punish the male model

[CyanDimitrik]

"I was trying to choke you out," Domino excuses, but the wry uptick at the corners of his lips tells otherwise. He totally was teasing the redhead; and himself, for that matter. Predictably, she popped her head free of the loosened lock. Less predictably, she held his legs apart, leaving him zero dignity in the wake of the teasing they'd just endured.

"A-ah! Madison!"

Her boot dangles, and his eyes widen further.

"Way more than if you stomped!," Domino assures, panic reaching his voice. His hands lift, palms outturned and fingers spread. "Just think, if you do that, you can't get much after the bell rings!"

[RiotGrrl]

With the male wrestlers legs held in the air, wide apart she smirked down at him. Now the mood had changed, now the mood was not teasing but of anguish, and it was understandable. Madison was about to hit Domino where it hurt......

Or so it seemed. She laughed at him and shook her head. "I guess I'll have to kiss it better huh?"

With that she jumped up high and shot her legs out ahead of her. The plan was not to hit Domino exactly between the legs but to give him a double leg drop to his inner thighs. As she landed she would toss his legs aside and kneel next to her victim. Her hand would casually brush his hair and she could coo, "Now then, stop being a man and just let me pin you. I promise I will make it up to you...."

Then she very flopped over him in a very lazy way, no usual smother, no hook of the leg, just pressing on him laying her abs on his

[CyanDimitrik]

Domino's eyes widen when it seems she's going to legdrop him between the legs. His hands shoot up, hoping to catch her! But as it turns out, it's unnecessary. She faked him out, along with the audience, by landing a double legdrop against his inner-thigh. It hurts, strains the joint, and batters the toned muscle, but it's better than what it could've been!

"Agh..!" Domino immediately sits up after the impact, but as his legs are pushed aside, he topples down again. Though sore and still panting a little from the risk of what she might've done, he stares up at her as she coos at him, petting his hair. Stop being a man? Really?

She lies her stomach across his - it's a welcome feeling, even in the context of wrestling with her. She has a nice, toned body, and it feels undeniably good to be pressed against her. It doesn't hurt that she has an appealing personality on top of it; she's fun. She's into him. What's not to like?

The referee-girl drops beside the pair to slap the mat.

"One!"

Domino lies beneath her for now, his abs pressing harder against hers with every inhale. "You wouldn't like me as much if I did, though...," he notes, a little breathless.